"I wish I was back at the strip club." Jon said as he held the wishing stone up.
In a flash of light, Jon found himself back at the club...
On stage...
With Karyn.
Or should we say Krystal. She was naked and dancing as a drunk stuffed a twenty-dollar bill into her cleavage. Her face was so thickly painted with whorish make-up that Jon almost didn't recognize her.
She turned and saw him, a shocked expression written on her face.
He raised the stone again and said "I wish..."
A thrown shotglass hit him in the head and, groaning, he dropped the stone and clutched his head.
Krystal darted forward and grabbed the stone as it tumbled to the stage. She raised it and said "I wish dat all'a des guys didn't 'member none'a dis happen'n, an dat me an' Jon and Louie was in de office right now!"
With another flash, Jon and Krystal both disappeared. As the crowed looked about in confusion, Ginger and Danette walked onto the stage and went into their act. Soon the crowd was cheering again as if nothing had happened.
In the office, Jon was sitting on the couch and stareing at his former girlfriend with a look of shock and disgust. Krystal sat in Louie's lap and the greasy club owner was feeling her up. Krystal seemed not to mind - infact, Jon would have sworn that she was enjoying it! She grinned at him as Louie kneeded her breasts in his hands, her eyes showing no trace that she felt anything for Jon.
"Well-well-well. It looks like The prodigal Jasmine has returned. You got a three-year contract, babe."
Jon felt his stomach turn over as her realised Louie was holding the wishing stone!
"What'cha gonna do to 'im, Louie?" Krystal asked in a amused tone.
