Jackson glared at Nikki, then at Tony. His look a warning against Nikki's suggestion. "Well have an enjoyable evening, guys."
Nikki snapped her fingers theatrically, flames licked up her body, as she was consumed. The stink of brimstone suddenly heavy in the air.
"Well, if you don't mind." Tony observed. "You just want a job..." He quoted Jackson's exact words.
"Within limits!" Jackson pleaded. "It can't get in the way of my job hunting... You can't make me as busty as Nikki!" He tried to sound commanding, but his voice cracked the desperation, and unspoken need clear in his voice.
"If I made you curvy, If I made you my ideal woman, you might be happy to be my fiancée, and then wife."
A look of disgust crossed Jackson's face. "I can't believe... I just can't believe you! That you'd want me to be one of your busty bimbos!"
"Well, a bimbo would be happier with her situation, and less troubled by those thoughts." Tony mused aloud.
Jackson took a step back, recoiling at the idea of losing his education, his working knowledge, of existing only to please Tony.
"You can't! You just can't!" He pleaded. "Just let me be modest, and I'll get a job and be out your hair inside a week! A week.... Hell, I should manage it tomorrow with luck."
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