Not quite

You feel like you are drowning. You claw your way to the surface. You open your eyes. It is late. You are scared. Cynthia was right. You feel like you are losing yourself. You get up.

You examine yourself in the mirror, thankful for your round pert breasts. You need to go see Cynthia now, before you disappear into Jack.

You slip out unnoticed and drive briskly to the club. You walk in, admire the dancer, then head backstage to see Cynthia.

She greets you with a big smile. “It’s so nice to see you, Jacky.”

“I need your help. You were right, I’m fading away. I’ll do the ceremony. What do we do?”

“It’s incredibly easy dear.”

She grabs some chalk and draws a pentagram around the two of you.

“Now, Jacky, do you want to be more powerful?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to always be sexy?”

Female and sexy, you add silently to yourself.

“Of course.”

“Do you want to be able to entrance men.”

Couldn’t hurt you think.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to be just like me?”

“Yes!”

She pulls you into a kiss. It makes you feel so good. You feel aroused, seductive, powerful.

“There, you should go dance.”

You don’t argue with her as she ushers you out on stage.

As you gyrate, you can feel every eye upon you. Everyone, man or woman, in the audience wants you. You feel their lust. It feels good.

As you look out into the crowd you can almost see their energy, their souls. They are black. You giggle, it’s a pretty black. The music ends and you head back in. Cynthia greets you.

“How did you like your dance?”