Kylie turned away from the two as they continued to masturbate to their own images in the mirror. She wasn't
necessarily done with them yet, but she wanted to pick someone new for her next 'trick.' In fact, she wanted
to pick several new someones, and they all happened to be clustered together to the left of the stage.
"Let's give a big hand for the varsity football team!" she shouted, starting to clap her own hands. This
prompted the crowd to start clapping as well, though they looked bewildered and startled as their hands
started moving on their own. Kylie pointed a finger out at the group of jocks and a spotlight fell on them.
"Now, I don't think the stage is big enough for all of you, especially with our star attractions up here
making things a little messy, so let's just start with one." The witch made a show of touching her red lips
with a finger, as though having a tough time deciding. "I know!" she proclaimed. "Let's get the MVP up here
for some fun. Bitches and douchebags, let's hear it for Dan Westburg!" She started clapping again and everyone
followed suit, whether they wanted to or not.
The spotlight over the jocks narrowed onto one guy and his terrified girlfriend. They had both dressed up in
the same theme, with him as a rootin' tootin' cowboy and her as a tough and plucky cowgirl. Dan squinted as he
looked up into the bright light that seemed to be coming from nowhere, shielding his blue eyes from the glare
that his white cowboy hat seemed to do little to lessen. Before he could comment, or even reassure his
girlfriend Sarah, his feet started propelling him forward and up onto the stage. He stumbled awkwardly into
the middle as Kylie stood smiling her bright, dazzling smile beside him.
"Nice costume, Danny-boy," she commented, looking him up and down. "It gives me an idea. Well actually, your
girlfriend's costume gives me even more of one. Let's get started." She laced her fingers together and cracked
them loudly, wiggling them dramatically before poking Dan on the shoulder, then the side, then finally, as he
started to protest, on the nose.
The quarterback finally got his wits about him and slapped Kylie's hand away. "Listen sugar," he drawled, then
stopped. "What the gosh darn heck? I sound like some poor country hick!" He glared at the witch. "I don't
rightly know what happened to you, darlin', but this here ain't right. Iff'n you keep this here nonsense up, I
reckon I'm fixin' to put a stop to it." Dan looped his fingers through his belt and, before he could stop
himself, spat. He could have sworn he heard a faint, far-off ding as well.
Kylie laughed and turned to the audience. "Isn't he cute?" she asked. "And we're just getting started. Come on
now, Danny-boy, let's get the show on the road!" She mimed shooting a pair of pistols at him, then holstered
them at her side.
"I warned ya, li'l missy," Dan said, puffing out his chest. Or rather, his chest started to puff out in front
of him...