He goes to the club!

Josh swallowed hard. The idea of Kayleigh and her mean girl minions magically transformed into his brainless sex toys playing over in his head as Tanya massaged his mind. He almost ended up giving in, deciding not to resist and just see what it would be like.

But resist he did. "No way, Tanya," he gritted out, shaking his head firmly. "I'm not gonna ruin those girls just because they're bitches to me."

Tanya huffed. "Ugh, fine... Be a little bitch boy then," she sneered, smirking. "Guess you prefer your blue balls with a side of self-righteousness."

Josh ignored her jab, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. "I'm going to that party," he declared, sounding more confident than he felt. "Gonna face Kayleigh like a man, with none of your magic backing me up."

The genie blinked, then let out a disbelieving cackle. "Seriously? You're really gonna try to get laid au naturel? Didn't we both just see that Kayleigh obviously hates your guts?" She shook her head, blonde curls bouncing. "Oh this I GOTTA see. Count me in!!"

Josh froze, whirling to face her in horror. "What?! No way, you are NOT coming with me!" he yelped, mentally cringing at the all-too-vivid image of Tanya running amok amongst the dance floor.

Tanya smirked, hands on her hips. "Aww, why not? Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of all the other sluts?" She batted her lashes coquettishly.

"No, I'm afraid you'll whip out some freaky genie shit and get me locked up!" Josh hissed, dragging a hand down his face. "Or worse!"

The buxom blonde huffed, folding her arms under her insurmountable rack. "Rude! I have SOME concept of human social mores, y'know." She paused, considering. "Tell ya what - I'll even ditch my usual getup and rock a lewk that'll let me blend right in with all the other club skanks. No magic, just mundane thot shit. Deal?"

Josh glared at her suspiciously for a long moment, but couldn't find a good counter-argument. "Ugh, FINE," he spat finally, throwing up his hands in defeat. "But you better keep your hands to yourself, got it? No magic!"

"Fiiiiine," Tanya singsonged, rolling her eyes again. "I'll be on my best basic bitch behavior, promise! No touching, I'll just watch~"

And with a theatrical snap of her fingers, the genie's skimpy silk outfit poofed away in a cloud of glitter... only to be replaced by the skankiest clubwear Josh had ever seen. A hot pink micro-dress that was more strip of spandex than actual garment, fishnets, and platform heels that looked almost painful to walk in. Just standing in those things already made Tanya much taller than Josh. The whole ensemble was topped off with a push-up bra that with her rack made it seemingly impossible to 'blend in' in any kind of scenario.

Josh's jaw hit the floor, eyes bulging out of his skull at the sudden eyeful of jiggly genie skin. "TANYA! What the fuck?!" he yelped. "I said BLEND IN, not show off!"

Tanya just giggled, giving her newly neon-clad titties a salacious shimmy. "Oh please, like this ain't the uniform of every other Insta-thot at the club," she scoffed, jutting out a hip. "Everyone will just assume I'm some brain-drained Kardashian knockoff looking to ride any stud's dick!"

Josh pinched the bridge of his nose, praying for patience (and in thanks that his cock hadn't torn through his zipper like an alien chestburster). "Whatever. Let's just get this over with before I come to my senses," he grumbled, shouldering past the smirking blonde as he walks toward the front door.

The genie trotted after him with an excited squeal, her heels going click-clack on the scuffed linoleum. "Oooh, I can't wait to see how you try and salvage getting with Kayleigh on your own, Master!" she crowed, clapping her hands together and making her jugs jiggle. "Gettin' shot down by drunk whores all night, trapped in a cage of incel rage! Mmm, so tasty!~"

"I hate you," Josh informed her flatly, not breaking his stride. "I hate you, and I hate my dick for tricking me into putting up with you."

Tanya just cackled, slapping him on the ass as she skipped ahead to block the door with her sexy body. "Aww, you know you love me, baby!" she cooed, fluttering her lashes at him. "Or you WILL after a few drinks and a couple rejections, hehe!~"

With that vaguely ominous promise, she spun on her stilettos and flounced out into the night, leaving Josh to trail after her with a gut full of dread.

The Uber ride to the club was blessedly quick, but not nearly quick enough for Josh's liking. He spent the whole trip trying to ignore Tanya's antics as she made a show of "getting into character"... which apparently involved a whole lotta over-the-top flirting with their visibly terrified driver.

"Mmm, I bet YOU know how to handle a stick shift, don't ya handsome?~" Tanya purred at one point, leaning over the front seat to shove her shiny new jugs in the poor bastard's face. Josh just closed his eyes and tried to become one with the pleather, praying the dude wouldn't crash and kill them both in a horrific fireball.

Finally, they arrived at their destination: a throbbing, strobe-lit temple of bad decisions and infidelity. Josh quickly paid and dragged Tanya out of the car before she could proposition their driver outright, ignoring her giggly protests of "I was just being FRIENDLY, GOD!".

They lined up outside the velvet rope, the heavy bass of EDM clearly audible even from outside. Josh tried to focus on literally anything but the smirking succubus beside him as she preened and posed for the hungry eyes of their fellow linegoers.

"Damn, is a Goddess like you really here with that loser?" A nearby frat bro called out, blatantly ogling Tanya's pert posterior. The genie giggled and blew him a kiss, making a show of bending over to "adjust her heel". Josh just set his jaw and resolutely stared at the glowing neon sign, hoping it can distract him enough to tune out the catcalls.

Finally, they reached the bouncer - a brick wall with tribal tattoos and the perpetually annoyed expression of a man who's seen one fake ID too many. His eyes swept over Tanya's scanty ensemble with obvious appreciation, lingering on her tits in a way that made her only adjust to show them off further.

Though Josh was ready to show his ID, apparently her slut couture was sufficient cred to gain entry, because he merely grunted "ID" at them both and waved them through after barely a glance at his driver's license, never even bothering to ask Tanya for hers. Josh breathed a sigh of relief as they passed over the threshold...

Only to immediately be assaulted by a wall of ear-splitting pop, epilepsy-inducing strobelights, and the pungent stench of sweat, cheap perfume and ****. The dance floor was a writing mass of sweat-slick skin and overheated horniness. It was late, so the party had already started. Josh felt his throat close up at the sheer sensory onslaught. He really didn't like going to these places...

"Whooooo, now THIS is what I'm talkin' bout!" Tanya whooped beside him, gleefully taking in the sight. "So much delicious debauchery, I'm so proud of you humans for inventing clubs like this!" She grabbed Josh's arm and started dragging him into the fray, her acrylic claws digging into his bicep. "C'mon Master, let's get LITTY TITTY!~"