Shake that money-maker!

New Quest: Dance on stage!

As you try to settle down and fix your top, you read your new objective. You look at it confused, as it's a clothing store, not a club. Then you see a flash of multicolored lights behind you. You turn to see that the display platforms against the wall has turned into a round stage befitting of a strip club, with a sign to the side of it reading; "Show off your new duds, for a hot 50% discount on all clothes you dance in!"

Wish-Bitch: I'm not dancing. it's bad enough that I tit-fucked a guy, but you want me to perform for everyone else too? No way!

Sarah: Really? Because I don't think I need to be the one to convince you.

Suddenly, you hear a muttering of the staff member behind you, "Man, I wish that hot genie bitch would work it on the stage." Suddenly your pussy feels gushy, and it feels like you're being pulled to the stage by your pelvis. As you climb on up against your will, you look around nervously, and see everyone in the store staring. As you try to turn and make your way off the stage, you see the command you were afraid of might happen.

Sarah: /dance

You then rotate back around and enter a sexy performance. As you start to dance, you hear a song pipe up, and you groan as you hear the song "Genie in a Bottle" start playing behind you. Your hips swing from side to side to the beat while your arms are stretched out to either side of you, your hair brushing along your back as you turn your head with your hips with a cheesy grin. Obviously, the grin is not genuine as you try to **** yourself to stop, which only makes your dance **** itself into something more lewd. The new position has your hands running through your hair as you pelvic thrust at the audience, sending your bouncing boobies jumping along with your thrusts, with a face that makes you look as if it's giving you an orgasm. As if it couldn't get any worse, you start hearing catcalls and whistles. A particular few stand out, no doubt the boy and the clerk from before, as they cry out; "I wish you would pull your nipple chain!" "I wish you would shout out embarrassing lewd things!"

To your shock you proceed to do so, and of course sending the usual horniness to you from the accursed word. You lift the top so that you're able to yank at the chain easier, and yank on either side, both sending your mammoth mammaries bouncing in different directions by your rock-hard nipples, and making you gasp in pleasure from the waves sent from the pulling. You hope to keep your mouth shut as hard as possible, but try as you might, you bark out in your cute high-pitched voice lewd things that you have never done or wanted: "I love yanking my nipples, I can cum from pinching them and mooing like a cow!" "I'm such an anal slut, I finger my asshole every time someone stares at my big ass!" "I have a tiny cock fetish, nothing gets me off like a tiny dick cumming on my face!" and other such unflattering comments. You are finally able to stop after about ten minutes of this ****, changing your positions a bunch of times while still screaming out humiliating phrases, even one time **** to spank your extremely horny cunt and scream out, "Bad pussy! Me wanna sucky sucky, not fucky fucky!"

You rush as fast as your tired and shaking legs can take you back to the changing room, Feeling so humiliated and horny beyond belief. You sit down on the bench inside there, and work off some steam, lowering your genie pants and thong to your ankles and fingering yourself furiously. You feels so delirious as you start shoving three fingers inside you, faster and faster, nearing the end of the climax. After one final thrust, you scream out in pleasure, showering the floor and your hand in your juices. You calm down enough, making deep and calm breaths, and pull everything back up your legs. You decide to try and scream out your displeasure at your sister.

Wish-Bitch: Sarah! Stop this right now! I'm done with this, get me the Hell out of here!

Sarah: That was sooo great! But you can't give up now, we're just getting started. And look, you levelled up!

You look over to a different UI that just popped up, that has a header and a descending path of icons below it, the first from the top is blinking. the header reads; "Congratulations! You are now a level 1 Genie-Slut! Please select your new class ability." You look at it and grunt in annoyance, or more of moan erotically in annoyance as it may sound like. You press the icon and a few choices for the new ability pop up.