Jenny rolled her eyes “Yeah just let me finish up talking to Tatyana first.”
Cassie making eye contact with a 13 year old girl gyrating on a pole with implants the size of her head. Becoming slower but not bending her morals was keen on not dropping the subject. “Jenny, their exploiting children!”
Cassie tired of her two cents kneeling letting her ego get the best of her parenting skills leaned into her ear. “I wish you worked here as a featured dancer , were addicted to plastic surgery never able to look as good as me, and forgot all about this ring.”
Cassandra looked horrified for a brief moment before totally calming down as she grew marginally dumber as sparks flew from her ring sweeping around Cassandra Her hair became salon professional like Jen’s but less thick and illustrious and her clothes altered her flirty top disappearing along with her mini dress her outfit becoming the lacy pink brassiere from earlier stuffed with dollar bills, her sneakers becoming platform pumps and a lacy thong. Her lips tingling filling with collagen inflating to the point Cassie has trouble pronouncing words, her already huge 32-DD swelling larger with silicone becoming 36-F her ass pushing out like a shelf that she probably could have rested a few of the books she lost now being too dumb to even read them after being reduced to a third . Coming out of her daze the surgically enhanced bimbo saw her mom considering it a treat when she visited due to her being the best stripper ever to step foot in here. Twerking on stage she waved to Jenny as she finished up talking to Tatyana and gave slow energy wave back .
The world now seeing it acceptable for 11 year old girls to strip and get implants. Finding it hard to care about anything but keeping the ring to herself Jenny decided to go to her boss Chet’s office. Chet was a fat middle aged wasp dressed up like a cowboy with a Texan accent. Brightening up seeing his top dancer.
“Jennifer Hale! Butter my biscuits you must be here on your day off to see your daughter’s moves, hahaha!”
Jenny didn’t smile making the 52 year old mildly uncomfortable with her cold glare Jen started in on him.
“I wish I was the owner and proprietor of this place.
Sparks swirling into the air suddenly the fat middle aged man disappeared Jenny teleporting into his spot her jewelry becoming nicer looking. Her skimpy attire becoming slutty office casual keeping with her previous wish with stiletto pumps, stockings, thong, a mini skirt, and a white button up with at least 1/4 of them undone exposing her deep cleavage accentuated by her new designer wire bra supporting her soccer ball K cups. Lastly his tacky posters and pictures disappearing becoming redesigned like how Jen likes it. Her desk and office chair becoming nicer her workspace becoming filled with Jen’s family vacation photos and Chet’s awards reforming in her name. Glancing from the office window Jenny witnesses Cassie shoving her fake breasts into a middle schooler’s face her medium nipples permanently hard arching her midsection Jen could see her under boob scar, it looked freshly healed.
Smirking having become a bimbo business owner Jen decided....