I Want Money

“My grandmother needs surgery. Felicity makes so much…”

“You want to be like her and be rolling in cash.”

She blushes. “Yes.”

“Oh, honey, I can make that happen for you.”

“But, it would cost me my soul?”

“Yes. Nothing is free, honey. Think of it as an investment. Hell, make the deal and I’ll sell you your soul back for fifty grand if you aren’t happy.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Did you ask Felicity?”

She blushes. “I did, she said it felt great.”

“It shouldn’t be any different for you.”

“What would I have to do?”

“Easy, just offer me your soul for what you want.”

“So…I give you my soul to be a hot dancer just like Felicity?”

“Done.”

You watch Ashley take her soul. The waitress simply stands there in shock as her legs elongate and become chiseled perfection. Her waist slims and her breasts expand, becoming rounder and perkier. Her lips grow and become cherry red.

“There. What’s your name?”

In a monotone she says. “Kylie.”

“Now Kylie, you’re a cruel bitch who loves Satan, just like Felicity. The only things that matter to you are fucking and money.”

Kylie twitches as the words mold her.

“How are you feeling, Kylie?”

“With these looks, how can I not feel great?”

You see Felicity exit the back. As she walks toward you she admires Kylie.

“Who’s the new meat?”

“Felicity, this is Kylie. She’s looking to become a dancer. Can you give her a hand?”

“Fuck yes. So Kylie, do you like pussy?”

Kylie grins. “Sure.”

“Then do follow me. We can have a bit of fun while we get you on board.”

As Kylie turns to leave you ask. “So what about your grandma, Kylie?”

“That dried up, penniless, hag? Fuck her, I’ve got better things to do.”

Felicity grins at her. “I like you babe, we’re going to have some serious fun.”

They head in back and you feel wonderful that you were able to help that poor shy waitress.