He gives her a chance

"What is going on? Something is wrong here; you did something to us!" Illeana hissed as Dave led her aunt and her down into the bowels of the strip club. Her aunt Maria was oohing and ahhing at the seedy joint. Something was seriously wrong with Aunt Maria; she had laid hands on her! Why was she suddenly acting like the idea that Illeana could work at a strip club was the best possible for her career? She had just gotten into Cornell, for God's sake!

"Wow, you're the first person to actually stop and ask why," Dave said, "I think that deserves a good turn." He stuck his arm out, and held up a small little stone thing. Illeana wasn't sure what it was. Some sort of fossil? It was bone-white, and seemed to be heavier than something that size should be. It had, in the parlance of the day, bad vibes. "This is a wishbone. Don't know its story, my buddy Jake had it, and now I have it. It can do stuff, crazy stuff. Change people, how they act, how they look, how they think."

"You did that to my aunt," Illeana said coldly. Her aunt was at a door, with her ears pressed against it.

"To think, on the other side of that, there are strippers getting ready to work!" Aunt Maria said, shaking with glee.

"Heh, girl, why did you come down with me into the club? Why didn't you just continue walking down the street? What possible good could come from you coming with me?" Dave grinned.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a second. She couldn't have abandoned her aunt to whatever this creep was going to do. No, she couldn't possibly leave and run away. It didn't make any sense. He was just trying to rattle her, make her second-guess herself. "You're lying," she said.

"Okay, suit yourself, I'm sure you are entirely in control of yourself and your actions."

"Obviously," she said, as she bent down and unlaced her shoes. She kicked out of her sneakers.

"This wishbone, its nothing, obviously it can't change what you do or say or think," Dave smirked, "and I am just full of shit."

"You're definitely doing something to me and my aunt," Illeana said accusatorially , "But, I don't think you're being honest about this bone thing."

"I'll make you a deal," Dave said, clutching the little wishbone to his chest, "You explain to me why you shouldn't be a stripper here at my club, and I'll let you and your aunt go, and you can go on, and be a doctor. Just give me one rational, logical reason why you shouldn't drop out of school and become a stripper."

"Well, that's really easy," Illeana said as she took off her socks.

"Wait, wait, no, that's not a blank check. If it is deal, a bet, then there's gotta be rules. If you can't come up with a good, solid, well-reasoned... reason," Dave didn't like that he was repeating himself, but he continued, "Then you're gonna be one of my strippers. One of my top strippers obviously, you're very cute."

"Oh, thanks," she said acidly.

"You got three chances, Illeana. You got into Cornell Med, obviously, you're a lot smarter than me, so just blow us all away with your great and mighty mind, and come with a logical, well thought out, reason why you shouldn't be one of my strippers."

"You should be a stripper, Illeana!" Her aunt said, "I had hoped you would one day grow up to a be a great stripper!"

"If I lay out a reason, then you'll turn her back, right? Both of us, free to go, right?" Illeana said as she unbuttoned her jeans.

"Absolutely, I'm a fair man, but if you can't, then you'll forget all your objections, and be my eager little dancer," Dave said, "I'm going to pull out my phone, and record these reasons why you think you shouldn't be a stripper. Ready when you are."

"She should!"

"Okay, reason number 1, I'm an Sagittarius and Mercury is rising, so I shouldn't make any big changes to my lifestyle. It's not a good time to launch new ventures, instead I should try to retrench and fortify my current position," Illeana said confidently. Then, second later, she cringed. Why did she say that?

"Oooh, okay, let's play that back," Dave said, with a giggle. He pressed play on his Samsung. There she was, in a strip club's back hallway, and she was spouting off, confidently, about astrology. "Do you think that is a good argument? Would your fancy professors accept that level of argument?"

"No," she whined, like a little girl, as she started to wiggle her jeans down her hips.

"Do you think that's a good reason? Do you believe in astrology? Are you even a Sagittarius?"

"No, no... my birthday's November 7, I don't know. I don't follow astrology, that's pseudo-science woo-woo."

"I think you're a Libra? I'm an Pisces, if you even care. Okay, okay, I gave you three chances, what's your second reason why you shouldn't be a stripper? And let's hit record... and... go!"

"Guys don't even like to look at naked girls. Like, I could get up on stage, and shake my ass and tatas as much as I like, doesn't mean that there would be guys that would pay money to see it. Guys don't like that stuff," She said, hopefully. That sounded right. That was a good reason, right? She suddenly felt a pang of doubt. Her first reason was terrible, and now she was second-guessing herself.

A short-haired black woman, skinny and pretty tried to slip in between Dave and Illeana. She had her vape pen, obviously looking to have a quick puff before she went on stage. "Wait, Monica, one sec," Dave said, extending out a hand and blocking the girl's path, "Do guys like strippers? Do you make money?"

"What kind of question is that?" Monica snorted, "Of course, guys like strippers. A good night, I've made like two thousand bucks in tips."

"Okay, thanks, baby, free to go," Dave withdrew his hand, and let the stripper before, "See? I think we both agree that your second try, not much better than your first, right? But, hey, you got three chances. So blow me away!"

Illeana tried to inhale deeply. She had to do this. For herself, for Cornell, for her Aunt Maria. She needed to come up with a good reason why she shouldn't throw up life away and shake her tatas for men. She pulled her t-shirt up over her her head. She was just in her bra and panties. Weird.

She luooked at her aunt. Maria was straining out, looking at the doorway that the black stripper just exited. "Do you think she'd maybe give me her autograph? To think, we got to see an actual stripper in a strip club! We're so lucky! And it sounds like he might actually hire you as a stripper, mija."

Illeana stared at her aunt, sadly for a second. Whatever Dave was doing, (obviously NOT this magic wishbone bullshit) he really had fucked up her aunt's way of thinking. Then, eureka!

"I got it! I got it!" Illeana declared proudly, "You can't make me a stripper, because you'd have to come up with something for my Aunt Maria to do, and she CAN'T be a stripper, she's nearly 40. Therefore, ipso facto, you have to let us both free, and change her back to normal!" There, she got it. Needed all three chances, but there's no way that wasn't a good reason! She put her hands on her hips, and snapped the elastic band in her panties.

"Huh, right, I mean, yeah, you might be a stripper, but Maria couldn't be a stripper," Dave said, putting his hand to his chin, and looking deep in thought.

"Oh, I wouldn't even want to be a stripper. I mean, when I was younger, I had dreamed of being a stripper, but I know I missed my window for a shot at getting up on the brass rail," Maria said, wistfully.

"Okay, maybe, maaaybe, you might be onto something, Illeana, but, a good, logical reason should be able to stand up to scrutiny, right? So, I should get a chance to rebut your argument, just as a fair chance for our bet, right?"

Illeana nodded. That was only fair.

"Okay, Maria," he said, the little white bone still between his thumb and forefinger, "We're all in agreement, you shouldn't be a stripper, regardless of what Illeana here does. But you want to keep a close eye on your niece, make sure she doesn't screw up this opportunity."

Maria nodded eagerly.

"Okay, so, what if you become a waitress here? You wouldn't go up on stage, you just would go around, take drink orders, deliver drinks. Maybe smile and giggle instead of getting angry if one of our customers reaches out and squeezes that cute behind of yours," Dave said, reaching out and goosing said caboose. "My word, this whole family has really fine derrieres!"

"Oh, I wouldn't dare get angry at a strip club customer! They are the true heroes of our society. If it weren't for them, then women couldn't be strippers!" Maria said, bending slightly at the waist, to better present her ass to the strip club owner. She would go along with anything if it meant that her beloved niece could actually get on stage and shake her ass for strange men to leer at! "Do you really think I am hot enough to be a strip club waitress though? I know, obviously, I couldn't be a stripper but I wouldn't want to ruin the vibe of such a hollowed institution." Illeana couldn't help but note the chipped paint and water stains on the wall.

"Oh, with your work ethic, devotion to the job and my wish bone, I'm sure we can make something work, Maria!" He reared back, and gave Maria a mighty spank. Her knees buckled, and she let out a moaning gasp.

"Well, Illeana, I think you better start thinking of your stripper name," Dave said, "After we had an agreement." He did have her there. She now really couldn't think of any reason why she shouldn't be a stripper. "C'mon, Maria, before your shift starts, you need to suck to my dick."