Jasmine was into the really old school music, free from the influence of mass marketing and commercialism. It was lucky for her that this music store existed downtown. Likewise, Gloria was lucky; this was her music store. And she was getting her daughters involved in the family business.
It was Monique's turn to work with the customers, and it was went she went to the DJ Booth and crossed gazes with Jasmine.
"Heyyy there, how can I help yah today?" Monique asked as she adjusted her big sparkly purple cap.
"I just wanted to see this record, I found it locked up in a box with all the others." Jasmine explained as she presented the sealed, clear case.
"It's a security thing." Gloria said as she popped it open.
Her mom stepped up and showed Monique how to hold it: with the back away from the customer to hide the lipstick print on it.
Jasmine saw them place it inside and not turn the table on.
"It's pressure activated... would you do the honors, honey?" Gloria asked Jasmine.
"Oh, sure." Jasmine smiled as she popped the record in, oblivious to the lipstick print crawling up her arm.
Monique let the record play as se watched the lipstick turn clear and plump up as a chocolately brown color spread across her skin. Her almond Asian eyes rounded out as her nose grew out a little bit and her wavy brown hair braided itself into a weaved ponytail. Her nails grew out and became covered in silver glitter-gloss, just like her toenail.
"How's it soundin'?" Monique asked.
"Alright, Ah don't see mah-self jumpin' on a table set like this anytime soon." Jasmine said like a true girl from the hood.
"Maybe this'll change yer mind." Monique said as she popped a second record in and began scratching them.
Jasmine felt the beat course through her body as she began to shake her hips. Naturally, they widened out and her ass grew out until it blew the back of her jeans out. Her ass jiggled like jello as the pant legs dissolved off her new pleather booty shorts. Her sneakers stretched out and hardened into bejeweled leather pumps that clacked as she swung around. Her shirt crept up her stomach, ending an inch below her breasts as they hit size D. A belly ring and two hoop earings materialized onto her as her retro watches became gold bangles.
"Yeah gurl, shake that thang!" Monique cheered.
"Look out baby, Jazzy's comin' on through." the new black babe hollered as she jumped behind the booth and began twerking her ass against Monique's crotch.
"That's enough, ladies." Gloria said as she turned it off.
"Ah'll take it!" Jazzy declared.
Gloria drew a line.
Six chocolately black babes in one afternoon. A new record.
She'd have to tell Jojo about this. And just like that, the tomboy was calling her. Looks like she could already tell... Jazzy was her 18th customer today. And judging by the moans in the backroom, Monique was celebrating by letting her latest customer chew her nipples like chicken gristle.