"I wish you all would be completely subservient to my every wish," I said. Another shimmer of wish energy
flooded through the room, and everyone turned to stare at me.
"Everyone who isn't a stripper..I want you to leave here in a minute or so. Go find a sexual partner,
whichever you have a preference for. It is now eleven pm. At three am, I want you to shift and infect them.
Then return here tomorrow night at eight pm."
I made a silent wish that the clothing scraps they held would be intact. "Now get dressed before you leave.
Act normally, and tell noone of your secret ability to change, nor of your plans."
The men and women nodded, slowly getting dressed and leaving in a quiet and orderly fashion. As the last
patron left, I shut the door, locking it from the inside. The bartender and five strippers remained, still
naked. They all had the perky and buoyant tits of porn stars and the low-fat figures of cokeheads and models.
They stood silently, waiting on instructions from me. "Make me a drink," I told the bartender. "Rum and coke,
use the Captain Morgan." She smiled, taking the bottle and giving me a healthy pour of rum to the coke. The
five stripper were still silent, watching me. Veronica stood on the runway, naked and watching me with an
almost challenging look in her eyes, while the other four simply stood meekly watching me.
I sat at a table, watching them. Again, Veronica and I made eye contact, and again, there was that mild
challenging look. It was mildly unsettling. She was by far the most beautiful of the girls, the only one with
the long, slightly curly raven-black hair and milky skin.
The other four were two brunettes, a blonde, and a redhead. They were cute, but their meekness made them
somehow less arousing, even though their bodies were nearly as flawless as hers, and their faces nearly as
pretty as hers.
I motioned to the bartender. "Come here, sweetie." She smiled, coming over as I slid my chair out slightly.
She was pretty, she had fuller lips than the rest of the girls, save for Veronica. "Get on your knees," I
said, and she quickly complied, already working at my fly. While I hadn't ordered her to do it, it was clear
what I was going to ask, and she was doing what she could to anticipate my wishes.
"You four," I said, shivering as the bartender kissed my tip. "I want you to fuck as you shift."