Jon decided to deal with his mother later. He had to get Karyn to help him. He couldn't think straight. The gum and cigs were only barely keeping the craving for cock at bay. When he got to Karyn's, her mom gave a look of disapproval but let Jon upstairs to Karyn's room.
"Hi Jon. I'm surprised you're not out getting some," said Karyn
Jon started to feel depressed. If Karyn thought he was always like this, how much could she help him? Even worse, he knew she wouldn't let him smoke in here and the needs were getting stronger. Plus he had to act all bimbo-y. He felt tears start to form at the corners of his eyes. "Oh Karyn. It's been such a long day and everything's gone, like, wrong and now I need cock so bad. Oh my god. Karyn, I wish you could help me right now."
His eyes were forced closed for a second as a flash took place in the room.
Karyn blinked at the brightness of the flash, and looked at Jon - who she now remembered as a sleazy, stupid, huge-breasted slut - and said "Well, what the fuck was that, you dumb bitch? Are you messin' around with that fuckin' rock again?"
Jon just gaped back at Karyn, and started to cry. "Oh, Karyn...I'm so, like...sorry an' stuff! I didn' mean fer nothin' like that an' junk ta happen. Th' rock's like...answerin' my wishes like however it wants to..."
That was when Karyn noticed...
"Wha-what the FUCK?"
Karyn looked down and saw to her horror that she was now standing before Jon dressed in a black silk skirt-suit with silver buttons, silver, stiletto-heeled boots, a silver sequin coat with plush silvery faux-fur trim and a wide-brimmed silver sequined hat. Her legs were clad in fishnets, her face unrecognizable tarty and bright with makeup, and her hair a louder, gaudier platinum blond. She wore several pieces of flashy jewelry, and held in one hand an ebony cane with a head of silver, molded to look like a crouching fox, and in the other a long, silver cigarette holder.
She looked like a girl on her way to a costume party. She looked like...
"I...I think yer my Pimp. Karyn..." moaned Jon, hoping that Karyn - or "Silver Foxx" as she was known on the streets - stood investigating herself. Her room was different. VERY different. Black silk wallpaper, a water bed with black silk sheets, a mirror on the ceiling. Her closet bulged with gaudy clothes, even the most mundane of which looked like a costume from an 80's rock video. Her makeup table was ornate and well stocked, and her jewelry cases overflowed with expensive pieces.
Karyn knew this was wrong. Knew that only a few moments ago, this would have disgusted her. But...she also knew that she'd been so worried about collage tuition...that she'd come up with an idea to pimp out her best friend Jon...and had been doing so for two years now. She loved the life, and blew her excess cash of toys and gifts for herself, as well as some pretty things for sweet, sexy Joni...
"Oh, fucking shit..." moaned Silver Foxx - no, Karyn...she'd not changed her name yet, so she was Karyn - as she thought about how much fun it was to sell her sweet girlfriends fine ass on the streets. She LOVED the excitement of downtown life, and thought she'd made a fantastic pimp for a girl of 18. She...she needed time to think. She needed...
"Shit, what th' fuck did you do to me? My head...can't stop thinkin' 'bout sweet pussy...and makin' money with your skanky ass! Oh, shit...wish this shit away, bitch! I fuckin' mean it!"
"I...I..." Jon started to cry, her thick mascara running as she sobbed "...I'm so sorry, Karyn...but I don't...don't know how...I'm too dumb now...an I don't know what ta do..."
Silver Foxx (no...she had a different name. Karyn? That was dull. She'd rather be called Silver Foxx) softened for a moment, and held her arms out to Jon. After all, Jon was way too dumb to be blamed for this situation. It was her grandpa who was the trouble maker. After all, he'd given this bimbo the wishing stone. "Oh, baby...sweet baby...don't be like that, honey pot. You know your my 'Bread-and-Butter' girl, right? Who else but Silver loves you this much, hmm? Now, come to Silver and give Mamma a hug, huh? Come on, Joni. You know Silver loves you. I'll take care of you, girl. Never pimp you out to a man who'd put a hard hand on you. Never send you to a party without making sure you got rubbers. Don't I treat you good, huh? Come to Silver, baby...an' Silver'll make you feel better."
Jon crawled to Silver (didn't she have a different name before? Karla? Karrie?) on her knees, and rested her head in her old friends lap, like a dog would. Silver stroked Jons short, spikey blond hair, and made soothing sounds as she kissed the top of her head. Jon felt safe and secure with Silver Foxx. I mean, who else could a whore trust but her pimp? She smiled as she thought about all the nice things Silver Foxx had always done for her. Made sure not to have her walking the streets when it rained. Made sure nobody beat her up. Kept the cops bribed so she could work in peace. Heck, sometimes Joni even got to keep some of the money after a long night of selling her big ass. Silver was her hero! Her guardian! Her best friend! Her PIMP!
"I'm sorry for bein' all dumb an' shit, Silver. I jus' didn't know what was goin' on or somethin' like that. But please...I need some action, Silver."
Silver Foxx smiled at the slutty bimbo and tweaked her nose, saying "Not to worry, baby. Silver gonna take care of everything."
Downstairs, Silver lead Joni out of the house on the end of a leash, saying to her folks "I'm takin' my bitch out to score so cash. Don't wait up, okay. We're gonna be out till 'bout 3 in th' morning."
"Okay, dear. Just be back in time to get some sleep. Remember, you've both got school in the morning."
"Well, it ain't like it's gonna do Joni much good..." quipped Silver, and her folks laughed. They'd disapproved of their daughters nighttime activities, once they'd learned of them. But they'd grown used to it, and now didn't even mind that she'd changed her name from "Karyn Black" to "Silver Foxx". Even they just called her Silver these days. And, at least she was GOOD at pimping...
Still, they were right. Silver had to get some sleep tonight. Both she AND Joni were still in school, and she at least intended on graduating. And with all the cash Joni had earned her over the years, she'd be able to pay for collage with no problems. Good thing she'd decided to get into pimping as a trade. That reminded her...
"I'll take this, okay doll?" she said, slipping the wishing stone out of Joni's purse. "After all, you might make some bone head wish or somethin' an fuck up both our lives. Jus' let ol' Silver hold onto this for you, okay?"
"Sure, Silver..." simpered Joni, feeling like she was making a mistake, but knowing she had no right to refuse. After all, Silver was in charge. And she was probably right anyway. If Joni kept it, she'd do something stupid. Joni was so very lucky to have someone as smart and kind as Silver to watch over her. To keep her safe. To love her so much.
