each make one wish

Jonathan looked at the girl sitting at the table. Lori Yorkes, he remembered her from High School. She was a nerdy girl back then, but she looked quite pretty now, even though she was moping over her beer. Maybe if he wasn't evil, he would have a chance with her.

"I wish Lori Yorkes had a crush on me," he said outloud.

"Yes, Master." Anya, the slutty looking genie pronounced. Lori blinked and looked around, with a faraway expression in her eyes, and then went back to staring into her beer.

Warren rolled his eyes.

"Lame," Andrew muttered.

"What happened?" Jonathan asked, turning to Anya.

"I granted your wish, Master. As of now, she had a crush on you, back in high school. And the memory of it was what caused her to look up a minute ago. You did use the past tense, Master. Anyway, she has bigger things to worry about now, like the ex-boyfriend she turned into a mad dog earlier this week."

"Interesting," Andrew said, "So it is true what they say, that you genies will interpret our wishes in ways that work against our wishes."

Anya shrugged. "Yes, Master. I mean, look, I did it as a vengence demon, when I was enjoying myself. Why wouldn't I do it now...Master?"

"Okay, my turn," Andrew declared, narrowing his eyes evilly. He looked at the girl at the bar. It suddenly occured to him that she looked a lot like Lt. Uhuru from Star Trek.

"I wish she was wearing Uhuru's uniform the original Star Trek."

Anya, Warren and Jonathan all rolled their eyes, as Anya muttered, "Done, Master."

As the girls outfit changed, the people standing around her turned o stare at her, and she looked down, at her star fleet minidress, and felt her now beehive styled hair, and freaked out, running out of the room.

Jonathan, Warren, and even Anya joined Andrew in a little chuckle. "Pretty funny, sparky." Warren allowed.

"Actually, Master, I think you did her a favour. She looks good in red." Anya giggled, and then stopped herself. She wasn't supposed to be evil--or at least, not for men.

Warren clapped his hands together. "Okay boys and girls, time to stop with the babysteps.Watch how a real man gives out payback. I wish those three bitches on the dancefloor were cum hungry nymphos who literally need to suck dick to stay alive. If they don't suck dick once every twelve hours, they die."

Anya looked at Warren with horror, as she granted his wish. She wasn't the only one.