Gold Digger

"...gold digger," smiled Jasmine.Letting go of Clare's embrace.

Clare backed away touching her fingers to her lips. "What have you done?" she asked.

"Kasey, come here," commanded Jasmine emphasising with her seductive voice.

The ex-employee in her full length gold gown sauntered to the door way. And hung on Jasmine's arm looking deeply at her.

"This is Kasey, Clare," explained Jasmine, "She was much like you and then the gift you gave me allowed me to expose her true potential."

"That's right, mistress," confirmed Kasey.

Clare stood there dumb struck. She had known what Aphrodite's Boutique could do when a girl friend used it to get rid of her husband. Petra had told her that John would meet the same fate. Thinking back she thought if she would have done it all over again.

"You bast-!" Clare tried to yell, but the pain cut off.

Her hair exploded from it's ponytail falling into a long brunette wave. Heavy eye make up formed and her lips became voluptuous. She tried to move towards Jasmine, but then she was brought to her knees by a powerful sensation of pleasure mixed with pain. Her sweatpants melted off of her body as her shirt began to lengthen to her knees. The fabric shifted to a golden color and glistened in the light. Her breasts expanded to almost twice their normal size to fill the beautiful dress.

She grabbed her head as her thoughts of hate and **** were transformed into longing and greed. A moan of ecstasy escaped her lips as she steadied herself.

"How do you feel?" asked Jasmine.

Clare looked to Jasmine then to Kasey, "I need to find a man now," Clare said, "I want to buy all these new clothes and designer bags. But I don't have a sugar daddy?" She touched her hand to her lips, "Did I say that?"

Jasmine nodded and moved Clare to the mirror she knew was kept in the bedroom. "Look at yourself Clare," said Jasmine.

Clare gasped, but then smiled as she saw the sex kitten that was before her, "I'm not going to have to buy drinks forever," she said managing to insert enticement into every syllable.

"Let's go find you that sugar daddy," said Jasmine.