Jon opened the door, all the time readying himself to act submissive towards Louie ... but the moment that he stepped into the room, all of his plans to distract the club manager disappeared completely from his mind. Because someone he knew, someone who shouldn't have been there, was kneeling before Louie, looking at him with complete adoration.
"Mrs. Watson?" Jon nearly croaked. It was her. It was his English teacher from the high school.
"Yeah, that's right, Jon-boy. Except she ain't married anymore. She's just plain old Jacqueline Watson now. Ain't that right, baby?" Louie asked the former English teacher. She was still dressed similarly to how Jon remembered, but her actions were completely different. She was acting like one of Louie's slaves, but that was probably because she was one of his slaves.
The 35-year old woman nodded and smiled. "Yes, Master."
"You know, you're pretty good looking for a teacher, but to be a stripper, you need to be hot. Fucking hot. Ya know?" Louie asked.
Jacqueline looked panicked. "What can I do?"
"Nothing, baby. But I can." Louie took something out of his desk and held it up. It was the stone! So it wasn't stashed away in his bedroom after all. "I wish you looked ten years younger and had a killer figure and bleach blond hair and huge tits," he said, with a smile.
The stone glowed, making them look away, and when they looked back, Jacqueline looked way sexier than before. Jon even started to get turned on by her, something which never happened when she was his teacher.
"Wow, that's a lot better," Louie said.
Jacqueline giggled.
"But the clothing is all wrong." He paused for a moment, thinking. "But that's easily fixed. You can borrow something from one of the other girls. Like Krystal."
Jon groaned, remembering what this asshole did to his best friend.
"Okay, Master," Jacqueline said.
"You're on next, baby. So you better hurry up and get dressed. Krystal can help you pick out an outfit."
Jacqueline nodded, then left the room, apparently excited at her chance to strip. It made Jon sick just thinking about it. She used to be one of the best teachers at the high school and now she was nothing but a ditzy stripper slave, thanks to Louie and the way he was using (or rather abusing) the wishing stone.
After Louie's newest slave left, he snapped his fingers. "That's right. I forgot to change her name. Jacqueline just doesn't sound like a very good stripper's name."
"That's because she's not a stripper," Jon said. "She's a teacher."
"Not anymore, Jon-boy," Louie said, grinning. "I wish that Jacqueline's name was now ... Jasmine. Yeah, that's a good name." The stone glowed, granting his wish.
"Why are you doing this? Why did you change Mrs. Wats ..."
"Jasmine," Louie corrected.
"... into one of your slaves?" Jon finished.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm doing it to torture you. Although after a few more strip routines I think you'll actually like that I'm changing people you know into more of my stripper slaves."
"Did you already change people? Before Mrs. Wat ... uh ... Jasmine?"
"Well, I tried to change your mother ..."
"My mother?!"
"But this piece of crap wouldn't let me change her, for some reason, so I had to change someone else instead." He paused, then grinned. "Would you like to meet them?"
Jon's face fell. Did he really want to know who Louie's newest slaves were? It was nice to know that his mother was safe, but there were a lot of other people that he knew who could possibly be Louie's new stripper slaves. There was the rest of his family, people at school, people in his neighborhood ... the list was nearly endless.
Louie stood up from behind his desk (stone in hand) and opened his office door. "Come on, Jon. Right now, they're busy stripping, but their act is almost over. You don't want to miss it, do you?"
Feeling like he had no other choice, Jon followed Louie out to the main "entertainment" room. The moment he saw who was up on stage, he froze and stared. He did know the two on stage. They were ...
