Cassie's stomach sank. The car was at Kittens, the best-known "gentlemen's club" in town.
Jenny started to get out of the car and then said, "I just realized, you can't come in with me -- you're too young."
Cassie let out a sigh of relief, but then her altered mother said, "Ring hasn't failed yet! I wish there was no problem with you coming in with me."
The ring's sparkles shot up into the air and dissipated as Jenny exited the sports car and Cassie grudgingly followed. The teen was a little surprised to see more vehicles fade into existence in the parking lot, and as the two walked past, Cassie saw that most had parking stickers from her high school in the back window.
They used not the front entrance, but the side "stage door," where a bouncer quickly opened the door for them. "Hey, Jenny and Cassie," said the well-muscled man with a grin.
"Hey yourself," said Jenny with a smile as she walked past. Cassie could only manage a small head nod.
They wound up in a dingy back corridor, where a tall black woman in a silk robe and sky-high heels came around the corner and stopped. "Whoa, fuck, Jenny, you're not on the schedule for tonight!" she protested.
"Oh, you recognize me like this?" asked Jenny, once again impressed with the ring's ability to alter reality.
"Hell yeah, I recognize you!" answered the woman. "Everybody fucking recognizes you! That's why we can't have you here every night -- none of the rest of us would make any money!"
"Whoa," Jenny said quietly to her daughter. "I guess me looking like this helped our money situation!"
"Unless..." the woman said, "Oh, shit, is your fucking super-hot daughter ready to start stripping? Man, at least have her work at a different club!"
Jenny laughed. "Come on, Tatyana, she's only 14."
"She coulda been stripping 2 years ago!" Tatyana exclaimed. "That's when my niece in Atlanta started!"
Despite her lowered IQ, Cassie could still do that math. She grabbed her mother's arm and said angrily but quietly, "Mom, your wish I could come in here made it so girls can be strippers at 12!" She then remembered the high school parking stickers -- and the half-full bicycle rack near the entrance. "And I think guys can come in here when they're 12, too!"
"Are you two fucking high or something?" asked Tatyana. "What are you talking about?"
Jenny spoke quietly into her daughter's ear, saying...