12 comments/ 270703 views/ 247 favorites Genie Chronicles Ch. 01 By: Joe Brolly Jack woke with the sun in his face. "Dammit," he thought, "fell asleep on the couch again." He sat up slowly, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Funny, the TV wasn't on. Waking up on the couch wasn't that unusual. He often fell asleep watching a late movie or Letterman, only to awaken to some inane morning show. "Huh, must have cut it off during the night, I guess." He got up and started for the kitchen to get some juice when a quiet voice said, "Good morning, master." He jolted to a stop and spun toward the voice, suddenly wide-awake with heart pounding. From the far corner of the room stepped a vision; the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was clothed in the sheerest of silk that revealed much, yet hid just enough to be incredibly tantalizing. As his befuddled mind tried to process what he saw and its implications, the young woman stepped in front of him, stopped, and smiled. Her slightly small mouth had full lips that formed a stunning yet demure smile which lit up the room, made his heart beat even faster, and awakened his cock. She stood, eyes slightly downcast, apparently waiting for him to say something. "Uh... who... what... how..." He swallowed and tried again. "Who are you, and how did you get in here?" Her smile widened at his confusion, causing his rapidly-beating heart to skip a few, then she said, "I am whomever you would like me to be, master. As to how I got here, is that not obvious? Did you not open my box?" The box. Everything rushed back into his head; the box, the puzzle, the glowing mist. Suddenly he had to sit down. He made it back to the couch before his legs gave out from under him, his eyes never leaving the girl. "The box? How... What do you mean? What was that light? What did you do to me?" he asked, remembering now that the pink mist was the last thing he saw the night before. The woman's smile gave way to a small, albeit cute frown. "You do not know of the box? You must. I am here. You did open it, yes?" Jack felt a little better now that he was not the only one confused, then realized that might not be a good thing. "Well, yeah, I did. I solved the puzzle." "Ah," she said, her smile returning, "This is correct, then. You are my rightful master. I am your Genie." Master? Genie? What the hell was she talking about? This had to be a dream. Had he fallen asleep watching a rerun of "I Dream of Genie"? He must have. He was at this very moment really sleeping on the couch while it played on TV. Still, as dreams went, it could be worse. She was certainly hot, definitely hotter than Barbara Eden. He was afraid to ask too many questions, fearing that, if this was a dream it might end before anything good could happen (as they always did), but he didn't know what else to do. "Uh, I'm sorry, but I'm not quite awake, yet. I had a late night that ended oddly. Could you kind of start from the beginning and tell me about, uh, yourself, or whatever..." He trailed off, not wanting to go too far and indicate to her that he wasn't who she expected him to be. Apparently that was already obvious to her, though, as she said, "Yes, I can understand your confusion. You are not my originally intended master. But no matter, the box was opened by your hand, so my master you are." She knelt on the floor in front of him, giving him an incredible view of her dazzling cleavage. He would have had a hard time concentrating on anything else if it hadn't been for the unbelievable story she told, and a pair of startlingly green eyes that captured his as she began speaking. "I am a Genie, a female Jinn. I was placed in that box many, many years ago. Created by a Major Genie, it, and I, was intended to be a gift for a very wealthy Sultan as a present. That particular Sultan loved puzzles, and this box was constructed to be a great challenge for him, with me as his prize, when, or if, he solved it." "Apparently he never did, or perhaps the box was stolen. I do not know. A Genie such as me is aware neither of what transpires outside his or her vessel, nor even of the passage of time itself while the vessel is sealed. But that does not matter, now. The way the box was created, my master is whoever solves the puzzle and opens the box. You have done so. So, master, how may I be of service?" As she said this last, she bowed her head briefly to the floor. Jack was stunned. Was this really happening? It couldn't be. Either someone was going to some elaborate lengths to play a practical joke on him, or he was still asleep on the couch with that rerun of "Jeannie" on the TV. He pinched himself. Ow! Ok, must be a joke, then. But hell, why not play along? "Um, I'm not sure. How CAN you be of service?" "In any way you wish, master. I am yours to command." His to command, eh? Yeah, right. Who had set this up, and where had they gotten this beautiful girl? At least if she was a stripper or something, she should be of legal age. As practical jokes went, this was a great one. Jack thought for a few minutes. Just what would it take to call this girl's bluff? If he was careful, he hoped he could get some enjoyment out of this before exceeding what she was paid to do. Hmmm. She was wearing so little anyway... "How about, remove your clothes." "Yes, master." She stood and began to remove her silks. "No, um, strip for me, please. Make it erotic." "Yes, master." And she did. For the next ten minutes, Jack was witness to the most incredibly erotic strip tease he had ever seen as she slowly revealed her perfect body. There was no music, no sound. It would have only detracted from the performance. One by one the silks would drift to the floor, leaving a thinner layer behind, a little more of her lightly tanned skin showing through. Yet the remaining filmy material and her continuous movement still managed to conceal her most private places. Even the very last thin silk somehow managed to hide what he so urgently wanted to see. Then it, too, fell to the floor as she gracefully turned to face him, her auburn hair, now slightly tousled, settling over her breasts. It was thick enough to completely conceal them and long enough to almost reach her delicious oval belly button and partially obscure her taut, flat stomach. By this time Jack was perspiring a bit and his cock was rock-hard. The young woman - she couldn't be more than twenty, if that - was exceptionally talented, and Jack sat in stunned silence, only able to stare at her in lust. Oddly, he found her breasts still being hidden by her glorious mane while the rest of her was exposed a surprising turn-on, focusing more of his attention on a small triangle of trimmed red-gold bush, pointing down to a delectable and completely bare hood and pair of lips, all perfectly framed by lusciously rounded hips flaring from her narrow waist. Finally, his eyes found their way back to her face, whose pink-cheeked, slightly exerted expression held curious combinations of innocence and sexuality, subservience and perhaps just a bit of mischief. As innocent as she might look, however, she was apparently not in the least bit self-conscious about her nudity, and seemed quite happy for him to admire her for as long as he liked, and to wait for his next command. Jack wondered for a while what that command should be. Finally, voice unsteady, he said, "Ok, now, uh, how about a lap dance." "Lap dance?" she frowned slightly, as if in concentration. There was a brief tingle in his mind, but he was too distracted to notice it. "Ah! Yes master." Again her sensuous body began moving to an unheard rhythm. She slowly turned away from him, revealing a sculpted back and two full, firm, round cheeks. She then sunk her stunning rear into his lap and began swirling it lightly against his cock, which was straining mightily for release from his shorts. It was all he could do not to cum right then. Slowly she turned again, somehow keeping her ass in constant contact with his fabric-sheathed cock, to straddle him, a look of sultry eroticism now on her young face. She rubbed her covered breasts lightly against his chest for a few moments, her silken strands tickling his nipples, her ass continuing its delicious gyrations, before rubbing upwards against him. She paused with her breasts inches from his face and reached up to leisurely, teasingly pull the hair covering her right breast aside. Once she had it revealed, she flipped her hair gracefully over her shoulder with that special little head toss that all women with long manes develop, and that had always aroused him. Somehow, her left breast stayed hidden. Jack was now presented with a large, perfectly round breast completely untouched by gravity, with a small areola surrounding a large, pert nipple that pointed ever so slightly up when erect, as it was now. He had to sit on his hands to keep from reaching for it, but he had asked for a lap dance, and the rule was no touching. At that moment he would have sworn that following that rule was the hardest thing he had ever done, but a rule was a rule. In this instance it seemed to make the dance even more erotic, if that were possible. The girl rose to half-stand on the couch and pressed her whole body against him. He tilted his head back to look up at her, to find her beautiful face smiling naughtily back down at him. The bottom of her breast was just even with his chin and, placing her hands on the back of the couch for support, she raised up a little further, sliding her body against his. When her breast was hanging just over his face, she bent and lightly touched his lips with her nipple. He groaned. This was too much. He could no longer resist and tried to open his mouth to take her nipple, but found himself barely able to move, as if spellbound. She giggled impishly as she teased him over his lips, his nose, his eyelids, as he sat helpless to respond. After teasing him for a several long moments she leaned back from him a bit and revealed her other breast with another comely toss of her head. She then pressed against him again and rubbed both breasts more firmly, slowly, around and down his face. Finally easing back down on his crotch, her whole body pressed against him, her face inches above his, she asked, "What else can I do for my master?" in a husky whisper. The spell was broken, and Jack could move a bit. He was half crazy at this point. He couldn't take much more without exploding. He wasn't sure how far this girl was willing or allowed to go, but he had to have some release. Stripers didn't usually perform any sexual acts beyond what she had already done. On the other hand, if she were perhaps a prostitute? What the hell. "Um, how about a nice, long, mind blowing blow job?" Again the tingle in his mind as she smiled naughtily, said, "Yes, master!" and slithered down until her face hovered over his fly. She reached up and ran a fingertip lightly over his hard-on through his shorts, causing him to jump and his cock to jerk violently in his pants. Was she really going to do it, or was she just teasing him? He soon received his answer as, after a few more moments of teasing his rock-hard cock through the fabric, she slowly unzipped him. She reached in and he jumped again as her fingers touched, and then encircled his cock. She extracted it and, after yet another charming toss of her head to get her hair out of the way, this time revealing a long graceful neck that begged to be nuzzled and kissed, she slowly, teasingly lowered her mouth toward his shaft. Jack held his breath for an endless, agonizing moment until she finally extended her tongue. She lightly flicked the tip of his cock and caused him, and it, to jump once again. She smiled as she swirled her tongue around his cock head for a while, causing him to moan, then she gently took the tip of his cock in her mouth. Sucking lightly, she slowly lowered her head. Millimeter by millimeter his shaft disappeared between her lips until, a brief eternity later, she had taken it all down her throat. She left his cock buried to the hilt and began to hum a nameless tune. He wasn't sure how she could do this, as his cock was completely blocking her air supply, but she hummed her song, whose notes were chosen not for their melody but for the incredible sensations they produced on his shaft. She hummed for much longer that he would have though possible without passing out. She finally reversed direction, revealing his cock as slowly as she had hidden it. On the way out, she ran her teeth lightly along the top of his cock while adding a maddening swirling of her tongue to the underside. Jack was circumcised, and when her teeth reached the ridge under his 'helmet', she held them there and bit down just a little to give her tongue swirling more friction on the underside of his cock head. The combination of the sting of her teeth and the intense pleasure of her tongue on the most sensitive part of his cock had Jack rapidly approaching the point of no return. Just as he was about to spew, however, she stopped the action of her tongue and, removing most of the pressure of her teeth from the top of his cock, she slid the head of his cock through her lips and teeth until her lips kissed just his very tip. She then parted her lips with the tip of her tongue and, opening her mouth a bit, began teasing and probing the tip of his cock and its hole. This caused an excruciating mixture of tickling pleasure when she licked and flicked his cock tip, and stinging pleasure when she probed the hole as deeply as she could with her tongue. Jack's hips began to buck involuntarily. Smiling around her extended tongue, the girl pressed her breasts into his thighs and put all her weight on him, holding him still and forcing him to endure the torture. She continued it for Jack didn't know how long, never quite stimulating him enough to make him cum, until he thought he might go insane. Before he could scream for her to stop, or make him cum, or whatever, her lips enveloped his cock head again, and began their slow journey back to the base of his cock. She repeated the whole sequence again, and again, and again, until Jack was begging and pleading for her to make him cum. Finally, grinning wickedly, she whispered, "Yes, master." She didn't stop her pattern, though, just altered it. Her lips slid down his cock faster this time, and she sucked a bit harder. The way back out was also faster, but her teeth still lightly scraped the top of his cock as her tongue did its dance underneath. Then, forgoing her tongue torture on the tip, she sucked his cock back down. In his current state Jack couldn't take this kind of stimulation for very long, and exploded after just a few repetitions. Sensing this, the girl sucked his cock completely down her throat, which seemed to constrict tightly around him. Then she began to bob her head as jets of semen shot down her throat, milking his cock for every spurt and drop, and extending Jack's orgasm, the most incredible orgasm of his life, for longer than he thought possible. The orgasmic contractions, meant to shoot the cum from his cock, continued long after there was no more cum to shoot, and the girl continued her milking, refusing to stop until the contractions did. Wondering again how she could keep his cock buried down her throat so long without breathing, Jack finally passed out. ------------------------------------- For the second time that morning, Jack awoke trying to remember what was going on. Memory came to him more quickly this time, and he looked around, afraid that the girl might indeed have been a dream, or perhaps had left, her job complete. But no, there she was, kneeling in front of him again, naked, her eyes downcast, with possibly just the barest hint of a mischievous smile on her gorgeous young face. Jack looked down at his crotch. His cock was back in his shorts, with a damp spot around the zipper the only physical evidence that anything had happened, that is unless you counted smell. He now noticed her aroma left on him, an intoxicating smell of spice, desert rose and woman. "Um, thank you. That was... incredible," Jack murmured. She actually blushed as she said, "It was my pleasure, master." She paused for a moment, and then looked at him from lowered eyelids; head still bowed, and asked, "What else may I do for my master?" Jack was in a bit of a quandary now. What should he do? This girl was obviously willing to go the distance. Who was she? Who had sent her? WAS she a prostitute? Just what were her limits? Jack didn't know how long he had been out after that incredible oral assault, but he could already feel his juices starting to flow again. He was recharging quicker than usual, but then he had a stunningly beautiful young woman kneeling in front of him, still professing that he was her master. Who wouldn't? Again, Jack wanted to challenge her obedience without exceeding her limits and thus ending this little charade. He thought for another moment and decided on his next 'command.' He stood. "Remove my shorts and underwear." "Yes, master." She moved without hesitation to obey. He had to admit, he was getting to like this 'master' game. She rose to her knees and undid his button and fly. She pulled his shorts and underwear slowly to the floor, exposing his half-erect cock. She looked at it for a moment with what seemed like longing, and then she raised her eyes to his expectantly. "Ok, now I wish for you to make my cock thicker, longer and harder than it has ever been before, so that I can fuck you senseless with it." Jack figured this was a pretty good command. She had already made him harder than he ever thought possible through her dancing and oral attentions. He figured she could do it again, using hands, lips and tongue, allowing her to follow his 'wish' while not having the fantasy of her 'Genie powers' broken. Her eyes widened a bit at the last part of his command, and he again felt the tingle in his mind. He was aware enough this time to consciously notice it, but didn't have time to consider it before she said "Yes, master!" enthusiastically, lowered her eyes back to his cock, and then got a far away look. Her eyes seemed to flash golden, and Jack felt a tugging at his crotch. He looked down at his cock and was shocked to see that it was indeed thicker and longer than it had ever been before, and throbbingly erect. He had never had a problem with size, being a bit above average in all respects, but now... his cock had to be at least 2 inches wide and 8 inches long. He gasped in astonishment and stumbled back away from her. Thinking she had done something wrong, the girl lowered her head, eyes downcast, waiting for reprimand. For his part, Jack was stunned, and scared. She was real! She was a Genie! He had commanded a powerful magical being to perform sexual acts for and on him. Oh, shit! "Uh, look, um, I'm sorry about all those commands and stuff. I didn't really believe you were a real Genie. I thought it was a joke." She looked up, confused. "You didn't really want my attentions?" "Well, yes, I did, but I don't normally command women like that. I would get slapped, or worse. I was trying to call your bluff - well no I wasn't - but, I'm sorry." It was ironic now that this creature really did seem to be magical and his to command, that he would become concerned over what he had done. "My 'bluff'? Master, there was no bluff, and there is no offense. There cannot be. I am your Genie. This is my purpose." "To give me blow jobs!?" he said incredulously. She smiled, a bit impishly, as she lowered her eyes again. "No. Well, yes, in part. Forgive me, master, for not being clear earlier. I was intended to be a gift to the Sultan, to be his sexual servant, his willing sexual slave, granting any erotic wish he might desire. That was why I was created. I cannot grant just any wish, like the most powerful Jinn. My powers, while extensive, are tied to wishes dealing in the Erotic, physical pleasure; sexual fantasy. Any wish of this type, I can grant you." Genie Chronicles Ch. 01 Jack was stunned, again, and again sank weakly to the couch. "ANY wish?" "Yes, master," she replied softly. "How many wishes do I get?" he asked suddenly, afraid he had blown most of them already without knowing. "As many as you want, master." "For how long?" "Until you die- WE die, master. I am tied to you now. I am you Genie for life." This was just too much for Jack. He couldn't grasp it. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, thinking of nothing, his brain overloaded. He sat this way so long that the girl finally asked "Master, are you alright?" He looked around the room numbly, unable to concentrate on anything coherent. His eyes finally returned to his still-massive, still-throbbing cock. "What about this?" he asked dully. Somewhere in his brain he figured his erection should have wilted by now. "I am sorry master, I do not understand. Does it displease you? Is it not what you requested?" "Well," he said, trying to concentrate, "yeah, I guess, but why is it still so, uh, hard?" he asked dumbly. Again a small smile, this time with lots of blushing. "Because you have not 'fucked me senseless' yet, master." she said in a shy voice. That brought him back around a bit. When he had said that, while he would have loved to fuck her 'senseless', he had meant it mostly metaphorically. "You mean it will stay like this until I do?" "No master. It will be anything you wish it to be." She paused briefly, lowering her eyes again. "Again, master, forgive me for my lack of clarity. Some Jinn, as you may have read in stories, take their masters' wishes absolutely literally. Therefore, unless those wishes are phrased exactly correctly, the master often gets something other than the intent of his wish. Some Jinn do this out of cruelty, some out of what they call "purity." I was created not to do this at all, but to try to give my master, you, the wish you intend." This sparked Jack's memory. "That tingle I feel in my mind whenever I ask for something, are you reading my mind?" "Not exactly. To help me grant your wish, to interpret what you want, I have drawn on your definition of what, for example, a "lap dance" is or what you feel a "long, mind-blowing blow job" to be. While both of those activities existed - in one form or another -- when I was created, they were not called by those names. I could have pulled that information from anywhere, but thought it better to get the definitions from you. Getting this info from you is different than reading your personal thoughts, which is something I am not allowed to do unless you ask it. Gaining information to grant your wishes in this fashion is fairly common for Jinn who try to grant the spirit of their master's wishes, rather than the literal wish itself. However, if you consider granting your wishes in this manner to be an intrusion, I will not do so. I have only been yours for a short while, and even by granting your wishes in the manner I have, at first I may not give you exactly what you intend. But as time goes by I will be able to better understand the intent of your wishes. Forgive me if I have taken too much liberty or offended you in any way." She paused at this point, but before Jack could reply, she spoke again. "There is a fine line between giving a master the wish he intends and maintaining his mental privacy. When you opened the box, that pink mist you saw was my essence. I had no physical form. Most of my physical and mental characteristics were formed then, as I took on the body and the personality best suited to you, to be a good match for you." She gave a small, ironic smile. "Apparently, if I am judging my mental and physical formation correctly, you like women who are, among other things, fun-loving, sexually adventurous, intelligent, and a bit mischievous. Those last two characteristics were not encouraged in women during the time of my creation, and are causing a bit of conflict with my subservience." She became serious again. "They may have also tempered my interpretation of your last wish with my own interest in being, as you said, 'fucked senseless.' I should not have done that without your permission." She lowered her forehead to the floor. "I await any punishment you wish to give." Jack snorted softly. Punishment. He was having a hard time grasping, much less believing everything this beautiful woman was saying. But one thing he was sure of was that, with everything she had done so far, the last thing she deserved was punishment. Although... that depends on your definition of 'punishment' he thought. Smiling inwardly but keeping a stern face, he said "Very well, I will punish you, then. Get up and sit here," he indicated the middle of the couch. "Yes, master." She did as she was told, her eyes downcast and her whole demeanor that of abject abasement. "Lean back and spread your legs." Her face showed a bit of confusion, but she kept her eyes downcast as she did what he commanded. He grasped her knees and pushed her legs up until they were spread and pressed against her chest, fully exposing her pussy and ass to him. "Hold them like this until I tell you to move." "Yes, master," she whispered. Jack knelt down between her legs to get a closer look at her pussy. Her pussy lips and the hood above her clit were bare, with just the neat fuzz of golden-red hair above them. There was a light sheen of moisture on and between her lips, and her pussy smelled clean and inviting when he caught a whiff. He bent his head further down and licked a lip lightly, and it was her turn to jump and moan. Now, Jack loved to eat a woman when he got the chance, but he was never one to describe the taste of a woman's secretions with words like "honey" or "nectar." He didn't mind the taste of a clean pussy at all, but he was not there for the flavor. However, in this case he was surprised and pleased to find that her taste was actually pleasant, tasting of woman but also of something like honeysuckle, and he took a few more licks, just to savor the taste of this wonderful, exotic woman, before he started eating in earnest. He spent a long time licking, nibbling and teasing her lips and hood, trying to give her as much stimulation and pleasurable torment as she had given him. He felt woefully inexperienced for the task, but he persevered, and, when he thought she had wanted it bad enough for long enough, attacked her clit directly. She had been writhing and moaning more and more loudly as he went (just listening to her moans was almost enough to get him off, so musical and erotic were they), and when his tongue touched her clit, she exploded into orgasm immediately. Like his orgasm earlier, hers seem to go on and on, and like her, he refused to stop licking until she stopped cumming. After what had to be a full minute of this, he was thinking that she, too, might pass out, but a few seconds later her mouth opened in a final silent scream of ecstasy, held there for an endless moment, then she went limp in exhaustion. Sweat plastered a few hairs to her forehead and sheened the rest of her body and she panted heavily, but she had managed to stay conscious and to hold her legs up as he commanded, although it looked to have been a tough battle. "That is your punishment for trying to interpret my wishes." He smiled a lopsided smile and added, "And you can expect further punishment if it happens again. Understand?" She managed a weak smile of understanding and said "Yes master." "Now. To your punishment for wanting to be 'fucked senseless'." Jack stood on his knees in front of the couch between her legs, intending to enter her immediately and commence the fucking with his achingly hard cock. He quickly discovered, however, that the couch was too low for him to line up correctly. Her eyes were riveted to his cock, and she only looked up when he asked, "can you raise yourself a little, or shall we move to another location?" He expected her to either adjust herself a bit, or suggest they move, but instead her eyes flashed and she simply floated up a few inches and hung in mid air, her pussy aligned directly with his shaft. Again he experienced a shock at such a blatant example of her abilities, but quickly gave a mental 'what the fuck' shrug then said out loud, "well, if you are going to do that, why am I on my knees?" With that he stood and backed up a bit, moving to a clear spot on the carpet. He spread his feet wide and said "Ok, float on over here." And she did. It was truly a surreal and erotic sight; her laying back on nothing with her long dancer's legs spread wide and held up in the air as she floated toward him. He almost freaked right then, but kept a tight hold on himself. She aligned herself with his cock again, and he placed the tip at her entrance. "So this is the cock it takes to fuck you senseless, eh?" "Yes, master," she breathed. "Ok, well, here it comes. Hold yourself steady." Jack slowly began pressing his cock into her, but immediately felt an obstruction. He stopped for a moment, wondering what it could be before he figured it out. "You're a virgin!" "Of course, master," she panted, obviously a bit impatient at the delay. "Taking my virginity is your last step in making me your Genie forever. Please, take it as you wish." This last was said almost as a plea. This set off a small alarm bell in Jack's mind, but he was too filled with lust to stop now and consider its implications. He was on a road of no return. He would just have to deal with it later. He was not so insensitive, however, as to not be concerned about the pain this girl might experience when her hymen was broken. "Can't I just wish it away? I don't want to hurt you." "That's very kind of you, Master, but no. It is part of joining us together." "Well, ok..." He had never had sex with a virgin before, and wasn't sure of the best method of deflowering her, but decided a quick, smooth thrust would probably be best. Suiting action to thought, he placed his hands on top of her thighs for leverage, positioned the tip of his cock against her maidenhead, and gave a strong, smooth thrust. Her hymen parted easily, and his thrust carried his cock several inches into her. As he thrust she threw her head back with a muffled squeal. He left his cock in her for a few seconds, enjoying the contractions of her walls squeezing his massive shaft, waiting for her to get used to its presence. "Are you ok? Does it feel ok?" "Oh yes master. There was a little pain, not much, and it has quickly gone. It feels wonderful," she said a bit breathlessly. That was all the go-ahead Jack needed. He pulled his cock out slowly, until just the tip was lodged between her lips, and then pushed back in again, eliciting another squeal. She was incredibly, deliciously tight, especially in his enlarged state. He felt every millimeter of her vaginal wall as it slid past his sensitive cock head. The feeling was indescribable. He slowly, ever so slowly picked up the pace of his thrusting, somehow knowing that his new cock would have all the stamina needed for a marathon fuck. He could tell that she wanted him to thrust faster, but he was enjoying teasing her. Soon enough, however, he was pumping her at a rapid speed, and was rewarded by little grunts and moans from her with each thrust. By the volume of her responses he could tell that she was slowly but inexorably climbing toward a massive climax. He continued to thrust a while longer, increasing speed a bit more, and started to pant and grunt a bit himself. Eventually he felt his own climax start to build. "Here we go," he murmured between breaths, "you ready?" "Yes...master," she managed through clenched teeth. He pumped a bit more then asked, partly out of lust, partly out of some perverse desire to distract her just a little, "Um, can you... increase the intensity... of my orgasm... to match the size of... my cock?" This time she just threw her head forward in a nod, unable to speak. With that, Jack picked up his pace again, slamming his cock into her as her tight round ass slapped against his thighs. She was moaning constantly now, the volume increasing as she approached her climax. Jack kept up his pace, trying to slam into her deeper and deeper, enjoying the way her tight, spasming walls grabbed at his cock. He noticed on his deeper thrusts that the tip of his elongated cock brushed something, and after a few seconds his fevered brain figured that this must be her cervix. He then made it his goal to touch it with every thrust. This added assault quickly pushed the girl over the edge, and she came with a scream. Her orgasmic contractions squeezed and pulled intensely on Jack's cock, which in turn sent him off. The fireworks of this blast made his earlier orgasm seem like bottle rockets in the back yard. They exploded in his head and crotch for a second, for an hour, he could not tell, until, finally, the blackness took him once more. Genie Chronicles Ch. 02 Again Jack regained consciousness. Again he looked around to make sure it hadn't all been a dream, and again he found the Genie kneeling before him. She was calm and composed, her long hair neatly brushed and shiny, the only clue of what had just happened being a flush to her cheeks. This bugged Jack just a little. He felt completely spent after the recent activities, and figured that, what with the vigorous fucking he had just given her - her first fucking ever, to boot - she should feel the same. But there she was, apparently no worse for wear. Jack leaned back on the couch and just stared at her for a few moments. When he looked closely at her face, he noticed what appeared to be the tracks of a tear under one eye. He asked, "Are you crying?" She smiled self-consciously and bowed her head a bit lower. "Yes master. Just a little. I am sorry." "Why? I mean why are you crying." "Because I am happy, master." "Why, because I 'fucked you senseless'? Did I, in fact, fuck you senseless, by the way?" "Her smile widened, and her cheeks turned redder. "Yes you did master. We both collapsed on a heap in the floor for a few moments. And yes, that is part of what makes me happy." "What do you mean? Wait, come here and lay with me. I'm tired of seeing you kneeling there." Jack turned to lay on the couch propped up on several pillows, then she did as he directed, laying her body spooned on top of his so that his chin rested lightly on the top of her head, her glorious, silken hair cascading down his side and the front of the couch. His cock, soft at the moment (but still in its new, larger state, he noticed) threatened to harden again at the sensuous weight of her body on his, but he ignored it as best he could. Luckily her head was currently blocking his view of her breasts, or his concentration would probably have disintegrated entirely. Once they were comfortable, he asked her to continue. "As your Genie servant I am your slave, body and spirit. You can do with me absolutely anything you want. You can even destroy me, if that is your wish. It is accepted. You do not have to give me pleasure, or treat me kindly in any way. You have already given me more pleasure than I could ever expect, and even if you never do so again, it is a wonderful gift. That is why I am crying." This answer horrified Jack. That any creature such as this could be so thankful for so little was shocking. How were people, or Genies, treated in her day that she should be so appreciative? He mulled over this for a few moments, stroking her hair, and then finally said softly, "Ok, listen to me. I am having a hard time believing all this is happening. I still expect to wake from this wonderful dream at any moment. But here's the deal: I'm not sure how women, either human or Genie, were treated in the day you were... born, but it's different now, or at least I'm different. If what you say is true, that you are mine for life, and that you have been created to my 'specifications', then I think you are going to be much more than a slave. What, I don't know yet." He snorted. "Hell, I have only known you for a few hours, and all of that has been sex. I don't even know your name! What is it by the way?" "I don't have one yet, master. It is up to you to give me one." "Uh, wow, ok. Um, I'll have to think about that later." He paused a moment to get back on his train of thought. "In any event, I couldn't stand myself if I treated you the way you say some might have in your day. If we are going to be together for as long as you say we will, then I think our... 'relationship' will have to be much more than me giving you orders. As I say, I don't know what exactly that relationship will be, but I think we will be much more companions than 'Master and Slave.' Understand?" "Yes, master." He could tell by the hitch in her voice that she was crying again. "You ok?" "Yes, master, quite ok." And another thing; to be perfectly honest, even after everything I just said, I do kinda like being called Master by a sexy, beautiful woman. However, that could get a bit of a problem in public. Why don't you call me Jack? We'll save 'Master' for special occasions." "Yes, Jack." The idea of taking her in public brought him back to just what kind of relationship they would share. "So, can you be like a girlfriend or wife or...?" "Yes, I can be anything you wish. I will always be at your command, however." "Ok, but is it real? I mean would you be a 'real' wife or whatever? I guess what I am trying to say is do you feel real affection. Can you feel love?" She turned her head to look up into his eyes, revealing a tantalizing view of her right nipple in the process. "I can and do, Jack. I love you now and always. Its part of what I am." "How can you say that?! You have only known me for a few hours!" "Part of my creation binds me to you, to love you completely and unconditionally." "Even if I was as cruel as you say some... 'masters' might be?" "Yes." Jack contemplated this for a few minutes, uncomfortable with the idea of instant, complete and unconditional love. He at last decided that he would just have to see how this thing went. He definitely couldn't say he returned all her feelings yet. But he could see himself falling very, very hard for her, which scared and excited him, and made him want to be a bit cautious. He decided to change the subject for now. "So, as a 'Sex Genie' what are you capable of doing? I know you said earlier that you were powerful, but can only grant wishes that involve sex." Yes, any wish such as that I can grant." "So, I can't wish for, say, a new DVD player?" Tingle. "No. That is not an erotic or sexual wish." "So, does that mean that you don't have the ability to create a DVD player?" "Oh, no, it is certainly within my powers to create a DVD player." "Well then..." He thought for a moment, and then tried again. "Does that mean that you could create a DVD player if it were part of an erotic wish?" "If the wish were constructed correctly, then yes, that would be within the boundaries of the rules governing my abilities. It would fall into the area of indirect effects of an erotic wish." "Ok, so how do I construct an erotic wish so that I get a DVD player out of it?" She smiled apologetically up at him. "Sorry, Master, I am not allowed to tell you that. You must discover it for yourself." "Hmmmm," he thought for a few moments, not sure what to ask next. Then a startling question popped into his head. "Are there other Genies around? Still?" She didn't answer for a moment, as if thinking. Finally she said, "I don't know. It's quite possible. However, your initial disbelief that I was one, if that would be a common reaction, probably means that they are quite rare, now." "Can't you... feel them, or something?" "No. That ability in Genie servants has been forbidden almost since the beginning, after many early masters pitted their Genies against each other. Since then, for the protection of both Genie and Master we cannot detect each other." "So they can't feel you, either." "No. Not unless something changed after I entered my vessel." "Huh." That seemed to exhaust that topic for the moment. He turned his thoughts back to her abilities. He had so many questions that he didn't know what to ask next. Finally he said, "Tell me more about what interesting things you can do." "Yes, Jack." Again the brief tingle. "I can make any change to either you or myself that you might wish, with very few limits. I can make any sexual fantasy come true, no matter how impossible it might seem. You can have anyone you wish, in whatever situation you wish. The possibilities are truly endless." He reflected on her words for a moment. "What are the limits you just mentioned?" "In relation to making changes to you or myself?" He nodded. "Well, basically the only changes I cannot make to you are ones that would cause you permanent harm or death. I also cannot grant you my abilities. As for myself, I cannot expand my powers, nor can I decrease them or completely give them up." "Can you... reproduce? Have a baby?" She paused again before answering. "Yes, if you wish. It wouldn't be a Jinn baby, though. It would be human." He contemplated a bit more, trying to put everything she said into perspective. Finally he said, "Wow. That's all a lot to think about." He smiled, "Not that I can concentrate on anything with you laying as you are." His now mostly-erect cock nestling in the crack of her ass gave extra meaning to his words. She wriggled her satiny skin deliciously against him, pulling him a bit deeper into her crack as she asked innocently "Would you like me to move, Jack?" "Ye...,"he had to clear his throat before trying again. "Yes. Turn over, please." This resulted in more delicious rubbing as she turned over to lay face down on him, her firm breasts and hard nipples pressing into his chest, the fuzz between her legs tickling his balls and the base of his cock. "Yes, master," she murmured, locking her green eyes onto his. "You know," he said a bit breathlessly, his now fully-erect cock pressed between her belly and his, "I haven't even kissed you, yet." With that, he placed his hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her lips to his. They kissed for what seemed like hours, lost in each other. For what seemed an hour their lips simply teased and caressed. During the second hour their kisses became much more prolonged and passionate. By about the third hour their tongues had started to play, first at hide-and-seek and tag before moving on to some serious wrestling. After another hour or so Jack realized that his hands were idle, and quickly rectified this by caressing her back. This elicited some soft purring around her tongue, which developed into soft moans as his hands ever so slowly worked their way down to her soft, firm cheeks. After a time of alternating gentle squeezes and light caresses with the occasional kneading, Jack finally rested his palms against her rear and came up for air. He was surprised to find that it was still daylight, much less only late morning. Had all this really happened in only a few hours? He smiled to himself, thinking she must be able to alter time, as well. Then his smile faded as he gave that idea more serious thought. COULD she alter time if he wanted? His thoughts were interrupted by her asking, "Are you ok, Jack?" She had been watching the changing expressions on his face, and was apparently curious, if not concerned, by what they meant. He quickly filed the time question with all the other questions and ideas that had occurred to him, ideas to be explored at a later time. "I'm wonderful! Still just trying to take this all in." He smiled at her. "You know, lying here on the couch like this with you is incredible and all, but it's getting a bit confining. How about floating us over to the bed." She grinned. "Yes, Jack." They immediately lifted off the couch, her tantalizing weight still fully atop him, her glossy auburn mane of hair cascading over his right shoulder. As they floated nearer the bed, however, he discovered a small kink in the plan. Like many single guys, Jack seldom made up his bed. His was at the moment a rumpled mess. He considered continuing the fun suspended in midair, but quickly turned the idea down, at least for now. One of the few thoughts he could recall from all the time his lips and tongue had danced with hers had resulted in a decision to take this magic wish thing very slowly. Not that he was afraid of it or anything, he assured himself firmly. He just wanted to savor each and every experience. He was afraid that the activities earlier in the morning had already spoiled him a bit for any regular blowjob. Now, he suspected, it would take quite a bit to top the lovely round of sex with a beautiful woman laying back on nothing. He figured it would be all too easy to take this thing for granted, and he didn't want to do that. "Can you, um, make the bed?" he asked instead, a bit embarrassed. She smiled at him in what he would have sworn had been a motherly fashion if not for the current circumstances. She also rolled her eyes, but then they flashed, and the bed was quickly and neatly made. He briefly considered some sort of entertaining chastisement for the eye-rolling thing, and then filed that idea away for later, too. They settled down gently on the bed and immediately began kissing again, this time accompanied with much mutual caressing and fondling and rolling around. He eventually wound up straddling her hips, looking down at her lovely, slightly flushed face and captivating green eyes. As much as he would have loved to lose himself in those eyes forever, though, he had a job to do. Giving her lips another sound kiss, he then worked his way across her jaw-line, down her neck, and across her shoulder, eliciting soft moans and gasps as he went. Finally he reached his current goal; her perfect breasts. He had always considered himself a bit of a breast man, and felt he had been quite remiss in not giving this particular perfect pair the attention they deserved earlier. Even when lying on her back, her breasts stood high, firm, and proud. While not huge, they were nicely large and round in proportion to her body. She had said her body was formed to his ideal, and her tits certainly seemed to support that statement, at least in appearance. As far as Jack was concerned, there were two factors that went into the ultimate set of breasts. Appearance was of course one of them. Sensitivity to stimulation was the other. He had sometimes heard women wonder just what men saw in breasts. He and several buddies had spent quite a few beers in similar discussions. While they had never come away with any consistent answers as to why guys liked LOOKING at breasts, he knew one of the main reasons he personally had such a fondness for them: A good pair of breasts, when wired correctly and operated properly by a skilled technician, could provide great rewards to their owner. He had spent many an hour over several girlfriends trying to perfect his technique. They all had considered him perhaps a bit obsessed, but none had complained about the resulting attention, especially his last girlfriend. While her breasts had not quite been the most sensitive of the lot, they had been close, and that plus his past experience had allowed him to drive her moderately nuts from the stimulation on frequent occasions, even achieving an occasional small orgasm. Now, looking down at the lovely globes beneath him, it was time to see it they really qualified as the ultimate pair. He began by caressing the firm, silky flesh with the lightest of feather touches, avoiding the nipples and areolas for now. That she began to mew and wiggle almost immediately was a good sign. He increased the pressure ever so slightly to a level meant to tickle as well as pleasure. He spent quite some time with this technique, exploring every square millimeter of her globes to find where she was most sensitive, and then focusing on those areas. The undersides of her breasts were especially vulnerable, resulting in violent squirming and pleading for him to do something more substantial. He finally relented, by tickling her nipples instead. She reacted by squirming so much that he could not keep the contact that he wanted, so he straddled her upper abdomen to hold her in place. "But Master..." she pleaded, but he wasn't having any and interrupted her with a wicked grin. "I seem to remember someone tormenting me in a similar fashion earlier this morning. It's only fair." Actually, it wasn't really. His earlier torment had been at his request, and hers wasn't. Still, he was having fun, so... He continued to tickle as she squirmed and continued to plead. He finally increased the pressure of his touch a bit more as he ran his fingers around her nipples and areolae. The pleas turned to moans. He continued to slowly increase the intensity of his touch, from lightly rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, to firm pinching and pulling. The level of moans increased at an equal rate. Finally deciding that his mouth should be in on the fun, he slid down to lay on top of her with his face at tit level. He then started the entire process over using only his tongue, switching between breasts frequently and at random to heighten her frustration. By the time he made it back to her nipples, her pleas and cries were incoherent. He continued his rapid switching between breasts as he alternated flicking the nipple lightly and quickly with his tongue, sucking the entire areola into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth, licking around the nipple in quick circular strokes, and anything else he could think of. After he brought his hands back into play by grasping and gently squeezing her tits to distend her nipples out toward his attentions, he was finally rewarded with what he had been seeking; her moans and gasps increasing into the full body shudder of an orgasm. Once her shuddering stopped, he leaned back to admire her perfect, flushed orbs, happy in the knowledge that they were, in fact, his idea of perfect, and that he would be having lots of fun with them in the time to come. He then looked up into her eyes, and was a bit shocked at the raw lust shining from her eyes. Apparently her recent orgasm had acted as an appetizer, serving to whet her appetite rather than satisfy it. He crawled up her until his face was level with hers, gave her a quick peck on the lips, then faking a huge yawn, said, "Well, all this sex has me really tired. How 'bout a nap?" She growled, then with surprising strength flipped him over and straddled him. She was about to impale herself on him, but before she could he said, "Just what do you think you are doing?" The fierce glow in her eyes immediately turned to a look of pleading. "Master, I need you inside me," she whispered hoarsely. He made a show of giving this some consideration, then of giving in. "Very well, you may ride me..." Before he could finish, she slammed down him, impaling herself to the hilt. He gasped at the tight wetness engulfing his shaft, and then continued, "But you will hold off my orgasm to coincide with your third consecutive one." Her eyes widened, she said, "Yes, Jack," and then she started moving over him. As much as he wanted to thrust with her, he decided to let her do the work this time. He laid back, relaxed with his hands behind his head, and watched the show. And oh, what a show. She threw back her head, her eyes closed, as she slammed up and down more and more forcefully on his cock. Her firm breasts bounced deliciously and his hands itched for them, but he refrained, so she took it upon herself to knead them and pinch and pull her nipples. This was immediately enough to send her over the edge of her first orgasm. She continued without slowing, though. It was quite an incredible sight for Jack, watching this young woman ride him with such abandon, her hair flying, his cock appearing and disappearing as she rose and fell. He raised his hips slightly so that her weight would press on him instead of her knees as she descended, forcing his cock in just a bit deeper at the bottom of each stroke. After about a dozen more strokes or so she came for the second time. Still she rode on, but she was obviously tiring, so he figured a little extra stimulation was in order. He beckoned her to lean down over him, supporting herself with her hands on each side of his chest, all the time continuing to jackhammer his cock as her hair cascaded down across his face. He let her continue this way for a few more moments then reached up and firmly pinched and pulled her nipples. This was enough to send her over the edge again, and this time she took him with her. But just as the wave was about to break, he whispered in her ear, "hold us right here," trusting her to interpret him correctly. And she did, much to her consternation. Genie Chronicles Ch. 02 She continued to move over him, maintaining them both at the crest of orgasm without allowing the wave to crash. It was extremely pleasurable being held at that point, and extremely tormenting to not be allowed to explode. He gritted his teeth for a moment, before forcing his body to relax and ride the crest. "Please, master... I don't know how much more of this... I can take. Please let me climax!" "You mean you aren't enjoying this," he asked, eyes closed, breathing deeply to try to remain calm. "Yes...Master, but I'm getting tired..." "No you aren't. There is no fatigue; you can go on like this indefinitely." She groaned in consternation and lust as her pace picked back up to her original rate. He opened his eyes and looked into hers, and they slowly lost their pleading look as she rode the crest with him. Finally, some time later he nodded to her. Their bodies immediately shook in mutual explosions which lasted for several moments, and then her sweaty body collapsed onto him. He held her and stroked her hair as her breathing slowly returned to normal. He so enjoyed holding her this way that, when he felt his cock start to soften and pull out of her, he asked her to keep him hard and comfortably lubed within her. She happily if tiredly complied, and they soon fell asleep with her head snuggled on his chest and his rock-hard cock still impaled within her to the hilt. Just before she drifted off she gave him a sleepy smile and whispered, "If today is any indication, you certainly are going to be an adventure, Master." Genie Chronicles Ch. 03 This time when he woke up, it was immediately evident by the beautiful young woman laying atop him, her head snuggled on his chest, her silken hair tickling his sides, and her pussy encasing his hard shaft, that everything before had not been a dream. It took him a few more seconds to realize what had woken him, however. Not only was her pussy still wrapped tightly around his cock, it was slowly but continuously squeezing it, milking it strongly from base to tip. He stroked her hair, and her eyes opened and looked into his as she smiled her dazzling, heart-thumping smile. "Hi." "Hello, Jack." "You know, that's just about the best way to be woken up ever." "I thought you might like it." That was all the conversation for awhile, as their lips and tongues were busy with slow, passionate kissing while her pussy continued its leisurely milking of his cock. About half an hour later it milked him to a long, slow orgasm in the same way as they continued their passionate embrace. Once every drop had been milked from him, their lips finally parted. "Wow." "Thank you, master. I hope that wasn't too presumptuous of me. Part of my makeup leads me to believe that you would wish me to take some initiative, but..." "Absolutely. Be as presumptuous as you like, if you continue come up with things like that." He paused, "Can you come up with lots more things like that?" She looked up with a wicked smile. "Lots and lots." He gave a little shudder of anticipation. "Oh, goody." They lay for a few moments before Jack finally decided it was time for a shower. He figured he could have just asked Genie (until he came up with a better name) to clean them, but he actually wanted a shower. He invited her to join him, because having an incredibly beautiful, glistening wet woman wash you was much better than washing yourself, especially when you got to wash her in return. They actually made it out of the shower after rubbing her to only one more orgasm, although Jack did have to cheat just a little by asking her to keep the water hot a bit after it would have normally run cold. After playing a bit more grab-ass through two big fluffy towels as they dried each other off, Jack studied their reflection in the large bathroom mirror. He looked at her magnificently toned, curvy body, and then back at his. While he had thought he was in half-way decent shape, he now discovered he was decidedly pudgy in comparison. "Well, you say you can make changes to me. As you have my perfect body, I guess I should have yours." She frowned slightly. "But you already do, master." He gave her a flat 'yeah, right' stare through the mirror. "This," he said, pointing to his reflection, "is your dream body?" She smiled and nodded eagerly. He stared at her some more, then, "So, if I were to ask you to, say, make it more physically fit, then you would find it less than perfect?" "No, Jack." "So what would make it not your dream body?" "Nothing. Any way you want your body, I will find it perfect." He looked at her in befuddled disbelief. She shrugged. "That's the way I'm wired, Jack." His expression changed to surprise at her use of so current an expression. She frowned back slightly. "Did I not use that correctly?" He tilted his head slightly, then raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. Where'd you hear it?" "From your head. Where else?" He glanced at her at the near smart-ass response, grunted, and then turned his attention back to his reflection. He tried again. "Ok, let's say, theoretically, that I wanted you to pick out, among all the men in the world, your second-most perfect body. Show me what he looks like." Tingle. A three dimensional, two foot tall image of a man appeared in front of them in mid-air and rotated slowly. It looked just like him. Jack put his face in his hands and shook his head, then stopped. "Are you saying that there is another guy out there that looks like that, like me?" he asked, muffled, through his hands. "Yes, Jack." He sighed. "Make it go away." "Yes, Jack." He thought for another moment, and then removed his hands. "Ok, let's try this. Make me... you can undo anything we change, right?" "Yes, Jack." "Ok, first of all, make me perfectly healthy, head to toe." Tingle. Flash. He immediately noticed several differences; his eyesight improved, although he hadn't realized it had degraded, a few small aches disappeared that he didn't even realize he had until they were gone, his body, while still not buff, lost several pounds, an old scar over one eye from diving off the bed head-first when he was four disappeared. "Um, better leave the scar. That might be hard to explain to my mother." It reappeared. He studied his reflection a bit more, happy with what he saw so far, but not quite done. "Ok, now keeping my face, height, and general build pretty much the same, tweak my body such that it would drive the highest percentage of women, say, ages 18 to 36, and especially a certain stunningly beautiful young genie, crazy with lust if they were to see it nude... or clothed for that matter. Oh, and I mean 'crazy with lust' in the normal, every day way. No magical charm or anything." Tingle. He felt parts of himself twinge and shift, and it looked like there were things crawling around under his skin. It was rather unsettlingly like something from a sci-fi or horror movie, but it was quickly done, and he was left with a body that one might expect to see in infomercials for expensive exercise equipment and weight-loss or fitness plans. He compared his body with Genie's again. Much better. "Well, are you crazy with lust?" "Always, for you Jack." He looked at her in mild exasperation, but she wasn't looking at his face. "But now even more so, I must admit." "So this is your perfect-er body, then?" "She finally looked in his eyes and grinned. "Yes, master." "Finally!" he exclaimed, looking back at the mirror. His eyes were drawn to his cock. "Isn't that even longer than the 'fuck you senseless' version that you never got around to changing back." She had the grace to blush, and said, "Yes, a little." "Isn't it a bit big for most women?" "Yes, but you did request what would drive them crazy to look at." "True. Hmmmm. Is that about six inches?" "Just over, actually." "And hard?...wait!" He grinned. "Why don't you show me instead of tell me." She eagerly dropped to her knees. "Yes Jack!" "Hands only please. I don't want to get too distracted." She gave a small pout at that restriction and sighed, "Yes, Jack." Having just blown a load right before the shower, not to mention the how-ever-many others he had already blown that day, Jack figured it would take a bit of effort and time to get him hard again, beautiful woman kneeling before him making the effort and taking the time or no. But that notion was shot almost immediately. He didn't know if it was because of her incredible hotness, her eager and erotic subservience, an increased libido and quicker recharging time as part of his improved body, or because she cheated, but he started to swell almost as soon as she touched him. She held him horizontally in her left hand, like a hot dog she was not allowed to nibble on, and stroked the top lightly with her index finger for a few moments before switching her attention to his ultra-sensitive helmet. She lightly tickled that with her finger tip, and his rate of hardening greatly increased. Once he was fairly firm, she wrapped her hand lightly around him and started stroking slowly while she fondled his balls with the other hand. He was quickly rock hard. Or so he thought. "Well?" he asked a bit breathlessly. "Hmmm, not completely hard yet," she said clinically. Yeah, right, he thought, but he wasn't complaining. Meanwhile, she stopped stroking for a moment and held out her hand. Her eyes flashed, a dollop of a creamy looking substance appeared on her palm, and she applied it to his cock, then started stroking again. He moaned at the incredible extra sensations the lubrication added to her stroking. He had to admit that he did grow a bit harder. She stroked for a moment more, and then said in her clinical voice, "Completely hard now at just over ten inches." She didn't stop her slow stroking or ball fondling. Ok..." he cleared his throat and tried again. "Ok, so that's a bit big for most women, yes." "Most, yes," she said with a raised eyebrow. He tried to concentrate. "Ok, let's try this: My cock stays at its current six inches while soft, but hardens to whatever size will give the woman in question the most pleasure. Obviously, it will never harden to anything less than six inches, though." Tingle. "Done." "But, it didn't change. I thought that the older new size was the ideal one for you." She grinned. "This is, now," she said happily as she continued her long, slow strokes. She surely knew that it wasn't his original intention for her to masturbate him to orgasm right now, but was obviously ignoring that, enjoying teasing him a bit and thus not planning to stop until he expressly asked her to. He was sorely tempted to tell her to blow him at that point, but this reminded him of his earlier blow job, and this in turn reminded him of his concern about taking what she could do for granted. She sensed his more serious turn, and she looked at him expectantly while lightening her touch to a less distracting one. She still didn't stop, though. He had to smile. She grinned back. Both smiles faded slowly as he looked into her eyes, collecting his thoughts. She waited. "Genie, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can't believe that I have only been with you since this morning. I still don't know where all this is going to go, but I do know that I don't want to ever take you for granted. I was thinking earlier that the 'long, mind blowing blow job' you gave me this morning has probably spoiled me a bit for any other oral sex, and I don't want that. I want every sexual experience with you to be as exciting as the first ones today, if not more so. I never want to become jaded about your powers...I don't want familiarity to breed contempt, as they say; not with you, not with your powers, not even with the simplest hand job," the intensity of her stroking and ball-fondling increased again at that, and he looked down and smiled again before returning to her eyes, "and I definitely want to find you as beautiful and captivating every time I look at you as I do now." She froze again with a look of surprise and happiness on her face as she realized the intensity of his feelings. "Can you help me with all that?" It was her turn to collect her thoughts. "I believe so, Master. This will take reading your desires deeper than usual. Is that acceptable? "Of course." She rose and stood very close to him, her breasts brushing his chest. She captured his eyes with hers and the tingling began. It was more intense this time and lasted for several long moments. It was quite pleasant and felt very intimate, and he was a bit disappointed when it ended. "It is done, Master." "What? I thought you were just reading me. I don't feel any different. What did you do?" She smiled at him, a smile so filled with joy that it took his breath away. "Nothing, Master." After this answer had a moment to sink in, he took her in his arms, pulled her against him, and kissed her passionately. When their lips parted several moments later so they could catch their breath, he felt her hand grasp his cock again as start stroking. "I am so sorry master, I seem to have allowed your cock to become less than fully hard." He laughed, placed his hands on each side of her face and brought her lips back to his. They continued to kiss, tongues dancing, while she brought him to a regular, every-day knee-buckling orgasm with her 'simple' hand job. Genie Chronicles Ch. 04 Once re-cleaned up, Jack discovered he was famished. And no wonder, he thought, with all this sex in one day? She's going to kill me! As there was little food in the apartment except for Jack's now seriously depleted peanut butter and jelly, they decided they might like to brave the world outside the apartment for an early dinner, as it was now late afternoon. Jack quickly determined that there were a couple of things that needed his attention, first. Most pressing was the problem that, when he went to get dressed he discovered his clothes didn't fit anymore, or at least none of his pants did. All the waists were now several inches too big. The same went for his underwear. His shirts would be ok, perhaps a little big around his now-smaller abdomen, but he still needed their size for his broad shoulders and chest. He temporarily solved this issue by putting on a pair of boxers and a pair of shorts which had previously been a bit snug, and then cinching them up with a belt. The belt was now in its smallest hole, and would also need to be replaced. Over his shorts he wore a long polo shirt which he didn't tuck in. It was long enough to conceal his bunched-up waistband until replacements could be purchased. That done, he addressed the second issue: the practical considerations of taking a distractingly-still-naked-for-the-moment Genie out in public. He began by asking, "Can you function ok out there? Do you need any instruction or anything? It's a whole lot different now than it was in ancient Persia or wherever." "I will be fine, Jack. Part of my formation here included becoming adapted to the current culture." "Ok. Can you clothe yourself, you know, other than with those see-through thingies you had on before, or do I need to go get you something?" "Yes, I can do that. Genies servants have certain...'maintenance abilities' you would probably call them, beyond their specific abilities. Clothing myself is one of these." "Oh you do, do you? And why haven't you mentioned these before?" "Well, with all due respect, Jack, you keep getting sidetracked from our discussions of my abilities." "Uh, huh. And that's all my fault, is it?" "Of course, Jack. It can't possibly be your Genie's fault. She is only doing as you wish," she replied with an air of virtuous innocence as she batted her eyelashes at him, an air that disintegrated into gales of laughter a few seconds later as his fingers attacked her ribs. He noticed how extremely ticklish she was, and stored that information away for later use. He tormented her sides another moment before relenting. "Ok, my innocent little Genie, let's get you clothed and on the road before I get sidetracked yet again." After a quick magical mini fashion show of casual clothing and underwear that threatened to sidetrack him all by itself, Jack settled on a pair of Daisy Dukes denim shorts and an ivory form-fitting ribbed V-neck T-shirt over white G-string panties and matching white bra. She made a face at this last, but he wasn't quite ready to parade her around braless yet, so told her to just make it as comfortable as possible. Once they finally made it into his small SUV, Jack quickly discovered that 'adapted to the current culture' didn't mean accustomed to it. She knew what the vehicle was, and what everything in it was for, but that didn't keep her from pressing every button in the car, giggling like a kid. Jack jerked to a halt halfway out of the parking space and laughed indulgently as she played. Once it looked like she had satisfied her curiosity over anything that might cause them to wreck if pushed, pulled, or turned at the wrong time, he continued out of the parking lot. Just to be safe, though, he suggested that she find some music she liked on the radio. That occupied her complete attention for almost ten minutes. Once she had finally settled on a station - his favorite new-rock station, he noted with pleased and slightly suspicious amusement - her fascination turned to the world outside the little SUV. Again, she knew what everything was, but that didn't stop her from "Oooing" and "Ahhing" over everything like a bumpkin tourist. Jack had wanted to take them somewhere nice for dinner, but due to his clothing situation he had changed their destination to an area mall, a trendy one with a variety of clothing stores and a surprisingly varied and high-quality food court. As it was late Saturday afternoon, traffic was fairly light until they got close to the mall and became caught up in the dinner, shopping and movie traffic. Once their progress slowed to a crawl and her exclamations were only infrequent, Jack decided to get back to some of his questions. "Ok, so tell me more about these "maintenance abilities." She refocused her attention on him, or most of it at any rate, and answered, "They are abilities given to any Genie servant, regardless of his or her specialist abilities, to provide basic needs for both Genie and Master." "Basic needs such as?" "Well in my case, the primary ability is protection for both of us from dangers both magical and mundane. Beyond that, for you it would allow me to supply the basic needs for life: food, water, shelter, etc." "So how does your clothing fit into this?" "Well, in both my original time and this, a Genie servant flaunting his or her existence in the wrong surroundings could draw unwanted attention to both Genie and Master. It is often better to blend in rather than having to use more heavy-handed methods of protection." "'Heavy-handed'? So just what can you do to protect us?" "Pretty much anything necessary. My full powers are available without restriction when it comes to protecting you, then myself." "So, what would happen if, say, when this light turns green and we pass through the intersection, an out-of-control fuel truck coming the other way slams into us at 60 miles an hour?" "Pretty much what you would expect, except that you and I would walk away without a scratch, unless you wished otherwise." "Wow. You can react that fast, huh." She smiled, "It isn't so much a fast reaction as an 'always on' sort of thing." "Wow." He blinked several times. "Uh, good to know. Wouldn't that kind of blow the whole 'blending in' thing, though, two people walking away unscathed from a giant fireball?" "Yes, some other methods would have to be employed at that point if we wanted to stay anonymous." "Such as?" "That would pretty be up to you, Jack, and how you would want to come out of it. As I said, though, all restrictions are off when it comes to protecting us, and protecting us includes protecting our anonymity if you so wish it." "Wow." "You said that already, Jack," she smiled. "Yeah." He drove on for a bit. "So couldn't you have just supplied me with some clothes that fit, then?" "Only if needed for your protection. It's expected that the Master provides his or her own mundane needs normally. The same goes for the food and shelter I mentioned." "Ok, I understand... I think. So, if I need clothing or food, I can get it by needing it for my protection, creatively including it as an indirect effect of a sexual wish, or driving to the store and buying it. Sound about right?" "Pretty much, yes." "Same goes for the DVD player?" "Yes, if you can contrive some way to need a DVD player for protection." "Otherwise I just need to get good at finding creative ways to include stuff like that in erotic wishes, eh?" "If you wish, Jack. As I said before, I cannot help you make such wishes," she paused, "however, I can tell you that you have already made such a wish today." "I have?" he asked, surprised. She simply nodded. "How?" She smiled and shook her head. "But you haven't given me anything material at all, today." "No, but I have granted you a wish that wasn't sex-related except in context." He racked his brain, thinking back over the wishes he had made so far. "Let's see, everything this morning was pretty much pure sex. Then we moved into the bedroom... making the bed, maybe? That's the only wish I can think of that wasn't purely sexual until the clothing stuff, and you have already explained that." "Yes, that's it, Jack." "But... we were going to have sex on the bed and I wanted it comfortable, so how isn't that sexually related?" "It that context, it was. It was setting the mood, the environment, that you wanted. That I can do. If we were simply standing around and you wished for me to make your unmade bed using my power, without any sexual connotation to it, that I could not do." He grinned, "Unless making the bed was vital to my general protection and wellbeing?" She rolled her eyes, "Yes, if making the bed protected you in some way, then I could also use my powers to do it." "Ok, but otherwise if I said something like, 'I wish for you to always keep my apartment clean and neat', you couldn't do that, right?" "No, not with my power. If you wish me to spend some of my time physically keeping your apartment clean, I will happily do so, although I would need to learn how to do it correctly by hand." "No! No, I don't want to turn you into my housekeeper, although it may be a duty we share if I can't figure out a way..." he tapered off, lost in thought. Then, "What if I say, 'I wish that our apartment was always clean and neat to make our time spent there together that much more pleasurable, and give us that much more time for sex'?" She looked at him intently for a moment, then said as a tear formed in her eye, "yes, just barely, but it will do, and..." she stopped. "What? And why are you crying again?" "Um. Well, that was very nicely put, and you said... 'our apartment'." "Oh. I guess I did." Man, this was moving way fast. How did he feel about that? He figured he should be freaked. He had only known this girl since this morning after all, but he wasn't. It felt right. He smiled, took her hand at the next stoplight, and said formally, "I wish that our apartment was always clean and neat to make our time spent there together that much more pleasurable." Her eyes flashed, and then she almost leapt into his lap to hug him. "Thank you, Jack. Thank you Master." Then she sat back in her seat and wiped another tear away. He cleared his throat. "You're welcome, but be careful doing that in the car, or we'll need that protection power of yours sooner than we thought." "Yes, Jack," she said happily as they turned into the mall's entrance. -------------------------------- It was a warm late Saturday afternoon in early May, so as usual the young folks, from middle schoolers to students from the several surrounding colleges, had pretty much taken over the mall. Except for the traffic, Jack enjoyed coming to the mall at this time, especially this time of the year, as good looking girls that had apparently been hibernating all winter suddenly exploded from the woodwork, showing lots of already-tanned skin as they celebrated release from the recent cold weather. Although this enjoyment wasn't quite the same now due to the fact that no one he saw could hold a candle to Genie, he still enjoyed ogling all the nubile bodies, helped in no small way by Genie's active encouragement. She would point out particularly attractive girls as part of her continuing exploration of her new world. Jack had to eventually ask her to be a little more discrete after she said, "Look at her, her breasts are lovely!" loud enough for the girl in question to hear. At least the girl looked flattered. So much for keeping a low profile. What he was unaccustomed to was the frequent return looks he got. He was not used to his new appearance yet. He wasn't surprised at all by the looks Genie got from all the guys, though. He was briefly jealous, until he reminded himself that he had absolutely nothing to worry about. After that he was proud of all the lustful looks she got from the guys, and the jealous, wistful, and even occasionally lustful looks she got from the girls. Genie seemed a bit embarrassed at all the attention, but when Jack told her to just enjoy it, she did. As they continued to walk toward the food court, Jack found himself wanting on several occasions to make comments of his own that might embarrass himself or the subject in question, so he asked, "Is there any way we can communicate silently?" Tingle. Yes Jack, she said in his head. He jumped. "What the hell was that?" That was me communicating with you silently, dummy, uh, master. She said as she looked around innocently at all the new sights. "And just how do I reply silently?" he asked quietly, as his one-sided conversation was getting some odd looks. Just think at me what you want to say. I'll hear it. Like this? Yes. Cool! I'm glad you like it, Jack. Now I can tell you without anyone hearing that you will pay for that dummy remark. Master knows best. Uh, huh. What say we go get something to eat? That sounds wonderful. You know, you didn't mention food for yourself when you were talking about basic needs earlier. Don't you have to eat? It is not required for me to exist, but is a great help in maintaining a physical body, and especially if I ever carry a child. Ah. Well, we're at the food court. What would you like to try? She wound up making several circuits of the food court, reading each menu, looking at the pictures of the various dishes, enjoying the smells, and accepting any samples that various establishments handed out. She finally stopped in front of a Chinese counter. She said out loud, as the order taker was in earshot, "I think I would like to try something from here, but I don't know what. Will you pick for me?" "I'll tell you what, I'll pick two of my favorite dishes, one spicy and one not, and we can split them both." "That sounds great, Jack." Jack ordered Kung Pao chicken with fried rice, Mu Shu Pork with extra pancakes and plum sauce, two egg rolls, and two large cokes. The food was ready quickly, and he had Genie grab forks, lots of napkins, and, at her request, chopsticks. She had seen them being used in the pictures of Chinese dishes. Luckily Jack was fairly proficient with them, otherwise he figured they would still be eating this meal for breakfast. They made their way to an empty spot near the middle of the court and Jack took everything off of their trays and arranged it on the table. "Ok, this is Kung Pao chicken. It's pretty spicy, especially these little red peppers. You aren't even supposed to eat those." He stabbed a small piece of chicken with his fork and popped it in her mouth. Her eyes widened as she chewed. "Well? Too spicy?" "No. It's delicious! What about that?" she pointed to the other dish. This is Mu Shu pork; it's a little more complicated." He grabbed one of the wraps, slathered some of the plum sauce on it, scooped on some of the pork, and rolled it up carefully. Then he offered it to her to take a bite before taking one of his own. "Mmmm, that's wonderful too. Teach me how to use these, please, Jack," she said, holding up the chopsticks. The next several minutes were spent teaching her chopstick basics. She picked it up quickly, but eventually settled on using them for the larger pieces of food, falling back on the fork for things like the fried rice. After that they were silent for awhile, stuffing their faces, until Jack remembered that they could talk and chew at the same time. You like? Very much, Jack. It's all delicious. It's a good thing I can't get fat, or I think I would quickly be a blimp. Jack realized that this was true for him, now, as well. He could have steak for every meal... at least until his finances ran out. Well, if both of us are going to start eating like pigs, then I'm going to have to figure out how to use your abilities for fun AND profit. She just smiled. As they continued to enjoy their meal, Jack's attention turned again to all the nubile young flesh moving around him. See anything you like? she asked, grinning at him. Busted! Well, yeah, what guy wouldn't? No one can compare to the girl I'm with, though. Her smile turned a bit self-conscious as she looked down and blushed. Thank you, master. No, it is I who should thank you, I think. He paused. Does it bother you? Does what bother me, Jack? That I looked? Of course not, Jack. Why would it. Well, most women, when they are on a date with a guy, don't really appreciate him checking out other women. I'm not most, women, or any woman for that mater. While I am enjoying and think I will come to enjoy more and more being your companion if you continue to want me so, I am still also your Genie servant. If you wish to have sex with every woman in this room, I will happily make that happen. And not be the least bit jealous? Not in the least, Jack. Well, I must admit I can't return that sentiment. In all honesty I can't say that I like the idea of you even looking at other guys. That is not a concern Jack, I have and will always have eyes for only one guy. You, Master. Now that he thought back on it, she hadn't looked at any guys that he could tell after entering the malls. She had been looking at girls with him. Only one GUY, huh? She blushed scarlet at his insinuation. He grinned. Interesting. The idea of her lusting after girls didn't bother him at all. Something else to file for later exploration. He returned his attention to the crowd as she continued to blush. The problem was these days that it was so difficult to tell who was of legal age. Can you put a little symbol over the heads of all the women eighteen and over? Maybe a little green light that only we can see? Of course, Jack. Little green balls appeared over many of the girls' heads, although not some that he would have sworn were eighteen. If I may ask, why eighteen? It's the legal age here. Tingle. But that's silly. Most women are ready to have and enjoy sexual activity well before eighteen. Have and enjoy, perhaps, but may not yet be mature enough to fully appreciate and live with the possible consequences, especially in our current society. At least that's the modern thinking. There's still a lot of old traditions and stereotypes mixed in there as well. Genie thought about this for a moment. That has some merit, I suppose, she paused, although in your case, there aren't consequences unless you want them. Although Jack had never really seriously considered the idea of having sexual contact with what society would consider to be a minor, he had to admit, in light what Genie had just said, that the idea was certainly intriguing, or at least, as he looked around at all the hot girls that didn't have green balls above their heads, his little head thought so. Well, I don't know that I'm ready to go there, yet, but go ahead and put a blue ball over the heads of girls who are under 18 but are sexually mature. No, wait, make that their ages in blue. Change the green balls to ages, too. There were now blue and green numbers floating over the majority of the girls' heads. The air was getting a bit crowded. Genie Chronicles Ch. 04 Looking around, Jack saw some blue and even some green numbers over girls heads that he could not possibly imagine from their appearance to be mentally ready to handle sex. He indicated one to Genie. Are you sure she is ready to have sex. Physically, yes, she is ready to have and enjoy sex. But emotionally, no, you are right, she isn't ready. So, it looks like I need another icon, one that indicates if a girl is really ready for sexual activity. It should probably also tell me how far she is willing to go or something... Over the next half an hour they developed and refined what Jack came to call the 'tote board,' a set of numbers and icons that would appear over a girl's or woman's head to tell him not only her age, but in fairly general terms her sexual readiness, willingness, proclivities, experience and current arousal. There was also a pair of icons indicating her attraction and willingness relating specifically to him. All of these icons over every female's head had quickly made things too confusing, so he had changed them to appear only when he focused on an individual girl. About two thirds of this experiment was done as they meandered toward his first clothing store. They were starting to get strange looks again in the food court, as both of them would look intently at a girl, sometimes smiling or making other facial expressions, but not say anything. Genie assured him that once they left no one would think any more of it. Once he had the tote board working pretty much like he wanted, he started paying more attention to the info he was actually seeing for the passing girls, and noticed some interesting things. They passed a pair of gorgeous blond identical twins who were dressed like complete sluts, yet according to the board it looked like they had never had a sexual thought in their lives. On the opposite end of the spectrum, they saw a cute 15 year old waif of a girl whose willingness, proclivities, and experience looked to be that of nymphomaniac. Is that right? Is she ok? Jack asked. Genie looked back at her. Yes, she's fine, although this society wouldn't think so. What do you mean? Well, she's happy, doing well in school and, regardless of what society might think, well adjusted. Those stats come from the fact that she is, how should I put this, fucking her two older brothers seven ways from Sunday. The two of them combined can barely keep up with her, although they are quite 'up' for the challenge. They are being very discreet, and their parents have no clue. Her getting pregnant is a concern, although they are using condoms AND avoiding vaginal intercourse during what she computes to be her fertile period, so the chances are very small. Golly. Although he noticed quite a few girls were attracted to him to a greater or lesser degree as they walked, neither the twins nor the little nympho had given him a second glance. They finally made it to the first clothing store, a discount store where Jack bought several packs of underwear. He didn't find anything else there that he was interested in, so they moved on. The next store was more trendy but still reasonably priced, and with Genie's help he picked out a large arm-load of shorts, jeans, and casual slacks. Well, time to head toward the dressing room," he said. "Can I go with you?" "Stores like this only allow one person back to a dressing room." "Oh." He could tell from her tone and her expression that she was disappointed. For a normal girl this would set off alarm klaxons in his head warning of extreme clinginess and possessiveness, but in this case it made Jack pleased. He found he wanted her back there with him, too. "Hmmm. Well, can you make yourself invisible or something?" She vanished. You could have at least made sure no one was looking, first! he exclaimed, looking around to see who noticed. I did, Jack. Oh. Sorry. Where are you. Right here, she said, palming his ass. Hey! No fair! Using this mental speaking I can't tell where you are. She just giggled and gave his cock a quick, invisible caress through his shorts. You are so going to pay for this. Promise, master? And so it was that Jack arrived at the dressing room attendant's station with a partial hard on. The attendant on duty turned out to be a curvaceous, vivacious medium-skinned African-American beauty, whose tote board, while not having quite the stats of the little nympho's outside, was still quite impressive. He was also intrigued to see her arousal and attraction start to rise as he approached, then spike when she noticed the large bulge in his shorts. He was embarrassed, but also excited as it was obvious she liked what she saw. Apparently noticing this, and deciding to give her more of show, Genie lightly caressed his cock through his shorts, causing the bulge to grow. It was all Jack could do to keep a calm face. The girl's eyes widened as she noticed, then she raised an eyebrow before turning her attention back to the pile of clothes. Meanwhile her arousal level moved up another notch. "Sir, I need to count these and give you a ticket. I'll also need to keep your other purchase here." "Uh, ok." He handed her the pile, then opened his bag and ripped open a pack of underwear to remove one. He handed her the bag, leaving it to her to imagine why he needed the new pair of drawers. Whatever she imagined, it did positive things to her tote board. She handed him the pile back with a ticket on top listing the number of pants and shorts, and said, "Dressing room one, please, sir!" "Thanks." He walked through the archway behind her, then stopped a second to determine where room one was. He turned left and walked to the end of the short hallway, only to find that the first room was room two. He looked around a corner to his left again and found room one off by itself. He opened the door and went it. It was a large room with a floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite the door and enough room to step back and see whatever outfit you were trying on. There was enough space that Genie could enter without bumping into him, or at least he didn't feel her. Genie? No answer. "Genie?" Still no answer. He shrugged. Perhaps she had decided to stay outside, after all, maybe to investigate the clerk a bit further or something else interesting. He removed his oversized belt and shorts, muttering a mild oath as he realized he had forgotten to get a new belt to try on. Oh well, he would probably wear one of the new pairs of shorts out if they fit ok anyway, so he'd just find a belt to try on as he made his way to the register. He was getting ready to bend over and step into his new underwear when he felt something grasp his now semi soft cock. He gasped and looked down to see and feel his cock invisibly lifted away from his legs, then felt a soft, gentle hand start to slowly stoke it. "Genie?" No response, but it had to be her, although when he reached down to try to find her invisible body, there was nothing there, just the feeling of ghostly fingers stroking him. "Can you at least make sure we don't get caught?" Nothing. It was an incredibly erotic and surreal experience, this ghostly hand job. He could actually see the skin of his now rock-hard cock moving under her exquisite touch. He experimented by wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. The ghostly hand passed through his own as if it wasn't there, and he could feel the stroking of his cock under his hand, while his fingers felt the skin of his cock move. Slightly freaked, he quickly removed his hand. As it looked like there was absolutely nothing he could do to affect what was going on (in the back of his mind he knew he could give Genie a direct command to stop, but that was the last thing he wanted to happen) he sat on the carpeted bench built into one wall, leaned back, spread his legs wide, and surrendered himself to the hand. He was rewarded when a second hand began lightly fondling, stroking, and tickling his balls. He moaned, partly at the increase in very pleasurable stimulation, and partly at the sight of his balls moving around, apparently on their own except for the indentations of invisible fingers manipulating his skin. He watched, mesmerized by the evidence of the invisible hands on his genitals as they pleasured him, occasionally varying their patterns of touch so that he would never become too used to what he was feeling. This went on for what felt like hours. He wouldn't have minded if it went on for days, but he eventually became conscious of the danger that the clerk would sooner or later come looking for him. He was just about to try to do something to get things completed here, preferably with a nice finish to this ethereal hand job, when something changed. He felt something lightly flick the tip of his cock, then what had to be a tongue swirl around his cock head for several seconds before lips wrapped around it. He moaned. He then felt suction as the lips started traveling slowly down his length. As they reached the base, he felt what must be the back of a throat contract around the top of his cock, and then wonderful vibrations besieged him. He began to have a suspicion. After several long moments of the breathtaking vibrations, the warm ghost mouth reversed direction, and he felt and saw the indentations of something hard lightly scraping the top of his cock as the invisible tongue swirled underneath. He also noted that ghost saliva apparently became visible as it touched his cock, because his entire shaft was now glistening wet. When the ghostly mouth reached his cock head and bit down a bit more to increase the pressure of the swirling tongue underneath, his suspicion seemed a sure thing. As his cock head slipped from between invisible lips and teeth, and a he felt and saw the evidence of a ghost tongue teasing and tickling the tip of his cock and pushing into its hole, his suspicion was confirmed. He was receiving an ethereal replay of his 'mind blowing' blow job that morning. "Oh, you naughty little girl," he whispered. As before he began to squirm at the torment of his cock tip, but this time there was no weight applied to hold him down. Rather, no matter how he moved and squirmed, the tongue was there at the tip of his cock, tickling him, teasing him, making the torment even worse/better than the first . As before, the whole sequence was repeated again, and again, and again, until he was again pleading to be allowed to cum. Finally the sequence altered in intensity, signaling the final approach of his massive orgasm. This time when it came, however, he was able to remain conscious, if for no other reason than to watch jet after jet of cum disappear down an invisible throat. Genie Chronicles Ch. 05 Genie finally spoke, bringing Jack out of his post-orgasmic haze. Someone is coming, Jack. Who? The pretty dark-skinned clerk. Uh, oh. Can you delay her for a few minutes? Yes Jack. Why is she coming back here? Because we... I, have been back here so long? Yes and no. To her we have been back here for about 15 minutes, which isn't really that long for the amount of clothes you brought back. Ok then... wait, what do you mean 'to her'? I was having so much fun that I, um, took the liberty of slowing things down a bit. Ah. I've wondered if you can do things like stop time. Well, no, I can't, actually. It's a bit complicated, and if you don't mind my suggesting, a better topic for later. Uh, ok. So why is she coming back here so soon? She's coming under the pretense of checking up on you. What she is really hoping for is a better glimpse at what was making the bulge in your shorts. Oh, really? Is a look all she wants? Well, she has several semi-formed fantasies of what might happen if she finds you with a raging hard on, but nothing she feels is likely or realistic. She's figuring what she will most likely find is a closed dressing room door to shout something like, "Sir, how is it going?" through. So what would prevent her from following through with one of her fantasies? If you play it right, nothing. She has just been relieved for her dinner break, and has an hour. Would you like me to nudge her toward anything? No. Not yet. The problem was that, after the very recent sucking-dry of his testicles, not to mention the vast number of times they had already been emptied today, his interest in sex at the moment wasn't at its highest, unless... Can you give me a quick recharge? Tingle. Sproing! He was suddenly quite a bit more intrigued by the possibilities of the hot clerk approaching his secluded dressing room, hoping to catch a peek at his erection. He was now tempted to take Genie up on her offer to nudge the girl, but, knowing what he knew about her from the tote board, he wanted to try to orchestrate this himself. If I fuck this up, can you fix it? Yes, Jack, however you like. Ok, how long do I have. About a minute. He though furiously for a few seconds, then, placing one foot through one leg hole in his new underwear and, holding them by the band, he opened the outward-swinging dressing room door a tiny crack. Ok, tell me when she's approaching the door. Will-do, Jack. Then he waited, and the few seconds seemed like an eternity. Now that he had time to contemplate what he was getting ready to do, he was getting very nervous about letting the clerk see him naked from the waist down and sporting a raging hard-on, even with the giant safety net that was Genie. He was getting so nervous that he was just about to tell Genie to abort the whole thing when she shouted NOW! in his head. This startled him, and had the effect of causing for real what he had planned to fake; he stumbled against the dressing room door and it swung open to bang against the wall (Genie later swore under direct questioning that she had done nothing else to make this happen), revealing him in all his erectness, appearing as if he had stumbled while trying to put on his underwear while standing up. She stopped in shock, wide-eyed. "Uh, hi," he said, his face turning red in real embarrassment. He was fairly mortified to be seen like this in such a semi-public place by a complete stranger, but he had to admit that this little bit of exhibitionism was also very thrilling. "Are you ok, sir," she asked his cock, the hint of sassiness he had detected earlier in her demeanor, if not in the way she treated her customers, was completely missing at the moment. Hard nipples under her stylish black tube top were not. He looked down. "Uh... yeah. I've been waiting for it, him, to go down so that I can try these clothes on, but it isn't happening. I was just putting on my jockeys to attempt to try this stuff on anyway. It was either that, or," he gave a self-conscious shrug. "I see. Might I ask, sir, just what has him so, um, worked up?" "Well, it started with these two identical twin blonds out in the mall, dressed like, well..." "Ho's?" "Yeah," he said as he looked bashfully into her eyes, "but the final straw was this hot girl manning the dressing room counter." He belatedly remembered the tote board, and called it up. "So, a little dark meat is what it takes to really get him going, eh?" she said, her sassiness apparent again. He shrugged again, "In this case, at least." He was pleased to see her arousal and attraction increase with this reply. He decided to go for broke. "You know, I really like these clothes and would like to try them on. Can you help me?" She looked back down at his hard-on for a moment, then back up. She swallowed and cleared her throat, perhaps deciding to go for broke herself. "I've just been relieved at the counter, so I'm available to help customers. What can I do for you?" "Well, I think I am going to have to cum. That's the only way this guy is going to shrink so I can see if this stuff fits properly." Her eyes had widened at his words, but then she looked back down at his cock and said with a small smirk, "I think I can help you with that." He couldn't believe he was discussing this with her like talking to a teller about opening a checking account. "Ok, so what do you recommend?" She walked up to him and wrapped a hand around him. He gasped at the touch of her cool hand. "Do you have something to wrap this rascal with?" He recalled he had a condom in his wallet, but it was old and probably unreliable. As he reached for his shorts, he asked Genie, Can you freshen up the condom in my wallet? It probably needs to be a bit larger and more durable, too. Done. He reached for his shorts where he had hung them by the door, pulled his wallet from its pocket and fished out the condom. "This is a pretty new one. It hasn't been in there too long." "Well, in that case, I suggest we drain him the old fashioned way," she said, placing her other hand on his chest and gently pushing him back into the dressing room. Removing both hands, she turned and closed and locked the door behind her. Her hands then went to the waist of her short black skirt and undid the clasp. She wiggled her hips enticingly as she pulled the tight fabric over her curvaceous hips, then let it drop to the floor, leaving only a brief black thong covering her mound. Hooking her thumbs under the thong, she lowered it to her knees and then let it, too, drop to the floor. As she stood back up, she revealed herself to be completely shaven, her lips and hood a dark mocha against the creamed coffee of the rest of her skin. As he stared at her exotic pussy (to him at least), a thought occurred to Jack. Is she clean? Yes Jack, she is both freshly washed, and free from disease. Thanks, smartass. Remind me later that we need to add icons to the tote board for health stuff. Yes Jack. She grasped the bottom of her tube top. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she said saucily. He finally noticed her name tag. It said 'Lacey.' "Sounds like I get the best part of that offer, Lacey." He removed his shirt. She in turn pulled her top over her head to reveal a lovely pair of breasts. While they weren't quite as full as Genie's, and they flattened ever so slightly when released from the snug grip of the tank top, their shape still gave Genie a bit of a run for her money, as did her dark, half-dollar-sized areolas and large oversized-kid-pencil-eraser nipples. "Wow." She smiled a lopsided smile, and said, "Thanks." She then took the condom from his hand and knelt in front of him. She started to open it, but then looked at his cock for a moment. This prompted Jack to realize it had not shrunk much from its Genie's new-improved-ideal size. This is her ideal size? Yes, Jack. So, there's some truth to what they say about black guys, huh, if she's used to it this big? Actually, she isn't. She's never experienced anything nearly that large, and she's a little scared of it. Then why... She has fantasized about big cocks for a long time. Will this even fit into her? Yes. If you are careful and patient, it, plus her fantasies being fulfilled, should make for quite a show. Just as Genie said this, Lacey said, "Forgive me sir, but I must do something first." Then, without any further preamble, she parted her full, mahogany lips and engulfed his shaft. The first five inches were fairly easy going, but then he felt his head press against the back of her throat. He felt and heard her gag a bit, then do her best to suppress it as she attempted to take him in further. It wasn't the same as Genie, but it was still oral sex from a beautiful woman, a perfect stranger at that, and was thus incredibly exciting as well as being very pleasurable. She made it in another two inches or so, but with two more to go, she finally gave out of air, gave up, and released him. "Damn," she said softly as she stared at it, "I thought white boys were supposed to have small cocks." "You can practice that as long as you like," Jack offered with a grin. She smirked up at him and said, "Maybe next time, sir. I don't think there's time for that tonight." Although Genie had already told him the answer, he asked, "Why, how much time do we have?" "I go back on duty at the counter in about forty five minutes." Ah," Jack said contemplatively as he looked at his cock, "yeah, we should probably get started, then. That might be pushing it as it is." She raised her eyebrows at the realization of what he was implying, then narrowed them, as if to say, "Yeah, right, there ain't no way this white boy is going for forty five minutes straight." Can SHE go for forty five minutes straight? Well, it depends on how slow you go. Does she want it slow? What do you think? So what will happen? She'll get too sore to continue long before time is up. And if you keep the soreness away? She might be up for it, then. Ok, do that, and have me build up slowly to a nice explosion in about 45 minutes, any pauses or changes in position included. Yes, Jack. Meanwhile, Lacey resumed the postponed condom application, taking her time rolling it down his shaft, smirking up at him. One it was completely unrolled, he said. "Thank you. Now, how would you like to begin? "The usual way, I guess." She moved to lay long-ways on the floor, her head near the mirror, her knees bent and spread wide." "Would you like any... preparation?" He asked, indicating her pussy. "No, I'm pretty wet. Stick it in there and let's get to fuckin'." He positioned himself between her widespread legs, and then grabbed a couple of pairs of folded shorts and placed them under her ass. He positioned his cock at her entrance and became distracted for a moment by the stark contrast between the dark brown of her outer lips and the bright pink inside before saying, "I'll pay for those shorts if we mess them up. They should fit, anyway. Ready?" She nodded, a bit nervously, although she tried to hide it. He pushed gently until the head popped through her tight opening. She gave a small gasp. He paused for a moment to allow her to get used to his presence, then he began thrusting shallowly to loosen her tightness. Every few thrusts he would go a little deeper. As Genie suggested, he was patient, although it was difficult controlling his desire to go deep with long thrusts immediately. At about half, her hips were bucking back at him strongly, and she had her eyes closed, her bright white teeth a stark contrast to her dark lips as she bit the lower one. With about two inches to go, and finally getting to the long, strong strokes that they both wanted, he hit an obstruction, her cervix. Try to angle your thrusts up a bit to rub over her cervix rather than thrust against it. He did so, was rewarded by a deep moan from Lacey as he was able to thrust another inch into her. Yes, much better. Genie said. Are you feeling what she is feeling? The idea intrigued Jack. No, just reading her. Well, why not? You should get some pleasure, too, Hotwire your pussy to hers. The idea apparently intrigued her too. Ooooo, yes Jack! And feel free to let me know if there's anything I can do to make it better for her, you, whoever. Mmmm, yes Jack. You can start by thrusting a bit harder to get that last inch in. I won't hurt her? No, she can take it. Jack did as she said, and about a dozen strokes later he was thrusting to the hilt. He was rewarded by a panted, "Unhhh...shit... that's deep." He couldn't resist saying, "I thought black girls were used to big cocks." This earned him a glare for a moment, but she couldn't sustain it against his deep, relentless strokes, and closed her eyes again. He thrust for a few moments longer, and then Genie said, in a rather breathless voice. Put her legs over your shoulders, Jack. He paused while buried to the hilt, hooked an arm under the knee of one long slender leg, and brought it up to rest the calf on his shoulder. Repeating the action with the other leg, he found this now left him with an inch to spare, so he slowly pushed that into her. Her eyes widened as he drilled deeper than ever before. Are you sure I'm not hurting her? Yes, she's fine. She's actually fairly erogenous that deep. Can you go a little faster, Please? He increased the speed of his strokes, his balls starting to slap her ass, and was rewarded by grunts from Lacey each time he hit bottom. Will she cum like this? Yes, in about five minutes. She'll want you to go faster. Don't. It will intensify her orgasm. She did, he didn't, and about five thrust-filled minutes later, she had what certainly seemed to be an intense orgasm as her tight tunnel rhythmically contracted even further around his cock. If he hadn't requested the slow 45 minute build-up for himself, he was sure that would have been enough to squeeze the cum from him. He slowed to a very gentle stroke as her aftershocks faded. "You ok so far?" he asked. "Yeah...what do you mean so far? You aren't finished, too?" "No, not even close, I'm afraid." She groaned in mock dismay. "Well, in that case, I think I need to be on top for awhile." "Sounds good to me." Thrusting into her and staying there, they both straightened their legs enough to roll over, and then she rose to sit on him. He propped himself up on his arms, and was rewarded with a close-up view of her tits. "Don't worry about sucking 'em unless you get off on it. It doesn't do anything for me, more's the pity." "I do get off, on it, actually. May I, just a bit?" She shrugged. As he took one nipple in his mouth and gently sucked, tongued, and nibbled it, he asked Genie, This really doesn't do anything for her? Very little. Why not? She just isn't wired for it. Well, it's a shame for such a nice pair of tits to be so poorly wired. Yes it is, Jack. Can you rewire her? Of course. Hmmm. You a bit above average sensitivity, aren't you? By several orders of magnitude, thanks to your idea of a perfect pair of breasts. You know that good and well. You're welcome. Why don't we have her increase to average sensitivity over the next few minutes as I continue my nibbling? Then over the next couple of weeks, have her increase more to, oh, about half way between average and you, as a little anonymous thank-you gift for this extra customer service. Yes Jack. A few moments later a look of surprise blossomed on Lacey's face. "What are you doing to my tits? They have never felt that way before." He shrugged and gave a self-satisfied smile. "I've always been pretty good with tits." After several more minutes pleasuring her breasts while she hummed and moaned through the new experience, he lay flat on his back, pulling her down with him so that her breasts hung over his face. He said, "You go on and get back to work. I'll be right here." "Yes sir." She began riding him with as long a stroke as her captured nipples would allow, his lip-and-tongue work eliciting a few extra moans as she worked herself up to speed. Soon her enthusiasm pulled her nipples from his lips as she sat up a bit and propped herself on her arms to allow her to ride him harder. He contented himself with fondling her breasts and watching her glossy black shoulder-length hair swirl around her face as the speed and depth of her strokes continued to increase. Her firm, round ass started smacking his crotch as she took him in completely again, especially when he began raising his hips to meet her while angling to hit all her sensitive spots at Genie's direction. This round she was in charge of the pace, and there was nothing stopping her from accelerating as she slammed down on him harder and harder. He met her thrust for thrust. For all her enthusiasm, this position wasn't quite as stimulating for her as the other, though. By the time, ten minutes later, when she screamed out her orgasm, muffled by her fist in her mouth, she was covered by a sheen of perspiration. She slowed as her tremors again subsided, then collapsed on top of him. "Please tell me... you came," she panted. "I'm afraid not. There won't be any question when I do." She moaned. "I don't think I can go another round." Genie quickly described a new position to use. "Tell you what, I'll do all the work this time. One more should do it." She moaned again as he gently roller her onto her back, then instructed her to lie face-down on the carpet. He placed a folded pair of shorts under her crotch, and another under her head as a pillow. "Now, you just do you best to lay there and relax. As I say, let me do all the work." He then spread her legs comfortably wide, and positioning his cock over her ass, slid it down between her crack, past her bud, and to her entrance again. He slowly pressed in, and she moaned once more. He then began to thrust. He wasn't able to drill quite as deep, but at this angle he was able to rub his cock directly against her sensitive G-spot, while at the same time rubbing her clit on the shorts through her hood. It wasn't long before she was shuddering through another orgasm. Jack thrust her through that and two more orgasms, all the while whispering for her to stay relaxed and simply enjoy it. Once the last orgasm started, it continued on a low boil until several minutes later, when Jack began thrusting faster as his own explosion finally arrived. He continued long, firm strokes as he groaned at each strong spurt of cum exploding deep inside her. Feeling this turned her boil into a roiling one, and she screamed again into her makeshift pillow. Once they both had screamed and grunted out the last of their pleasure, Jack lay down gently atop her, panting, and his cock finally, slowly began to deflate. "Damn, you sure as some white boy," she panted. "Thanks." He rose to slowly slip his cock from her. "I think I can try these pants on, now, so I guess I should let you get back on duty." This roused her enough to look at her watch. "Shit, I'm late!" Finding some energy reserves from somewhere, she got up, slipped on her skirt and tank top, and looked back at him. "Sir, you can clean up in the men's room just down the hall. Please stop back by the desk on your way out." Then she slipped out the door, presumably to hit the women's room to do her own freshening up before returning to the desk. Genie Chronicles Ch. 05 Make sure she doesn't get into trouble, please. She won't, Jack, Genie said in what the thought sounded like a slightly amused voice. Jack actually managed to try on the pants and shorts, at least the ones that weren't completely soaked. Everything fit fairly well, so except for the new pair of shorts he wore out, everything got folded up neatly and put it back in a pile, a dry pair of shorts on top. Lacey was back at the desk when he came out, looking a bit worse for wear, but not too bad. "Did everything fit ok, sir?" "Everything fit great," he said with his own smirk. "I'll take all these, including the ones I am wearing." "Great! Um, maybe I should ring you up here." She looked a bit nervous. "Oh, can you?" "Yes, sir." "Cool." Genie reminded him to get a belt. "Oh! Hold on for just a moment." He walked over to the rack, picked out a belt that would be appropriate for both casual and dress pants, then went back and handed it to her, "This too." She rang him up and put his purchases, plus his underwear, in a large shopping bag. Handing him his receipt, she said, "Thank you sir. Please come back." Looking at the receipt, which had a note stapled to it saying 'anytime you need more help' and a phone number, he said, "Oh, I will!" Leaving the store, he passed the manager, an attractive middle-aged dirty-blond woman, who said with a small knowing smile, "I hope you received excellent customer service today, sir." He smiled back. "Oh, I did. Couldn't have been better." "I'm glad to hear it. Have a lovely evening, and hurry back!" As they headed to one more clothing stop, Genie suddenly appeared by his side. "Well, that was certainly an interesting shopping experienced," he said. She smiled at him, "Yes it was, Jack." "Will she be ok?" "Yes. A little bit sore. I left her with that as a memento, as well as her rewired breasts. She will enjoy the 'present' you gave her." "Good." Jack took her arm and linked it with his and she smiled at him again. They walked for a few minutes, and then Jack asked quietly, "Ok, so tell me about the time thing." "Well, I cannot affect actual time in any way. No being can that I know of can, no matter how powerful. What I can do is speed or slow our passage through time, which has much the same effect." "I understand, I think. Can I – we, time travel?" "No. Although, if you wish, you can experience in fantasy something that has happened in the past, or a version if it. Your experience will not affect what really happened, though. For instance, if you go back and get a girl you knew in high school pregnant, when you return from you fantasy, nothing will have changed for her." "What about the future." "The future is unwritten. You can experience a fantasy based on what you or someone else might expect or imagine the future to hold, though." "Gotcha." By this time hey arrived at the next store, and Jack's questions were put on hold. He had picked an upscale men's clothing store where he intended to purchase a couple pairs of dress pants to wear to business meetings with clients and the like. This particular store had no attractive young ladies working, so Jack was able to progress in his shopping much more quickly. He found the two pairs he was looking for, although one needed alteration. The salesman stuck himself in the thumb a couple of times as he bent to ping the length, as Genie's long, toned legs were distractingly close, but the job was finally done. Paying and taking the one pair, and scheduling to pick up the other pair in a couple of days, they left the store. "You know, I guess it's true what they say about Chinese food; I'm already a bit hungry again. Would you like some ice cream or something?" That would be wonderful, Jack" They headed back to the food court and perused the restaurants' desert offerings. They settled on a banana split, and sat at their original table again to do some more people-watching. They didn't have to wait long for the show to start. A couple of bites into the 'split, they heard a girl's voice, nasty and ridiculing, "What are you doing here, perv? Fantasizing about me in private as you wank off not good enough? You come to do it here in public?" They turned to see an overweight teenage boy, blushing furiously, hurrying and stumbling away from an attractive light-brown haired girl, or a girl that would have been attractive except for the nasty smirk on her face. She followed the boy, continuing to harass him. Jack read from her tote board that, while she was not a virgin, she was not very experienced in sex, and her libido was currently not very high. He also noted a couple of new icons. What are those? The health icons you mentioned earlier. I took the liberty of adding them for you. Cool. So they are telling me that she is healthy and clean, yes. Yes. Genie went on to explain briefly what the icons would look like if she were otherwise. Got it. So what was that little show we just witnessed all about? Well, the boy, Robbie, and the girl, Sherry, have gone to school together since first grade, and used to be friends before puberty set in. He developed a crush on her as his sexual interest grew, while at the same time he became more and more overweight. Their friendship pretty much dissolved, as she didn't want to be seen associating with 'the fat boy.' That was a couple of years ago. Recently, a rumor was started that he masturbates while fantasizing about her. Does he? Yes, although the rumor was started by someone who had no way of knowing this was true. The person just knew he liked Sherry, and figured it was a pretty good bet. That person does the same thing, actually. A lot of the boys in her class do. That doesn't stop then for ridiculing him, though. So why is he so overweight? Um, that's getting to be out of the area I can answer questions about, Jack. Oh? Not enough about sex? She gave a mall nod as she spooned up some ice cream. "Yum!" Hmmm. Ok, I think I would like to help the boy become more attractive to the girls so that he can hopefully get laid, but first I need to know why he is so overweight. Better? Yes. His weight problem is due to a combination of things. His metabolism is a bit slow. His eating habits are bad, due mostly to his family life. And he doesn't exercise much. He'd be a pretty cute guy if he were more in shape. Jack thought through a couple of bites of ice cream. Ok, can we speed up his metabolism to normal, whatever that is? Yes, Jack. As for the diet and exercise, how about we give him a bit of incentive from now through the end of summer. Let's have him quickly discover that on any day that he eats well and gets some exercise, that night he will have an enjoyable sexual dream involving her. The more ideal the diet and exercise that day for his current fitness level, the more realistic and enjoyable the dream that night should be. The dreams will start out as perhaps her stripping for him, and progress through hand jobs, then blow jobs, and on to actual sex as he progresses, the goal being to get his as fit as is safe by the start of school in the fall. Ok so far? Tingle. Yes, Jack. Ok, so would he be near his ideal fitness level by then? No, he'd still have a ways to go. Ok, well hold that thought for a moment, and let's switch to the girl. Ok. Why is she so... bitchy? Well, she used to be a pretty good kid. The biggest reason for the change is that she has fallen in with 'the wrong crowd.' They are influencing her to make poor choices, including starting to take drugs. I see. Well, again over the summer, let's have her realize that these aren't the people she should be hanging out with, and cut ties cleanly with them in such a way that there are no reprisals. By the end of the summer she should be back to being that good kid. Once school starts again and she sees what is happening to him, although she won't know what his incentive has been, she will make that incentive a reality. Partly to repay the cruelty she is now heaping on him, and partly to give him extra incentive, she will give small, then bigger and bigger sexual rewards as he works toward his ideal fitness level. By the time he gets there, they should be fully involved sexually, although safely, and with no pregnancies, disease, etc. After that, it's up to them how they want to proceed, perhaps as a couple, perhaps just enjoying frequent, or occasional, 'booty calls,' or perhaps they amicable go their separate ways. In any event, they should both come out of it happy, healthy and on the track to better lives. Very nice, Jack. Thanks! They finished their banana split as they continued to make small talk, mostly out loud so as not to draw more strange looks. Once they were done, and Genie had licked the bowl completely clean, firming Jack's cock in the process as he watched her pink tongue lick every crevice of the bowl repeatedly, he said, "Ok, I'm beat. Let's head home." She smiled. Ok, Jack." It was only 10 PM when they got back, but Jack was dead tired. Not so tired, though, that he failed to notice and be momentarily surprised by the pristine condition of his apartment as they walked through the door. He had completely forgotten his earlier experiment in getting around the limitations of what types of wishes Genie could grant. He laughed and gave her a hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. He was sorely tempted to do more, to continue playing with Genie and exploring her abilities, worn out or not. Tomorrow was a new day just bursting with possibilities, he finally decided, and sleep beckoned. Depositing his purchases in the now clean and organized closet, he picked up Genie and carried her toward the bed, whispering in her ear. As they neared the bed, their clothing evaporated, appearing on the shelf in the closet, clean and neatly folded. Meanwhile the bed turned itself down, and Jack dumped a squealing Genie into it before diving over her, then wrapping his arms around her as she turned to spoon with him. The lights extinguished, and Jack sighed contentedly. His mind wouldn't quite let go yet, though, and a question occurred. "You do sleep, don't you? Really sleep? I know we took naps earlier, but those were more passing out than going to sleep." "I can sleep, Jack. Would you like to dream about anything? Experience a fantasy, perhaps?" "Hmmm. Tempting, but I think I'll wait. I've been considering what fantasies I might like to live out, and how, but now that I can actually do so, I can't decide what to do. Besides, I don't think that would be appropriate on my first night with you. I think I just want to hold you as we sleep." She squirmed deeper into his arms. "That sounds wonderful, Master. Thank you for making your Genie feel so and loved and appreciated." He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "You are welcome. And thank you for making your Master the luckiest Master ever." Genie Chronicles Ch. 06 Jack woke early in the morning to an intensely beautiful Genie still spooned against him, and to a full bladder. He would have liked to stay pressed against her silken form all morning, but his bladder finally won out. He extracted himself as gently as he could and tiptoed to the head. When he returned to the bedroom, he was greeted by a tableau that any men's magazine would pay handsomely to photograph; a darkly red-haired sleeping beauty, stretched out languorously on her side in a somewhat rumpled bed, her head pillowed on one outstretched arm, her slightly disheveled hair partially concealing her face. The white sheets, wrapped around her low on her hips, contrasted alluringly with her lightly tanned, flawless skin. The day before had been such a whirlwind of activity, most of it comprised of more sex than he had ever had in a week, probably three, that he had not taken the time to do something he really desired to; explore every square millimeter of the most perfect body he would ever see. The morning had dawned overcast, promising a blustery, rainy late spring day, and he could think of nothing better to do than to stay in bed all day doing just that. He made a quick detour, and then slipped as gently as he could back into bed. As careful as he was, he was sure he had awakened her as she moaned softly and rolled onto her back. His breath caught at her luscious figure and graceful movement, even in sleep, as she rolled and settled with her arms relaxed above her head. He was delighted to see her eyes still closed, and hear her breathing deepen. Sliding closer, he brought up to her face what he had taken his detour to retrieve: a large powder makeup brush with a wide, round, somewhat tear-dropped shaped arrangement of dense, velvety-soft bristles, a brush very similar to what men used to apply their shaving lather with, only larger and softer. He normally used this to dust his camera lenses and other delicate surfaces, but had frequently fantasized that it would make an excellent sexual toy. Now he was going to find out. He began by gently brushing the stray hair away from her face before lightly and very slowly running the brush over her forehead, then down over one closed eyelid and long eye lashes. He crossed her cute, slightly pointy nose to the other lid, and then continued across her cheek to one elfin ear. Tracing the outside of her ear, he found this area to be too sensitive, threatening to wake her as she squirmed in her sleep. He froze until she stilled, then moved back to her cheek, over the tip of her nose to the other cheek, then down to tickle her lips, which parted slightly at his touch. He paused again, then moved down to her chin and traced her striking jaw line back into dangerous territory along the side of her neck and under her ear. Retreating again, he made his way over her chin and down the front of her long, graceful neck. He traced to the side, exploring her collar bone and shoulder, until he again reached unsafe terrain, this time her underarm. Working back to the center of her upper chest, he ran the brush down the valley between her perfect orbs, careful to touch them as little as possible. Now he was in a bit of a dilemma. Pretty much any direction except for the way he had come was a minefield of too-ticklish and/or too-sensitive skin. Finally deciding she had slept long enough anyway, he traveled back up the valley and to the top of one breast, and then started orbiting the sphere in a slowly tightening spiral. When he reached her nipple he brushed it in a circular motion until he saw her eyes start to flutter. A moment later as he continued to tickle her nipple her eyes popped open and she looked down, then up at him and smiled a dazzling if sleepy smile. "That's a pretty good way to wake up too, Master. I was dreaming I was being tickled by a cloud of butterflies. Now I see it's something better." He grinned back, "I'm glad you like it." He decided to start over, to her mild frustration. He moved back to leisurely explore her face again, then gently turned her head to expose her left ear and sensitive side of her neck. She bit her bottom lip and squinted her left eye shut as he played around and under her ear, then gave a squeak when he swirled the bristles inside. Once he had given both sides this treatment, he worked his way down her neck and across one shoulder again. This time he did not stop at reaching her armpit, and she twitched as if to lower her arm as he stroked the hairless, baby-soft skin with the equally soft bristles, but she knew that was against the rules of this little game. He didn't torment her there long, as that really wasn't the current objective, and he soon moved up the only slightly less sensitive skin of the inside of her well-toned upper arm. Once he reached her wrist, he reversed direction and traveled down back and across to give her other arm the same treatment. Finally returning to the center of her chest, he skirted her breasts for the moment, eliciting a mew of disappointment, and used the brush to lightly trace each of her ribs in her well-defined rib cage, discovering that it took a little firmer pressure than the brush produced to really tickle her there, although she still giggled and squirmed a bit as her eyes followed every movement of the brush. That lack of fine sensitivity wasn't the case, though, as he traveled down the shallow valley between the two halves of her rib cage to the flat, taut expanse of her belly, whose perfect skin was broken only by her delectable oval belly button, and, lower, by the two symmetrical peaks of her pelvic bone, until it reached the fur of her mound. It was all she could do to stay still as his brush explored every square millimeter of this quivering expanse. He then skirted her mound entirely, eliciting another disappointed mew as he worked his way leisurely down her two long, silky-smooth legs. Reaching her feet, he played on their tops and toes for a few moments, and then indicated that she should turn over. She did so with a bit of trepidation, considering where the brush was poised. She wasn't disappointed, as the soft bristles quickly sought out and caressed the arches of her feet, causing her to ball up her toes and drum her feet on the bed before the bristles moved up across her ankles to tease her calves and the surprisingly sensitive backs of her knees and thighs. The brush then spent some time caressing the two firm hemispheres of her buttocks, causing them to tense up delectably when the brush hit their most sensitive spots, particularly the transition between cheek and thigh and the cleft between cheeks. The brush between his fingers was loath to leave the twin mounds, but it had the smooth curves of her back to explore, and it did, extracting a few additional giggles as it strayed to caress her sides on occasion. After it swirled around her shoulder blades for a few moments, it paused while Jack gently moved her hair aside, then moved on to tease the back and sides of her neck while she squirmed and tried to scrunch her shoulders up to avoid its tickling touch. Jack eventually had her turn back over, and his brush immediately honed in on her breasts, continuing its earlier interrupted pattern. Genie was soon squirming and moaning for a different reason. Once the brush had gotten to know her breasts quite well, it headed due south. Jack gently spread her legs, and, after exploring the inside of her thighs and causing more squirming and giggling, he applied it to her now-slightly-puffy nether lips, although he had to stick to the outside edges lest the brush get damp from her juices. He soon noticed that her clit was still high and dry, though, and gently folded her hood up to introduce the brush to it. Genie's moaning, briefly interrupted by the move from breasts to lips, increased in volume several notches. Having a bit of trouble coordinating the brush's movement with his fingers gently holding back her hood, he requested that she hold it back for him. Although Genie might have been of two minds about the request, it immediately folded away, giving the velvet touch of the brush full access to her clit. The brush immediately took advantage of this, experimenting with different strokes, pressures, and patterns to determine what got the greatest response. Soon Genie was moaning and squirming so much in tormented pleasure that Jack told her that the rest of her could squirm as much as it wanted, as long as her clit stayed perfectly still. And it did, although it was obvious that the relentless brushing of her bud was driving her absolutely nuts. Still he persevered, and fifteen minutes later was rewarded by the full body shiver of an orgasm, although by the look on her face, probably not a very fulfilling one. Finally removing the brush from her skin, he asked. "Would you like a more satisfying orgasm now?" "What I would really like right now, Master, is my turn with the brush," she said breathlessly, her eyes narrowed. He squinted back at her for a moment, then shrugged, handed her the brush, and switched places. Over the next twenty minutes she found all the ticklish places of which he was aware, plus a few he wasn't, including his nipples and ass. His nipples at least he kind of liked, but not as much as when Genie eventually discovered his balls. The brush seemed tailor-made for them, giving just the right amount of ticklish-pleasurable stimulation for their sensitive skin, especially their smooth underside. The sensation was short-lived, though, as they all too quickly became desensitized to the stimulation. When Genie noticed his diminishing reaction, she pouted for a second, a pout which quickly turned to a look of speculation. He felt the tingle, her eyes flashed, and then she attacked his balls again. His full sensation was back and this time it did not fade, and it was her turn to make him squirm, especially when she cheated and created a second brush for the other hand, which immediately attacked his cock. It was then his turn to squirm enough to throw off her aim, but there was no way he was going to allow her to magically hold his pelvis still, so she did the next best thing, she pushed his thighs together, straddled them just below his crotch, pulled his balls up to lay on top of his thighs, and attacked with both brushes again. The eroticism of her weight holding his lower body (somewhat) still, plus the combined stimulation of both brushes, had him pumping jets of cum onto his stomach in "only" ten minutes or so, and he had a feeling it was a bit more satisfying orgasm, if no less tortuous, than hers. He rested for a moment, enjoying the sight and feeling of her sitting on his legs, and then said, "Ok, time for some real lovemaking. Can you clean and recharge me, please?" The puddle of cum disappeared from his stomach, and his cock was suddenly ready to go again. He beckoned to her, and she moved to lie beside him. Their arms and legs entwined as their lips met. They kissed and caressed for several long minutes, until Jack gently rolled Genie on her back and positioned himself between her legs, which she wrapped around him. He raised his eyebrows as he felt a ghostly hand align his cock with her and then give his balls a quick fondle. She smiled naughtily back, then closed her eyes and sighed in contented pleasure as he pressed his cock into her tight passage, stretching it to its maximum diameter, opening her just short of discomfort, filling her as it inched its way in. When he angled so as to reach her uttermost depths, sheathing himself in her completely, she smiled approvingly and sighed again. He stayed buried completely inside her as they continued to kiss and caress. Finally he leisurely pulled out until his head passed her muscular ring, leaving just his tip kissing her opening. He didn't leave her feeling empty and lonely long, though, as he pressed back in, sinking to the hilt only slightly faster this time. He continued the pattern of full burial to almost complete removal as he gradually increased to a moderate pace. As she began to move with him he didn't pull out quite as far so as to avoid any 'reentry misalignment.' He didn't allow the pace to increase too much, though. This was making love, not just fucking, and they slowed or even stopped frequently to kiss, caress, and change positions. They made love for over an hour this way, until Jack, back on top by this time, felt the approach of the point of no return. Looking into Genie's eyes, he saw that she was there with him. He increased his pace slightly, but still kept his strokes long and even. A few moments later their bodies shook in mutual release, their eyes still locked together. Jack gradually came to a halt, then gently laid down on her and rolled so that they were on their sides pressed against each other, his slowly softening cock still buried within her. "Keep me hard again, would you? Not recharged, just erect. Let the recharging happen naturally. Last time you kept me erect while we napped. This time I think I'd like to try it while awake. Maybe all day, even. Keep yourself comfortably lubed again, of course." She smiled enthusiastically at the idea of having him inside her all day. "Yes, Jack." He sprung back to full hardness, effectively thrusting into her as his cock lengthened again, and she gave a small gasp. He looked at her speculatively. "Shrink me to the same girth, but four inches long." She gave him a funny look, but he felt himself shorten until, in their current position, he was barely inside her. "Ok, now expand me back to full length." He lengthened again into her, and she gave another soft gasp. "Now short." He shrunk. "Long." He lengthened. "Short...long...short...long." Her eyes widened as she realized what he was doing. He grinned. "That could make for lots of fun," his stomach rumbled, "but for now..." She squeaked as he suddenly rolled them over so that she was on top. He then had her rise to straddle him. He rose to prop himself on his arms, then maneuvered to cross his legs under her while sitting further up so that she was sitting in his lap, still impaled on him. She wrapped her legs around his hips. "... I'm hungry. But first, can you create some comfortable backrests for us?" "Yes, Jack." Padded backrests appeared behind them, comfortably supporting them in their current position. "Good, now, as I still have no food in the place to speak of except for peanut butter, do you think you could create a nice romantic breakfast of a variety of finger foods on floating platters around us that we can feed to each other?" Tingle. She smiled a dazzling smile. "Very nice, Jack. Yes, I can do that." A myriad of trays appeared around them holding a smorgasbord of bite-sized breakfast foods, from fresh fruits to small quiches and pastries to miniature sausage links. There were also several loving cups filled with a variety of juices, milk, and steaming coffee. Jack sighed in contentment. "I could certainly get used to this, and probably will." He picked up a red ripe strawberry and held it to Genie's lips for her to take a bite. She took a big one, and juice dripped down her chin, then down between her breasts. "Oh, strawberries are delicious!" "That's right, I forget. You know what they are, but you haven't ever tasted one." He then leaned forward to lick the juice from her chin and cleavage. "And fun!" she added. "If you liked that, perhaps you should try this watermelon," he suggested naughtily. They next hour or so was spent alternating feeding each other and licking off the unusually large volume of drippings. Some drippings made it to where their tongues could not currently reach, however, and their lower bodies were becoming quite sticky until Jack had the bright idea of letting ghost tongues take care of those. Almost all of the items were new tastes to Genie, so the breakfast was a lengthy one as she sampled and savored everything. Jack certainly didn't mind, as her delight was charming and entertaining, plus most of the items were the best of their kind that he had ever tasted, and he took the time to savor as well. Once they had finally eaten and licked their fill, Jack had her remove the now almost empty trays. He licked her fingers clean while she licked his, then he asked, "What would you like to do now?" "Do you mean beside ride that giant rod that's impaling me?" He smiled, "Yes, besides that." She gave another mock pout, but then smiled. "I'm happy right here with you Jack. Whatever you want to do is fine with me." He was pretty happy where he was, too, so he thought for a moment then asked, "Tell me more about Genies." He felt the tingle of her interpreting his request. "Many, many hundreds of years ago in and around what is now known as Iran, Genies were common, if not plentiful. Pure genies were split into four races, each tied to one of the four elements; fire, earth, water, and air. Each race of Jinn had several castes, from the near god-like King down to comparatively weak imps." "What caste were, are, you, and what element?" Jack asked. Genie looked a bit self conscious. "None, master, I am not a pure Genie as they consider things, and am outside the caste system." "What are you, then?" "I am what was called a Genie Servant, one created to be permanently bound to his or her master. No 'pure' Genie would ever allow itself to be so enslaved. They would rather die." "What about Aladdin and the lamp and all that? Wasn't that Genie enslaved?" "Well, while that story isn't based on actual events, it is true that a pure Genie can be bound to an object such as a lamp in very similar fashion. This can be done either by a much more powerful Genie, usually a King, as punishment, or by a talented Sorcerer hoping to control the Genie. Either way, the Genie has hope of release or escape, and usually chooses to be bound rather than die. In the case of the King's punishment, the term of the Genie's binding is almost always finite; say a year and a day. As for the other, the Genie is always on the lookout for any slipup, any mistake that the Sorcerer might make that would allow the Genie to go free." Jack wasn't sure what answer he wanted from the next question, but felt he had to ask, "Can I set you free?" Genie gave him a bittersweet smile. "Thank you for the question, and yes you can. I would then revert to my original form, though." "Original form? What does that mean?" She gave a deep sigh. "Are you sure you want to continue this, Master? You will find it distasteful." "You don't think I'm going to say no, now, do you?" "Very well. Genie servants are not elemental beings. They, we, are created from something else. In almost all cases that original form is a human baby." "What?! That's terrible!" He exclaimed, sitting up and almost knocking them over. His cock, momentarily forgotten but still rock hard, was the only thing keeping her from sliding off his lap. She grabbed his shoulder for balance, and he settled back down again. "I told you it was distasteful, Jack." "Distasteful doesn't begin to cover it. So, what, some Genie comes and steals you from your crib at night and carries you off to be made into a Genie slave?" "No, my parents willingly gave me up to be made a Genie servant." "What?" He almost tossed her off again. "What kind of parents could do such a thing?" "Please Jack, allow me to tell the whole story and I think you will better understand." He settled down again and nodded. "I was born to a struggling merchant and his wife. Late in my mother's pregnancy she began to feel that something was wrong. It was determined by a healer that something was not... right, with me. I was not forming correctly within her. When I was born, their worst fears were realized. I was born sickly, and would have lived days at most, perhaps only hours. Genie Chronicles Ch. 06 When it had become known that I was expected to be born unhealthy, a human representative of the Fire Genie King came to my father with an offer. If I was truly born unhealthy, not healthy enough to lead a rewarding life, then the Genies offered to take me to become a Genie Servant. In exchange, my father received a single wish from a master Genie, interpreted to give him what he truly wanted, as I try to do for you. In addition, it was considered a great honor to donate a child for this purpose. He and my family would have benefited both socially and financially." "Fine, but what about you? You had no choice in the matter." Jack was still offended by the idea. "That's true Jack. But otherwise I would have had no life at all." "So is becoming a Genie servant preferable to...to..." he couldn't complete the question. She finished for him. "Dying as a tiny infant? Yes." He grumbled for a moment, and then changed the subject. "So, what would you have been doing for this...Sultan guy?" "Well, granting his sexual wishes of course, and protecting him from harm. He was considered a good ruler at the time, by both humans and the Jinn, so protecting him was probably more important to the Genie King than the sex." "Yet they still put you in that puzzle box." "Yes. The Jinn never give a Genie such as me away with no price or catch, no matter who the recipient. They didn't want to set too high a price in this case, though, and when they found out he loved puzzles, well..." she shrugged. "So, you have no idea why he never opened the box?" "No, Jack. I became self-aware and aware of what was going on around me and expected of me once I was made a Genie, but as I mentioned before, once I was placed within my vessel, I was unaware of the passage of time or what transpired therein until you released me." "Huh." Jack reflected for a moment. "So you would have just stood around waiting to grant his wishes?" "Well, not exactly. Yes, I would be available to grant any wishes he desired to make, but beyond that, I most likely would have been made his first wife, although 'wife' didn't mean quite the same thing as it does today and in this society. As first wife I would have been placed in charge of his harem, keeping all of his other wives healthy and...happy." She colored slightly at this. "Happy? How so?" "Well, as a Sheik, his harem would have been large, and made up of the most beautiful, most sexual women available. Those women were not allowed to have sex with any man other than the Sheik and perhaps the occasional honored guests. Thus the wives often turned to each other for... relief. As first wife and a Genie, I would almost definitely have assisted in this 'relief'." Jack interest was piqued, his cock now hard not just because she was keeping it so. "Assist how?" "In whatever ways the Sheik specified or allowed, usually with the idea being that his wives' appetites should be whetted rather than satiated when he called on one or more for the evening. Any not picked could be satiated after, although not so much as to prevent them from being ready again the following evening." "Give me an example." "Oh, the Sheik might allow for me to create wooden phalluses - smaller than his actual penis, of course - to use to stimulate his wives to readiness in time for his evening's activities." "And how many wives would the Sheik have." "Anywhere from 40 to 50, usually." "So you might create 50 wood dildos to magically tease 50 women crazy until the Sheik came to pick one or more for his bed that evening?" "Something like that, yes." "And the 49 or so that didn't get picked that night?" "They might be stimulated to orgasm by the phalluses, or they might prefer to turn to each other for... comfort." "Ah. And you would participate in this 'comforting'?" Her face was now quite red. "If the Sheik so wished." "Is that something you would have enjoyed?" "Perhaps." Jack was now fully recharged again. He had remembered her apparent interest in some of the young women in the mall, and now decided to follow up on the resulting questions. "So, if I were to offer you the opportunity to 'comfort' some attractive woman at some point, is that something you would be interested in." "If my master wishes." "What I wish to know right now is if that is something YOU would like." She smiled a demure smile, but didn't meet his eyes as she said, "If such an opportunity presented itself as you suggest, then I would not be opposed to the idea." Jack's cock twitched in excitement. "Really?" He mused, "Is that due to some desire read from me during your formation coming out of the box, or from something else?" "Partly that, and partly from my original creation into a Genie. Sapphic activities in harems at that time were fully expected, and even encouraged to help keep the wives happy as long as they did not interfere in the harem's owner getting his desires met. A Genie as I would have been expected to be completely comfortable in such an environment." "Very interesting. It sounds like you might have had a better time if your box had been opened by the Sheik." She replied immediately. "I do not think so, Jack. The Sheik was a busy ruler, and would not have had a lot of time to take advantage of what I could do. He also most likely was not as... imaginative as you are. No, I think you will be much more likely to take full advantage of my abilities." "And your happiness?" She gave one of her extra special, heart stopping, cock-tugging smiles. "There is no question there, master, as I have already mentioned." He smiled back and pulled her into a hug. He whispered in her ear. "Well, maybe we will just have to find you a harem some time to 'comfort." Her pussy twitched around his cock and she could not keep the excitement out of her voice as she murmured back, "Whatever Master wishes." "Unless..." he gently pushed her back to look into her eyes, "if I were to release you now, you would turn back into that sick infant?" Her smile turned sad. "Yes, Jack." "Would our more modern medicine be able to save you?" "It might extend my life, Jack, but it would not be a pleasant life. I would be little more that what you would call a 'vegetable'." "Oh. Well, we don't want that. I guess you will just have to stay with me for what I hope is a very long, very enjoyable life." Her smile turned trillion-watt again. "That sounds wonderful, Jack." A thought occurred to him. "Just how long a life do you think we can have?" "As long as you wish, Jack." He was shocked again, and once more almost dislodged her. "What do you mean? We can live forever?" "Nothing is forever, Jack, but we can live for a very, very long time if you wish it." "How, through your powers to keep me healthy and protected?" She nodded. "And you stay around as long as I do?" She nodded again. "So, I can stay looking and feeling like this pretty much indefinitely?" She nodded. He sat, stunned once again at the incredible possibilities her powers offered. "Golly." Genie Chronicles Ch. 07 Jack's thoughts were interrupted by the telephone ringing. He was tempted for a second not to answer, but then he asked quickly, "Can you float the cordless over here so we don't have to move from this enjoyable position?" She nodded and the phone came zipping off its cradle to his hand. He pressed the hook button and answered, "Hello?" ... "Oh, hey, mom!" ... "I'm great, how are you?" ... "That's good. What do you mean I sound different?" He listened for another moment, and then rolled his eyes. "What on earth would make you think I have a new girlfriend?" Genie raised her eyebrows as he listened some more. "Ok, you win. I do have a new girlfriend. We're having sex right now as a matter of fact!" Genie gasped softly as he listened to the reply and shook his head in resignation. "Yes, ma'am." ... "No, I haven't forgotten." ... "Ummm, hadn't thought that far ahead, but yes, she probably will." ... "Ok, that should be fine." ... "Ok. I love you too, mom. Bye." He hung up the phone, and then looked at Genie and rolled his eyes and shook his head again. "Is there a problem, Jack?" He sighed. "No, just my mother being my mother." "How did she know I am here?" "Well, she's always seemed to have this sort of ESP thing going on. She calls it 'Motherly Intuition'. It always drove my sisters and me crazy. Still does on occasion," he said, indicating the phone. "And your admission that we were having sex while on the phone with her?" Jack snorted. "I was just trying to twist her nose a bit. It didn't work. The woman is unflappable, whether she believed me or not. All she said was 'well, make sure it's safe sex, dear. While I want more grandkids at some point, you should probably at least wait until you get engaged or something.'" Genie grinned, but was wise enough not to say anything. "The main reason she called was to ask if I was still planning on attending the 'family reunion' next month. It's actually just my closer relations renting a humongous house at the beach for a week. When I confirmed I was still planning to come, she wanted to know if I was bringing you. I told I probably would." "Are you sure about that Jack? Do you think they will be ok with me?" She looked a little worried. It was amusing to him that someone so incredible in every way would still be worried about meeting his family. He shrugged. "Should be. They're not very picky and they have liked every other girlfriend pretty well, and you are at least as good for me as the worst of those," he said with a reassuring expression. She narrowed her eyes at him, and he thought he should stop his teasing before she used her powers to turn him into a frog or something, Master or no. Besides, he couldn't keep a straight face, and continued with a grin. "Of course they will be ok with you, Genie. You are the most beautiful, charming, intelligent, incredible woman any of them will ever meet. Everyone will be jealous. You have absolutely nothing to worry about." She looked mostly mollified. Mostly. "Is something bothering you?" "Will you give me a name before then?" He frowned. "You don't like Genie, I take it?" "Well, no offense, Jack, but that's like calling you 'Human'?" He frowned some more. "Oh. I see what you mean, I think. Do you think I have been calling you by your species or whatever all this time?" She shrugged. "But 'Genie' is also a girl's name." She cocked her head at him, and his mind tingled. "Oh, I see. But it is spelled differently, in that case, yes?" Jack shrugged. "I guess. I like it spelled G-E-N-I-E, though, kind of my own little inside joke. Does that bother you?" She shook her head and smiled. "Whatever name you choose, and however you wish to spell it, is suitable to me, Master." "Cool. Genie it is then." Then a thought occurred to him. "But what about a last name?" "Well, you will need to pick a last name for me, too, if you want me to have one." "You'll need one eventually. For one thing, it would be required for any identification. If you are going to function in any way normally in this society, you will need a Social Security Number, driver's license, all that stuff. Would this fall under those basic abilities you mentioned, helping you 'blend in'?" Tingle. "Yes, I should be able to do that." "But I need to come up with a full name for you first." "Yes, Jack." He thought some more, a task which was becoming more and more of a challenge, as his libido was quickly recharging, accelerated in no small part by fact that she was still sitting in his lap, still impaled upon him. "Ummm. Ok, How about this; your full name is Jennifer Holiday. I'll use Genie for a nickname." She smiled. "That will do nicely, Jack." "So you can make identification and everything? Make it so you were born here, as an American citizen?" "Yes, Jack." "Cool! So what about your background and education? You know, diplomas and stuff." "I can create all that as well, although whatever background I construct would have to reflect my lack of family. I can't create people just to be my parents." "I understand. What about a college degree?" "Yes, if it is justified to allow me to function normally in this society." "Hmmm. Well, I think I wish for you to come up with your own background and education, even career. Whatever you like. Then I can enjoy getting to know 'Jennifer Holiday'." She smiled again. "I can do that." "For now, though, Mr. Happy buried there deeply inside you is fully recovered and wanting some attention." Her smile turned naughty. "Oh? Exactly what type of attention would he like?" she asked, while at the same time her tight tunnel started the slow but firm milking from root to tip which he enjoyed so much. He briefly wondered how she was still able to squeeze him to the tip of his cock, so long was it, and buried so deeply. He wasn't absolutely positive, but he didn't think women usually had any muscles so deep, or at least any they could so exquisitely control. Still, he wasn't complaining. "Mmmm, that's a great start." Then, while leaning back against his backrest, he gently pulled her to him to kiss her lips. She shifted her weight to lean lightly against him, pulling herself off of his cock a bit in the process. "That won't do," he murmured, momentarily removing his lips from hers. "Lengthen me to fill you up again, please." She did. He returned his lips to hers, his tongue gently invading them. He lifted one hand to hold and caress her neck, the other to caress the side of a breast pressed lightly between them. She gave a soft murmur of approval as their tongues gently tangled. Pulling away many moments later, he gently pushed her back against her cushion so he could gain full access to her breasts. He fondled them lightly as he savored her continued milking. "Does doing that to me give you any pleasure?" She gave a contented shrug. "It feels very nice, but doesn't quite hit any of my hot spots. Your hands are, though." "They are, eh? So, as long as I do this we're even?" he asked, giving both nipples a light tweak. "Mmmm, even enough." He played a few moments more, and then whispered, "short." She blinked at him for a second in incomprehension, but then he felt the tingle and his cock shortened to barely penetrate her. She looked at him half expectantly, half imploringly. He made a great show of tilting his head from side to side, looking up and around, taking his time. He finally said, "long," and she gave a sigh/squeak/moan as he immediately lengthened again to fill her completely. He was contemplating a nice leisurely screwing this way, but then a better idea struck him than saying 'long, short, long' repeatedly. "Can you give me control of the length of my cock?" Tingle. "Yes." "Girth, too?" "Yes." "Neat! Do so, please." "Done. Do you wish this to supersede your earlier wish to have your cock be the ideal size for any particular woman?" "Ummm, no, I don't think so. I mean, I can't really use this on anyone but you at the moment. How do I use this, by the way?" "Just concentrate on the size you want it to be." He did, and was immediately barely penetrating her. This time her gasp was tinged with discomfort. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?" "Not really. It was perhaps just a bit too abrupt, what with the vacuum it created." "Oh." He tried again, this time imagining his cock getting slowly longer. It did. "Mmmm, much nicer." He experimented for several interesting moments, and found that with a little practice he could put his cock into a continual shorten/lengthen pattern and let it go with little to no concentration. In other words, he could screw her without thinking about it or having to move a muscle. He settled on a medium-speed screwing, and then leaned back to relax against his backrest. Reaching out to cup her breasts and gently orbit her nipples with his thumbs, he asked, "How about this. Does this give you any pleasure?" "Oh, yes, Jack," she cooed as she, too, relaxed against her own backrest. They both closed their eyes. Jack continued his relaxed screwing, experimenting with the speed and length of his 'thrusts' to try to give them both the most satisfaction. Once finding a combination they enjoyed, and with the addition of his gentle stimulation of her breasts, her relaxed body shuddered in orgasm about 20 minutes later, Jack following close behind. Once they were both satiated, Jack stopped his cock at full length within her. Eyes still closed, they both remained relaxed contentedly on their cushions for awhile, until Jack finally stirred. Genie opened her eyes. "That was very nice, Jack. Odd, but nice." "Thank you. Next time I think I should have the area above my cock which presses against your clit vibrate. What do you think?" She laughed, a rich yet silvery sound which he had not heard from her before. It was the happiest yet most arousing sound he thought he had ever heard. "I think I have a bit of a freak for a Master, is what I think." "What?! How dare you!" he roared in mock indignation. His fingers attacked her ribs. That laugh he had heard before. Although not quite as special as the other, it was still beautiful, plus it created some very interesting squeezes and vibrations along his shaft. He also noticed this time in tickling her ribs that, although she tossed her head and squirmed in tormented laughter as his fingertips assaulter her, she made no move to push his hands away or protect her sensitive sides. Very interesting. He relented and she relaxed to catch her breath, her hair a bit disheveled and partially concealing her face. He reached up and gently tucked it behind her ears, then said, "Have I mentioned yet this morning how incredibly beautiful you are." She smiled her special smile. "Not yet." He leaned closer to her. "You," he interrupted himself to share a steamy kiss with her, then finished breathlessly while looking into her eyes, "are incredibly beautiful." "Thank you, master," she whispered back. Tearing his eyes away, he looked out the window to confirm it was still raining. He sighed contentedly. "Well, Jennifer Holiday, what would you like to do now?" "Ummm, I think I would like for you to tell me how you solved my puzzle." He shrugged. "I can do that. Better yet, I'll show you. Can you float us over to the living area?" They lifted off the bed, Genie still sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around him, still skewered. He put his arms around her to prevent her from falling backward. "This is nice – although it still freaks me out a bit – but we might want our backrests with us to free up our hands." The backrests floated up to support them. "Yep, still freaky. Ok, over to the bookshelf first, please." He indicated the shelf he meant, and they floated to it. Once within reach, he picked up the puzzle box. Seeing Genie eye it a bit nervously, he asked, "What's the matter? Can you get locked back up in here again?" "Yes, you can place me back in my vessel." "And what happens to you then?" "I go back to 'sleep,' for lack of a better word, until it is opened again." "Oh. Can anyone reopen it, or just me?" "Anyone can open it, but my servitude does not transfer to them. I am always and only your Genie." "Gotcha." He paused. "So what happens if the box is destroyed?" "Destroyed with me inside or outside?" "Both, either." "If I am inside, then I, too, am destroyed. If I am outside, then," she shrugged, "nothing, really." "Wow. It's a lucky thing it hasn't been destroyed in all these years, then. It's such a fragile thing." She smiled a smile tinged with pride. "It is quite a bit tougher than it looks." "Ah. Good. So what should I do with it?" "Anything you wish master." "Would you like for me to destroy it?" She was shaking her head vehemently before he finished the question. "Oh, no, master, I cannot answer that. It is forbidden. It is only for the Master to decide what happens to his Genie's vessel." "Hmmm. Well, why would I ever want to put you back in it?" "That is not for me to say, either, Jack." He grunted in mild frustration. "Ok, why would ANY Master wish to put his or her Genie back in his or her vessel?" "There are many possible reasons. One of the biggest is to prevent the Genie from getting into mischief while the master isn't looking. This is more of a concern with genies who are bound against their will. Those are usually pure Genies, who have a bit more leeway in how they interact with their master." "I see. So I don't have to worry about any mischief from you, then?" "Oh, no, Master. I will always act only as you wish!" she said with an earnest, innocent face, while at the same time an invisible hand fondled his dangling balls. "Uh, huh. You're asking for it missy. But for now, back to your question, then I'll decide what to do with the box." He refocused his attention on the box. "I inherited your box from my Aunt Margaret, although 'inherited' isn't really the right word. She died several weeks ago, and she really didn't leave much of a will. So, the family met at her bungalow after the funeral to try to figure out what to do with all her stuff. One of the few items I picked out to keep was this." "I'm so sorry Jack. Do you miss her?" He shrugged. "A little, I guess. I really didn't see her much over the last several years. She was always on the go, and so was I, I suppose." He gave a sad, nostalgic smile. "I sure was fascinated with her when I was younger, though. She was always coming back from somewhere exotic, and always had the neatest trinkets for her young nephew. There was a wild story about how she had acquired each of them, of course." He looked at the box. "I sure would like to hear the story about this one..." he trailed off for a moment, and then shook himself out of his reverie. "Anyway, I brought the box home and made a few half-hearted attempts at solving it over the first few days, but didn't get very far. By the time this past Monday rolled around, I didn't have much hope of solving it, and just fiddled with it while watching TV or whatever. Then, I had an epiphany!" He pointed at his computer desk. "Next stop, my computer." They floated over toward it, and as they approached his desk chair, Jack orchestrated her rotation on his shaft so that she was sitting in his lap, her back to his chest, her delicious butt seated on his crotch. He wasn't buried in her quite as deeply in this position, but a quick lengthening of his cock fixed this, although he realized he had to be at a ridiculous measurement at this point. He also couldn't resist a quick reach-around boob fondle as they settled into the seat. Genie didn't seem to mind a bit. "My idea was this: I scanned each side of the box on my scanner here, which creates a digital picture of whatever is laying on the glass. Does that make any sense?" "Yes, I have a basic concept of what the scanner does." "Good." He woke up his workstation and pulled up the graphic files of her box. "Ok, once I had the six sides scanned, I traced each piece in this program and separated it so that I could move it around like a jig saw puzzle piece – that took forever – then I started the process of solving your puzzle on the screen, which also took forever. When I was finally done, I started on the real thing. That took two forevers." "So you used these very modern devices to help solve an ancient puzzle?" "Yup." Then the phrasing of her statement raised a small flag of concern. "Was that cheating?" She looked up over her shoulder at him, her long hair tickling his chest, and smiled. "There isn't any such thing, Jack. Your hand solved my puzzle and opened my box. That is all that matters... and I think your solution was actually fairly brilliant, actually." "Whew! Thanks! Thought I might be in trouble there for a minute." "No trouble, Master." She turned back to the computer screen. "So this is where you work? Can you show me what you do?" "Sure." She also had a basic general concept of what computers did, and what the internet was, but he had to give her some background on the history and reasons for graphic design, desktop publishing, and website development before he could show her a few of his current projects. She was fascinated by it all, which lead to a fascination about the internet in general. "Will you show me how to operate this, please, Jack?" "Sure." He found her to be, not surprisingly, a quick study. In a very short time she had taken control of the mouse and keyboard and was merrily bouncing around the internet. She clicked links however her fancy struck her. One moment she would be reading about world events, and a couple of clicks later she would be looking at the latest trendy fashions. Although Jack for the life of him could not say what meandering path she took to get there, she inevitably reached a porn site, and became even more engrossed than before. Professional curiosity, Jack mused to himself. Before she could get far, though, she ran afoul of the membership restrictions. She looked at him conspiratorially. He shrugged. "Hey, if you can get us free porn without getting caught, infected with viruses, or deluged with spam, go for it." Her eyes flashed, she typed in a user name and password, and was in. Jack laughed in delight. The entirety of the internet's porn collection was theirs to peruse! She devoured the porn as voraciously as she did the rest of the internet, although at a much slower pace, as Jack was also devouring it over her shoulder. They frequently stopped when one or the other saw something particularly interesting, or to discuss or laugh about something. Jack was intrigued to find no subject was too kinky for her. From group sex to all girls to bondage to being fucked senseless by machines, she enjoyed it all. He was getting LOTS of ideas. He was going to have to write all this shit down somewhere. He was also getting really horny again. He resumed his lazy automatic screwing and reach-around fondling. This made their perusal quite a bit more enjoyable. Soon, though, they ran into another small frustration; most of the time when they found a juicy video teaser somewhere on the internet, they could visit the site it advertised and view the whole thing for free thanks to Genie's magic passwords. But on a few occasions the teasers led to sites which wanted you to buy a DVD. After running across this for roughly the tenth time, Jack had another small epiphany. "Would you like to watch some of those DVDs we've seen?" She considered this for a moment, and then looked over her shoulder. "Sure. Some of them looked very...interesting." Jack grinned. "Ok, then. I wish for oh, say, the 200 most 'interesting' adult DVD's available, including the ones we have seen today. And, as I think it would be most enjoyable to watch them in bed where we can fool around while we watch, and perhaps even try a few things we see, I would like a big, high end, high definition flat panel TV hanging over the bed, with high end DVD player and the latest surround sound audio, all so we can take full advantage of the new DVDs offering 'high quality video and sound which make you feel like you are actually there'," he quoted from their advertising. He paused, then added as another thought struck him. "Also, we should probably have high definition cable TV hooked up to it with all the movie and adult channels unlocked, and a video connection from the PC to the TV, plus wireless keyboard and mouse, so that we can continue to surf the porn from the comfort of the bed." He looked at her in expectation. Genie Chronicles Ch. 07 She narrowed her eyes at him, and he was halfway expecting her to say she couldn't do it, just so he wouldn't have the satisfaction of getting the damned DVD player he kept bringing up. But then he felt the tingle, and she said, "Done." He turned to look at the 'bedroom' of the studio apartment, and saw a large, sleek flat panel TV hanging from the high raftered ceiling at perfect viewing height over the bed. It even looked like its position and angle were adjustable. Attached to the TV were the center and front speakers of the surround sound setup, while the rear speakers and subwoofer were concealed artfully at the base of the bed. The DVD player and audio receiver were unobtrusively installed in one of the nightstands, and a custom universal remote, wireless keyboard and wireless mouse sat by his alarm clock. He raised his fists in the air and shouted "YES!" triumphantly, nearly knocking Genie off of his lap. He caught her. "Oops, sorry. Wait, where are the DVDs?" Genie pointed at his bookshelf, and he uttered a startled, "Oh!" Where once there had been a bookshelf containing around 20 DVDs, a few books, and some knickknacks, there now was a bookshelf crammed almost top to bottom with DVDs. The books were squeezed into what was left of the top shelf, and there were no knickknacks. They had been sprinkled elsewhere. "Um... cool, although we will probably have to find another place for those before we have any company." His attention returned to the AV system, and he started bouncing in the chair like a kid (giving Genie a little thrilling ride in the process. He was too tech-horny to notice). Pointing at the bed, he demanded, "Fly us over there! Fly us over there!" They lifted off from the computer chair and floated over to sit on the bed. Genie was still sitting in his lap with her back to his chest, and in this position they both had to crane their necks to look almost straight up at the TV. Jack grabbed the remote, and after a little experimentation got the TV to move a couple of feet toward the foot of the bed, while rotating to still give them the perfect viewing angle. He then awkwardly fiddled around with the pillows trying to prop them up before admitting defeat and asking Genie to create a nice soft cushion to support them. She did, and then lay back on his chest. He sighed contentedly. "How about floating one of those high-end porno DVDs into the player." A case removed itself from the shelf, opened, and the DVD floated to the player, which obligingly opened to accept it. Jack fiddled with the remote a moment more, and then they were enjoying high resolution, surround-sound smut. Jack snuggled back into the cushion, and Genie snuggled back into Jack. Jack quickly discovered that, not only were they in a lovely position to enjoy the show, but were also ideally situated for him to reach around with one hand to lazily play with a clit, while reaching around with the other hand to fondle a breast. Meanwhile, as Jack had at some point stopped his lazy screwing, again at full mast within her, the cock milking resumed. Thus, they leisurely stimulated each other while the folks on-screen went at it with much more vigor. Around half an hour later an approaching climax to the 'story' on-screen excited them sufficiently to enjoy their own leisurely climaxes. Jack then cut off the system for the moment, and hugged Genie. "Thanks for the awesome system, and the awesome company, Genie." He could hear but not see her smile. "You are very welcome, Jack." He sighed. "I'm hungry again. I don't think I'm up for another creative food wish at the moment, so I guess I'll order a pizza. Would you mind if we take a break from our all-day copulation?" It was her turn to sigh, in (mostly) mock regret. "No, I guess not, Jack." He smiled, then gently rolled them on their sides and pulled out of her. This time her sigh of regret sounded completely genuine. He felt a bit regretful himself, but it also felt pretty good to stand up and move around a bit. "What kind of pizza do you like?" "Well, as I have never actually tasted it, I really don't know. However, it's likely that whatever you pick I will enjoy." "Ok, supreme it is." He picked up the phone and dialed the number by memory. After he hung up, he asked. "Can you tell me if Stan is delivering tonight?" "Not yet. I need an erotic reason." "Well, he's a good kid, trying to work his way through college, and if he is, I think I'll let you answer the door." She raised an eyebrow at him. ---------- Stan Shelland pulled up to the apartment building, slung open his door, grabbed the pizza carrier, and trotted inside and up the three flights of stairs. While he didn't much like the climb, he was always glad to deliver pizzas to Jack. The guy ordered often, was always nice, even when Stan was running behind, and always gave good tips. He reached Jack's door and rang the buzzer. A few seconds later it opened. "Hey, Jack! Here's your piz..." This wasn't Jack. This was definitely not Jack. This was an unbelievably hot girl, completely nude except for skimpy g-string panties and long dark red hair covering her otherwise bare tits. She smiled, and his brain froze. "Hi, Stan!" she exclaimed, as if they had known each other for years. "Jack's in the bathroom, but he signed this check and asked me to fill out the rest. Is that ok?" "Uh..." She waited, a patient, friendly expression on her face. "Sure," he finally managed. "Great! How much is it?" "Uh..." He was finding it impossible to tear his eyes away from her to look at the price printed on the box, and there was no way he was going to actually remember the amount. After waiting several moments, she looked down at the box, revealing and hiding tantalizing bits of cleavage as she did. "Fifteen seventy five, correct?" He nodded dumbly. She could have said any amount and he would have done the same. "Ok, let's see here..." She held the checkbook in her left hand and tried to fill out the check with the pen in her right, but her long hair kept getting in the way. Finally, with an exasperated expression, she tossed her head to flip the hair over her left shoulder, revealing one full, perfect tit. Stan's cock sprang to instant rock-ness, and his knees almost buckled. This shit never happened in real life! Obstacle out of the way, she completed the check and tore it from the book, having to stop in the middle and finish it very carefully, as it wasn't tearing out cleanly, and threatened to rip in half. Finally done, she handed it to Stan, or tried to. "Here you go, Stan." Eyes glued to her nipple, his hand came up blindly and groped for the check. Once he finally took it, she reached out and gently took the pizza box from his other hand. "Thanks Stan!" He stood there for a while longer, until he finally realized it was time to go. He stumbled backward, still looking at her, as she for some reason had not closed the door yet. Reaching the stairs, he turned, lest he fall down them backwards, and stiffly started to descend. No one believed him when he got back to the restaurant, of course. Just as well, he realized. He definitely wanted to be the one to continue to deliver pizzas to Jack's apartment. A bit later he realized the tip was for more than the pizza itself. Much later he had the most awesome dream, and for the first time ever he DIDN'T wake up before the good part, nor did the memories of the dream fade the next morning as they always had before. ---------- Taking their pizza, a couple of paper plates, napkins, and cans of soda back to the bed, Jack and Genie feasted as they watched a more traditional DVD on the big screen; a blockbuster drama which quickly had Genie completely engrossed. After that they resumed their reclined, spooned, impaled position for a light comedy, Genie's wonderful laughter ringing out at even the stupidest jokes, the resulting vibrations again doing interesting things to Jack's buried shaft. At the conclusion of the second movie, Jack decided it was bedtime. After a week of puzzle solving and magic sex, he had not yet come up with a way to wish up a sexual fortune, so tomorrow was still a work day. Again Genie offered, "Would you like to experience a fantasy tonight, Jack?" When he again declined, she looked slightly miffed, apparently because she thought he was not taking full advantage of her abilities. "I will experience fantasies, I promise. I'm simply still enjoying you, the ultimate fantasy, and I don't want to rush that." She smiled, appeased, and they turned to lay spooned, her back to his front, his shaft still filling her tight passage completely, and drifted off to sleep. Genie Chronicles Ch. 08 The next morning it was Jack's cell phone that woke them. “Hello?” “Mr. Phillips?” a professionally cheerful voice asked. “Yes?” “This is Miss Jefferies at Smith and Brown Distributing. Ms. Krieger has called an emergency meeting for this morning, and your attendance is required.” “What time?” “Nine AM.” “Uh, it's now eight fifteen.” “Yes, sir.” “Well, please inform Ms. Krieger that I am on my way and will be there as soon as I can, but it takes 45 minutes to get there with no traffic.” “Very well, sir. Good morning.” Jack jumped out of bed and ran to his workstation to double-check his e-mail. He confirmed there was nothing new from good old S&B, his ‘nightmare client’. Feeling slightly better, he rushed through his morning ablutions and dressed while talking to Genie. “I have an emergency meeting, then a meeting with a potential new client. Do you want to come with me or hang out here?” “Do you mind if I come with you?” “No, but you will need to come as your ghost self again, at least once we get close to their office.” "Ok." Jack grabbed his laptop case and they dashed out the door at eight thirty. It took them just over an hour to get to the office building, record time in Monday morning traffic, although Jack didn't drive particularly fast or recklessly. He decided early in the commute that he was not going to be pushed around by S&B anymore. They were once a great client to work with, but after a wholesale staff change a couple of months ago, things had quickly gone down hill. They were now erratic and unrealistically demanding, mostly due to the administration of one Ms. Krieger, the new operations manager. Genie disappeared from the passenger seat as they pulled into the parking lot. Jack parked, entered the building, rode the elevator up to S&B's floor, and presented himself to the receptionist at almost exactly 9:45. “Yes, Mr. Phillips, they are waiting for you in the conference room.” “Thanks.” He walked to the proper door and quietly opened it and entered the room. Ms. Krieger turned her prune faced, steel gray hair-bunned countenance toward him immediately. “Mr. Phillips, you are forty five minutes late. That is completely unacceptable.” He had been expecting something like this, and was prepared. “Ms. Krieger, you will need to take that up with whoever chose to call me at eight fifteen this morning to attend a meeting at nine. It takes forty five minutes to drive here with absolutely no traffic. This was common knowledge to your predecessors. It is completely ridiculous to expect me to get here in that amount of time during Monday morning rush hour, not to mention the additional time I need to gather my materials. In the future, if you request my presence at a meeting, you will give me sufficient notice if you expect me to arrive on time.” Ms. Krieger stared at him coldly as he took a seat, a stare he knew she used on many of her employees to dominate them. He stared calmly back, refusing to be kowtowed. It was remarkable what having your own Genie did for one's backbone, even if she was 'only' a sexual one. As they continued the stare-down, he smiled inwardly. He was fairly certain it was she herself who had directed he be called at eight fifteen for a nine o'clock meeting, and thus that he had just implied she was pretty much an uninformed idiot. She finally harrumphed and said, “We'll get back to you in a few minutes, Mr. Phillips.” She turned her glare on someone else. As he waited, he woke up his laptop and pulled his files for S&B from his bag, figuring he would need them in the coming confrontation. He then idly looked around the table, pulling up the magic tote board on the women to pass the time. There were only two women, and that was if you counted Ms. Krieger. He checked her first, wondering if her dominating practice at work was part of some larger dominance thing she had going on. Aside from lacking her virginity, though, her tote board was almost puritanically bland. He then looked at Margaret, one of the few old employees left in the meeting, and a fairly cool one. Before he could read anything on her though, she noticed his gaze and looked back. He indicated Ms. Krieger with a twitch of his head and rolled his eyes. She bit her upper lip to stop from grinning. Luckily Ms. Krieger was squawking in another direction and didn't notice. Margaret returned her attention to the tirade, and he returned his to her tote board. He studied it for a moment, then thought, Genie? Yes, Jack? What am I seeing here? It looks like her sexual interest is fairly high and varied, while her experience, while fairly frequent, is pretty narrow. Does that mean anything in particular? Just that she is fairly typical of many women her age. How so? Jack asked. Well, it's a similar situation to what we discussed the other day in the mall. Just as this society's traditions and stereotypes prevent many young men and women from enjoying sexual activity until long after they are actually ready, so do those traditions and stereotypes prevent women, and to a lesser extent men, from experiencing as wide a variety of sexual activities as they would like for fear of endangering their standing in society. That's pretty deep. To translate, she doesn't want to suggest anything that might be seen as kinky by her sexual partners because she doesn't want to look like a slut or a freak? Pretty much, Jack, although it goes a bit beyond that. She also worries about her career if her reputation is 'tarnished’, things like that. I see. Does she have a boyfriend? She has someone who she sees fairly regularly. They are both career driven, so it's currently mostly a sexual relationship. Ok, and does he also have some activities he might like to try, but hesitates to suggest or request them for similar reasons? Yes. Well, what say we have them loosen up around each other enough to discuss what they would like to try, knowing that they won't be judged by the other person. They should try what they are both comfortable with. Even if a particular activity doesn't really interest one of them, that person might gladly participate in exchange for the same consideration from the other for a different activity. And each should feel safe in the knowledge that, no matter how their relationship ends, if it does, they will both be discreet about their sexual activities. Will that work ok without changing their personalities, you know, who they are? Tingle. That should work fine, Jack. Ok, then make it so! Goodness knows she needs something fun in her life, what with having to work every day in the hell hole this place has become. Right on cue, Ms. Krieger barked, “Mr. Phillips. Would you care to explain why our latest pricing schedule is not yet posted on our website, a clear violation of our contract with you?” He took a moment to refocus his attention on her and collect his thoughts. “Because you have not sent me the price file. The last one I received was last month's.” “Not true, Mr. Phillips, and even the one you mention was posted late, also in violation of our contract. Mr. Wesson?” She turned to one of the cronies she had brought in with her to replace existing staff. Mr. Wesson turned a smarmy smirk Jack's way. “I sent you the pricing file Friday afternoon at four PM, Mr. Phillips,” he said, indicating his own laptop. “I see. Odd that I never received it. My e-mail server has not been down. Would you mind showing me the message?” “Absolutely,” Mr. Wesson said, obviously relishing the opportunity to prove Jack was shirking his contractual duty. Jack rose and walked behind Mr. Wesson's chair. He studied the message Mr. Wesson highlighted in his sent folder for a moment, and then said, “Um, yeah, Mr. Wesson, the beginning of my e-mail address is spelled j-a-c-k, not h-a-c-k. No wonder the message never arrived. You typed my e-mail address incorrectly.” Mr. Wesson's smirk quickly evaporated as he looked fearfully at Ms. Krieger, but before anyone else could say anything, Jack requested, “Could you click here, please?” indicating Mr. Wesson's inbox. He did, probably to postpone Ms. Krieger's wrath rather than to accommodate a request from Jack. “Now scroll down a bit…. ah, here it is. If you will open that unread message, sent to you a couple of minutes after you attempted to e-mail me, I believe you will find an automatic notification that your e-mail was sent to an invalid e-mail address.” Jack turned to face the harpy. “Ms. Krieger, I'm sorry, but there is no way for me to post a pricing file which was not sent to me. Mr. Wesson's predecessor and I had an informal but effective system in place to prevent this sort of thing, where he would make a follow-up phone call to me after sending the file, just so I knew it was coming. We only needed the system once, near the beginning of my contract, when there was an issue with your e-mail server. When I didn't receive the file within thirty minutes of the time he called, I called him back and he successfully resent the file. Simple and effective. I requested that Mr. Wesson implement the same system, but he refused.” Ms. Krieger glared at Mr. Wesson for a moment, but then turned back to Jack. “Well if your system is so smart it can let Mr. Wesson know that he typed your name wrong, why didn't it just send the message on to you.” Jack took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then replied with obviously forced patience, “Ms. Krieger, what happens if you dial a wrong phone number, an invalid phone number?” She blinked at the apparent change of subject. “Well, the little recording comes on to tell you that you have dialed a phone number which is not in service. What does this have to do with…?” Jack interrupted, “So, if the machine is so smart that it knows you are dialing a wrong number, why doesn't it connect you with the number you meant to dial?” “Well…” He could tell she understood what he was getting at, if not the specifics, and that she didn't want to reply, so he answered for her. “Because the machine can't read your mind to find out which one of the thousands of possible numbers you really meant to call. The same goes for the e-mail server.” She blinked at him for a moment, then rallied and attacked again. “Regardless, Mr. Phillips, our contract clearly states…” “Ms. Krieger,” he interrupted in a firm voice, “let me remind you of a few things in the contract you keep trying to bludgeon me with. It states that the price file you are so concerned about is to be delivered to me no later than eight AM on the second Friday of each month. I then have eight business hours to post it to your website, barring any unforeseen technical problem, the possibilities of which are also outlined in the contract. You mentioned the lateness of last month's posting. That was due to you getting the pricing file to me three business days late. It was posted to your website within two business hours of my receipt. This was not a breach of contract on my part. “This month's file is not posted yet because I have not received it due to multiple errors by one of your own staff members. One: he mistyped my email address, an address which should have been in his address book since he uses it on a regular basis, by the way. Two: he chose to ignore an obvious error message which he received within a couple of minutes of sending the original file, and three: he chose to abandon a working backup plan without being willing to explore any alternatives. None of this is my fault. “Oh, and by the way, Mr. Wesson just proudly mentioned his attempt to send me the file on Friday at four PM. That’s six business hours after your own deadline. If I had received that file at four on Friday, I would have until three today to post it per the stipulations in the contract. You called me in one and a quarter business hours after you thought you had sent the file.” He paused, but before Ms. Krieger could respond, he said, “One other thing the contract stipulates, something I notice has not been a topic of your discussion, is that I am to be paid my fee on the first day of each month. I have not received last month's payment, or this month's. This puts you over forty five days past due, and definitely IS a gross breach of contract, wouldn't you say?” He couldn't resist adding, “You have read the contract, right?” At this point she looked about ready to lose it, apparently not knowing how to handle having her will so stymied by anyone, especially a lowly contractor. Through gritted teeth, she said, “Mr. Phillips, you will accompany Mr. Wesson to his office to obtain the price file, after which you will work in a spare cubicle until the website has been updated.” “No Ms. Krieger, I will not. Per the contract, if at any time your payments to me are more than 30 days overdue, any and all support of your website will halt until ALL overdue fees are paid. Out of professional courtesy, I had planned to update your website on Friday before informing you of the halt until fees were paid. At this point, I am afraid I will need all payments before any more work is done. But I will do this,” he looked at his watch, “I have a meeting with another client at one PM, after which I can stop back by here and…” “YOU HAVE OTHER CLIENTS?!“ Ms. Krieger all but shouted, her eyes bugging out. He expected her to start foaming at the mouth. “Wait…right…here,” she sputtered, and stormed quickly out of the room. Mystified, Jack looked around the table to try to get some clue as to what this latest insanity was. He didn't get much, though, as everyone looked to be intently studying the toes of their shoes, perhaps wishing they could join them under the table. So, he shrugged and waited calmly. A moment later she stormed back in. Sounding like a school headmistress addressing a misbehaving child, she said, “You will come with me, boy. Now.” Jack rose. “Ms. Krieger, you will speak to me in a professional manner or this meeting is over.” She smiled a nasty smile. “Very Well. Mr. Phillips, would you please come with me. Mr. Brown would like a few words with you.” This resulted in a few gasps from around the table. Mr. Brown was one of the co-Presidents of the company. The other, Mr. Smith, had passed away several years ago. Jack smiled back. “Certainly,” he said cheerfully. He followed her down the hall and into an elaborately but tastefully decorated office. Behind the desk sat an erect, elderly gentleman. “Mr. Brown, here he is,” Ms. Krieger said obsequiously. The elderly man looked up from the papers he was reading. “Mr. Phillips, I understand that you are guilty of several severe subcontractor contract infringements. Would you care to explain yourself, or do we need to do this in the courtroom?” “Well, sir, may I ask first whether you have read the contract in question?” “No, not your particular one, but Ms. Krieger has filled me in on all the pertinent facts.” “Sir, it has become quite apparent over the last hour or so that Ms. Krieger has pretty much no clue what is in my contract.” She started sputtering at this, but Jack continued, “I respectfully but strongly recommend that you read the contract in its entirety before we continue. I have a photocopy of the signed contract here if you don't wish to take the time to find your original.” “Copies can be altered,” Ms. Krieger hissed. Jack turned to confront her. “Ms. Krieger, your accusation is unprofessional and illogical. Both your company and I have signed and notarized copies of the original contract. What good would it do me to try to pass off an altered photocopy?” He turned to Mr. Brown, “Sir, if this is the kind of treatment I continue to receive from your employee, then we CAN continue this in the courtroom.” “That's enough, Ms. Krieger. Let me have the contract, son.” Jack handed him the papers, then sat down to wait. He passed the time by toying with the idea of giving Ms. Krieger an irresistible compulsion to fuck German Shepards. Finally Mr. Brown said, “Very well. Now, Ms. Krieger, please tell me your concerns again.” “Well, sir, Mr. Phillips refuses to uphold his end of the contract and post our pricing on the website in a timely manner. Even worse, he has other clients.” Mr. Brown turned to Jack. “What's your response to the first issue, son?” “Sir, per the contract you just read, if you are more than 30 days overdue in payment, all support of your website halts until all overdue fees are paid.” “Yes, I saw that. So?” “You are more than 45 days overdue now, sir.” “What?!” He turned to Ms. Krieger. “You know we have never been overdue on payment of an invoice unless there was some issue with it. It's one of the traditions of this company. I assume you can give me a good reason why this young man has not been paid?” She sputtered, “Well, he was several days late in getting last month's pricing posted, and…” Jack just shook his head. Mr. Brown noticed, and raised an eyebrow. Jack said “Sir, as Ms. Krieger and I have already discussed, last month's pricing was posted three business days late because your employees sent the information to me to post three business days late. Per the contract, I have eight business hours to post it after I receive it. It was posted in two business hours, even though it was off the regular schedule. I even called the previous Friday afternoon, the day the pricing was supposed to be sent, and was told I would have it 'soon.' Oh, and by this time, last month's fee was already almost three weeks overdue.” Mr. Brown turned back to Ms. Krieger. She just opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of the tank. Obviously barely controlling his anger, Mr. Brown said to Jack. “Ms. Krieger's second concern has more validity. It has been a very strict policy of this company that all subcontractors work only for us. More recently, we have added a second requirement that all subcontractors work here, onsite. While it now looks like you have been working with us in good faith, and I see in reading your contract that somehow these subcontractor requirements were left out completely,” he said this last while glaring at Ms. Krieger again, who paled further and made gestures as if to indicate that she had nothing to do with writing the contract, “the issues we are currently experiencing seem to support the wisdom of at least the second requirement. If you were working here, these delivery problems could have been avoided. If we are to continue this contract, then you will need to work here, and exclusively for us.” “Sir, I'm sorry, but that will not happen. I don't believe the contract addendum outlining my fees is part of what you just read, so I'll tell you that if I were to try to live on the fees you pay me alone, I would be living at less than what the government considers poverty level.” “I see.” Mr. Brown thought for a moment. “Would you consider coming aboard as an employee?” Jack sighed. “Sir, if you had asked me this question a couple of months ago, I would have seriously considered the possibility. The folks here at the time were a joy to work with. Now? There is no way.” “May I ask why?” “Well, there are two reasons, sir, the second stemming from the first. The first is that I could not work for the people you have now placed under you,” he looked pointedly and Ms. Krieger, then continued “and secondly, if those people keep running your company the way they are now, we would all be looking for new jobs again in, oh, nine months or so.” Now some of Mr. Brown's anger was directed his way. “Are you saying, after almost fifty years of being in business, I don't know how to run my business.” “No sir, I'm saying the people you now have under you don't, and I'd be willing to bet the money you owe me that, if something doesn't change, Smith and Brown will no longer exist this time next year.” Genie Chronicles Ch. 08 Mr. Brown glared at him for a moment more, and then sighed. “Well, Mr. Phillips, it looks like we have no other option but to exercise the 30 day release clause in the contract.” “I understand and agree sir. Do you wish to start the 30 days from the middle of this month, and just pay me for half a month next month, or start the 30 days at the beginning of next month and pay the full month?” “I’ll need to discuss that with my staff. May I get back to you with an answer in a day or so?” “Yes sir.” Jack handed Mr. Brown a business card. “If I may suggest, I wouldn’t wait too long to make and implement your plans for transitioning your website to someone else.” “Why?” “Well, sir, your website now lives on my server. At the time we signed the contract your company did not have the equipment or personnel to create, host and support the website. I don’t believe anything has changed. All of the data on the website is of course yours, but much of the underlying structure running your site is my creation, and belongs to me, again, per the contract. Thus you will need to have someone design your site from scratch again before loading your data back into it. You will also need to find another provider to host it, of course.” Ms. Krieger tried to rally. “Surely that is part of the contract.” “No, ma’am. The current contract is for ongoing maintenance of your website only. There was a separate contract for its initial design. If you wish for me to do the work, it would require a new, separate contract.” He turned back to Mr. Brown. “Sir, I’m willing to do that, and out of appreciation for the business we have done in the past and respect for you, I will give you the best price I can, but I will not do it for free. I will also require at minimum a professional, respectful business relationship is reestablished,” he added, looking at Ms. Krieger again. “I understand, son. You have given me a lot to think over. Someone will be getting back to you in the next few days to arrange another meeting. But for now, what do we need to do to get our current pricing posted?” “Well, as I was just starting to offer to Ms. Krieger when she freaked and ran out of the conference room, I have a meeting with a client at one o’clock. I’m not sure exactly how long the meeting will take, but I will be happy to stop back by here afterwards and pick up my check and the price file. I’ll then post it as quickly as I can. I can’t guarantee it will be up by end of business today, but it will be up by start of business tomorrow, barring any unforeseen issues with the file and so forth.” “That is acceptable, Mr. Phillips. The receptionist will have a check for everything due to you and the file you need when you return. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to have a few words with Ms. Krieger.” “Yes, sir, thank you.” He rose and took a couple of steps toward the door, then turned. “Oh, and Mr. Brown?” “Yes, son?” “Whenever you call me in for the next meeting, can you do so more than forty five minutes before the meeting starts? That amount of time is shorter than my minimum drive-time here.” Glaring at Ms. Krieger, who looked like she was about to pass out, he said, “That won’t be a problem, Mr. Phillips.” Jack said “Thank you, sir,” and beat a dignified yet hasty retreat out the door. ---------- Jack was proud of the way he had handled himself. Cool and calm, he thought, but then he noticed the slight tremor in his hand as he reached to press the down button for the elevator. Well, cool, anyway. Apparently the meeting has his adrenalin pumping more than he thought. Are you ok, Jack? Genie asked as he entered the elevator. He jumped, and then felt guilty for actually forgetting her for awhile. Man, he must be way more stressed than he thought. Yeah, just still wound up from the meeting, and a bit concerned about the loss of income once the 30 days is over. I hope this next meeting goes well, or that I really can come up with a good way to make a profit from some sexual wishes. Any ideas? He felt her grin. Nice try, but I still can’t help with that. I wish I could. Is there anything I can do to help you relax before your next meeting? She said this without any sexual innuendo attached, but then she was a sex Genie riding around in his head. She didn’t need any. He knew what she meant. He looked at his watch as he exited the elevator and headed for the parking lot. Almost noon. “I’d love something, but I don’t think we have time. The next meeting is at one, and I’m not sure how long it will take to get there.” “Don’t forget, I can slow down time for us, Jack.” He thought about this as he approached the car. “Mmmm, tempting, but no. I don’t think I want to get that distracted.” He started the car, backed out of the space, and headed out of the parking lot. Once they were on the road, Genie appeared in the passenger seat. He had a difficult moment or two keeping his eyes on the road, not because of the surprise of her sudden appearance, but because he would much rather look at her than anything else. He had a thought. “You know, there is something I’d like for you to do.” He grinned at her. “Can you guess what it is, without reading me or anything?” “Um,” she looked at him speculatively for a moment, “perform oral sex on you while you drive.” “Hey, you cheated!” “No, I did not. Remember I’m ‘designed’ for you, Jack, so I have a pretty good idea how you think even without resorting to my powers.” “Uh, huh.” He wasn’t sure what to think of that. “Well, would you mind?” “I’d love to, Jack! Would you like me visible or invisible?” She asked, already laying down and squirmed around so her head was face down in his lap. Luckily the front seats had armrests on the sides which could be rotated up and out of the way rather than an armrest on a center console, so she had fairly easy access to his crotch. “Visible, please. Invisible might actually be too distracting.” All he could see was her marvelous mane of hair, but he heard and felt his zipper being opened, then gentle fingers reaching through his fly and extracting his quickly hardening cock. He was a bit surprised when they also gently and patiently pulled his balls through to rest outside his fly. She grasped the base of his shaft, and he held his breath in anticipation of the touch of unseen lips and tongue on his cock. She didn’t make him wait, but even though he was expecting it, he jumped. It was her tongue, and she began licking him like a huge lollypop with long, firm licks. “Uh, you will make sure we don’t wreck if I get too distracted, right?” “Uh, huh,” she confirmed around her tongue. Relaxing as much as he felt was safe, he let Genie work her magic. She made a good stab at trying to find out how many licks it took to get to the chewy, chocolaty (or in this case, white, gooey) center of his lollypop, working her way around and around as she repeatedly licked from her hand up to his tip. Not making enough headway using this method, after ten minutes or so of licking she moved to take his cock between her lips and sucked him slowly down, swirling with her tongue all the way. She moved her hand to caress his balls. He moaned. Although Jack felt a bit of embarrassment at the possibility of being seen from other vehicles, he wasn’t too worried. Most of their route was interstate, and his SUV, as small as it was, still rode higher than the majority of the other cars. This didn’t go for the eighteen-wheelers, of course, but so far the little show they were putting seemed to be going unnoticed. Or not. Whether it was from Genie’s head rising up higher out of his lap once she started sucking him, or simply the trucker looking at just the right time, suddenly there was the blast of an air horn from the passing lane, scaring the crap out of Jack and the little old lady in the car in front of him. Jack nearly swerved off of the road, and would have if Genie’s guardian powers hadn’t kept him in the lane. With any ordinary girl, all of this might have resulted in some serious injury to Jack’s privates. Genie didn’t even twitch. The truck cab had moved a bit ahead, but now it slowed to bring its passenger door back beside Jack’s. He couldn’t see the driver through either the much higher passenger door’s window or the smaller one low on the door which the driver could use to check the right lane before merging, but apparently Genie could. She took her mouth off of his rod long enough to blow the driver a kiss, then inhaled him down to the root, earning her another blast from the horn. Figuring the trucker had enjoyed enough of a show, Jack slowed to let him pass. Genie continued to bob her head, swirl her tongue, and tease and fondle with her fingers for awhile, then switched tactics again to try to get to his gooey center. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she held his cock steady while she began firmly licking up and down its underside with the flat of her tongue, paying particular attention to the underside of his head. Jack had considered the idea of having her put the car on autopilot while she performed her relaxation techniques, but figured that would be cheating. The combination of the near-miss with the truck and now being able to watch what she was made him reconsider. “Um, can you put the car on autopilot, please?” “Uh, huh.” The car started driving itself, and after a momentary freaky feeling, he relaxed even further and watched Genie. As they neared Jack’s exit, Genie switched techniques again, taking just his first couple of inches into her mouth, sucking strongly, and swirling her tongue constantly on the underside of his head. Her hand went back to his balls and massaged. He moaned again. Jack knew he couldn’t last long with this intense stimulation to his most sensitive area. He knew, too, that this was Genie’s intention, so he simply laid his head back and closed his eyes, not caring if anyone saw, anticipating the eruption. It was not long in arriving, although it was very pleasantly long and leisurely once it did. Genie continued her sucking and swirling until she had swallowed every spurt and drop. Once he was done, she moved her head away and waited for him to soften enough to tuck back through his fly. She accomplished this just as they were pulling into the parking lot of the nondescript office park where his potential client was located. A quick flash of her eyes and all evidence left on his pants was gone. “Shall I disappear again, Jack?” “Yes, I’m sorry. And thank you.” She grinned up at him and said, “Any time and as often as you like, Jack,” as she faded from view. Her smile, like a certain cat’s, was the last thing to disappear. And I like being your personal ghost Genie. It’s fun. Jack looked at the clock on the dash. It read 12:55. Perfect. He exited the car and entered the suite marked F.I. Inc. A cute, cheerful receptionist said, “Good afternoon! Can I help you?” “Yes, I’m Jack Phillips, here to see Mr. Bremer for a one o’clock appointment.” “Ah, just one moment please.” She picked up her phone and dialed. “There is a Mr. Phillips here to see you… Yes sir.” She hung up. “If you will take a seat, he will be out in just a moment.” “Thanks.” Jack sat and looked around the completely nondescript reception area. He had no clue what F.I. Inc. did. All he knew was that Mr. Bremer had called asking for a meeting to discuss some website design, as one of Jack’s current clients had recommended him. The reception area gave him no clues. The door leading toward the rest of the suite opened and a man of medium build stepped through. He looked around, spotted Jack, smiled, and extended his hand. “Mr. Phillips? I’m Nick Bremer.” Jack stood and shook his hand “Nice to meet you, Mr. Bremer.” Firm hand shake, easy, genuine smile, slightly pudgy, Dockers and a slightly rumpled blue oxford shirt with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows. Jack liked him already. But then he did something a bit odd. “Shelly, can you give us a couple of minutes, please?” “Yes, sir,” the receptionist said, and got up and stepped through the door Nick had just come through. Nick turned back to Jack. “Mr. Phillips, there’s something we need to get out of the way before we go any further. I’ve found it is best to do this in person, not over the phone, and in private,” he paused, “F.A. incorporated is the parent company of Forbidden Indulgences, one of the largest online adult novelty companies in the world.” Jack couldn’t help himself. “You’ve GOT to be shitting me.” Genie Chronicles Ch. 09 Nick's smile evaporated, and he sighed. "I can see this is an issue for you, Mr. Phillips. That's why I do this first, in case our type of business is offensive to..." "Mr. Bremer, I'm sorry. My reaction was very unprofessional. Please believe that I have no problem with your type of business. I was simply surprised by a... very large coincidence." "Are you sure?" Nick asked, giving him an odd look, probably wondering what could possibly be a coincidence with meeting an adult toy distributor as a potential client. "Yes sir, very." "Well, then, come on in, and call me Nick. Can I call you Jack? "Yes sir...Nick." "Brace yourself, Jack." Jack discovered what he was to brace himself against almost as soon as he walked through the door. It looked like, well, like the offices of an adult toy distributor inside. There were posters of dildos, samples of dildos, golden dildos mounted on plaques, and all of the above repeated for almost any other adult toy one might imagine. Jack followed Nick toward his office, slowly, as he couldn't help but look around. Apparently expecting this, Nick walked slowly ahead of him. His office, when they finally got there, was much the same; a nicely appointed space, except for where one might find knickknacks, artwork, etc., there were sex toys. "Have a seat, Jack. As you know, you were recommended to me by Phil Racey over at VintCo. He said you had designed their website, so I looked it over. It's very impressive." "Thank you." "You're welcome." He paused "We currently have a website. It's functional, but it's, well, it's kind of ugly, and a bit trashy. Also, it was designed by an employee who has gone on to other things, so keeping it updated has become a bit of a problem, and almost seventy percent of our business is through internet orders." "I see." Jack indicated Nick's monitor. "Is it available here? Can I see it?" "Sure." Nick rotated the monitor so they could both see it, and then double-clicked on a bookmark shortcut on his desktop to bring up the site. He was right; it was functional, ugly, and trashy. "Yeah, this is a standard off the shelf e-retail package your guy or girl customized a bit for your business. I can help you keep it updated if you want." "Well, we might get you to do that for the short term, but what we would really like to do is overhaul the whole thing. We are looking for something a bit more... elegant, tasteful. One of our long term business goals is to try to make our type of product accepted as more mainstream, and not viewed as quite so... seedy, if you catch my drift." "I do..." The door burst open then, and Jack saw something he would remember for the rest of his days; a short, plump, white haired woman who just had to be someone's grandmother, brandishing a two foot long double dildo with which she looked to be about to flog Nick, or would have if it hadn't been split almost in two across the middle. "Nick, these double dongs are crap! This isn't even a return! This one split when we went to ship it, although the returns on this have been absolutely killing us." It was only then that she noticed Jack. She nodded to him and smiled. "Hello, young man." She went back to glaring at Nick. "Jack, this is Alice White, our shipping, receiving and returns manager. Alice, this is Jack Phillips, our potential new web designer." Alice held out the hand which wasn't holding the dildo. "Nice to meet you, Jack." Jack stood to shake it. "The pleasure is all mine, Alice," he said, eyeing the dildo. Returns? They accepted returns? Yuk! Alice just smiled at his gaze, and then turned back to Nick when he said, "I'm sorry Alice, you know those things are made in mainland China. We have no quality control, and can't return anything to them. We will just have to pull them until we can find another supplier." "Very well." She bustled out the door with a, "Bye, Jack, hope to see you around the office." She was gone before he could respond. "She's a sweet lady, but she runs her department like a little drill sergeant. Anyway, back to what we were talking about... oh, yeah, the new website. So, what would be the next step?" "Well, we should probably discuss in general what you would like your site to look like, what you want it to offer, etcetera. Then I will take a few days, make a mock-up or two of possible websites and write up the corresponding quotes. We can set up a meeting for later this week or whenever so you can see what I have done." "Sounds good." They spent the next hour discussing what Nick wanted the new website to be while Jack took extensive notes. "Alright, I think I have almost everything, just a couple more questions; do you have any company artwork or logos you would like for me to use for the site?" Nick thought this over for a moment. "Yeah, we've got a new logo for the next issue of our print catalogs. I've got some printed examples, but nothing in electronic form." "That would be fine, I can scan it and work from there." Nick started digging through a drawer. "And the last question is, would it be possible to borrow a couple examples of your products. They can even be defects like the dildo Ms. White just brought in, although I don't think I want to take any 'returns.'" Nick handed over a mock-up of the logo, smiling at Jack's last statement. "I think we can accommodate you. What do you want them for?" "I thought I'd try my hand at doing a few photos to match the styles of the sample websites." ""Oh, you do that? We usually have to send the items off to a photographer." Jack shrugged. "I've done a little. It doesn't take quite as high end equipment when you are shooting for the web, as the resolution is fairly low. You still have to get the lighting and everything correct, though." "Well, how about a little tour of our facility, and we can pick up a few items along the way." "Sure!" It turned out that they leased several adjacent suites. Most of the area was warehouse space, as this was one of their main distribution points as well as their home office. Jack had thought he had seen every toy imaginable in the front office, but he quickly found out how wrong he was. There were items back here for which he had no clue as to their purpose. Genie knew, though. Vibrating nipple clamps...G-spot vibrator...anal beads... Nick told Jack to pick whatever he wanted, so Jack chose half a dozen or so of the most interesting items, consulting Genie as he went. As they headed back toward the front door, Nick said, "Just call me when you want to set up the next meeting. Oh! I forgot to mention that Susan Cooper, our VP in charge of purchasing, couldn't be here today. She's out on a last minute 'shopping trip' - I need to call her to see if she can find any double dildos," he muttered to himself, then continued, "but both she and Ms. White will be in on the next meeting to see what you have put together." "Sounds fine" He shook Nick's hand. "Oh! And I in turn meant to mention earlier that I can help you with your print catalog, too. It would give you some continuity from print catalog to online. It would mean shooting the photos at a much higher resolution so they could be used for both web and print, but that shouldn't be too big of a deal." "Hmmm. That's a great idea, although we are a little late for the upcoming catalog. We do one every three months, though, so if we do the website, this is certainly a possibility for the next one." "Ok. I should be calling in a few days." "Sounds good. Talk to you then." Jack was embarrassed to be carrying the armload of toys by the receptionist, but all she said was a cheerful, "Have a nice day, Mr. Phillips!" "You, too!" She did see this stuff all the time, after all. He wondered how much of it she had tried herself. This was a question to be explored later, though. Jack felt his plate was full at the moment, sexual and not. After packing his armload in the back of the car he got in and headed back toward S&B. Genie appeared once they were on the road. "How are you Jack?" "Good, just thinking about all the stuff I've got to do." The trip back to S&B was quiet, as Jack did his thinking and Genie studied the world passing by. She had been too busy on the trip out to see any of it. The receptionist at Smith & Brown had what was promised; his full payment and the pricing file burned to CD. He thanked her and headed out and home, making quick detours to deposit the check and to grab them sandwiches for a late lunch/early dinner. It was almost five o'clock when they got back to the apartment. Once inside, Jack asked, "Genie, can you hang out while I get this price file posted. I want it out of the way." "Sure, Jack." Jack sat down at his desk, woke up his workstation, and logged into the leased web servers he used to host the websites of any clients who didn't have their own. It was a matter of only about fifteen minutes to get the price file posted and tested, although he would never let S&B know how little time it took. He then checked his e-mail, answered a few messages, and made a quick requested change to another client's website. He logged out, stood, and stretched. "Genie, can you come over to the bed, please?" "Sure Jack." She rose cat-like from the couch and walked over to him. "Genie, until I say otherwise, I do not wish for you to read me in any way, understand." She looked surprised and a little concerned. "Yes, Jack." "Very well. Remove all of your clothes, please." "By hand, or by magic?" she asked in a subdued voice. "Magic. I want you nude. Now." She was instantly, gloriously naked. "Good, now please lie spread-eagled on the bed, and tie you comfortably but firmly in place. "Yes, master." She did as she was instructed, and as soon as her arms and legs were spread, they were tightly bound with rope at ankle and wrist. "Is this correct, master?" "Um, no, use those padded restraints we saw today, the foam-lined ones." The rope changed to thick leather cuffs, closed with Velcro straps and lined with neoprene foam. "Good. Now, you will tell me, from head to toe, where your most ticklish locations are. Purely ticklish, not the erogenous areas." She swallowed. "Yes, Master. My armpits, my upper sides, my belly and lower sides, the inside of my thighs, the insides of my knees, and my feet. "Ok." He paused. "Genie, I have a concern. I just can't believe everything that happened today was a coincidence. Most likely losing the S&B account, then turning around and finding out my potential new account is an adult toy distributor? This is all just too much to swallow. I want you to tell me what you did today." She looked at him imploringly, "But Master! I didn't..." she stopped when he held up his hand, commanding her to silence. "I'm sorry, but you leave me no other choice." He paused again and looked her speculatively up and down. "I think we'll start with the armpits. I would like two invisible hands to tickle you there, one in each." Genie immediately started to squirm and giggle. Jack added, "Those hands should be expert at what tickles you the most, although you do not know what they are going to do from moment to moment." Genie's giggles turned into laughter as her squirming increased, both of which did wonderful things to her perfect breasts. Jack slowly removed his clothes and hung them in the closet to the soundtrack of Genie's lovely if harassed laughter. Then he returned to the bed and lay down beside her, head propped up on his hand, to watch. Apparently the touch of the hands was not enough to leave much of an impression on her skin, so he couldn't quit tell what was going on. "Make the hands translucent." The ghostly hands appeared, looking as if they were made of smoke. "Slightly more solid looking." They became a bit more substantial, but he could still see through them without a problem. He watched as their finger tips swirled in fluttery, random patterns against her skin. He reached out with his free hand and tried to imitate their touch. He figured he was getting it fairly right when the volume of her laughter increased. He let the fingers do their work for awhile longer as Genie continued to laugh and squirm. Finally he said, "Pause them." Genie stopped squirming and relaxed on the bed, panting a bit. "Now, are you ready to tell me the truth and admit to the things you did to influence today's events?" "But Master, I..." "Resume the hands," she resumed her squirming and laughing, "and add another pair - no, two - equally talented, on your belly and lower sides." Four more ghostly hands appeared and immediately attacked her stomach and the areas just above her hips. The hands on her stomach made similar motions to the ones on her armpits, but the ones on her sides dug in more firmly. Genie's volume increased to full blown gales of laughter, and her squirming became thrashing. Jack watched for a few minutes, and then got up to take a piss. It was a bit of a challenge, and took him awhile, as his cock was rock hard. After washing his hands he returned to the bed. Using both hands this time, he again tried to imitate what the translucent fingers were doing until he got a sufficient response from Genie. "Pause." She lay panting, much more heavily this time. "Had enough yet? Are you ready to tell me the truth and admit to the things you did to influence what happened today?" "Master...I..." "Very well, resume," She shrieked as the fingers started again, then settled back down to steady gales of laughter, at least until Jack said, "and add another pair of expert hands on you ribs." Then she shrieked in laughter pretty much continuously, her thrashing becoming more violent and her hair began to fly as she tried in vain to escape the tormenting fingers. Jack rose again and went to the fridge for a soda. He returned, grabbed the remote for the big screen TV, and surfed the regular channels, then the movie channels, then the porn channels, all the while leisurely enjoying his drink. He had to turn up the volume quite a bit to hear it over Genie's shrieks as the fingers tormented her, never relenting for a second, always knowing just what to do to achieve and maintain maximum results yet never letting her know what to expect. Finding nothing worth watching, Jack flipped off the TV and turned back to Genie. He repeated his ritual of studying then trying to emulate what the latest pair of hands was doing. Finally satisfied that he had the hang of it, he said. "Pause." Genie collapsed to stillness on the bed, gasping for breath, covered with a fine sheen of sweat. "NOW are you ready to tell me the truth and admit to the things you did to influence what happened today?" All she could do was weakly flop her head from side to side in an attempt to communicate as she gasped for breath. He sighed. "Very well, you leave me no choice but to resume, and add two of those special hands to your feet." Her mouth opened in a silent scream of tormented laughter as ten ghostly hands attacked her at once. Every few seconds this was broken by a strangled intake of air. "Make sure you get enough oxygen, now. We can't have you passing out." Jack then got up again to go find a pair of shorts, t-shirt, and some flip flops. Putting it all on, he grabbed his keys and walked down and out to the car to retrieve the toys from Forbidden Indulgences. He came back and sat on the couch to unpack them, discovering in the process that most of them needed batteries. Two included cheap batteries with Chinese writing all over them, but both sets were dead. He scrounged around the apartment and finally found enough batteries for everything. He installed them and made sure everything worked, and then returned to the bed. He knelt down to watch the action on Genie's feet. Although the very limited but frantic movement of her feet did absolutely nothing to avoid the ghostly hands, which moved with her twitch for twitch, it did make it hard for him to see exactly what was going on. "Two more hands to hold your feet still." Her feet were instantly held down by two more ethereal hands. This, plus the added stimulation of Jack working to emulate the talented foot ticklers, caused her to stiffen into stillness, her eyes to go round as saucers, and her breathing to come in short, sharp gasps every few seconds. Undeterred, Jack continued until he thought he was sure he knew just the right treatment for ever square inch of her feet, including her ultra sensitive arches and between and under her toes. "Stop," he finally said. Genie unclenched, and lay, dripping with sweat, hair plastered to forehead and temples, gasping great sobs of air. Jack puttered around the apartment, waiting for her to get her breath back. When he thought she could speak, he went back to the bed. He climbing on and straddled her hips, and then leaned over to look into her eyes. "This is your last chance. Tell me the truth about what happened today." "Master... I did nothing... to affect today's... events. You must believe me... your Genie can never... lie to you." Suddenly Jack's face broke out into an evil grin. "Oh, I believe you." Genie's face took on a look of tired and hurt confusion. "But then, why...?" "Because someone has been quite a naughty Genie over the last couple of days, and has completely ignored my warnings of punishment." "But... I thought you wanted a Genie who was a bit mischievous and free-spirited." Jack smiled a much more kindly, affectionate smile. "Oh, I do. I said completely ignored, but did you not actually go so far yesterday as to make me promise to punish you for your naughtiness?" Genie's face relaxed and changed as realization finally dawned. "Yes, master, I did. You have been quite right in punishing your Genie. She has been very, very naughty. Your punishment is very... novel." Jack's grin turned wicked again as he said, "I'm glad you understand, because we aren't quite finished, yet." Genie's eyes grew large at this as Jack moved to position himself between her legs. He placed his cock head at the entrance of her suspiciously sopping wet pussy, and then slowly inserted himself into her ultra-slick tunnel. As tight as she was, she was so wet that there was no resistance. She moaned. Once buried to the root, he said, "Tighten around me a bit please." Her tunnel walls contracted more tightly around his shaft. "A little more." They squeezed even more, until he doubted he could pull out. "Ok, you are going to tickle yourself to my orgasm. I want those special hands to find the best combination of tickling to cause just the right amount of laughter to send the most pleasant vibrations to my cock." Genie grinned. She said, "Yes MastHAAA!" as the hands attacked. Over the next few minutes the hands experimented until they found the best mixture of torment to bring him the most pleasure, while an additional pair of hands appeared to hold her pelvis still so her squirming wouldn't interfere. Jack noticed how this level of stimulation also resulted in the most beautifully level of ticklish laughter. Jack was slowly but inexorably drawn toward orgasm through the music of her torment being transmitted directly to his cock. He eventually came, and once she had laughed every drop from him, he told her to release him. He withdrew and then told the magic hands to stop. Genie panted, "Has your Genie been sufficiently punished, master?" Jack looked at her speculatively. "Hmmm, I don't think so. Tell me about your erogenous ticklish spots." Genie Chronicles Ch. 10 "First, recharge me please." Jack felt his sexual desire swell. His cock, which had mostly deflated, began to stiffen again. "Thank you. Oh, and you can go back to interpreting my wishes as before, by the way." He waited while her eyes flashed. "Although I think I discovered most of them yesterday morning with the brush, please list your most erotically ticklish spots, again from head down." She replied in a throatily murmur, "My ears and the area around and below them," she looked down at her chest, "my breasts, especially the sides, bottoms, and nipples, my clitoral hood, clitoris, and nether lips, my buttocks, and... my rose bud." She lay her head back down and bit her lower lip as she looked at him in expectant, aroused apprehension. "Really? That is interesting," he said with raised eyebrows. "Each of the ghostly friends which will now visit you will be experts again, of course. In this case, they will know how to give you the most intense combination of ticklish and enjoyable stimulation. I don't think we should limit it to hands and fingers this time, though. As a matter of fact, let's let your skin decide what the tormenter will be. Whatever will produce the most intensely ticklish, pleasurable stimulation for each bit of skin is what will appear. I am sure they will put my little brush to shame. Do you have any idea what those items will be?" Tingle. She shook her head, eyes wide with trepidation, nipples rock yard, vagina already dripping wet again. "Good. Um, let's start with your ears." Jack watched in fascination as two long, slender, ethereal tongues appeared and began tracing the outsides of Genie's ears. She giggled. They explored every square millimeter of her outer ears, and then slowly swirled inward. She giggled harder and tried to press one ear, then the other against a shoulder to deny them access, but Jack figured that if these appendages were anything like the hand that had molested him in the clothing store dressing room a couple of days previously, this would do absolutely no good. He could see by the expression on her face he was right. Finishing with the insides of her ears, the tongues proceeded to worm their way as far as they could into her ear canals. Her giggles turned into a moan as she writhed against her bonds and gave a small shudder, almost as if in orgasm. A moment later her moan became a squeak, then more giggles, as the tongues moved to explore the hollows under her ears. She tried again to deny the tongues access by pressing ear to her shoulder, again in vain. Once they had explored her ears in tandem, they split up and each did their own thing to Jeanie's accompanying giggles, squirms, moans, and shudders. When both had the opportunity to explore her ears thoroughly several times Jack decided it was time to move on, in spite of (or because of) how hard their little show, and its results on Genie, had made his cock. "Ok, let's move to your breasts, now," he said, slightly breathless himself. The tongues at her ears disappeared, while over her breasts there appeared a flock of feathers. Over each breast hung one long, incredibly soft and fluffy feather, and several smaller, slightly more rigid ones. As Genie looked down with eyes wide the fluffy feathers started swirling around and around her breasts, paying particular attention to their sides and bottoms. Meanwhile, the small feathers darted in to attack her areolas and rock-hard nipples. She gave another small shriek, and then started the most interesting combination giggle-moan. Frequently but randomly the small feathers would dart out of the way long enough for the large fluffy feathers to run their lengths over her nipples, increasing the moans when they did. Again the two sets of feathers started out in tandem, and again after awhile they went their separate ways. This time when it happened, a sufficiently substantial blindfold magically appeared over her eyes to block Genie's view. She whined even as the volume of her giggle-moans increased. Jack's hand involuntarily started stroking his shaft at the incredibly erotic scene before him. When he realized what he was doing, he said, "Genie, can you spare a hand to stroke me? No orgasm yet, though." An ethereal hand took over. He was so turned on at this point that the hand could only give him the lightest of strokes without sending him off. "Can you cum from this?" "Unnnhhmmmyes-hess, IfHIFF they keep it up lon-honnng enoughfffff..." "Well, would you like to cum, then move on, or move on now?" "Whhhat ever mmmmmaster wishes." "Oh, no, you aren't getting out that easy." An idea occurred to Jack. "What would Jennifer Holliday like?" Jack smiled at the dilemma written on "Jennifer's" face. On the one hand, it was an orgasm. Probably not the most satisfying one ever, but still an orgasm. On the other hand, it was an orgasm which would be long in arriving, caused by having her breasts mercilessly tickled by a flock of feathers. Finally she said, "She'll cumm-hmmm." "Goody!" Jack said. He lay on the bed with his head propped on one hand again, eyes even with her breasts, ghost hand lightly stroking him. He watched over the next ten minutes or so as the feathers tormented her to a body-shuddering cum. They didn't stop after her orgasm, though, and she continued to squirm, but she was mostly just giggling now, and more so than before. "That's interesting. What happened?" "My breasts beHEEcome more sensitive afterHERR an orgasmm, especialleee on the ticklish side." "Huh, this keeps getting better and better. I must have quite an interesting subconscious idea of what physically makes up the perfect woman if it created all these attributes. Are there lots of other things like this I have yet to discover?" "Some, Master." He couldn't tell if she was currently excited by this fact or not. He let the feathers continue a moment more, then asked, "Would Jennifer like for this to continue, or to move on?" Again a dilemma; what would moving on entail compared to this? She answered fairly quickly this time, though. "Move on, please." The feathers and blindfold disappeared and she sighed in relief, and perhaps a bit in disappointment. Jack slid off the bed and walked to its foot. He dropped to his knees on the carpet and, resting his elbows near the bottom end of the bed, he propped his chin in both hands to give him a front row seat for the next area of entertainment. The bottom of his cock pressed lightly against the comforter draped over the end of the bed, but this didn't stop him from feeling the ethereal hand sliding over the same patch of skin. Ignoring how still-slightly-creepy that was, he said, "Rosebud, next, please." Two ghostly hands gently spread and held her cheeks apart, and then the last thing Jack would have expected appeared. What looked like several crystalline spiders materialized and started scampering around her bud. She gave a loud squeak and involuntarily lifted her ass off the bed and wiggled it around to try to shake off her little friends, but to no avail. Jacked leaned closer for a better look and saw where every few seconds a spider would stop, insert a leg or two a little ways into her bud, and wriggle. When this happened, genie would give another buck and squeak. "This is what stimulates you most? Wow, that's pretty twisted." "What is eEEe-it?" Genie asked as another spider tickled her pucker. "Oh, yeah, I forgot, you don't know what they are. Create a magic mirror or whatever and see for yourself." Tingle. A close-up image of genie's bud appeared before her eyes. "OhHO my!" Jack realized this was the first time 'he' had played with her ass, not counting fondling and using the brush on her firm, round cheeks, of course. Well, there was no more gentle way to be introduced to anal play, he supposed... less tormenting ways, sure, but... The spiders continued their scampering, and Genie continued her butt shaking, all the while uttering an almost continual high pitched "eeeeeee." "Will that make you cum?" "Not even-eEEe-close." "Well, then why don't we just leave them at it for the moment and add your pussy." Jack watched closely as her hood was gently lifted away to completely expose her clit, similar to what it did at his request the previous morning. Then several feathers appeared and homed in and started their dance. Meanwhile her lips were similarly pulled apart to expose their pink insides and the opening to her tunnel. Several more feathers began stroking this sensitive, glistening skin while yet another twirled and teased at her entrance. This was enough to cause some serious moaning and bucking, and Jack considered having hands hold her pelvis still again for a better view. But, as all of her motions were having absolutely no effect on her attackers' performance, he let her writhe. In a surprisingly short time, she shuddered from a strong orgasm. The feathers continued. Jack said, "Add the breasts, back, please." The breast feathers appeared and attacked again. She jerked so violently that for a moment Jack thought she had hurt herself. She then proceeded to thrash on the bed while moaning loudly until she exploded into her third orgasm a few moments later. "Stop." She collapsed on the bed, panting, once again covered in sweat. Jack let her recover for a few minutes, and then asked, "Do you feel sufficiently punished?" "Yes, master." "Good. Now for a reward. Your friends can go, but replace the ones at your nipples and clit with lips and tongues, please." Tingle. Moooooan. Her body began to writhe in a more relaxed fashion as a ghostly mouth on each nipple and one on her clit gave much more satisfying and much less tormenting stimulation. He waited until they had licked and sucked her to a proper orgasm before saying, "So, tell me about your orgasms." "He felt the tingle, and then she said breathlessly, "As you have discovered, Master... I am multi-orgasmic and... unlike women such as the...the clerk in the clothing store... my orgasms stay distinct... they don't eventually run together into one ongoing one... and each one is more... intense than the last." "Until...?" He had to wait several moments, as she was busy shuddering through another one. "I don't know, Master, this is the first time I've had more than three." "Well, why did you pass out after 'only' two on Saturday?" "Because you wanted me to, Master." "Ah." He was so aroused now that the ghostly hand could barely touch him without making him explode. "Have you had enough reward yet?" "Whatever Master....wishes." He rolled his eyes. "Has Jennifer had enough?" "Jennifer doesn't know if she can handle any more. She thinks she is about to go insane." "Well, we can't have that...oh, maybe just one more, a really good one!" Genie moaned/groaned. Jack rose and climbed on the bed to again position himself between her legs. He was about to tell her to remove the hand, but then out of curiosity, didn't. He placed his cock head at her entrance and impaled her in one smooth motion. She moaned loudly, and he knew he didn't have long before her next eruption, but he wanted to explore something. He started long strokes and ordered, "Hold off our orgasms for awhile." She groaned in pleasure and frustration Jack felt the ghostly hand continue to stroke him as he stroked into Genie. It was incredibly arousing, but also very, very weird. "You can't feel the hand on my cock, can you?" She shook her head. "Well, make it so you can. Have it stimulate whatever sensitive spots you have inside." He felt the stroking change slightly as the hand fluttered whenever it was near her entrance and at its deepest within her. Her moaning intensified, interspersed with frustrated mewing at her lack of release. "Ok, now build us slowly to mutual orgasm." Jack thrust for several long minutes as their pleasure built and built to a quite satisfactory explosion. He gave a few more lazy strokes as the pleasure ebbed, then lay down on Genie to kiss her. She kissed back, but seemed a bit distracted. He looked at her questioningly. "Ummmmm, the mouths and hand are still going." "Oh!" He was, even now, very, very tempted to let them keep going, but said. "Send them on their way. For now." Genie relaxed and sighed. Jack looked down at her lovely, flushed face, her incredibly green (although currently slightly dazed) eyes, her deep red, tousled hair, even darker where it was damp and plastered to her skin, and asked, "Have I told you how incredibly beautiful you are today?" She smiled her special smile. "You have, now, Master." He gently rolled onto his side, rolling her with him, until they lay face to face, legs intertwined. He was lost in her eyes, but his hand wandered up to caress a breast. She gave a small shudder. "Too sensitive?" She grinned. "Are you asking Genie or Jennifer?" He grinned back, and then simply draped his arm around her, instead. "So, did I overdo anything this evening?" She repeated, "Are you asking Genie or Jennifer?" "Both." "Well, you can never overdo anything with your Genie, Master. As for Jennifer," she paused a moment to consider, then said, "Jennifer knows you care for her deeply, and wouldn't do anything to actually harm her, so no... although some of it she wouldn't care to repeat too often, or again anytime soon." "Maybe just when she has been especially, extra naughty?" "Maybe then, yes." "I assume this doesn't apply so much to the orgasms, though." Genie smiled a naughty smile. "No, both Genie and Jennifer are quite fond of multiple orgasms, and pushing the boundaries there is ok to happen a bit more often." Jack smirked back. He said, "Fair enough," then he sighed. "It sure must be nice to be able to experience an infinite amount of orgasms." "Would you like to be multi-orgasmic, too, Jack?" "Well, yeah, what guy wouldn't? But..." He paused to actually consider the possibility, as when he had made the comment he was just wistfully repeating what every guy thought from time to time. "I'm not sure how that would work, exactly. I mean, don't most multi-orgasmic women's orgasms intensify from one to the next, kinda like yours, if not so... extensively?" "Many do, yes, but certainly not all." "Ok, so if I were the same way, then when would I ejaculate? I would think that ejaculation should make for the most intense orgasm, so it shouldn't be on the first one, and it would be too predictable to happen on, say, the fourth one every time, and then too frustrating if I only made it to three for some reason." He tapered off again in thought for a few moments, and then raised his eyebrows as a quite interesting possible solution occurred to him. "Can you erase one or more of my memories if I ask you to?" Genie looked surprised and uncomfortable at this sudden change of subject. "I do have the ability Jack, but am loath to use it." "Why?" "It can have all kinds of unpleasant consequences." "Such as?" "Well, causing friction between Genie and Master when the Genie appears to grant wishes which the Master doesn't think he made, or even unintentionally altering the Master's personality, just to name a couple." "Hmmm. Well, let me tell you what I have in mind, and we can discuss it." He went on for several minutes describing his idea. As he spoke, her face broke out into a large and wicked grin. "So, what do you think so far?" "I love the idea so far, Jack." "Well, here's the memory part; once I make this wish, I would like to forget I made it until it is discovered by someone, someone other than you." "Aw, master!" she whined. He grinned and continued, "It can even be by me while playing with myself, although with no 'hints' from you." He paused, and then mused, "Not that I'll probably ever need to do anything for myself again." He shrugged happily and continued, "Anyway, if, after, say, three months go by and it isn't discovered, you may 'nudge' the discovery a bit, but it should be in a situation where only a little 'nudge' is needed, if you get my drift." Tingle. "I do." "Let's see, what else... oh, once the discovery is made, I'll probably ask you what you have done. At that point you can reveal this was done at my request, but I would like for you to encourage me to explore it on my own even after the discovery before you restore my full memories. If I insist, do so, though. I guess you would just be hiding my memories, not erasing them. How does all that sound? "It sounds ok... but I'm still a bit nervous about it." "Why?" "Well, from what Masters have experienced in the past in such situations, once it has been revealed to you that some of your memories have been hidden, even temporarily, you will most likely become quite concerned as to what other memories might have been hidden or even erased completely." He pondered this. "Yeah, I can see that." His eyes widened, "I'm suddenly wondering that a little bit now, as a matter of fact." He looked at her, and couldn't resist asking, "Have you?" She looked distinctly uncomfortable. "No, master." "Then why do you look so uncomfortable?" "Because this is one of those unpleasant consequences I spoke of." "What, you being grilled by me about what I might have made you make me forget?" He frowned as he played that back through his head to make sure it made sense. Meanwhile, she nodded unhappily. "I'm sorry," he commiserated. "However, it sounds like there are some important issues that I need to understand if I, we, are going to avoid these unpleasant consequences in the future, yes?" "Whatever you say, Master." He again collected his thoughts for a moment. "Let's say, theoretically, that I order you to make me forget something. Then I further order you to never reveal in any way that you made me forget it, or that anything was even forgotten. Make sense so far?" "Yes, Jack." "Ok. Later, I order you to restore any and all memories that have been forgotten. Do I get those memories back?" "No, Jack." "Huh. Why not?" "Well, that comes under the larger topic of undoing wishes. This topic was one of great debate before the time of my creation, and, while I will not go into the details now unless you wish it, the final decision was that, if someone making a wish states that the wish be permanent, or 'not undoable,' then the Genie granting the wish must abide by that, and cannot undo what was done. It would take a wish granted by a higher level Genie, either a willing one or one that was bound, than the one who granted the original wish to undo it. In my case that would require a Master Genie or Genie King. This is the only instance in which a Genie servant such as myself is required to question a Master's wish, and then only to tell or remind the Master that the Genie cannot undo the wish if it is made as 'undoable'." "And since we don't know if any higher-level Genies still exist..." She nodded. "Golly. Got to be careful, then. I am assuming, on the off chance that if I made a wish to permanently, undo-ably forget something before now, you would have told me that?" She nodded again. "Then I'll just have to trust myself, I guess. As for now on..." he trailed off again, deep in thought once more. Finally he said, seeming to completely change the subject, "It was Christmas time and I was, oh, about twelve, I guess. I figured out where my parents had hidden my presents, and when they weren't around, I went and peeked. On Christmas morning I discovered this was a big mistake. I had no surprises, and I knew what everything was before I opened it. It was the most disappointing Christmas I can remember. I learned my lesson. I never tried to peek again." He looked at the clock. It was much later than he expected. "When I get up in the morning, I will remember the portion of this conversation regarding permanent wishes as the entirety of the conversation. The specific memories regarding the wish I am making will be hidden as previously described. If I should ask you after that time if you have hidden or erased any of my memories, you may say yes, you have hidden some at my request, that they will be revealed again in good time, and that I 'should not open them until Christmas,' or I will be disappointed. If I insist, then reveal them, at which point, if I know me like I think I know me, I will be very annoyed with me, and have you hide them again. Is that acceptable?" Genie Chronicles Ch. 10 Tingle. "Yes, Jack, that should be fine." "Good. Make it so!" He watched her eyes flash. "Now, would you care to join me for a little midnight snack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches before we hit the sack? Tomorrow's going to be a big day, after all. I mean, just going to the grocery store with you along is going to be a great adventure." "That sounds lovely, Jack." Genie Chronicles Ch. 11 Tuesday morning Jack was awakened by the feeling of large, fluffy feathers swirling around his cock and balls. Agreeing that he probably deserved it, he closed his eyes and tried to relax and let them do their thing. He couldn't resist squirming, though, and only then did he discover thick, soft silken ropes lightly restraining him at ankle and wrist. He knew he could demand to be set free at any time, but he found being tied added a new level of excitement to his stimulation. He squirmed to an orgasm several long moments later. When his cock had finished squirting all over his stomach, he opened his eyes and looked around for Genie. He found her perched on the other edge of the bed, hiding behind a pillow held hugged to her chest. He could only see her eyes over the top, but the way they crinkled at the corners, he could tell she was grinning. "Very funny. Now how about untying me and cleaning this off so I don't drip on the way to the bathroom." His semen and the ropes disappeared, and he jumped up to go take a leak. Once he was done, Genie joined him in the bathroom at his invitation and they hopped in the shower, where Jack introduced her to the mundane but quite effective massaging hand shower. One arm holding her against his chest and cupping a luscious breast, he used the other to aim the massaging stream against her clit. His arm around her soon had to support most of her weight as her knees buckled from the incessant warm watery thrumming against her clitoris. Once her first orgasm of the day was satisfactorily complete, they finished getting clean, dried each other off, and got dressed. Genie chose to dress herself this morning in a denim mini-skirt, v-neck t-shirt and sandals. "Anything under that skirt?" Jack asked lecherously. "What do you think?" Jack had a lot of work to do, but decided they should take care of a couple of other things first, most importantly getting some actual food into the apartment. They headed out the door toward the car, and Jack handed over a pad of paper and a pen. "Jennifer, would you mind making a shopping list as I call some stuff out?" She blinked in mild surprise at his use of her 'public' name. "Sure, Jack." After doing a mental inventory of what was in his kitchen – a quick task – he called out items they needed as he drove to the Grocery store near by. When he was done, she asked, "Master, can I ask you a question?" Jack was in turn a bit surprised by the honorific. "Of course. Is something wrong?" "Well, I still have somewhat of an internal dichotomy between my base nature as your purely subservient Genie, and the fairly free-spirited, self-reliant individual you wish me to be." "Is that causing you some discomfort, or going to cause you to go schizo and start boiling rabbits in pots of water, or...?" She grinned and rolled her eyes. "No, nothing like that, Master. I simply need more direction as to how you would like me to be in public, and even with you in private, as your companion. As I have said before, at root I must always be your willing servant, but..." she shrugged. Jack gave a heavy sigh and thought for a few moments. "Well, it's only been a few days, but I can already say without hesitation that I want you as my girlfriend, my lover, my best friend and my mate for the rest of our lives. I want you to get as much enjoyment out of your abilities as I do. As I said before, I do get off on the Master/Slave thing a bit, but even that I want to happen as a little diversion in our relationship. I never want to think of you as an actual slave. I want you to be as much of an individual as you can while being all those things. Does that help?" She smiled a happy, teary smile. "It does, Jack. Thank you." He smiled happily back. "You are quite welcome." A thought occurred to him. "Will this allow you to use your powers by yourself?" She shook her head. "In general, no. That isn't allowed. That would pretty much be making me an autonomous Genie. It can allow me some latitude to use them with and for you, though." "What, you mean like tickling me awake with feathers without me asking." She grinned. "Yes, that would be one example. You actually gave me leeway to do that our first day, if you member." "To tickle my genitals with feathers?!" "No, to wake you up in interesting ways." Oh, yeah. Well, take as much leeway as you can, just don't do anything too freaky without warning me first." She grinned naughtily and said, "Whatever you say Master." By this time they had arrived at the shopping center, and Jack got lucky and found a spot close to the grocery. He got out and was getting ready to close and lock his door when a flying redheaded mass leapt into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, nearly knocking him down. She covered his face with kisses, ending with a heart stopping one on his lips, then said, "I am taking advantage of the autonomy you have allowed me to say that I love you, Jack. And that's from Jennifer, not just Genie." Jack didn't hesitate. "I love you too, Jennifer AND Genie." They kissed again, but were interrupted by a wolf whistle. Jennifer in her enthusiasm to wrap herself around Jack had forgotten the fact that she was, indeed, going commando under her short skirt. Now, with legs around Jack's hips, her skirt was bunched up around her waist, completely exposing her glorious moon to anyone that cared to look. She blew a kiss to the whistler before jumping down and casually adjusting her skirt. Jack then took her hand and they walked into the store. The shopping adventure Jack expected began almost as soon as they walked through the automatic doors, although not quite as Jack had figured. He grabbed a cart and they hit the first department, which in this particular store was produce. Jennifer wasted little time in exploiting her new personal discretion by noting just how many different phallic-shaped fruits and vegetables there were. She made some very suggestive comments concerning an impossibly large zucchini, and by the time they got to the carrots, she was stiffening Jack's rod by demonstrating with a long, thick specimen just how well she was able to suppress her gag reflex. She had looked around to make sure no other customers were watching before putting on her little show, but this didn't prevent a produce boy from bustling through the swinging doors from the stockroom with a tray of strawberries in his hands. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes going very wide at the sight of Jennifer, who was in turn frozen in surprise with a carrot down her throat. Jack's mortification was real for a second, then he whispered plenty loud enough for the guy to hear, "Jennifer, put that away, you are gong to get us into trouble." He left it up to her to decide what putting it away meant. Although he didn't feel a tingle, she picked the most risqué way he could think of to put it away, anyway, as she slowly removed it from between her lips, shrugged to the young man and said, "Sorry, we'll take this one. I'll put it away, now," and then slowly lowered it to between her legs, moved it up under her skirt, and started to insert it. She had to lift up the front of her skirt as she pushed the vegetable in, and her hand and wrist were the only things preventing the wide-eyed boy from seeing the complete show. Once it was all the way in, she pulled her skirt down and patted it straight, then walked calmly over to him and perused the tray of strawberries that was currently being used to hide a raging erection. Picking a carton, she smiled happily at the guy, said, "I just love strawberries," and brought them back to the cart. She looked innocently at Jack. "What's next on the list?" "Uh," he cleared his throat, "onions, I think." She went over to the onions, moving for all the world like she walked around with a large carrot shoved up her all the time. Jack rolled the cart after her, using it to try to conceal his own massive erection. When they got to the onions, he murmured, "Is it really in there?" "Of course," she murmured back, looking over the onions. "It would be cheating, otherwise." "Didn't you have to cheat to even fit it in? That thing is longer than I am, even at your new 'normal'." "Perhaps, but that's a different kind of cheating." "Is it... uncomfortable?" She gave a small shrug as she handed him an onion in a plastic veggie bag. "It's a bit cold," she looked up into his eyes and gave a small secretive smile, "but it's warming up quickly." They continued shopping, and Jack was really glad that he had thought to have Jennifer make a list, as he was now having trouble concentrating on what they needed. They progressed slowly, as Jennifer had to examine almost every product in the store, and their cart wound up containing a lot of stuff that wasn't on the list. Apparently word of Jennifer's little show had spread, as there seemed to be quite a bit of restocking and shelf straightening in whichever aisle they happened to be. Otherwise their shopping experience was fairly uneventful - if you can call shopping with an incredibly hot woman who had a giant carrot shoved up her twat uneventful – until they reached the checkout line. Business was fairly slow this morning, and there was only one line open. There were a couple of people in front of them, so Jack's eyes automatically went to where they always did when standing in line at the grocery; the beautiful celebrities on the glossy 'pop culture news' magazines, and the beautiful and scantily clad models on the fitness and fashion magazines. He gasped when he saw they were looking back, the celebrities vogueing for him and blowing kisses or suggestively sucking on fingers with collagen-enhanced lips, while the models flashed him brief and tantalizing shots of ass and tit from beneath their revealing dresses and skimpy bathing suits. "See anything you like?" Jennifer whispered to him. He could only nod, eyes going from one cover to another. "Isn't she a lot smaller than that?" he murmured, pointing to a celebrity on one of the pop magazines, another long-maned redhead who he had always been fond of. She had somehow lost the top of her dress, and a few finger tips were the only thing hiding her nipples. "The running joke on her TV show is how flat she is." "She has a new child, and her breasts have gotten several sizes larger while breastfeeding." "Would she like them to stay that size?" "Well, she's lamented on many occasions the fact that they will disappear after she stops, but, as you say, their small size is a running comedy element on her show." "Well, have them stay that size, firm and perky, after she stops breastfeeding. They can find another running gag. She is much hotter that way." "Hot, eh?" Jennifer teased. "Absolutely. The only thing better on one of those covers would be you. You put them all to shame." It sent a thrill through him to know that was absolutely true. She started turning red at the praise, but then it was their turn to check out, and her blush disappeared as Jennifer prepared for her finale. The bagger boy was studiously trying to ignore them when he thought they were looking his way, and staring intently at Jennifer when he thought they weren't. When they reached the conveyer belt and Jack started unloading the cart, Jennifer made as if she'd remembered something, reached down, and slowly removed the carrot. She shrugged at the boy and said, "Can't shoplift this, now can I?" and laid it with the two other carrots they were purchasing as they passed on the belt. Jennifer had been situated so that no one else saw the removal, including the checkout girl. The girl had also apparently not heard Jennifer's comment, most likely because she was partially deafened by the popping of her chewing gum. Thus as the carrots approached on the belt, she picked them up, weighed them, rung them in, and sent them on their way to be bagged. The bagger boy watched them with wide eyes as they approached, and then reached out with a shaking hand to pick them up and put them in a bag. Only then did Genie reach in, retrieve her special carrot, give the boy a cheeky grin, and take a big, crunchy bite. The young man involuntarily winced, groaned, and a wet spot suddenly appeared on the front of his pants. Luckily his grocery boy apron concealed it from casual view. Once everything else was bagged, he asked bravely, "Do you want to drive up for this?" "Yes, please," Jennifer said before Jack could form an answer. As they walked out to the car, Jack said, "You certainly decided to start naughty, didn't you?" Jennifer shrugged and gave him a wicked smile. "Well, I figure I have a long way to go to make it back to 'especially, extra naughty' so that you can repeat the punishment that I know you want to repeat, so I thought I had better get started." "I'm starting to think that you WANT me to do that again." "I do... eventually. I've never been so aroused." "In all your three days?" Jack said with a grin. She shrugged. "I see. So I have a lot of this to expect whenever we go out in public?" She smiled her wicked smile again. They pulled up to receive their bags, then Genie gave the bagger boy one more bit of entertainment, as somehow her skirt had ridden quite high by the time he came up to her window to accept the tip that Jack had given to her to give to him. "Bye! See you next time!" She waved as Jack pulled away. They returned home, and after unloading and putting away the groceries, Jack made Denver omelets and toast for them both for brunch. Mopping her plate clean with her last bite of toast, Jennifer said, "That was yummy, Jack." "Thanks! Glad you liked it." They cleaned up the dishes, and then he said. "Can you amuse yourself while I do some work?" "Sure. Can I help?" "Ummm, not at the moment," he grinned, "but maybe when I start working on Forbidden Indulgences' stuff." She grinned back and padded over to turn on the TV. He watched her perfect ass sway beneath her skirt, sighed, and went to his desk. He worked for an hour updating a couple of clients' websites, and then an hour and a half putting a draft of a flyer together for another. He had been checking on Jennifer every twenty minutes or so, and had developed a suspicion that she was quickly becoming addicted to soap operas, some of which were not in English. E-mailing the flyer off to the client, he called Jennifer over. "Yes, Jack?" "Want to help me now? I have some ideas for the Forbidden Indulgences site that you can assist me with." "Sure!" Jennifer pulled up another chair, and they worked the rest of the afternoon and into the evening on a basic design for the website, taking a break for a couple of homemade hoagies for dinner. Jack put his basic design ideas down first, then utilized Genie's abilities to tune what he had in order to best tantalize and titillate their target audience while still keeping the site as tasteful as the subject matter would allow. The names of some of the products weren't going to help, Jack knew. They were just too tawdry. There wasn't much he could do about that now, though. FI was a major customer for the manufacturers, and perhaps in the future they could use their purchasing power to get them to slap a more tasteful name on their products. He made a note to mention that at their next meeting. Finally around eight o'clock Jack called it a day. They had a pretty good basic layout for the site, and tomorrow he planned to add in the sample products they borrowed from FI. He was trying to decide what to do next when the phone rang. "Hello?" ... "Hey, Skip! Long time no talk to. What's up? How's Sharron?" ... "Great! How's the new house?" ... She did, huh? ... "That sounds like fun. Can you hold on for a second?" He put his hand over the receiver and asked Jennifer, "Would you like to go over to the new house of some friends of mine and help break in their new hot tub Saturday night?" "Uh, Sure." Jennifer looked a little nervous. Jack put the phone back to his ear. "It's a plan as long as I can bring my girlfriend." ... Jack laughed. "Yes, believe it or not." ... "Ok. What do we need to bring?" ... "Are you sure?" ... "Ok, well, we'll see you then." ... "Bye." He hung up and grinned at Jennifer. "I can't wait until they meet you. Skip will freak. Sharon probably will, too. Have you got your Jennifer Holiday background worked out?" "Mostly. I haven't decided on a college degree yet." "Well, you'll think of something. You should probably do so by Friday, though, so we can discuss it. I can't go there on Saturday not knowing anything about Jennifer Holiday." "Ok, Jack." She still looked nervous. "Something bugging you?" "I'm just a little apprehensive about meeting your friends, I guess." Jack waved that off. "Don't be. You'll win them over immediately, I'm sure, especially Skip. Just be yourself," he paused, then grinned, "although you may want to hold off a bit on the 'yourself' that visited the grocery this morning." She turned a bit red, but grinned back. "I'll try to hold off as long as I can, but..." She rose from her chair and threw a long dancer's leg over him to straddle his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave him a sultry look between waterfalls of dark silken red hair that now framed her face and continued, "I am a Genie built for sex, after all." She made that special head toss to move her hair out of the way and then lowered her lips to his. Jack had no problem figuring out what to do with the rest of his evening after that. -------- Jack awoke the next morning to the erotic weight of a woman's body laying straddled along his legs, and the incredible feeling of a mouth working on his cock. He looked down lazily, and was shocked to find that the red mane of hair rising and falling over his cock was not Jennifer's, but the TV star's on the magazine cover from the previous day's grocery trip. He looked beside him to find Jennifer, lying on her side, head propped up in her hand, grinning impishly at him while her other hand played between her legs. Jack wasn't sure why, but above and beyond the sexual excitement of waking to a fantasy - this beautiful, naked TV star laying atop his legs while performing oral sex on him - having Jennifer watch with obvious enjoyment was an incredible additional turn-on. So, although she wasn't as skilled as Jennifer, the star's ministrations in addition to the rest of the erotic overload quickly had Jack approaching blast off. Try as he might to hold out, she was soon swallowing spurt after spurt of his cum. She continued sucking until she had the last drop, then finally removing her mouth from his shaft and sat up. She gave him her own thousand-watt smile, cupped her now nicely proportioned breasts, said ,"Thanks for the boobs," and disappeared. Jack turned to Jennifer. "Was that really her?" "Not exactly. She is currently in bed asleep, as she is several hours behind us. But that is how she would have actually been in the scenario I created." "Ah. And is she into girls?" Genie frowned at the non sequitur. "No, not really, she's done the usual practice kissing with friends when she was younger, but..." "Well, the real one at home asleep may not be, but THIS one LOVES to lick pussy, and as your punishment for this little show, she's going to get her fill of yours right now." Genie gasped as the tall, slender redhead again appeared on the bed, this time by Jennifer's legs. She gently but firmly grasped them, rolled Jennifer onto her back, spread them, and dove in. Her licking was as enthusiastic as her cock sucking had been, and she soon had Jennifer moaning and writhing on the bed, especially when she reached around Jennifer's legs and up to roll and pull her nipples. Genie Chronicles Ch. 11 Now it was Jack's turn to watch, and he felt he should definitely be at his most horny to enjoy his first ever live girl-on-girl encounter. Recharge me, please. His softened cock engorged again, and he was immediately almost excited enough by the show before him to spontaneously explode. Like many guys, Jack had always found the idea of one girl making love to another incredibly and inexplicably arousing, and scenes depicting such were usually some of his favorites in any adult movie. Now, though, he found watching a video versus the real thing roughly comparable to a silent black and white movie versus an Imax with state of the art surround sound. In spite of everything that had happened over the past several days, he thought this might be one of the hottest things he had ever experienced. The rather unique vision of long-haired redhead on redhead certainly did nothing to lessen this. Jack decided that there was only thing that could possibly make this hotter. He leaned over and said softly into the woman's ear. "Do you mind if I ..?" he indicated her currently neglected nether region. She took the time to remove one hand from a breast and move it to Jennifer's pussy, slowly inserting her long middle finger while using her thumb to take over the stimulation of Jennifer's clit. Jennifer moaned loudly. "Wow, she's nice and tight." Confident that Jennifer would not cool off while she talked to Jack, the woman smiled up at him and said, "Help yourself, normal entrance only, though, please." Then she looked down at his cock and her eyes widened, "but take it easy with that monster. It looks like it might split me in two!" Jack looked down to discover that while his cock had shorted by a couple of inches, it was also thicker, the better to give her a more pleasurable screw, although she didn't know it yet. He grinned. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He stood and moved behind her. She obligingly rose up on her knees at the bottom edge of the bed while at the same time replacing her thumb with her eager mouth back on Jennifer's clitoris. When her index finger joined her middle in thrusting aggressively into Jennifer's pussy, she moaned and shuddered through another intense orgasm. Lining up with the lovely star's spread opening, Jack slowly inserted his cock. She was not nearly as tight as Jennifer, no doubt from delivering a baby if nothing else, but with the increased circumference of Jack's cock she was still a nice, snug fit. It was her turn to moan as he gently but inexorably sunk his cock to its root, and as her mouth was currently adhered to her clit, Jennifer found out first hand just why Jack liked her humming around his shaft. She gave an echoing moan. Jack gradually built up to a pleasant thrusting pace, eliciting a series of grunts and moans from the woman he was thrusting into, and then more echoing moans from Jennifer, as the woman allowed Jack's thrusts to assist her in rubbing the flat of her tongue repeatedly through Jennifer's lips and over her clit. She also timed her finger's thrusts to match Jack's. Jack wanted to reach around to finger the actress's clit, but couldn't without affecting his thrusting, so he cheated. Feel free to retaliate with a ghost hand on her clit, if you like, but make it feel like it's coming from my direction. The woman twitched, and the volume of her moaning increased markedly. When Jack increased the force of his thrusts a bit more, it was enough to send the woman and then Jennifer into nearly simultaneous orgasms, and the music of their orgasmic duet was finally too much for him. He continued to thrust deeply into the woman as he rode his own explosion, then they both collapsed on the bed with Jennifer. The scarlet-haired star panted for a moment, sat up and said. "Wow, you guys are a trip. That was an awesome fuck. Thanks again!" and disappeared once more. Jack looked over at Jennifer. "Are you planning to wake me up in such interesting ways every morning?" he panted. She nodded enthusiastically. "Yup, unless you tell me not to." Jack sighed, and then grinned. "Well, it certainly beats the alarm clock. Just allow me to wake up before you once in awhile, ok?" "Ok, Jack." They got up, cleaned up, had some cereal and fruit for breakfast, and got back to work on Forbidden Indulgence's demo site. Today Jack planned to add the photos of the sample products. He began by setting up his 'photo booth', a couple of boxes covered and surrounded by black fabric to match the black background of the website. He had his 'assistant' arrange the items one by one on the fabric while he took digital photos of each. Once he had the shots he wanted, he had an idea. "Want to try a little modeling?" Jennifer raised an eyebrow at him. After they took a break for sandwiches and chips for lunch, Jack replaced the boxes under the black fabric with pillows and had Jennifer strip, collect the first toy, and lay down. The first item happened to be the Buzzy Buggie, a cute little insect-shaped vibrator that was held against the clit with elastic straps around the legs, meant to leave the vagina open for other activity. Jennifer donned the toy and adjusted it to fit correctly. Then, just to be perverse, Jack cranked the bug up to high, eliciting a squeak from Jennifer, before taking his time framing up the shot on her crotch and telling her to remain absolutely still while he took the pictures. He continued this game over what turned out to be most of the afternoon. Jennifer would complain frequently and completely insincerely as her sensitive body 'suffered' several orgasms at the hands of the little toys, while Jack equally insincerely berated her for not holding still enough and ruining all his shots. It did take quite a bit longer than expected for Jack to get some useable photos, but as both of them were in truth having a lot of fun, he certainly wasn't complaining. Confirming that he was going to have enough photos to complete the demo site, he took a quick break before five o'clock to call Forbidden Indulgences. "Nick?" ... "Hey, this is Jack Phillips." ... "I'm doing great, I hope you are. I just wanted to let you know that I will have your demo site ready by tomorrow morning, and to ask if you wanted to schedule a meeting to review it. ... "Friday morning? That should be fine. I'll see you at ten. Oh! Do you have any projection equipment or a presentation setup I can use with my laptop?" ... "Don't worry about it. I have a small projector I can bring. I'll see you then!" ... "Bye." Jennifer was standing by his side, and he was about to turn to her when his cell phone rang. He traded the cordless for it. "Hello?" This time it was a throaty contralto at the other end. "Oh, yes ma'am!" ... Tomorrow afternoon? That should be fine. What time?" ... "Very well, I'll be there." He hung up and turned to Jennifer. "That was..." he trailed off, noticing she looked a bit distressed. "You ok?" She pointed to her breasts, whose nipples were still hosting a pair of vibrating nipple clamps from the interrupted 'photo shoot', firmly attached and buzzing at full speed. He grinned. "Sorry. Had a nippular orgasm yet?" In answer, her body shivered for several seconds as, if cold. "That was the second since you have been on the phone," she said reproachfully, although Jack saw that she was holding the clamps' wired control in her hand. "Well, would you like to hear about the phone calls or finish the photos, first? That's the last toy." She sighed as if in resignation. "Oh, go ahead, tell me about the calls." Jack grinned again. "Well, I, we, have a meeting at FI on Friday at ten in the morning to discuss their website." "Ok," she said a bit shakily. "And the second call was from Marsha Jacobs, Mr. Brown's secretary at Smith & Brown. They want me to attend a meeting tomorrow afternoon at two." "Ok," she said again. "You know, I don't think I've met Ms. Jacobs yet. She sounded pretty hot over the phone. Is she?" The question distracted Jennifer from her mild distress for a moment, as her eyes got a far away look and flashed. She shrugged and nodded, then gave a small wince as the motion got the weighted nipple clamps swinging. "Fairly. She's..." Jack held up his hand. "Stop! Don't spoil the rest. I'll find out tomorrow. Shall we finish the photos then have some dinner?" She nodded, and then winced, again. Jack got a speculative look. "You know, since we have until Friday, maybe I'll break out the digital video camera after dinner." Jennifer raised both eyebrows. ---------- Jack requested that Jennifer let him sleep in the next morning. After dinner they had indeed broken out the video camera, and had stayed up very late having fun 'working'. At one point Jennifer lamented the fact that they didn't get any toys for guys, and suggested that they rectify the situation. However, when they looked at Forbidden Indulgences' current website to see what might be fun, they found the selection of toys for men to be quite lacking. A set of lips and 'throat' molded from the mouth of an actual porn star just didn't do much for either of them, no matter how 'lifelike' the rubber might feel. They finally rose in the late morning, enjoyed the now-customary fooling around in the shower, and got dressed. Not wanting to worry about fixing anything to eat, they decided to eat lunch on the way to S&B. They stopped at a casual Mexican restaurant, and lunch was fairly uneventful other than Jennifer making a big production of trying to figure out what her first Mexican dish should be. She received excellent service; all the staff at the restaurant were men with whom she flirted shamelessly. Arriving at Smith & Brown a few minutes early, Jack and a once-again-invisible Genie were ushered into the conference room to await the other attendees. They started trickling in almost immediately, including Margaret, who looked like a new woman, and a statuesque middle-aged blond woman who had to be Marsha Jacobs, Mr. Brown's secretary. Mr. Brown was the last to enter. Conspicuous in their absence were Ms. Krieger and her crew. As soon as everyone was seated, Mr. Brown spoke. "Thank you, everyone, for coming. As you know, due to the removal of Ms. Krieger as Operations Manager," Jack's eyebrows rose at this, "things are a bit disorganized as we scramble to reassign her and her associates' duties temporarily to other employees until replacement personnel can be promoted or hired." He turned to address Jack. "Mr. Phillips, while I do not wish to air our dirty laundry in public, and therefore ask you to keep what is discussed here to yourself, I will tell you that, after your little altercation with Ms. Krieger a few days ago, I took a broader look at her management, and found that your prognosis was correct; had she remained in her position and been allowed to continue 'managing' as she had been, this company would not have stayed in business much longer. The damage is severe, and it is my fault. I gave Ms. Krieger too much authority and not enough accountability. It will not happen again. Mr. Phillips, we all owe you a debt of gratitude for assisting to pull the wool from our eyes or," he gave a quick glare at Ms. Jacobs, who just grinned smugly back, "MY eyes, over what Ms. Krieger was up to." Jack was embarrassed at the praise, then shocked speechless when the group broke into a round of applause, along with big smiles directed his way from Margaret and Ms. Jacobs. "I...uh..." he stammered. Mr. Brown, smiling a bit himself at Jack's discomfort, came to his rescue. "We have a lot to cover this afternoon, and as most of it does not directly concern Mr. Phillips, we will cover what does concern him, first, so he can be excused afterward." He paused to consult his notes for a moment. "Jack, it has been made clear to me in no uncertain terms," this time the glare was directed at Margaret, who nodded, "just how much we rely on our web site to do business these days, and therefore how important it is to keep it running smoothly and uninterrupted. It has also been stressed to me that it was doing just that until our recent change of staff. On the other hand, I am not quite ready to entirely let go of our requirement that subcontractors work from our facility." He paused. "So, I suggest a compromise. Would you be willing to come in to this office one day a week, say Wednesdays or Thursdays, and work with my folks on whatever needs to be done for the site that week? Plus perhaps half a day the second Friday of the month to post the new pricing files? This way you could get all of your work done for us here, in one day, with much better access to our personnel and information. We can give you access to whatever other recourses you need; a cubicle, network access, a PC if you need one." All heads swiveled to Jack, but he remained silent a moment, thinking. Finally he replied, "The time I spend supporting your website each week is not constant. Some weeks I might spend an hour on it performing small maintenance tasks. Other weeks I may spend two business days or more on it if you have major changes for me to make. For the weeks where I do little, spending a whole day here would waste my time, and I would only be in your way. For the weeks where I do a lot, one day would not be enough. And, while the offer of a PC to use is generous, my workstation at home has all of the software and tools I need, some of which is fairly expensive. If I were to work from here, copies of all of that software would have to be purchased again." "Therefore, let me make a counter proposal. What if I were to come in for half a day each week to meet with your folks, review any issues, obtain any data to be updated to the website, etcetera. Otherwise we would work as before; I would work from my location, still be available via phone or in person for meetings, all of that stuff. Nothing would need to change with the contract for now. We could consider this a handshake addendum for a couple of months while we determine if it works or not. After that, well, the contract is up for renewal or renegotiation in four months or so, anyway." It was Mr. Brown's turn to mull things over, but he didn't do so for very long. "That sounds fine, Jack. For now your primary contact will be Margaret, so please coordinate with her as to the best time for you to come in each week. Thanks for being patient with us, Mr. Phillips, and thank you for coming in today." That was unmistakably a dismissal, so Jack said, "You are quite welcome." He rose and headed for the door. Margaret also stood and met him there, then indicated they should step outside. "I wanted to say a personal thank you, too. You are a bit of a hero around here Jack. Did you know that?" Jack blushed and shrugged. "I was just covering my ass." He changed the subject. "You are looking like a new woman since last I saw you." It was her turn to shrug a bit self consciously. "Well, let's just say lots of things have changed for the better since the last meeting we both attended?" Jack grinned. "Really?" He gave her tote board a quick scan, and was not surprised to see that her sexual experience had widened a bit in the past few days. She blushed, although she figured there was no way he could know of all the ways things had improved. "Listen, I've got to get back in here. I'll call you later to set a time for your weekly visits, ok?" "Ok." "Oh!" she whispered as she started to slip back into the conference room, "and you're looking pretty damn hot, yourself!" Jack smiled as he headed for the elevators. He didn't make it a dozen steps, though, before he was stopped by another woman's voice, this one rich and throaty. "Mr. Phillips?" He turned to find Ms. Jacobs approaching. "Yes. Ma'am?" She smiled. "Call me Marsha. I, too, wanted to add my personal gratitude for your assistance in removing that... woman and her associates." It was quite obvious which word, or words, were substituted for 'woman' in her head. She stepped closer. "I also wanted say how glad I am that you will be working with us in person. If there is anything I can do to make your time in the office more... pleasant, just say the word." "Thank you Marsha, I look forward to being around, and I am sure I will be coming to you for all the assistance you can give. And please call me Jack." "Very well. See you soon, Jack." She turned and headed back toward the conference room. Did she mean what it sounded like she meant? Jack asked Genie, as he still thought of her when she was moving around as her ghost-self. Yes. She is VERY grateful for your part in getting rid of 'that raging bitch.' It would seem that they were having a bit of a power struggle. It isn't that Ms. Jacobs wants the position that Ms. Krieger had. Ms. Jacobs, as Mr. Brown's secretary, knows about everything that goes on in this company. She could see what Ms. Krieger was doing, but couldn't get through to Mr. Brown what was happening until you broke the ice, so to speak. Beyond that, she is single, sexually adventurous, and quite attracted to you over and above her gratitude, as you would have known if you had consulted the tote board. Damn! Why hadn't he looked at her tote board? On the other hand, perhaps it might be more fun on occasion to fly without the tote board, as long as he had Genie as his safety net. S&B most likely thought they had won a small victory by his agreeing to come in to work half a day per week, plus keeping to the rest of the contract. Come to think of it, it wasn't much of a thank you, but that was ok. There was something to be said about working in an office; beyond the unexpected but very promising opportunity just presented by Ms. Jacobs, Jack figured in an office the size of S&B's there had to be quite a few attractive women to have a bit of fun with during the spare time he was going to have most weeks, even being there for only half a day. He was actually pretty happy with how things had turned out. Jack and Jennifer headed home to some pasta for dinner and then a few of hours putting the finishing touches on Forbidden Indulgences' demo site. As Jack lay in bed later that night spooned with Jennifer, a perfect breast cupped in one hand, he felt pretty confident about the presentation the next morning. If all went well, he had the beginnings of an idea on how to use Jennifer's/Genie's powers to start down the road to fortune, if not necessarily fame. Genie Chronicles Ch. 12 "Good morning Mr. Phillips, this is your eight o'clock wakeup fuck," said a beautiful face, framed by a deep red mane of long, silken hair, going in and out of focus. It took him a few blink-filled seconds to figure out it was doing so because its owner was riding his rock-hard cock while leaning over him, propped up on her arms. How she had gotten him rock-hard and mounted without waking him up was an interesting question... or probably not. She was a sex Genie, after all. "Thank you, Miss Holiday. Might I say that you are as stunningly beautiful as ever this morning?" She beamed at him...and kept slamming down on his shaft. He reached up to fondle his most favorite pair of breasts in the entire world until he and Jennifer had a lovely synchronized cum several long crotch-slapping moments later. Having your very own sex Genie certainly had its advantages. They grabbed a shower, dressed, ate a quick breakfast, gathered the presentation equipment and headed out the door toward Forbidden Indulgences. Jack decided to forgo the blow job this time, so the trip wasn't quite as interesting as the previous one, although Jack enjoyed the time spent chatting with Jennifer almost as much. They arrived a few minutes before ten, Jennifer having going invisible a block away. The same cute receptionist showed Jack into a small meeting room. This time he took the opportunity to check out her tote board, and saw that she seemed to be both experienced and inexperienced at the same time. She likes the toys, Genie said before he had a chance to ask. It takes her awhile to orgasm, and she has found the toys give much more consistent gratification than the couple of inexperienced guys she has been with. Plus, working here, she gets to try them all. Ah. Jack found the mental picture of the cute girl putting something like the Pussy Pounder through its paces an arousing one, and had to quickly think of something else lest he embarrass himself. "Nick asked if you could go ahead and set up. He and the others will be here in a few minutes." "Sure. Thanks." The girl gave him a friendly smile as she left the room. Jack was surprised to see that her attraction to him had risen to an interesting level. Perhaps she hadn't completely given up on the real thing, after all. Just as Jack finished hooking up his laptop and small AV projector, Nick entered the room with Ms. White and another woman, a quite pretty one, in tow. Jack figure this must be the vice president Nick mentioned last time. He tried not to stare at her as Nick made the introductions, but it was a challenge. "Welcome back, Jack! You've met Alice. This is Susan Cooper, our VP in charge of purchasing." Susan extended her hand and shook Jack's with a firm grip. "Nice to meet you," she said in a cool, impersonal business voice. "Likewise," Jack replied. "Welcome back, Jack!" Alice said, smiling and raising a currently dildo-free hand at him in greeting. He grinned back. "Good to see you again, Alice." They exchanged a bit more small talk, and then Nick said, "Well, it looks like you are all set up. We'll take a seat, and the stage is yours." Once they were seated around the end of the conference table opposite from the blank white wall serving as the projection screen, Jack began. "At our last meeting, Nick, you gave me the following goals that you want to see met for your website; it should be tasteful yet titillating, to interest a larger, more mainstream market; you want it to show off the products in the best light without being too tawdry or trashy; you want the site to provide plenty of explicit information about your product if the potential buyer wishes it, while still keeping it secure from minors etc.; and you want your purchase transactions to be fast and secure. I have also thrown in one more idea I had, which I will get to as we go." Jack brought up the first demo home page. Its background was black with tasteful yet modern text, and it prominently displayed FI's new logo at the top. "This is the first page someone would see when they navigate to your website. It is primarily the usual disclaimer stating that the site contains adult material etcetera, and says to only click 'continue' if the visitor is eighteen and it is legal for him or her to view such sites. This page also has keywords embedded in it to alert child protection software to not allow entry." "What does that mean?" Alice interrupted. "There are several software packages parents can install on their personal computers which look for keywords and other clues from websites indicating that said sites might be adult oriented. Many of those software packages also have lists of sites which are known to be adult oriented. Either way, they block access to those websites unless the parent's password is entered. It helps if the website is actually registered with those software companies to make sure the site is on their lists. Do you know if yours is, by the way?" The three looked blankly at each other. Finally Nick said, "I would have to say probably not." That's no problem. I can help you with that." He went back to his presentation. "Now, once the visitor clicks through the first page, they arrive at your main homepage." Jack clicked through, and then went on to explain what he had done and his ideas about organizing the site. He paused and looked at them to gauge their initial reactions. Nick and Alice were nodding their heads in approval. Susan was expressionless. "Ok, from here we have a couple of different options. For now, when I click on a product," he clicked on the Buzzy Buggie, "I get a picture of it and a fairly complete description, but everything is pretty much PG. No dirty words, any explicit box art is blurred a bit, etcetera. To get to anything beyond that, I currently have this site set up to require proof of age. That can be done by going ahead and setting up a purchasing account on the site with a credit card – they wouldn't be charged until they bought something, and there would be the standard guarantees that their information will be kept secure – or with an account from one of the age verification sites." Alice raised her hand. "I'm sorry to interrupt again, but what is that?" Jack smiled at her. "That's ok, Alice. Ask as many questions you like. Age verification sites are websites that you go to and provide enough information to prove that you are over, usually, 18. Once you have provided that information and proved your age, you can use the login ID that they provide to log in to any adult related site which recognizes their system. Make sense?" Alice smiled and nodded. "Yes, thank you." "You're welcome. Ok, so once age has been verified," he clicked a button labeled 'I am 18 or over', "in this case by entering my age verification ID, I can get more information on the product." He went back to the same Buzzy Buggie page again. "As you can see, the full product art is available unaltered, the description includes more explicit information, and I even have a sample photo of the product being worn correctly." It was Susan's turn to interrupt. "That looks like the rest of your photos. Did you take that yourself?" "Yes, ma'am, I..." "And how do you know that is the correct way to wear it?" "Because I have the most highly qualified sex expert in the world telling me so," is what Jack wanted to say, but actually said, "I don't. My associate simply said that this was where it, um, 'felt best'. Please remember, Ms. Cooper, that this is only a demo. If you like the idea, then photographs could be taken with the confirmed correct position and usage of your products." Jack was starting to get a bad feeling about Susan Cooper. He turned to Nick. "Oh, and I will need to pay you for the items I 'borrowed', Nick. They aren't really returnable anymore." Nick smiled and waved him off. "Don't worry about that!" His eyes returned to the provocative photo on the screen. "I hope your 'associate' enjoys them." Jack gave a lopsided grin. "Well, that kind of brings up my idea I mentioned earlier. I took this one step further." Jack brought up an identical looking page for the Buggie. "This looks the same as the last one, but if I click the photo..." he clicked it, and it changed to a video clip. The clip showed the Buggie being strapped on, while a woman's voice explained briefly how to wear it, use it, and what to expect from it. The last couple of seconds showed the woman's thumb turning the Buggie's control up to full, and a loud buzz began. "Again," Jack said quickly to forestall any additional objection by Ms. Cooper, "this is just a demo, but I thought this might help sell your products to your customers, provide a little extra titillation to qualified visitors, and perhaps even reduce your returns, if potential buyers could see what they were buying in action ahead of time, and knew what to expect from it." He said this last while looking at Alice. She narrowed her eyes at him for a second, and then they looked away and lost their focus in thought. Nick said, "That is very impressive Jack. What else do we need to know?" "Just the boring stuff. I have a very efficient and secure transaction package to use for all the purchases. I can show you a dummy purchase page if you like." "That isn't necessary at the moment, although I would like to know how long a transaction takes. Our current system is pretty slow." "The customer will usually see the result of the transaction, i.e. confirmed or declined, within three to five seconds of pressing the purchase button, assuming they are dialed in with at least a 56K modem, or have fast internet access." Nick nodded his head. "That's pretty quick." Jack continued, "Otherwise, I have this site designed with some different background colors, type faces, design elements, etcetera, although the layout is basically the same, and all the photos still have a black background. The photo background could change, of course, to match whatever site backgroundyou went with. Would you like to see those?" "Sure." Jack briefly presented the other sites, and then said. "I think that covers everything." "Very, very impressive, Jack. Now, I am sure you have some bad news in the form of a quote?" "Yes, sir." Jack steeled himself and gave the figure. Nick's eyebrows went up, Alice said "Wow!", and Ms. Cooper looked offended. Jack held up his hand. "Please, let me outline what that quote includes before you respond. It includes the design and hosting of the website, of course. It also includes all of the product photography. I am qualified to do that myself." With the type of photography they would be doing, Genie had assured him he could be as qualified as he wanted to be. "It also includes the voice and the body of my assistant from the neck down for any photo and video shoots. Thus you are getting your web site design and hosting, photography and modeling all rolled into one, unless you wanted more than one model, or a different one, of course. It also includes maintenance for the site for six months." Jack paused, and then asked. "May I ask the status of your upcoming catalog?" Nick frowned in though as he changed gears to consider Jack's question. "The layout company tells me the final draft is on its way to us for approval before being sent to the printers." "Ok, then I will also offer this in that quote; I will take the product photography at high enough quality for print, and once everything is photographed I will lay out a catalog that matches the style of the website. The only bad thing that would mean is delaying your catalog mailing for a few weeks." "Why would we do that when we have already paid the other company to do it?" Ms. Cooper asked. Jack shrugged. "I will include it in the quote, so it doesn't cost you anything more, and as I say, it would match the style of your website. It could include some of the same extra product information as the website to hopefully increase sales, and," Jack narrowed his eyes in thought for a second, "while I have not seen your current catalog layout as compared to the sample of the last one Nick gave me, I noticed in that last one that there was a lot of wasted space on many of the pages. So, although I can't guarantee it, even with adding that extra product info, I think I could lay the catalog out more efficiently and save you some printing costs." Jack pulled a sheet of paper from his case and handed it to Nick. "Here's the printed version with everything I just outlined, except for the print catalog. I can add that. It also includes the figures for ongoing maintenance fees after the initial six months are up. Oh, and it assumes that all photography would take place here. Do you have a spot for that?" "Yes, we have a little makeshift studio in the back where our other photographers come to shoot product updates and the like. It has pretty good lighting equipment, I understand, but no photo equipment itself." "That's fine. I can provide my own for that." Or perhaps Jennifer could, with the proper wish. "Very, well, Jack. Can you excuse us a few minutes to discuss this a bit? If we can make a decision now, we will, I don't like to draw these things out. If not, I'll let you go for now and call you later." "Of course. Do you want me to leave the room?" "Oh, no, you relax right here. We'll go to my office." They rose and moved toward the door, giving Jack his first opportunity to really look at Ms. Cooper. Her heritage was difficult to determine; perhaps Latin, perhaps Native American, perhaps Polynesian, or most likely, some combination. Whatever it was, it had given her a beautiful countenance with a deep-tan complexion, rich brown eyes, and long, glistening black hair. Although Jack suspected that the rest of her was just as attractive, he could not tell for sure due to her loose blouse and long skirt. Like her? Genie asked. What's not to like, at least from what I can see? Well, for one, she's a hermaphrodite. She's a WHAT?! A hermaphrodite. Someone who has both make and female... I know what it means! But... I mean...well, ok, tell me what it means in this case. In this case it means she has a penis where her clitoris would normally be. O...kay. What else? That's it. Everything else is normal. So, is she, well, I don't even know the right word in this case. Does she like guys or girls? Well, predominantly guys, although it's most accurate to say she is bisexual, or at least 'bi-curious'. She desires normal sex with guys, and wants a relationship with one, although she also fantasizes about having sex with women, and receiving oral sex from them. That's... interesting. Any more interesting than you being my only guy, but my still looking forward to that harem you promised me? Well, you have a point, I suppose, but still... do you just attract this crap or what? No! Genie said defensively. You've been surrounded by people with 'interesting' sexual orientations all your life. You simply weren't aware of it. You are now able to peek at the real person beneath their protective surface veneer. With her situation, it makes perfect sense that she is here. What do you mean? As you might imagine, someone in her situation can have some challenges in relationships. When she was young she felt she had to hide her condition lest she be ridiculed. In college, she finally though she had found a nice guy who would understand her and accept her as she was. When she told him, he WAS a nice guy, and tried to let her down as easy as he could while telling her that he just couldn't handle it. This pretty much confirmed to her that she was a freak who no one would ever want to be with. And that brought her here. It is a place where she can try to find some private gratification. And has she? Physically, a little. So, is this why she is so... chilly, or does she just not like me personally? A bit of both, except that it isn't exactly personal. Huh? It's kind of complicated. She finds you very attractive, but is sure that just like every other guy, you would find her disgusting, so you are a personification of her frustration. Plus she is sure that you and your "assistant with the lovely torso" are "fucking like bunnies," which she feels is another slap in the face. I see. And is this going to cause a problem business-wise. Well, she's professional enough to try to resist letting anything personal interfere, but isn't completely successful. She is actually impressed by the work you have done, bit is playing a bit of devil's advocate. Luckily, the other two are all for it. Plus, while they don't know the cause, they have come to recognize her moods and read through them somewhat, and they figure she'll come around. Ah, they are returning. A moment later the three entered the room. Nick and Alice at least were all smiles. "Jack, I think we have a deal. We had considered getting a couple more quotes, but after doing some quick figuring on what we will save on modeling and photography, you are offering us quite a deal. We have two requests, though. The first is, we are loathe to waste what we have already spent on the upcoming catalog, even if it does mean it will not match the website for a few months. Can we take you up on the offer of a free catalog design for the next one in three months?" Jack didn't really need to consider this, as he had halfway expected it. It would actually spread the work out and not rush him to put both the website and catalog out as quickly as possible, so he said, "Sure, we can do that." "Great! And the second is, would it be possible to split this payment up over the six months the quote covers?" "Um, that should be fine, but I will need the first payment before the website is posted, plus the contract signed and notarized, of course. And the contents of the website would not be yours to use as you see fit until after everything is paid." "That should be no problem. Where do we go from here?" "Well, I have a couple of questions for you, and then I will need to write up a contract for everyone to sign." "Ok, shoot." "It will probably be most convenient for me to work from here several days a week, at least while we do the photography. Do you have a spot where I can work with a desk and fairly fast internet access?" "I think we can accommodate you there. What else?" "Well, assuming you actually want to post them, I have anticipated that you would want the instructional video clips for just your newest, most popular products, plus ones that need the most explanation. The quote includes server space and bandwidth for what I expect to be roughly a third of your products. If you want more clips, or demand for them is higher than expected, then either we can discuss removing some other clips that aren't being viewed, or increasing your storage and bandwidth to handle the extra load. Does that make sense?" "Sort of. What you are saying is that the quote includes putting videos up for about a third of our products, and if we want more, that will be an extra charge?" "Yes and no. The storage space for the video clips isn't really a problem. It's the data bandwidth used when sending each video clip from the server to the individual viewers, most likely many users at once during peak times. My internet provider allows only so much bandwidth usage per month at the current price. If bandwidth exceeds that amount, then they charge me more. So, if that occurs, we will either need to reduce the bandwidth load, or continue as-is while I pass along the extra charge for more bandwidth to you. On the other hand, if the bandwidth use is less than I expect it to be, we can even add clips at the same price. Actually, you probably want to pay for more bandwidth, because hopefully that means more people are visiting your site and buying your product." Genie Chronicles Ch. 12 "Fair enough. What else?" "Well, what kind of pull do you have with your manufacturers as far as the naming of their product goes?" "What's wrong with the product names?" Ms. Cooper asked defensively. "In general, nothing. Most are quite...descriptive. However, in line with your desire for a more tasteful website, and your goal to get your products more accepted by the mainstream market, it seems to me that product names like 'The Pussy Pounder' could be a bit of a hindrance." Ms. Cooper scowled, but Nick looked thoughtful. "You have a point. Actually, many of our products appear in different catalogs under different names, but the item itself is made by the same manufacturer. We might be able to get different packaging on some of the more 'descriptively' named products. Would you mind checking on that, Susan?" "Sure," she said, looking none too happy about it. Great, Jack thought, now she's pissed at me for another reason. "Anything else, Jack?" "No, I think that's about it." He paused. "Well, one other thing, more of an observation, I guess." This was probably going to piss off Ms. Cooper even further, but Jack figured it might be worth it to gain a little more insight into her. "I've noticed that there aren't many products for men in the catalog, and what there is seems kind of... lacking. And that's not just in your catalog, but..." He was interrupted by a disgusted snort from Ms. Cooper. She did, indeed, look angry, but this time it didn't appear to be directed at him. "That's because there ISN'T anything good for men. Believe me, I've looked. The vast majority of adult related activity on-line is men. Hell, even the majority of our products for women are actually bought by the men for women. You'd think..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "Ah. Well, that answers that, I guess. I think I've covered everything else. I will update the contract and bring it in for your final approval and for everyone to sign, and then we can get started!" "Sounds good, Jack. About how long do you think it will take to get it up and running?" "Once the contract is sign, and I'm up to speed here, probably in stages over three to four weeks. I would initially introduce the site with the new look but the same basic capabilities as the old one in order to get you up and running the quickest. Then once that was running smoothly, I would add the extra features like the video clips. That would also give us a rough idea of bandwidth usage before and after the clips are introduced." "Hmmm." "Is that a problem?" Jack asked. "No, we knew it would take awhile. We just have a few new products we really want to get going with." "Do you have artwork and product text for them?" I have some product flyers for them from the manufacturers." "Well, as I said last time, I am familiar with the current e-retail package you are using. If you can loan me the fliers, I'll scan the photos and type out whatever text you want, and add them to your current site when I come back. That's assuming you have all of the administrator account login info for your site, of course. I can have everything ready by Monday afternoon." "How much will that cost us?" Ms. Cooper asked. Jack shrugged. "Nothing." Then he grinned at Nick. "Just consider it my payment for the items I 'borrowed'." Nick smiled back. "Thanks, Jack. That will help us a lot." He rubbed his hands together. "Well, I think that about does it for today. Jack, you can pack up your stuff, and then if you'll come with me, I'll get you those fliers." Everyone stood, and Alice came over, smiling, and shook his hand. "I look forward to working with you Jack. Now let me go back and see what those people have been up to since I left the warehouse." She bustled out. Ms. Cooper followed Alice and also shook his hand. "See you Monday," then she, too, left. Jack had been too busy looking at her earlier to look at her tote board. He took a quick peek at it now, and saw it was similar to the receptionist, except that it showed a very wide interest but pretty much no experience whatsoever. Once the two ladies were gone, Jack put away his projector and laptop and followed Nick to his office. Nick dug out several glossy fliers, and then went out into the hall to the copier and made copies of their text. Grabbing a highlighter, he marked the text he wanted on the website and handed the stack over. "There you go." "Thanks. Uh, Ms. Cooper didn't seem too thrilled today..." Nick waved him off. "Don't worry about her. She can be a bit...grumpy, and today is worse than most. She didn't have much luck on her recent buying trip." "Did she at least find you a source for more durable double dildos?" Nick frowned at him for a moment, and then laughed. "Yes, as a matter of fact, she did. I guess it wasn't a total waste." "That's good. Well, I guess I'll be going. Is one o'clock on Monday ok?" Nick checked a calendar on his desk. "That should be fine. See you then! Do you need me to show you out?" "No, I'm good. Bye!" Jack showed himself to the reception area. "Have a good afternoon, Mr. Phillips!" Jack smiled at the cute receptionist. "I'm sorry, but I don't know your name?" "Jamie Aron." "Well, Ms. Aron, see you Monday afternoon." "Oh?" "Yup. It would seem I am going to be designing your website. I'll be here quite a bit for awhile." She smiled. "Well, then I look forward to working with you, Mr. Phillips." "Jack, please." "Jamie, then." "See you Monday, Jamie." "Bye!" Flirt! Jack smiled as he headed for the car. Hey, I haven't had a chance to tantalize women with this studly bod much, yet. I think it's going to be fun. Jealous? Nope. Well, not that way. When do I get to flirt? What the hell do you call all that in the grocery store? Oh. Yeah. Ok, so when do I get to flirt with someone I can do more than flirt with? Ah. Want me to go introduce you to Jamie? I would, but she isn't into girls. Ms. Cooper? Maybe some day. She isn't ready for that, yet. Well, you'll be working here with me, so perhaps you'll have the opportunity. By this time they were pulling out of the parking lot, and Jennifer appeared in the passenger seat once they were out if sight of FI. She grinned. "That's true." Once again Jack had to force himself to concentrate on the road, as there was nothing else he would rather look at than Jennifer. "So, couldn't we just give her a regular clitoris?" "Yes, and she would 'freak,' I believe is the word." "...and make her think she has always been that way?" "Yes, we could do that." "Is there a reason why we shouldn't?" "Who are you asking?" "Ummm, whoever has an answer?" "Well, neither of us, really. As Jennifer I don't have enough "life experience" yet, for lack of a better term, to advise you. What I can say is that it's a question of taking away her choice by making that choice for her. I'm not saying that is right or wrong. You have done that a couple of times already, hopefully all to good effect." "I have? When?" "Well, with Margaret at Smith & Brown, for one." "What, do you mean by helping to improve her and her boyfriend's sex lives?" "Yes." "So are you saying that she wouldn't have wanted that?" "No, she almost definitely would have. What I am saying is that she didn't have the choice." Jack thought about this for a moment. "But, for her to have that choice to make, she would have first had to have been convinced that there was a choice to make. We would have had to convince her that you existed and made her believe that you really could do that for her, or something, then asked her if she wanted you to do it. And she might have said no, for the same reason that she has never tried to explore her sexual desires in the first place; because she might have been too embarrassed about looking like a freak." "That's true Jack. Again, I'm not saying what you did was in any way the wrong thing to do. In the case of Ms. Cooper, though, giving her a clitoris might not be what she would choose." "Oh. Why not? Wouldn't that make her life a whole lot easier and happier?" "Probably, if you also wiped her memories and created new ones. But, if given the choice, she most likely would not want that. Who wants their memories erased and false ones put in their place? What she really wants is to find someone to accept her as she is." "Huh. It sounds like Jennifer just gave some pretty good advice to me." She shrugged. "Not necessarily. A much more experienced Jennifer might say, 'but forget what she probably would want given the choice. Do what it takes to make her happy now' or something." She noticed Jack getting off at a different exit ramp than usual. "Where are we going?" "We're near the mall. I thought I'd go pick up that pair of pants that was being altered." He grinned, "And I guess I need a bathing suit for tomorrow night. Is Lacey working?" "Nope. She has the weekend off." "Dang! Oh, well." "But that attractive manager with the dirty blond hair is." "So?" "So, apparently after we left she cornered Lacie and made her tell everything." "Did Lacie get into trouble?" "Not as long as she promised to turn on the security camera next time so the manager can watch." "Watch, huh. So would she rather watch, or do?" "With a big stud like you? What do you think?" "She was pretty cute. Does she like girls, by chance? "Nope." "Oh, well. I hate to make you go invisible again." "In order to seduce pretty women and screw them senseless? To what better use could my power be put, Jack." He shrugged. "Well, when you put it that way..." -------- Colleen finished folding the teal blouses for the fourth time of the day... so far. She was glad they were popular, but why oh why did the girls have to unfold every single one while looking at them, and then kind of ball them up in a sorry attempt at refolding? She turned to find what else needed doing, and there he was, the subject of her fantasies, waking and dreaming, ever since she had milked Lacie for every detail of the girl's dressing room encounter, the lucky little tramp! And he was even as she had described him coming to the dressing room counter that evening, big bulge in pants and all! "Um, hi. I need to try these on." He held up a couple of bathing suits. "Uh, yes sir, right this way." She could barely think straight as she led him to the dressing room counter. She couldn't do what she was thinking, could she? No. She couldn't. But she also couldn't let this opportunity slip by completely. Gathering all her courage, she looked down at his bulge and said, "I'm afraid that Lacey isn't here today to assist you." Then she couldn't resist adding. "Who was it this time, the twins again, or perhaps just anticipating Lacey's customer service?" He turned red and looked very embarrassed for a moment, but then looked into her eyes and said. "No, ma'am, it's someone else, this time." She couldn't believe her ears. There was no way SHE could inspire him to this state. He was still looking at her intently, though. "Uh, you will be needing similar assistance to last time?" He looked down. "It looks like it, if I am going to be able to try these on correctly." Well, maybe she could, after all. She looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. "Well," she swallowed, "all my sales associates are busy at the moment, but, um, I... might be able to assist you..." He smiled a charming smile. Wow, what a hunk! "That would be great. I really appreciate it." Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest, and she could already feel herself getting moist. "Ok, dressing room one, please, sir. I'll be there to assist you in just a moment." As soon as he had disappeared around the corner back toward the dressing rooms, she went out to confirm that her staff was running things smoothly and to let them know she was taking lunch. She then ran to her office, slapped a blank tape into the 'security recorder,' started it recording, and locked her door. She hurried toward dressing room one. Her hand was shaking as she reached up to knock. This sort of thing NEVER happened in real life! Her hand's shaking actually caused her to knock before she was quite ready. She heard his voice say, "Come in." She pulled open the door, and found him just like Lacey had described; nude from the waist down with his large, hard cock sticking out to greet her. She gasped faintly, and her knees almost buckled at the thought that this shaft would be filling her in a few moments. It wasn't quite as big as Lacey had described – Colleen knew she had been exaggerating, NOTHING was that big – but this would still be the largest she had ever experienced. "H...How may I be of assistance, sir?" "Well, about the same as Lacey was, I guess, although I would like to undress you, first." Colleen stifled another gasp, but nodded eagerly. If Lacey was to be believed, this young stud had fucked her for forty five minutes straight, and through three orgasms. Colleen was not multi-orgasmic, and had never been able to have even one during actual sex. But if Lacey was to be even half-way believed, maybe at least that last part might change this afternoon. As his gentle hands started to unbutton her blouse, she realized this was what she dreaded most. She wasn't nearly as pretty as Lacey, and these dressing room lights and mirrors were quite unflattering. However, as he revealed her slender body, he seemed quite happy with it, and she could have sworn that when he removed her bra, that her medium-sized breasts looked rounder and firmer than she remembered. Then he gently cupped them from behind and ran his fingers lightly over her nipples, and she forgot about everything else. "Just like Lacey? Are you sure that's ok?" She nodded dumbly. He laid her gently on her back, placed the folded bathing suits under her butt, and moved between her legs. "Ready?" She nodded again, not trusting herself to speak. She was a little afraid of that rod. He placed its tip at her sopping entrance and slowly slid in. She gasped, but, surprisingly, not in pain. He was gentle and slow, and took plenty of time to fill her completely. He gradually increased his rhythm until he was stroking into her at a lovely pace. She was in heaven. Fifteen minutes later she exploded. She signed in contentment, but then realized she wasn't contented. She wasn't now hypersensitive, as usual after her orgasm, too sensitive to even touch. She was ready for another one! They rolled over and she rode him to another, stronger, exhausting orgasm 15 or so minutes later. Too tired then to do much else, she let him lay her on her stomach, spread her wide, and proceed to gently but firmly fuck her from behind, rubbing constantly against what must be her heretofore undiscovered G-spot while at the same time stimulating her clit and hood against the bathing suits. About fifteen minutes later she began the longest, slowest building, most incredible orgasm of her life, until she exploded with him several long moments later. After relaxing for a few minutes, they went to their separate bathrooms to clean up, he to try on the sticky bathing suits, first. She then went back to the dressing room counter, where he showed up a few minutes later to pay for his suits. "Thank you, Sir. Cum, uh, come back soon!" He grinned. "Oh, I most definitely will!" Her pleasure was bittersweet at finding she was multi-orgasmic with this young stud that she might never fuck again. She was overjoyed, then, to find when she got home and popped in the surprisingly clear video tape (sound? When did the camera get sound?) while putting her well used Pussy Pounder to its intended purpose, that she had somehow stayed that way. -------- Jack and Jennifer went to pick up his altered pants, and then, realizing they were starving, hit the food court. This time they grabbed some Italian, and then found a table near the center of the court and enjoyed one of their favorite pastimes; looking at girls. The scenery wasn't quite as good this visit, and they didn't see anyone they recognized, but it was still fun. On their way out of the mall, Jack saw a red icon over a girl's head for the first time. She has a sexual disease? Yes, Jack. Can we cure her? Of course. Should we? That's another judgment question that I can't really answer yet. Sorry. Hmmm. Ok, did she get what she has due to a one time accident, or from a habit of risky sex? She caught it from a boy who lied to her and said he was clean and healthy. She hasn't had sex again since she found out she had contracted the disease. Good enough. Cure her, please, but she shouldn't forget the lesson to be careful. Done. As they approached his SUV, he said out loud, "Not that I'm making this wish yet, but can't I just cure everyone of all sexually transmitted diseases, everywhere?" ""Nope, that butts up against another of my restrictions." "Which one?" Jennifer gave a small exasperated sigh, and then smiled at him. "I'm sorry Jack, Master, that was not directed at you. While I grow happier and happier every day that it was you who opened my vessel, it would make things easier for you on occasion if you were born in a time when Jinn lore was fairly common knowledge." She paused. "Curing STDs everywhere is too broad a target for my powers, Jack." "Really? Why is that?" "Well, to prevent me, or any Genie for that matter, from, well, doing things like curing everyone of diseases. Or, had I "fallen into the wrong hands" as the saying goes, giving everyone diseases. Or killing everyone immediately. Or, making everyone think that one particular person should rule the world. Or, well, you get the idea." "Yeah, that makes sense. So how many people can you affect at once?" "That's a bit complicated. In general, the answer is anyone of which you are personally aware or have a connection to. That connection can be quite tenuous, though." "Uh, can you give me some examples, not just of the curing disease thing, but in general?" "Sure. You can wish me to cure someone you meet of sexual disease. You can wish me to cure someone you read about in the newspaper. You can wish me to cure someone that someone else mentions to you. Where it starts to get more complicated is with groups of people. You can affect others in what might be called a cone of association. For instance, you cannot simply say that you want every girl on the university campus we passed the other day to experience an earth shattering orgasm. You do not have a sufficient association with all of them. However if you are attending a concert on the campus mall and every female student happens to be there, then you could very well wish me to give them all one. You, as a fellow concert attendee, being there with all of them, gives you enough of an association. You would be the focal point of a wide, flat cone. "Going back to your sexual disease example, you could have me cure a person you discover is infected, any persons that person has infected, any persons those people have in turn infected, etcetera. You can even cure whoever infected the first person you discovered. That would be an example of a long narrow cone. The longer the cone, the narrower it must be. What you cannot do is travel back up the line and down all of its other branches, effectively wiping out the disease. Does all that make sense? "Uh... maybe. So, did that girl back there infect anyone else before she found out?" "No." "How about the ass-hole who infected her? Has he infected anyone else?" Genie Chronicles Ch. 12 "Several other girls, yes." "And have they gone on to infect others?" "A couple." "So, if I said that I would like for any girl that he has infected, and any others that they have infected, and so on, were to be cured, you could do that? Is that a good example of a 'cone'? "Yes and yes. You are close enough to the boy to include everyone he has infected and so forth." "Ok, then do so, please, although don't let them think that this is a green light to go out and have dangerous sex again or anything." Tingle. "Done." "As for the ass-wipe himself, who has knowingly infected those girls, or at least knowingly endangered them, let's have it so he can never do so again. He won't be able to get an erection or function in any other way sexually with a partner unless that partner is fully informed and willing. I am assuming that would have to be someone who is also infected. Oh, and 'informed and willing' also means no rape or sexual assault, or any assault, for that matter. Can't have him taking his frustrations out on innocent folks." Tingle. "Done." They rode a few moments in silence before Jack asked. "So, would your powers allow someone to be infected with a terrible disease that might go on to kill a lot of people? Maybe everyone?" She looked at him seriously. "Yes." "Holy Crap!" He had a thought. "Has that ever happened before? AIDS, maybe?" Her eyes flashed. "It is certainly possible, although I cannot actually determine if AIDS was so created." "Not sexual enough?" he asked doubtfully. "It isn't that. AIDS could have quite possibly been created by magic initially, but in so subtle a fashion that I cannot detect it. If suddenly one guy had it and started infecting people, then maybe, but it didn't develop that way." "Huh. So, if another Genie did do something like that, could you detect who it was?" She shook her head. "No. That goes back to not being able to find other Jinn." "And you couldn't undo it unless it was by a less powerful Genie, right?" "Correct." "So, how could it be stopped?" "Well, in the case of something like AIDS, pretty much how it is being combated now; sexual education, prevention, and drug research." "Ah." He thought for a moment. "So, could you create an AIDS cure that could be distributed by drug companies?" "Yes. But keep in mind that its introduction would need to be just as subtle to avoid it being clouded under suspicion." "Ok. Man! I'll have to think about that. I hate to let anyone else die of AIDS that doesn't have to, but I see what you mean. It needs to be done the right way or no one will accept it." He sighed. "Wow, this conversation sure has taken a serious turn. What say we go rent a movie or something?" "Sounds great, Jack." They rented a comedy and headed home. After enjoying it with several bags of popcorn, they traded it for an adult DVD, proceeded to put the on-screen sex to shame, and went to bed tired but contented. Genie Chronicles Ch. 13 Author's Note: Welcome, intrepid reader! For lucky Chapter 13, I am going to try something a bit different. The game played in this chapter is based on a real one; not only the game itself, but the match that is actually played. I have not been able to play the game myself with more than one person, and while that was a lot of fun, it doesn't quite take full advantage of what the game has to offer. So, I thought I'd try it vicariously through my characters Check the footnote for more info about the game if you are interested. ---------- Jack woke first Saturday morning. He rolled over to spoon with Jennifer, who murmured contentedly and pressed her luscious butt into his crotch, awakening his cock. He wrapped his arm around her to cup her lower breast, and then lightly stroked her nipple. Her purring increased. Reaching around a little awkwardly with his other hand he gently moved her hair away from her long, graceful neck, and then nuzzled and kissed it softly. She smiled and opened her eyes. Turning her head, she kissed him. "Good Morning, Master." "Good Morning." He returned his lips to hers. She rolled onto her back, and they kissed leisurely while he continued to play with her breasts, and she snaked a hand between their bodies to lightly fondle his balls and shaft. When their lips parted many languorous moments later, Jennifer said, "That was a nice way to waken, Jack." He grinned. "I'm glad you like it. It's good that you do, because I only have so many ways to wake you..." he raised his eyebrows, "or do I? You can use your powers without my direction when it's for me, like we talked about the other day, right?" "Yes." She said, looking curiously up at him. She was also looking delectably beautiful, lying on the pillow with her dark red mane fanned out around her head, and he had to concentrate for a moment to bring his thoughts back to his question. "I know you said you can't give me any of your powers..." "Correct. I cannot give you the power to grant wishes." "Ok. But can you give me the ability to direct your powers without your conscious knowledge? When it's just between me and you, like you can do? What I'm looking for is a way to be able to wake you in just as interesting a fashion as you are able to wake me... among other things." She looked interested, but doubtful. "I'd love to, Jack, but that is a bit too close to granting you my powers." "Hmmm. Can you forget wishes I make?" She shook her head. "Nope. That could cause all sorts of problems, even more than having you forget the wrong things." "Okay, then, can you... block or hide wishes I make, like you only remember them subconsciously until they are done or something." She narrowed her eyes at him, "Maybe..." He thought for a moment, then said, "Because some sexual fantasies that I might have planned between us wouldn't be nearly as fun if you knew what I was planning ahead of time, I wish that, whenever I preface an acceptably sexual wish with the words 'Secret Wish, ' you will grant the wish unconsciously, and that you will not be aware of the wish being made or remember it on a conscious level until what I have wished for is complete. I will still be able to undo the wish, though, if necessary. Oh, and I should be able to make the wish while you sleep so that I might give my share of morning surprises." He looked at her expectantly. She squinted at him. He felt a serious tingle. Her eyes flashed. "I think that should work." She grinned. "Try it." "Ummm, Secret Wish: You will have a mild spontaneous orgasm." She continued to look at him expectantly, and then her expression changed to one of surprise as her body shuddered. "Oh, my. I'd say that works quite well." Jack grinned like a kid in a candy store. He then moved to lay atop her, most of his weight on knees and elbows, and started kissing her again. Ironically, both of them forgot about kinky sexual wishes for awhile after that... except for when two invisible mouths attacked Jennifer's breasts while Jack's was busy further down... and when they 'reappeared' to return the favor on Jack's balls a bit later... and... By the time they finally finished playing and got cleaned up, it was almost lunchtime. They raided the kitchen for something to eat, and then Jack took a little time to check e-mail and his clients' sites before he and Jennifer got ready to head to Skip and Sharron's for the evening's get-together. Knowing how things often went with those guys, Jack packed a small bag for an overnight stay. "You might want to 'pack' your stuff in there, too." "Ok, what should I take?" Jack shrugged. "Casual stuff; shorts, t-shirt, skimpy string bikini." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Thong?" He grinned. "Naw, I just want to make them jealous, not give them coronaries." They finished packing the bag and headed out the door. The only thing Skip had said to bring was anything they wanted to drink other than beer, so Jack stopped at the liquor story to grab some alcohol, mixers, and a few regular sodas. Once back on the road, Jack said. "Ok, Jennifer Holiday, time for me to learn all about Jennifer Holiday." She swooned at him. "Ooo, just like a first date! My birthday is December first, my sign is Sagittarius, my favorite color is purple, I love long walks on the beach in the rain..." "Very funny, Miss December. What degree did you decide on?" "I have a double degree in Business and Public Relations from University of Washington at Seattle." "Why there?" Jack interrupted. "Because it is a very good school far away from here, that isn't as well known as many others." "Goctha. How did you like Seattle?" "Lovely, rainy, lots of coffee." Very well, please continue." "I supported myself through college by doing some modeling - legitimate modeling - and I still do a bit on the side. Nothing anyone here would have seen so far, of course, just local catalogs and stuff." "Really? I'd like to see your portfolio." He replied, grinning. Her eyes flashed and she smiled back. "Very well. It's on the bookshelf at the apartment for your perusal when we get back." "It is, is it? Does that mean that there are also now lots of catalogs in the northwest with your photos in them?" :No, not at the moment.That could cause some anonymity problems. The portfolio is made up of some unused but very, um, flattering photography. If we need some references later, you'll have to wish something up. "Ok, got it. So, what are you doing now?" "I just moved into the area, I am looking for a position, we met and fell in love." She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Secret wish: give your ribs a quick tickle." She jumped and shrieked. "Hey!" "You deserved that." She stuck her tongue out at him, and then wrapped her arms around her ribs defensively, not that it would have done any good. "So how shall we say we met?" "That's part of both our stories, so I need your help on that one." "Hmmm. How about... we were introduced by my aunt shortly before she passed away? We'll say she met you in some little antique store, and thought you would be a perfect match for her nephew, so she engineered an encounter. That's sort of true in a way, and it sounds like something she'd do." A sudden thought struck him. He narrowed his eyes at Jennifer speculatively. "Maybe it's something she did do?" Jennifer's eyes widened. "Do you really think so?" Jack shrugged. "Who knows, with the way she was? We may never know, although that might be a question we can investigate indirectly with mom at the beach, if we're careful." They continued to discuss Jennifer's background for most of the forty five minute drive, but as they neared their destination, Jack turned to the topic of their hosts. "Skip works in shipping and receiving for a large industrial manufacturing firm. Sharron is an administrative assistant in one of the departments at one of the universities. I met them when we lived in the same apartment complex. They lived a couple doors down." "Skip always reminds me of an upside-down pyramid with a head placed on 'top'. He has wide shoulders and chest which then narrow down through his stomach and legs to the point at his feet. Don't get me wrong; he's a pretty good looking guy, I guess, in a sort of manly-man sort of way; you know, buzz-cut, all that." "What about Sharron?" Jack frowned. "She has a great personality, a little on the wild side, but lots of fun. She's actually a bit of a mystery, body-wise. Her face is lovely, but in the casual clothes I usually see her wearing, her body appears fairly nondescript. Yet in some of the pictures they have displayed of trips like their honeymoon in the Bahamas, she looks to be fairly hot in her bikini top. I've been wondering just how she really looks unclothed, so I'm looking forward to the hot tub for that reason if nothing else." Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Am I to understand that you expect us to be nude in the hot tub?" Jack grinned. "Well, although I was meaning that hopefully Sharron would be wearing a nice skimpy bikini herself, now that you mention it, it wouldn't surprise me. Both Skip and Sharron are fairly... rambunctious. With that little exhibitionist streak I have apparently wished into you, I assume that isn't a problem?" She grinned. "Nope, not unless it is for you." Jack grinned back, then said, "One possible barrier to that happening, though, might be Betsy and Robert. Skip mentioned that he invited them, too. I don't know them very well, as they moved in on the other side of Skip and Sharron shortly before I moved out. Betsy, if I remember, is a cute little blond. The description 'petite yet curvaceous' always came to mind. I also seem to remember Robert being fairly quiet and reserved, which is what could possibly put a damper on 'skinny tubbing '. "One ironic thing I definitely remember is that, although Betsy seems to 'wear the pants' for the couple, Skip said that she likes to be spanked. You have to take many things Skip says with a grain of salt, but in this case both he and Sharron have mentioned hearing some interesting sounds coming through the wall that they couldn't identify as being anything else." "Want me to find out?" Jack grinned again. "Not yet. Let's see how things go this evening, first. Ah, I believe this is it." He pulled into the driveway of an attractive, fairly new-looking brick ranch-style house with a dark green shingled roof and matching shutters. "Let's knock and make sure before we unload the stuff." Regardless of her earlier confirmation of her exhibitionist streak, Jennifer suddenly looked nervous again. Jack just grinned and got out. He was a little jittery himself, not from nervousness, but from anticipating his friends' reactions to his new look and especially his new girlfriend. He took her hand and they walked up to the door and rang the bell. A few seconds later Skip answered it, as broad and effusive as ever. "Jack! You look great! What the hell have you been doing to..." he made the 'mistake' of glancing at Jennifer, and all thoughts of Jack were blown out of his head. "Whoa! Who's the super model?!" Jack grinned and shook his head, thinking that some folks never change, while Jennifer smiled demurely. "Skip, please meet Jennifer Holiday, my girlfriend. Jennifer, this is Skip Parks, the guy I warned you to stay away from at all costs." This comment flew by Skip completely, although one earlier word finally percolated through. "Girlfriend? A total babe like this actually went out with a guy like you? And more than once?" "Thanks, ass-hole. You going to let us in or not?" "Oh. Yeah. Come on in. Sharron is in the kitchen." He led them a rather erratic path inside to the kitchen, as he was looking over his shoulder at Jennifer most of the time. They did indeed find Sharron there, puttering around, her shoulder blade-length dark brunette hair currently pulled back with a scrunchie, her loose blouse and shorts once again hiding the details of her medium-tall, slender figure. Jack did confirm that what he could see of her legs below her shorts was quite nice. She turned at their entrance, took one look at Jennifer, and said, "Shit. My husband's going to be absolutely worthless for the rest of the day." But then she smiled her unique dimpled-cheek crooked smile, and, eyes sparkling with good humor, came around the counter to greet Jennifer. "You must be Jack's girlfriend. I'm Sharron." She extended her hand. Jennifer shook it gracefully and said, "Yes. I'm Jennifer. It is very nice to meet you, and thank you for inviting us to your new home." "And polite, too!" She turned to Jack and looked at him closely for the first time. "Wow Jack! You look great, too." She hugged him briefly, and when she released him her lopsided smile was part smirk. "Meathead there may not be the only worthless one this evening." It was Jack's turn to blush a bit, while Skip, who had recovered sufficiently, protested "Hey!" good-naturedly. "So, where's your stuff? You did pack a bag, right?" Sharron asked. Jack grinned. "I though we might need it, so yeah. It's in the car, along with some drinks and stuff." "Well, go get it. Skip, go help him." Jack turned to go, giving Jennifer a 'you ok?' look as he did. Sharron caught it, and laughed. "She'll be fine! I can't grill her that deeply in the time it will take you to unload. Go!" As soon as they were out of earshot, Skip said conspiratorially, "Ok, dude, where'd you hire her. You had to, right?" "No, you fucker, I didn't!" He went on to relate the concocted story of their meeting. "Dude, you are one lucky sonofabitch. Does she screw as good as she looks?" A typical Skip question, and Jack decided to give him the answer it deserved. "You know, as hot as she looks, that's nothing compared to the sex. It's unfuckingbelieveable." "Really?" "Really." "Like, triple-x porn star sex?" Jack snorted. "Amateurs." "You're full of shit." "Nope." By this time they were almost back to the kitchen, and when Skip caught site of Jennifer, he murmured, "Lucky bastard." "You have absolutely no idea," Jack murmured back. At their approach both girls turned and smiled. Jack smiled back at Jennifer. Everything ok? Yep. She's nice. I like her. Jack hugged Jennifer lightly as Sharron turned to check on something on the stove, a task made challenging due to some mild molestation from Skip. She interrogate you yet? Not really. Just asked how we met, wanted all the sappy details. You know, girl stuff. Ah. Sharron slapped Skip's hand away and said, "Make yourself useful and give them the tour." "Ok. Right this way, guys." He showed them through the nicely decorated and furnished four-bedroom house, and then what was obviously his pride and joy, a covered deck that ran the length of the back of the house. "We spend a lot of time out here. We love to sit in the Jacuzzi. The ceiling fans help keep it cool, and to keep down the bugs. We also have some screens we can lower to help keep them out, and add a little privacy. There's a wet bar out here, with a bar fridge. I'll bring your drink stuff out, and you guys can make yourselves at home. I'm going to help Sharron finish up a couple of things." Jack was fairly sure what they needed the privacy screens for, although he doubted that they used them very often. He didn't see them as a couple that cared much if someone watched. Um, is the Jacuzzi fairly clean? Tingle. Yes, fairly. Why don't you make it really clean? Done. "Can we help?" Jack asked Skip as he headed inside. "Naw, you guys just hang out. We'll be done in a few. I hope burgers and dogs on the grill are ok?" "Great! Anyone else coming?" "Yeah, Betsy and Robert should be here in a bit." "Cool." Jack followed Skip back in long enough to help carry out the drink supplies, and then he asked, "Might I fix the lady a drink?" "That would be wonderful, Jack." "What would the lady like?" "I have absolutely no idea." Jack grinned, and fixed her a Pina Colada. He popped open a beer for himself. "Yummm! Thanks, Jack!" "Sure. And there's plenty more where that came from." "Trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?" "Absolutely." "'Unfuckingbelieveable', huh?" "You were listening, were you?" "Nope, just caught it on instant replay." Jack grinned. "I see. Well, again, the answer is 'absolutely'." He gave her a peck on the cheek. They chatted and joked for a few minutes, and Jack was seriously considering some subtle fooling around when he heard voices signaling the arrival of Betsy and Robert. A moment later, Skip showed them out to the deck. They were both pretty much as Jack had remembered, although Betsy had let her short-cropped blond hair grow almost down to her shoulders. Introductions were made all around, and, predictability, Robert had a hard time keeping his eyes off of Jennifer. Betsy seemed fine with this, but when she in turn gave some similar attention to Jack, Robert didn't look happy. "Well, Jack, as you tended bar a bit in college, I pronounce you bartender for the evening. Get these kids some drinks," Skip said. "Alrighty. What can I fix you guys?" Everyone chatted amiably through a few drinks and then a casual dinner. Jack's liberal bartending helped greatly to get everyone mellow and happy, especially Jennifer. And the happier she got, the friskier she got, not that anyone witnessed the invisible butt grabs, nipple nibbles, ball tickles, and cock licks. At least not until one particularly firm butt pinch made him jump, and Sharron noticed. "You ok, Jack?" "Yeah, just one of those little random shivers, you know?" Jen, better lighten up on the teasing, or people are going to start thinking I'm acting really weird. Yes sir, Jack! Shhhhhhh! Jack rolled his eyes. Great. It looked like he had a drunk Genie on his hands. Not long after that Skip suggested they adjourn to the large hot tub, and the anticipatory tension peaked as everyone contemplated seeing the others, and particularly the ladies, and most particularly Jennifer, almost naked and tipsy in the Jacuzzi. The girls hopped up to go change, while the guys simply shucked off shirts and shoes - they were already in their trunks - and grabbed fresh drinks for the ladies and themselves before sampling the waters. "Hey, no fair getting in before we got here!" Betsy protested as they returned. Still, all three girls seemed to enjoy putting on a little strut and jiggle as they approached the tub and slowly entered the hot water. First was Betsy, who was wearing a blue two piece that, while not as skimpy as the two suits to follow, still proved that she was indeed petite yet curvaceous, with full round breasts for her size, a tiny waist that flared to full hips and round ass, and somewhat short but nicely toned legs. Next came Jennifer, and all eyes were riveted to what her skimpy green bikini revealed, and what it didn't. Last came Sharron, and Jack was pleased to see that his suspicions had been correct. Her clothes hid a slender, wonderfully understated yet magnificent body, with the curves of her small-to-medium sized breasts flowing into her torso and slender waist, then to lightly flared hips, and on to lovely legs that were actually fairly long for her height. Skip and Robert were still staring mostly at Jennifer as she arranged herself, but Jack looked only at Sharron. She noticed, and smiled at him. Jennifer noticed too. I SHOULD be offended, she teased, but that was very nice of you Jack. She is lovely, isn't she? Yes, it wasn't too much of a sacrifice. All three of you are stunning. Then he decided to say it out loud. He raised his glass. "To three stunningly beautifully ladies." The three guys clinked glasses and drank while the girls blushed and grinned. Genie Chronicles Ch. 13 The friendly talk resumed and some friendly jostling in the water commenced, both getting slightly more risqué as more alcohol was consumed. Finally, Skip said, "I have an idea." "Oh no, here it comes," Sharron said, rolling her eyes but smiling. "What?" he asked in mock hurt tones. "Nothing, go ahead." Everyone figured they knew what was coming, and seemed fairly comfortable with it by this point. A possible exception was Robert, who appeared to waffle back and forth every time he looked at Betsy, then Jennifer. But Skip pulled a surprise. "I was in that novelty store in the mall the other day, you know, the one with the gag gifts and adult novelties? Anyhow, I found this electronic game called Super Strip. It's kind of like Strip Poker on steroids, although the poker part isn't really even in there." "What do you mean 'isn't in there, ' and what does 'on steroids' mean?" Jack asked. "Hold on, I'll go get it and the instructions." He jumped out of the tub, splashing everyone liberally as he went, and ran into the house, Sharron's "at least wrap a towel around yourself first, you big doofus" completely ignored. He returned a few moments later with what looked like a largish hand-held video game and a small instruction booklet. He sat down in a chair by the tub, scanning the booklet, dripping a puddle onto the deck. Sharron shook her head. "Ok," Skip began, "here's how this works; we enter in each person's name, gender, sexual persuasion and clothing items worn..." "What do you mean, 'sexual persuasion'?" Betsy interrupted, blinking at him a bit more rapidly than normal in inebriated concentration. "You know, straight, bi, or homosexual." "Oh. Ok. So what's the goal? How do you win?" "You win by being the last person to have either clothes or points. Or both, of course." "How do you get points?" Sharron asked. Apparently Skip hadn't mentioned this game to her beforehand. "I'm getting to that!" Sharron threw up her hands in an exaggerated motion and said sarcastically, "Sor-ree! By all means, continue!" "Everyone starts the game with 20 points. The first person 'picks' a card. If it isn't a face card or ace, the next player picks. Whenever an ace or face card comes up, the next player has a number of chances to also turn over an ace or face card; four chances if the card was an ace, three for a king, two for a queen, and only one chance for a jack. If that player is successful, then the next player has to do the same thing. Whenever a person isn't successful, he or she loses that hand. When you lose, you have four choices; you can take off a piece of clothing and receive 40 points, you can take a punishment and receive 10 to15 points, depending on how risqué the card is, you can take a reward at a cost of 10 to 15 points, ditto, or you can take pot luck, which is just that, at a cost of 5. Oh, and once you are naked, you lose 20 points each time you lose a hand." "What are rewards and punishments?" Robert asked. "Well, I currently have this thing set to 'R-rated, ' so pretty much anything that you might see in an R-rated movie. A punishment might be that you have to bare and shake your boobs - if you are a girl, of course - or that you have to chug a beer. A reward might be that you get to kiss anyone of your choice matching your persuasion." "R-rated, huh? Am I to assume that there is something beyond R?" Sharron asked. Skip grinned. "Yup, 'X', but I figured that might be going a little too far," his grin turned lecherous, "at least for the first time." Sharron rolled her eyes as he turned back to the group. "Oh, and there are a couple of extra things like surprise cards and a little dice game on the side that I disabled because they looked too complicated for the first time." He took a breath. "Ok for everyone? Wanna play?" Jennifer looked at Jack and raised her eyebrows in question, listing slightly to port, then overcorrecting to starboard. He gave a 'what the hell' shrug and said to Skip, "Sure, we'll play." Meanwhile Betsy and Robert were in serious whispered conversation. What's that all about? Jack asked. Jennifer frowned at them intently. Umm, Robert doesn't want to play because he doesn't want to reveal what he thinks is a small penis. Betsy is telling him it isn't too small, don't be silly, let's play. Jack hid a smile. Even her silent speech sounded slurred. Is he? Is he what? Jack had to resist rolling his eyes. Is he small? Oh... Well, he's a bit shorter than average, but thick enough. As pretty much all of Betsy's inside sensitive spots are within the first couple of inches, she's satisfied for the most part. Well, would making him longer help or hurt their sexual enjoyment? Help. They could try some different positions and stuff. Jack grinned. Ok, make Robert as long as Betsy can comfortably handle, and thicker if it will improve their sex... no make Robert just slightly longer than she can handle. It will give them something extra to play around with. But don't let him notice yet. Can you handle that in your current condition? She drew herself up in an over-dignified expression of offense at his insinuation. Of course! He glanced at Skip and Sharron to see if they had noticed her odd behavior, but they were too busy watching Betsy and Robert. Ok, do it. Now, while we are at it, what about those two? Jennifer's head swiveled their way. Actually, Skip is almost too wide for her. They have to use lots of lubrication. Sharon isn't complaining, although it has prevented them from trying anal sex so far, which they are both interested in. His length is fine for them both. Hmmm. Can you make both 'entrances' more elastic for her, but still nice and tight for him? And, you know, still have her function normally in all other respects? I wouldn't want that to cause any unpleasant side effects like incontinence or anything, so make her tight, but still healthy and normal for the rest of her life? Tingle. Even that felt inebriated! Done. . Oh, I should have asked one other thing first, I guess. Can you tell if all these guys would want these changes if they were given the choice? Almost definitely. Cool. They were interrupted by Betsy saying enthusiastically, "Ok, we'll play!" Robert looked anything but enthusiastic. At least for now, Jack thought. "Great!" Skip said, his eyes lingering on Jennifer again for a moment. She stuck her tongue out at him. He had the grace to blush while Sharron glared at him in what appeared to be mostly mock annoyance before turning to leer outrageously at Jack. Skip cleared his throat. "Ok, so the first thing I need to do is enter everyone's name and stuff. I'll do mine first." He pressed buttons for awhile, cussing occasionally. "I have put myself in as a male heterosexual. Oh. What clothing items are we going with?" After some good-natured volleying between the guys and girls, it was decided that the guys would wear T-shirts, swim trunks, and shoes, while the girls would wear either bikini tops or T-shirts, bikini bottoms or shorts with no underwear, and shoes. They all started hopping out of the tub to dry off and dress appropriately. Skip finished entering the clothing items for himself, then asked Sharron, "Persuasion?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Just R-rated, right?" He nodded hopefully. She pondered for another moment. "Bi." "WooHoo!" Skip entered her information. "Jack?" "Straight." Skip entered his info. "Jennifer?" She looked at Jack questioningly again. He looked back at her. Don't ask me. It's Jennifer's decision, although, is there really any question? She smiled, and then looked at Sharron. "Bi." "Oh, boy." Skip entered her information with slightly unsteady hands. "Robert?" "Straight." "Betsy?" "Sorry guys, I gotta go straight. I don't think I'm up for the bi thing." "Aw!" collectively from the guys. She shrugged apologetically, doing nice things to her cleavage. "Ok, everyone who doesn't have on what they are going to wear, fix it. It's my game, so I'm picking the first card!" Skip was about to press the draw button, but then said, "Oh, I forgot to mention; there are 35 punishment cards, and after those are gone, Pot Luck is also gone. There isn't a limit on reward cards. Ready?" He pressed the button. "Four." He handed the game to Sharron. She pressed the button. "Eight." She handed it to Jack. "Queen," he announced as he handed the game to Jennifer. "You get two tries." "Four, nope. Nine, shoot!" She squinted at the screen. "It says I have to choose to lose an article of clothing, take a punishment, take a reward, or choose pot luck. Um, I think I will lose my shoes." She pushed the appropriate button. "Ah! I have 60 points! Now what?" "You pass it to Robert. And take off your shoes, of course," Skip replied. She gave the game to Robert, and slipped off her sandals. Robert pressed the button. "Six." The game made it around to Jack, who lost. "I'll sell my shoes, also." "Borrring!" Skip droned. Jack grinned. "Bite me." He handed the game to Jennifer. This time the game made it all the way around to Jennifer again and then to Skip, who finally lost. "I am going to take a punishment in order to earn some credits" He pushed the appropriate button. "You must share a long slow French kiss with Sharron and Betsy." Betsy said, "It doesn't say that!" while at the same time Sharron said "That's a punishment for you?" He showed the screen to everyone. Betsy harrumphed. "I think you've programmed that thing to cheat for you. Ok, so both of us at once, or individually?" Sharron said, "Well, as you chose straight, I would have to say individually. But first, everyone drink!" Everyone took a swig of their respective adult beverages, except for Skip, who said, "Hey! Why do you need to take a drink before you kiss me?" "Liquid courage, my dear," Sharron said, her patented lopsided smile on her face. "You didn't need any of that last night, missy!" Sharron stuck her tongue out at him, them gave him a sultry look, "Come here, big stud. Me first." He leaned over, and they shared what was indeed a long, steamy French kiss. He then crawled around to Betsy. "Ready?" he asked, obviously nervous now that the game was being played for real. Betsy nodded back just as nervously. They tentatively kissed, obviously very self conscious to be doing this in front of their significant others, not to mention Jack and Jennifer. After a moment, though, they lost their rigidity, and the kiss was pretty steamy by the end. Robert looked none too pleased. Sharron, who didn't seem bothered at all, picked up the game and pressed the draw button. It made it all they way around to her again, and then to Jennifer, who lost again. "Again?!" She sighed. "Ok, I'll take a punishment." She pushed the button. "Hmmm, I must wear a blindfold for five minutes." She looked up and shrugged. Skip stood and said, "Wait, got one right over here." Everyone looked at him incredulously. "What? The instructions included a list of items to gather ahead of time so you wouldn't have to search for them during the game." He grinned as he went behind the bar and opened a box. "You should see what else is in here!" He extracted a strip of cloth, which he brought to Jennifer. Jack helped her tie it on. Robert picked up the game and hit the button, it made it to Skip. "Oh, all right, I'll lose my shoes." "Borrrring!" everyone mocked him. Sharron started again. Betsy lost. "I'll take a punishment." She hit the button. "I must pretend I am a drowning swimmer. Skip the Lifeguard saves me, and gets to perform mouth to mouth resuscitation." As she had decided to wear her bikini bottoms rather than shorts, she gave the game to Robert, ran over and hopped back into the Jacuzzi, and started splashing while saying, "Help, help. I'm drowning," in a monotone voice and rolling her eyes. Then she dunked under. "Aww," Jennifer whined, "now I see why this blindfold is a punishment." Skip hopped up and ran over to the tub. He had no problem lifting her short, curvy body out of the water, taking the opportunity to grab a little ass as he did so, as she was currently "unconscious." He laid her out on the deck, admired the view of her round breasts hugged by her now wet string bikini for a second, and then opened her mouth, put his over it, and started puffing. Her chest visibly inflated a couple of times before she lost it and started giggling. "Ok, I'm 'resuscitated'," she panted, "although I don't think lifeguards usually stick their tongues so far down the drowning girls' throats." Skip just grinned and shrugged. "That is an interesting feeling, though, having someone else breathe into you." Robert looked even less happy. Skip returned to his spot and resumed the game while Betsy dried off again. The round only made it to Jack. "You know what? Screw it, I'm taking a reward." He pressed the appropriate button. "It says I get to hug whoever I want." He showed it for proof. He then stood up and went over to Betsy, who also stood. He picked her up into a bear hug. She laughed. Setting her down, he went over to Sharron. Putting his arms around her, he pulled her close and gave one firm, round ass cheek a good squeeze. She narrowed her eyes at him. He grinned, and then went over to Jennifer. He helped her to stand, and then gently pulled her close and held her until he got a couple of "aww's" from the girls, and a raspberry from Skip. He removed her blindfold, saying, "I think it's been five minutes." Once Jack released her, Jennifer grinned, kissed him on the cheek, snaking her tongue into his ear briefly while in the neighborhood, and then sat and picked up the game to continue. Robert lost for the first time. Not surprisingly, he sold his shoes. Betsy started again, and it made it all the way back to her, whereupon she lost. "Crap! Ok, I'll sell my shoes, too." Skip started again, and it went around to him, then around to him again, whereupon he lost. "Hmmm. Ok, I'll sell my shirt." All the girls Ooo'd and Ahhh'd as he again revealed his barrel chest with a fuzz of medium brown hair. Sharron took up the box, and it made it to Betsy. "Again?! Ok, fuck it, I'm taking a reward, too." She pressed the button, and her eyes got big. "It says that all of the guys must stand in front of me and take down their shorts while I - aw damn! - visually determine who is biggest." "It doesn't say that!" Skip objected. She showed him the screen. "Damned if it doesn't." He stood, and slapped Jack on the shoulder. "Come on, buddy." Jack slowly stood, and they both walked over to stand in front of a kneeling Betsy. A very, very reluctant Robert joined them. He said, "You've seen mine already, Can't I just..." Now, Robert, it will be fine, don't worry..." she trailed of at the look on his face. He had pulled out the front of his trunks. "Um." "Robert, what is it?" "Um." "Robert?" Betsy was starting to sound a bit alarmed. Unable to say anything coherent, Robert just dropped his shorts. Betsy gasped. "Oh, my!" Skip looked down, and then slapped Robert on the back. "Nice one, big guy. Nothing there to be ashamed of." Sharron started to edge her way around to get a look, but Skip caught the movement over his shoulder. "Uh uh, ma'am. This isn't your reward!" Sharron pouted and sat back down. Skip turned back. "My turn!" He dropped his trunks. Betsy had to tear her eyes away from Robert's shocking cock, reminded that she was still playing the game, and that it would look very particular if she displayed too much surprise at seeing Robert's penis. She had to admit, Skip's rod was impressive... until Jack dropped his bathing suit. "Oh, my!" she said again. Skip looked down again. "Holy shit, dude!" He turned to look at Jennifer over his shoulder. "Damn, woman. How can you still walk?!" Jennifer just smiled and shrugged. Sharron made to get up again, then sat and pouted some more. "Ummm." Betsy said, a bit flustered, as her eyes went back and forth between the three biggest cocks she had seen in person. "Jack's is definitely the longest, although Skip's may be just a bit thicker." She paused and looked up at Robert. "But my favorite is Robert's." Robert still just stood there, too stunned to respond. "Hey, no fair playing favorites," Skip complained. He turned to Jack. "Tie?" Jack laughed. "Sure." They pulled their shorts back up, followed very slowly by a still-bewildered Robert, and returned to their seats. Betsy handed the game to Skip. He started it, and it made it back around to and past him to Jennifer. "Oh, well, I guess I'll sell my bikini top." "Why?" Betsy asked, immediately receiving shut up looks from Skip and Robert, who had come out of his daze at Jennifer's decision. "You have plenty of points, don't you?" Jennifer shrugged. "I like points. How many do I have, now?" Skip motioned for the game, and then pushed some buttons. "70. Removing your top will give you 110, which will make you..." he pushed more buttons, and grinned, "tied for first with me!" Jennifer grinned back. "Good enough reason." Her hands went to her back to untie one string, then her neck to untie the other. She cupped her breasts before the bikini top could fall off, and then displayed some of the stripping talent she had shown to Jack on their first day. She pulled the bikini top away to give them what they were expecting to finally be a good look at her tits, but instead her hair, which had been lying across her arms, fell to cover them. She sat and looked at everyone innocently, then grinned at their protests. She moved her hair over her shoulders at what seemed to be one strand at time, until finally her glorious chest was completely revealed, and all cocks and nipples were rock hard, even Betsy's. After everyone had a chance to salivate over her tits for a few moments, she finally broke the spell by saying, "Who's next?" "Rah..." Skip cleared his throat and tried again. "Robert." Robert started the next round. Skip lost it. "Damn! Well, I guess I'll retake the lead by taking a punishment." He read the screen. "I must give Sharron and Betsy full body massages." He clapped his hands and rubbed them together enthusiastically. "Who's first?" Sharron looked at Betsy. "As nice as that sounds - he gives really good massages, Betsy - maybe we should write out an IOU for those. That might take too long right now. Is that ok with everyone?" Everyone nodded. Skip actually ran to find a pad and pen and scribbled IOUs to hand to the girls. Sharron hit the button, and it made it to Robert. He sold his shirt, again to Ooo's and Ahhh's from the girls. He blushed. Betsy resumed the game, drew a face card, and handed it to Skip, who immediately lost again. "DAMMIT! Oh, well. You know what we haven't tried? Pot Luck. I can do that and still keep my lead." He hit the button, then said, "uh, oh." "What?" came the chorused reply. "Um, everyone has to remove one piece of clothing. See." He showed the screen for proof, and then smiled innocently and shrugged. After that he was dodging and ducking as everyone threw their already-removed clothing at him, including a couple pairs of shoes. Sharron finally said, "Very well, you first, 'big guy'." Skip shrugged, stood, and shucked off his shorts. There was a murmur of approval at his thick semi-erect shaft, and a smattering of applause as he displayed it to them proudly. Sharron was next, and as she had lost no clothing yet, she removed her shoes to boo's and from the guys and 'show us your tits!' from Skip. Jack's shirt went, earning even more Oooo's and Ahhh's from the ladies. Genie Chronicles Ch. 13 Jennifer stood and 'stripped' off her shorts, once again leaving everyone aroused and speechless, except for Skip, who leaned over to Jack and whispered, "Did I mention that you are one lucky bastard?" Jack could only nod. Robert stood and nervously but not nearly as hesitatingly as earlier removed his shorts. His new and improved shaft got an appreciative nod and smile from Genie, which caused it to stiffen a bit, a "Wow," from Sharron, who then gave Betsy a look that said, "You told me he was a bit short. What the hell do you consider long to be?" and then a smattering of applause from Jack and Skip. Betsy was last, and she stood on her knees. Knowing she couldn't compete with Jennifer's performance, she simply unhooked and removed her bikini top. Still, she got a very appreciative response. While her round breasts weren't quite as big as Jennifer's, they were almost as perfectly shaped. She noticed the attention, and grinned, embarrassed but appreciative. Sharron began again, and the game made it back past her to Jack. "Let's see how many points I have... eek! Only 45. I'll take a punishment." He groaned. "Or not." "Why, what'd you get?" asked Jennifer, grabbing the unit from him. She laughed with glee. "Betsy and I get to spank you for one minute. Aww, but you get to keep your shorts on." Betsy's nipples had hardened to diamonds immediately upon Jennifer's revelation. Interesting. It looked like Skip and Sharron might be right. The girls pushed two chairs together, sat, and made Jack lay across their laps. "Ok, somebody start the timer." Skip said, "Got it. Go!" Apparently they had both chosen a cheek, as the rhythm and impact was different on each. One was much slower but harder, and Jack figured that must be Betsy. Soon though, the other cheek was receiving the same treatment, and both were being smacked in tandem. It was really starting to smart, although Jack had to admit that he was also rock hard. He looked over at Skip, only to find him mesmerized by the incredibly jiggling the spanking was having on four big tits. "Hey! How long?" Skip looked down. "Oh! Stop." "Bastard." Jack mumbled as he got up, rubbing his tingling cheeks. He looked back at the girls, and while Jennifer looked aroused, Betsy looked like she was about ready to rip his cloths off and fuck him right now. Interesting, indeed. Sharron lost the next round, her first loss. She took a punishment, and had to remove her bra with one hand. She did so, easily and unconsciously, revealing her medium-small breasts to be perky with large, puffy nipples and areolas. Skip lost next, and as he had no clothes on, he lost 20 points immediately, costing him the lead. He took a punishment to gain some back, but the punishment itself, allowing Sharron and Jennifer to tickle his hands for 10 seconds, didn't do much for anybody. And so it went for a bit. Robert lost, and had to rub ice on his nipples for thirty seconds. Sharron lost, and had to recite a dirty limerick or lose an item of clothing. She had no problem remembering "There once was a man from Nantucket..." Jack then lost three times in a row. Jennifer silently swore she had nothing to do with it. The first punishment he took was pretty much a repeat; Jennifer got to spank his ass for a minute, bare this time, though. She took it easy on him, much to Betsy's disappointment. Jack figured Robert might be in for a rough time if she decided to start swinging the paddle instead of receiving it. His second loss was more interesting. He took a second punishment, and had to hide a coin somewhere on his person. Betsy had 50 seconds to find it, or she had to grant him a favor. They both left the deck for a moment while Jack hid a dime. When they returned, Skip said "Go!" and her hands immediately went to his shorts, the only clothing he had left. Finding nothing in the pockets, she quickly started at his head, checking his ears, making him open his mouth, checking his navel. Finding nothing, her hand went down the back of his shorts and he jumped. With three seconds to spare, she pulled the dime from between his cheeks. "Nice butt," she whispered. Her playing with his ass had gotten him partially aroused, and Sharron, the only one who hadn't seen his cock, was getting very curious. She didn't have long to wait. Jack took another punishment for his third loss, and lost his shorts. Jennifer and Sharron were to pull them down with their teeth. Both of them eagerly knelt in front of a leg and grasped his trunks with their incisors. Having two lovely women kneeling in front of him, tugging down his trunks did nothing to lessen his semi-erection, so when it finally popped free of the elastic waistband and bobbed Sharron's way, giving her a very close look, she let go and said, "Holy shit! How big is that monster?" Jennifer just shrugged and kept pulling. Sharron was having a hard time getting her teeth back on task with his cock dangling in the way, but she finally nudged it aside with her cheek and resumed her pulling. His shorts were quickly pulled down far enough to step out of them. "We need to talk." Sharron said to Jennifer as they resumed their places. Betsy finally broke Jack's streak, and took pot luck. She had to reveal her underwear or perform a favor for Jack, but as they hadn't started with any, everyone agreed that she could simply moon them with her lovely round ass, instead. Jennifer lost next, and had to massage Robert's palms. It sounded lame to everyone else, but Robert sure seemed to enjoy it. Robert then lost, and took pot luck. "Ummm, Sharron has to describe, in detail, a sexual fantasy with Jennifer and Skip." "What?!" Sharron exclaimed. "Oh, yeah, come on, honey, make it a good one!" Skip encouraged her. "How good can I make it if it's R-rated?" "Oh, that's true, I guess." Skip was very disappointed, but they gave Sharron a pass on that one. Jack resumed his losing record next. "Jennifer and Betsy may bite and nibble my thighs for three minutes." "Again, how is that a punishment for him?" Betsy asked while moving quickly to comply. She and Jennifer gently spread Jack's legs wide apart and started nibbling his inner thighs, coming close to but never touching his genitals. It was the first time he had ever had two real female mouths in that location at the same time, and he was immediately hard as a rock, prompting another quiet "holy shit!" from Sharron. All too soon Skip called "Time." "That's a punishment," Jack said unsteadily, "because that's all you do." Betsy just grinned wickedly up at him. It was the Sharron's turn to lose three times in a row She took a punishment for the first, and it was her turn to French kiss two other players; Skip again, then Jennifer. Skip and Sharron's kiss was a little more perfunctory this time, as everyone with the possible exception of Betsy was looking forward to the main event, the first Girl-Girl action of the night. As before, this one started out a bit stiff, at least on Sharron's part, as she was quite nervous about kissing Jennifer in front of everyone. Jennifer's patient lips and tongue soon had Sharron worked up, though, and the kiss became steamy. No one complained as it went on and on, becoming more and more passionate as the minutes went by. Finally they parted, and Sharron said softly, "Oh, wow." Both sets of nipples were once again rock hard, and there was the smell of horny woman on the air. For her second loss, she again took a punishment. "I must go to Principal Jack for a paddling for 50 seconds. If I make a sound, I get another 50." As Skip went back to his box for the paddle, in this case a thin wooden one that the little ball on the rubber band had broken off of, Sharron looked imploringly at Jack. "Please, Principal Jack, I'll never do it again. Go easy on me!" "We'll see, little girl." He indicated she should lie across his lap. As the instructions didn't say otherwise, her shorts stayed on. Jack began wacking her ass. It sounded loud, and she squirmed, but he wasn't really hitting her very hard. Just as Skip called "Time" in an unsteady voice, Jack gave her a harder 'thwack.' "Ow! Hey, that doesn't count, it was after the 50 seconds." Jack grinned and said, "Yeah, I know." He looked over and saw that Betsy was about to go batshit. When she lost for the third time, Sharron said, "Fuck it, I'm taking Pot Luck." She hit the button, and read, "Jennifer must remover her bra. If she isn't wearing one, she must thoroughly kiss her nipples for one minute. If she can't she must kiss someone else's." All eyes went to Jennifer, who was looking thoughtfully at her breasts. She took the left one in her hand. "Give me thirty seconds, Skip." Uh, ok, go!" Jennifer lifted the nipple of her full breast to her lips and kissed it. As the card did not forbid French kissing, her tongue also came into play. Everyone was transfixed at her erotic, sensual display. Several minutes later she lifted her mouth away and asked, "Is that thirty seconds yet, Skip?" "What? Oh, yeah, thirty seconds, just now." "Ok, thank you." She said with a straight face, and then made to switch breasts. She gave an artful and convincing display of not quite being able to bring her right nipple to her lips, regardless of what she had just done with her left. She sighed. "It looks like I'm unable to do that one. I guess I'll have to kiss someone else's for the last thirty seconds. Sharron, do you mind?" Sharron shook her head mutely, eyes wide. Jennifer crawled to her, catlike, and when her lips were near Sharron's puffy right nipple, she said. "Thirty seconds again, please, Skip." "Uh, yeah, sure," Skip said, his eyes glued to her lips, stopwatch forgotten. Jennifer lowered her mouth to Sharron's breast and gave the nipple the same treatment her own had received. Sharron watched and moaned. There was no way Skip was going to stop this intentionally, and Jennifer seemed lost in her work and oblivious to the time, so her kissing and licking went on for quite a while. Sharron threw her head back and closed her eyes, then finally said. "Enough! That's driving me absolutely insane!" She looked down at Jennifer and whispered, "Thanks, that was incredible." Jennifer mouthed back "any time," with a grin, and then returned to her place. Next, Jack lost once again. He again chose punishment. "Jennifer, Betsy, and Sharron may blow on your genitals for one minute, but cannot touch them. Aw, Man!" Jack new this was going to be rough. He was right. The girls sat him in a chair, spread his legs wide again, and then arranged themselves between them so that there was a triangle of faces, Jennifer and Betsy on the bottom corners, Sharron on top in the middle. Jennifer and Betsy started blowing on his balls, which was oddly but highly pleasurable. Then Sharron started directing a strong stream of air directly at the sensitive area under his cock head. It was an incredible fantasy, three faces inches away from his genitals, blond, brunette, redhead, "blowing" him, and incredibly frustrating, since they weren't actually blowing him. Then Skip called "Time!" what felt like a few seconds later. "Now you start actually looking at the timer?" he threw up his hands and almost shouted. Skip just shrugged and showed him the stopwatch. Jack went back to his place grumbling Yosemite Sam-like, but then grinned to himself. Genie's powers were going to be put to good use later reconstructing this little encounter, and there wasn't gong to be any of this 'blowing' shit, then, dammit. Robert lost next, and had to slam a shot. He came back from the bar coughing hoarsely. Jennifer was next, and decided to take Pot Luck. "Robert gets to ask anyone questions for one minute. They have to be answered honestly." Robert blinked in surprise. "Um..." he rasped. "Go!" Skip shouted. "Um," he turned to Sharron. "Did you really enjoy what Jennifer was doing to your, uh, nipple?" Sharron grinned. "Yup." "What about you, Jennifer?" "Oh, yes. Even more than doing my own." "Well, would you guys like to, you know, do more to each other?" The two girls shared a look. "Yup," they said in unison, and then giggled. "Like what?" They shared another look, this one more sultry, yet a bit embarrassed, too, at least on Sharron's part. She said, "Oh, I don't know. I'm not really a lesbian, or even bi, I don't think, beyond the R-rated stuff, anyway. On the other hand, having my nipple kissed and licked by Jennifer was one of the hottest..." "Time!" Jack shouted. He had been looking over Skip's shoulder, figuring Skip would again 'forget' about the stopwatch. Jack wanted to hear what Sharron had to say, too, but figured he could later on 'Genievision', so he was more interested in getting a little payback on Skip. "Aw, man!" Skip whined. Jack punched him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, big guy. She can always entertain you with the rest of that as pillow talk, later." Skip pepped up a bit at this, but Sharron gave him an "in your dreams" look. Jack's work here was done. Sharron lost the next two in a row, and figured afterward that it should have just been one long one. For the first she took a punishment, and had to be Jack and Jennifer's 'bad slave who needed to be punished' for one minute. They didn't even need to discuss it; four hands attacked her and tickled her unmercifully for the whole time. Skip knew better than to let this go for more than sixty seconds if he ever wanted sex again. Then, on her next loss, she figured nothing could be as bad as that and took another punishment. Skip and Jennifer, again her punishers, were instructed by the game to use feathers - helpfully provided by Skip from the box - to tickle her puffy nipples for another minute. At the end of it, she panted "God, that was excruciating, but I'm actually disappointed it's over. Where the hell did you guys learn to do that?" They just grinned and shrugged. Jack lost next, and had to pose sexily for 30 seconds. It lasted much longer, as he and everyone else cracked up at his attempts, until they finally let him sit down. The game' screen was flashing. "Only five punishment cards left!" Skip read. "Get your points while the gettin's good." The last five punishment cards went quickly. Betsy lost first, and had to remove a piece of clothing above the waist. As she didn't have anything above the waist, nothing happened. Skip lost next, and was tied to a chair for one minute while Sharron and Betsy got to do anything they wanted. They blew on his genitals, just to give Jack a little more retribution. Robert lost the next, and Betsy and Jennifer were instructed to gently bite his nipples. Even with the evidence of his instantly hard cock at the first nip of teeth, it was still unclear who got off on it more, him or Betsy. The next to last card was Skip's, who had to chug a beer. "Oh, great," Sharron murmured, "he's blitzed enough already." Jennifer then took the last punishment card, and had to give Skip a neck massage. "Alrighty," Skip said lazily as Jennifer's hands did their work, "Ooo, that feels good... um... after this it's all reward cards, which cost you. When you lose all your points you are out. And remember, those who are already naked have been losing 20 points for each hand you have lost since your clothes were gone." Play resumed, and Jennifer lost. "My reward is to get to massage two players' breasts for one minute each player. Sharron?" "Sure." Jennifer moved to sit close behind Sharron, and then reached around to gently cup her breasts. But then she looked at Skip. "Any massage oil in that box?" Skip almost blew a rod getting to the box and back. "Squirt a bit on each breast, please," Jennifer said, having never released Sharron's tits. Once the oil was applied, she began to massage Sharron's now glistening breasts sensually, and Sharron moaned, closed her eyes and, a moment later, leaned back into Jennifer. Again Skip 'forgot' the clock as Jennifer gently worked Sharron's breasts over, both relaxing her and arousing her, especially when a hard, slippery nipple would slip through Jennifer's fingers. Jennifer finally raised an eyebrow at Skip, who said, "Oh, time." Jennifer removed her hands, but let Sharron lay against her for another few moments. Sharron sighed deeply, opened her heavy lids and looked at Robert. "Does that answer your question?" Robert swallowed and nodded. "Who's next?" Jennifer asked, looking questioningly at Betsy." It was Betsy's turn to swallow. "Oh, what the fuck. Me, I guess." For once Robert did not look the least bit upset. Jennifer stood, grabbed the oil, and moved gracefully to sit behind Betsy. She handed the bottle to Robert, and then reached around to gently cup Betsy's full, round tits, eliciting a small gasp from the blond. "Oil, please." Robert, in his haste, over-squirted. Jennifer moved her hands to quickly dam the overflow before it reached Betsy's navel, then gently massaged the excess into her torso before returning her oil-slick hands to Betsy's tits. Betsy sat stiffly for a moment or two, her face frozen, but the torso massage plus Jennifer's talented touch on her breasts soon had her relaxing, until she, too, lay back against Jennifer and surrendered herself to the magical hands. Jennifer massaged her even longer than she had Sharron, four pairs of eyes following every move of her hands as they rubbed, squeezed, caressed, and occasionally tweaked. Jennifer didn't stop until Betsy gave a mild but prolonged shudder. "I'm glad to find someone else whose nipples are so sensitive," Jennifer whispered in Betsy's ear. "Th... that's never happened before," Betsy murmured in awe. "Well, if you need help figuring out how to make it happen again, let me know," Jennifer whispered back before rising to return to her spot. "Holy Shit! Did she just... did you...?" Skip stammered. Jennifer just smiled and shrugged. Once everyone recovered and had a stiff swig of their various adult beverages, play resumed. Jack lost again, and read his reward. "You can direct any two players to remove a piece of clothing. If everyone is naked, then two people must do me a favor." He looked at Sharron and Betsy. "Well, ladies, looks like you guys finally get nude." Sharron and Betsy both rose and unceremoniously shucked off their bottoms, Sharron her shorts, Betsy her bikini bottom. Sharron revealed a neatly trimmed almost black bush over fairly small nether lips, while Betsy bared a completely shaven and much puffier nether region. The guys made the appropriate appreciative sounds, and the ladies, blushing a bit, returned to their spots. Betsy lost next. Her reward was for Robert and Jack to flatter her outrageously for 30 seconds. Robert stammered for the first few, but Jack's flowery yet x-rated flattery quickly inspired him to greater heights, and by the time Skip stopped them, Betsy was rolling on the deck laughing and blushing furiously. She looked at Jack with teary eyes. "Two perfect rose buds perched atop two snowy mount Olympuses?" She collapsed in giggles again. Next was Jennifer. "Hmmm, I get to kiss any part of Jack and Skip I wish." Before he could react, Jennifer reached over to pull Jack's lips to hers for a toe curling kiss. She then crawled toward Skip. She looked at Sharron, who gave a small lopsided grin and nod. Skip seemed to expect what was coming, as he pursed his lips outrageously, but at the last second Jennifer dipped her head and shocked everyone but Sharron by kissing the tip of his cock, then scurried back to her spot, giggling like a kid. She gave Jack a defiant smile. You are so doomed. No, I believe it's called 'drunk'.. After he recovered, Skip looked at the beeping game. "Uh, oh. Jennifer, you have negative five points after that last reward." Genie Chronicles Ch. 14 Jack woke in a strange, dark bedroom to a moan that was anything but sexual. "Wha...?" he mumbled. Jennifer groaned. "Oh, Jack. I feel horrible. I think something is wrong with me." This was enough to bring Jack to nearly full awareness. The digital clock by the bed read 3:45. "What's wrong?" "Well, I have a splitting headache, and my belly, well..." she put her fingers over her mouth and urped. Jack thought quickly. "Jennifer, I wish for you to be perfectly healthy so that you can give me a nice, sensual massage to help me get back to sleep." She relaxed and sighed. "Thank you master. What was that? It was most unpleasant." "A hangover from drinking too much, with a case of the pukes thrown in for good measure, or it would have been if we hadn't stopped it in time. THAT would have been unpleasant." "Very well. I will never drink again." Jack couldn't help but laugh, so he muffled it with his pillow. "What is so funny?" "Everyone says that after their first hangover. Give it a week or two. You'll have another drink. You'll just be more careful." Whatever you say. Now turn over on your stomach." "That's ok. You don't really have to give me a massage. It was just the first thing that popped into my head to get rid of your hangover before you puked all over the bed." "Well, if you want the bed to continue to remain puke-free, then you had better let me give you a massage." "Why?" "Because that was your wish. If you go back on your wish, that's pretty much like undoing it, and in this case probably isn't a good idea." "Oh! Ok." He rolled to lie on his stomach. Jennifer straddled his legs and began to massage his back, adding some oil she obtained from wherever sex Genies get such stuff. At most any other time, this would have had Jack both relaxed and aroused. At 3:45 in the morning, it quickly had him blissfully asleep once more. The next time he became aware of the world around him, it was light, he was lying on his back, and there was still someone straddling his legs. He looked down to find Sharron sitting on him, dressed in an old t-shirt, still looking just a bit sleepy with attractively rumpled morning hair. She smiled at him. "Skip is still asleep, so I thought I'd come give my guest a proper good morning." "Uh..."Jack realized that he was quite possibly about to have an old fantasy fulfilled. Skip used to brag that he never needed an alarm clock because Sharron always blew him awake. Jack figured this was at least an exaggeration, if not complete bullshit. That hadn't prevented him from frequently fantasized about being awakened the same way, though. He had Jennifer doing the same and more for him now - in fact, he wouldn't be surprised if the fantasy about Sharron was the root of Jennifer's similar habit - but he still found the possibility of the realization of that old fantasy extremely exciting. Meanwhile, Sharron shucked off her t-shirt, again revealing her lovely, slender figure. She leaned over his crotch, supporting herself with one hand on the bed by his hip, her hair hanging to conceal her face as she looked down at his genitals, and reached out with her free hand to gently grasp his quickly hardening shaft. "Good Lord, this thing is a monster," she murmured as she slowly started to stroke him. Once he was fully erect, she released him long enough to tuck her hair behind her ears, then grasped the root of his shaft and lowered her mouth to him. She swirled her tongue around his head, and he moaned. Grinning her lopsided, uni-dimple grin around her tongue, she swirled a while longer, and then sucked him in. Her head leisurely bobbed up and down, sucking him in a bit further each time, until he felt his cock-tip make contact with the back of her throat. She didn't slow, though, and his rod disappeared further and further between her lips. Finally, with about two inches to go, she seemed to reach her limit. She bobbed a few more times, and then released him with a small 'pop.' "Man, you sure are a challenge. Time for a little break." With that, she scooted back so her crotch was between his ankles and lay down on his legs. She returned her hand to stroking him while she tilted and lowered her head to attack his balls with lips and tongue. She explored every square inch, and would have had him squirming if not for holding his legs still, especially when she gently sucked one testicle into her mouth and tickled it with it with her tongue. It was a new experience for him, as even Genie's ghost mouths had not done this, and he just about spewed. A few minutes later she switched balls and gave the other the same treatment. She then tried to go for both, giving him a few accidental and not completely comfortable squeezes and pinches. He didn't mind in the least, though, as both the idea and watching her try to accomplish it were incredibly hot. Finally she gave up and gave him another grin. "Definitely a challenge. Maybe next time." She lifted her head up far enough to take his cock back in, then started bobbing, sucking, and tonguing aggressively, with the obvious intention of making him explode. It wasn't long before her success approached. Out of courtesy, he said, "My eruption draws nigh." The only reaction that got was what he assumed to be a chuckle. A few seconds later he was pumping into her. She tried to swallow every drop, but one or two trickled down her chin. When he was spent, she released him with another pop, then looked down at the small pool on his lower stomach. She shook her head, smirked and said "damn" softly. She then surprised him by bobbing down one more time to lick up the extra before looking up at him. "I never leave leftovers." He expected her to pop out of existence after that, as was usual for his morning visitors, but she didn't. A little nonplussed, he looked around. Where the hell was Jennifer? He looked back at Sharron and said, "Um, can I return the favor? I lick pretty well." She gave a tempted purr as she hopped up and retrieved her shirt. "Maybe next time." She said again. "Sorry about the rush at the end, but his highness will be waking soon. He may very well have to make do with a 69 this morning, though. Oh," she pointed to his balls, "I understand that feels even better when they are hairless. Also, they take up a bit less room, if you know what I mean." Jack played along. "Humming is also very nice." "Oh? For which, cock or balls?" "Both, probably, but definitely cock. And clit too, if done properly, I think." She slapped her forehead. "Hummer! Got it. I feel stupid, but I never made the connection. I'm sure Skip will be quite appreciative. Shall I tell him the idea came from you?" "Uh..." "Kidding! Got to run." With that, she headed for the door. As she passed through it, there was the sound of a commode flushing from their private bathroom, and Jennifer opened the door and came out. "Morning Jack!" She gave a small pout, "I was hoping you weren't awake, yet. I didn't get to play." Jack's head swiveled back and forth between her and Sharron disappearing down the hall. "Did she... did you... was that really her?" Jennifer frowned. "Was what really who?" Jack narrowed his eyes at her. So that was the game, was it? "What?" She asked at his look. "Where have you been?" "In the bathroom," she said, pointing over her shoulder with a look that said this should be perfectly obvious to anyone. "Are you ok? You were in there an awfully long time." "Oh, yes, I'm fine, thanks to your wish earlier this morning." She pointed over her shoulder again, "Sharron put the most interesting magazines in there." "I bet." He rose and gave her a smooch on the way to replace her in the john. Relieving himself noisily of the previous night's beer, he saw that there were, indeed, several magazines in a rack. He shook his head, then invited Jennifer back in to join him for a quick shower. She immediately started fooling around, and noticed his cock's sluggish response. "Is something wrong, Jack?" She looked up at him questioningly. He smirked. "No, must just be an after-effect of the alcohol. I'll be fine if you keep that up." "I can do that," she said naughtily. He switched tactics. "Can you tell me what Skip and Sharron are doing at the moment?" She looked at him expectantly, so he added, "Are they doing anything 'interesting'?" Her eyes unfocused and flashed, then widened. "Yes, they are enjoying some... mutual oral stimulation. How did you know?" "Uh, lucky guess." Jack's rod was instantly hard again, while at the same time he felt a bit guilty. Had it really been her? Nah, no way. But... They fooled around to a quick orgasm each, and then got out to try to preserve some hot water for the other guys. Dressing, they made their way to the kitchen to find a freshly showered Sharron already puttering around once more. "Morning guys! Coffee?" "Sure." They both said. Jack watched Sharron closely, but other than a friendly smile, there was nothing. No 'wink, wink, nudge, nudge, ' nothing. He gave up. We don't really have much breakfast stuff, as Skip likes to hit one of the brunch buffets on Sunday. You guys up for that? Jack and Jennifer exchanged a look. Jennifer gave a 'sounds good to me' shrug and nod. "Sure," Jack said again. Sharron laughed. "You guys sure are talkative, this morning." "Sorry. Any stirrings from Betsy and Robert, yet?" "Well," she lowered her voice, "there was this certain thwacking sound I heard earlier coming from their room. I just looked on the porch, and Skip's little paddle is missing, so I think we can safely say that a certain suspicion has pretty much been confirmed." She switched back to her normal speaking level, "In any event, I think we can assume they are awake, and will probably show up before too much longer." Sure enough, a few minutes later the pair appeared, scrubbed clean, Betsy looking happy and a little smug, Robert looking happy and a little embarrassed. "Morning, everyone!" Betsy said brightly. "Where's Skip?" "Being his usual slow self. I'll go prod him along. The four of us are going to a brunch buffet. Want to come?" They exchanged similar glances, and then said, "Sure." Sharron laughed again and shook her head as she went to collect Skip. The six of them enjoyed a leisurely and belly-stuffing brunch, and then parted ways amiably, all promising to get together again soon. As they drove away, Jack said, "In the cold light of day, without the fog of alcohol, I'm wondering if what we did to Robert is a good idea. Was it too drastic for them to accept? I mean, there's really no logical explanation for it that they could come up with." "Well, they seem to have adapted to it quickly and enthusiastically. They have had no problem putting it to good use already, and would be quite disappointed if it went away again. I think they'll be alright." "If you say so." She shrugged. "We can always fix it, if we discover that there is a problem." "True." They drove a bit longer, until they passed a new movie theater. On the spur of the moment, Jack said, "Want to go see a movie?" "Sure!" Jennifer said, and laughed. Jennifer was so enamored with the movie experience - including the popcorn, which Jack had no idea how she ate, as he was still stuffed from brunch - that they made it a double feature, and didn't get home until early evening. Finally a little hungry, Jack fixed them a snack, and they settled down to a mixture of regular and adult programming. At one point, Jennifer was flipping randomly through the adult channels. "Fake... terrible acting... fake... ouch!... physically impossible," she looked at Jack and qualified, "well, you know, for mere mortals." She went back to her flipping, and found an amateur movie; real people doing stuff that they actually appeared to enjoy doing. "That's better. You know, a lot of porn is pretty bad." "Yep." Jack agreed. -------- Jack asked his alarm clock to please get him up in time to start showering and dressing at eight the next morning, leaving it to her to determine how much earlier she should start. She had him ready right on time, and in her usual spectacular fashion. After showering, dressing and a quick breakfast, he told her, "You're coming with me this time. Wear something nice." She looked excited and nervous. "I am?" "Yep." He hit the computer to scan the fliers that Nick had given him to convert for use on FI's current website while Jennifer frantically tried to decide what to wear. Once he had the site additions ready, he edited the contracts to be signed, and included a couple of different versions, as he had come up with another idea or two over the weekend. "Ready?" "I think so. Does this look ok?" He looked at her, and his mouth dropped open. She wore a hunter green silk blouse and charcoal grey slacks over black patent leather dress boots. Her face showed just the slightest hint of flattering makeup, and her deep red hair was beautifully coifed. "You look stunning." She smiled her special smile. "Thanks. I guess I'm ready, then." She made sure to brush a sleeve against him as they went out the door. "It's Arabian silk, you know," she said with a grin. They drove to Forbidden Indulgences, arriving a few minutes before one. They entered the lobby, and were greeted cheerfully by Jamie. "Good afternoon, Mr. Phillips and..." she turned to Jennifer, and her heart visibly sank a bit. "Jamie, this is my associate, Jennifer Holiday. Jennifer, this is Forbidden Indulgences' hardest working employee, executive assistant Jamie Aron." Jamie blushed at the outrageous flattery as she shook Jennifer's proffered hand. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Holiday." "It is nice to meet you, Ms. Aron. I so look forward to working with you." A bit flustered, Jamie turned to Jack. "They asked me to send you to the meeting room again. Do you need me to show you the way?" "Mmm, yes, please. I think I have forgotten the way since last time." He hadn't, and she knew it, but she happily played along. She wound up staying with them, talking and laughing, until Nick, Alice, and Susan entered. Jack said, "Thank you, Ms. Aron. You have been very helpful." She smiled, blushed slightly, and left the room, closing the door behind her. Jack turned to find all eyes on Jennifer, who smiled calmly in return. "Nick, Alice, Ms. Cooper, this is Jennifer Holiday, my associate. Jennifer, this is Nick Bremer, President, Alice White, shipping and receiving manager and Susan Cooper, VP in charge of purchasing." Jennifer shook hands with all three. "Um," Nick said, "is she, you know, the same one that..." Jennifer's smile grew at his hesitancy, and she said, "Yes, Mr. Bremer. That is me in the photos on the demo website, and it will be me on your actual site, unless you want someone else. The same goes for the video clips and voice-overs." "Uh, ' Nick said, glancing at the others, "no, I think you will do fine..." he cleared his throat and regrouped, "and please call me Nick." "Very well. Thank you, Nick." "Ok, so what first, today? Signing the contract, I assume?" "Yes, although I have something else to run by you, first. It's a little unorthodox, both in its timing and perhaps its content, so if you object, we can go back to what we discussed on Friday." He handed out three stapled contract copies. "I had a thought over the weekend that, in designing your website to try to gain you the most sales, we - I and Jennifer - are acting as somewhat of a sales team for your company. With that in mind, I wrote this contract with a much lower initial payment for your website, but added a commission that would kick in once your site reaches a certain sales level each month. Nick, you gave me some figures on what your site is doing now, and I based this on those figures. I don't get any commission until the new one exceeds what the old one did each month. Otherwise, the rest of the contract is the same as what we discussed. "So what's our advantage in doing this?" Ms. Cooper asked suspiciously. "You get your website at much cheaper initial cost, and you know I have incentive to make it as successful as possible." "So what do you get out of it?" "I plan to make it very successful, and earn both of us lots of money," Jack said, grinning, then continued, "I'm sure you want to discuss it, so what say I go ahead and put these new products on your current website. That should take me about half an hour. All I need from you is to show me how you access your web server." "I can do that," Nick said, then turned to Alice, "I don't think you need to be in on our number crunching, unless you just want to." Alice gave a 'not particularly' shrug. "Would you mind showing Ms Holiday..." "Jennifer, please." Jennifer interrupted with a smile. Nick couldn't help but smile back. "... Jennifer, around a bit while Jack works?" Alice grinned at Jennifer, who returned the gesture. "Sure! Come on, girl. My guys and gals are going to be useless knowing you are around modeling the toys until they get bored with the idea. Might as well get that process going now." "Really? I would have thought that working here, they would..." The rest was lost as they disappeared down the hall. "Right this way, Jack." Nick led Jack to a small office with a couple of PCs and miscellaneous networking cables and equipment arranged in one corner." "There it is. Switch that box 'A' and then use the id and password taped to the monitor to access the website. At least, that's what our old web guy told me." Jack looked at the setup for a moment, then said, "Nick, in light of an issue at a recent client, I feel I should mention something. My quote is based on serving your website from commercial web servers that I lease. The advantages to this are many; better bandwidth and more reliable, redundant hardware just to name a couple." "And the down side?" "Well, your website no longer lives here. You have lost your direct control over it. If at some point you decide to end our contract, everything I have designed for you is your property, per the contract, but you would have to find someone else to post and host it for you. The contract doesn't allow me to leave you high and dry; there is a 30 day clause in it. Not that I would, anyway. I don't do business that way. Pretty much everything I have just told you is also in the contract, but I wanted to make sure you understand." "Thank you, Jack. What would be the possibility of hosting the site here?" "You could certainly do that. From what I see here, to meet the goals you have set, you would need to spend a couple thousand on new hardware and equipment. Once that was in place, you would need to replace that cable modem connection with something faster and more reliable, which would have a startup cost plus several hundred dollars a month, probably more if you served the video clips. I can get you more specific figures if you want." "I see. That does add quite a bit to the cost. Doesn't it take up a big chunk of what you are charging us for you to do all that?" Jack smiled. "Not quite as much. It's cheaper for me to lease the servers and a chunk of a huge data pipe than it is for you to lease your own smaller pipe by yourself." "I see... I think." He paused. "I trust you Jack. What do you recommend?" "Use my leased servers," Jack said without hesitation. "They give much fewer opportunities for headaches, will cost you less in the long run, have guaranteed performance and up-time, are much easier to scale-up if you, we, are as successful as I hope we are, and you don't have to worry about any of the additional equipment costs, other than the possibly increased bandwidth charges. And if for some reason I fall off the earth, you can still have your website retrieved and find someone else to post and host it for you." Genie Chronicles Ch. 14 "Sounds good. Well, I'll leave you to it and go discuss this with Susan." It was slightly more complicated than Nick had said to get into the web server, but Jack figured it out. He quickly noticed that there did not seem to be any routine backup of the web server being performed. As a matter of fact, it didn't appear to have ever been backed up at all. Now very nervous, Jack stopped and went to find Nick. "Come," he heard when he knocked on Nick's office door. He opened it, and found Nick and Susan in interrupted discussion. Susan looked a bit miffed at the interruption, but Nick just looked curious. "Nick, I have just had a look at your server, and I don't find that any backup of it is being or has ever been performed." Nick's eyes widened. "I'm not very tech literate, but even I know that isn't a good thing." "No, sir, very dangerous." "Why? It's been running all this time without a problem, hasn't it?" Ms. Cooper asked. "Yes Ma'am, but that's kind of like saying I have never used my spare tire, so why do I need one? As they say, 'past performance is no guarantee of future results.' All your data is stored on one hard drive in that PC, a stack of little disks that spin constantly, 24 hours a day. All moving parts go bad eventually. Plus, that PC is meant to be a personal workstation, not a server. It isn't as well built, and the components aren't as rugged." "Don't you think you are exaggerating things a bit, Mr. Phillips?" "No Ma'am. In fact, probably just the opposite. Let me put it to you this way: if the majority of my income depended on that PC in there, I would be scared absolutely shitless, pardon my French. Getting that thing backed up would be my very top priority. I can think of nothing that would be more important. If that hard drive dies, so does your website. And if there is no backup, your website is gone. Obviously that won't matter in a couple of weeks, but between now and then..." "Can't you just put the new products on it and let it run like it is until the new one is up?" Ms. Cooper asked. "No offense, Ms. Cooper, but I am not going near that PC again to do anything until a backup is performed." "Can you back it up, Jack?" Nick asked. "I can, but there would be two requirements. One, there would have to be an agreement that, should anything happen to your web site at any time, I am not to be held responsible." "But, that's preposterous! You could do anything you like! We can't agree to that." Ms Cooper fumed. "Ms. Cooper, I'm sorry that your website is in such a dangerous situation, but I had nothing to do with putting it there. I will not put myself in a position where I am blamed for someone else's lack of forethought." "But..." Ms. Cooper looked about to launch into a tirade, but Nick interrupted her. "He's right, Susan. This is our fault, not his. He's just trying to look out for our best interests, if I read him right." Nick sighed deeply, and then turned back to Jack. "You said there were two requirements." It was Jack's turn to sigh. "Yes, sir. The easiest and fastest way at this point would be to simply copy your entire web site to another drive, or to burn it to something like a CD. However, the web site would have to be shut down temporarily to do that." "Why?" "Copying files like that usually won't get the ones that are open. With the site running, many of the web site's files, important ones, will be open, and won't be copied." "How long would that take? Taking it down and backing it up, I mean." Nick asked. Jack shrugged. "Probably about two hours. So, say three, just to cover anything unexpected." He figured one hour, but was covering his ass. "Could we perhaps do it tomorrow morning first thing? That's our least busy time." "Sure. Just hope and pray that nothing happens to the hard drive before then." "Are we really in that much danger?" Ms. Cooper asked incredulously. Jack shrugged again. "Impossible to say. I've seen a hard drive die within a day of taking it out of the box - that's very rare, admittedly - and I've seen ancient PC's, i.e. 10 years old, with hard drives still humming away. There's no way of telling. I know one thing, I won't sleep well tonight, and it isn't my web server." "So, once you get the backup done, then we are good?" Nick asked. "Well, better. If the hard drive were to die after that, then at least your website would be saved up to the point of backup. You would still have to get another drive, load it with everything, put the website back on it, etcetera. That would probably take a day or so. And keep in mind that anything that was changed between the last backup and the time the hard drive dies would be lost, including the latest orders, stuff like that. I know that most of the actual credit card info is transmitted periodically, but... " Is this something that we will have to worry about when our site is on your web server?" Nick asked. "Nope. The server is backed up every night, and the server's drives are redundant; that is, the data is stored on more than one disk, or sets of disks, simultaneously. If one disk goes bad, the other disk keeps running while the bad disk is replaced. That's the 'redundancy' part I mentioned earlier." "Ah. Any chance we could put our current site on it until the new one is done?" Jack thought for a moment, "Yesss, but it would take some re-tweaking of your existing site. The software it is running under on that PC won't run on the server, so I would have to re-do things like the shopping cart, stuff like that. It would take a couple of days, and that would delay your new site. It's up to you." Nick sighed again. "Ok, while we need the old site up, I want to get to the new one going as soon as we can. Let's get the old one backed up, and then get to work on the new one." "Sounds good. I'll let you get back to your discussion, and..." "We're done, I think," Nick said, looking at Ms. Cooper, who didn't look like she agreed. "We're going to go with you second proposal." "Great! Do you want to go ahead and take care of the paperwork now, or...?" "Now is fine, Jamie, our receptionist, is also a Notary, so we are all set." They did a final read-through of the contract, and then brought Jamie in to witness and notarize the signatures. "Well, that's done. What next?" Nick asked. Jack looked at his watch. "Well, we still have a couple of hours. Can you show me the areas where we will be working? Perhaps we can go ahead and start preparing for the photography." "Sure, right this way." He led Jack toward the warehouse area, while Ms. Cooper peeled off to go do something else. They passed Alice and Jennifer along the way, and collected Jennifer while allowing Alice to get back to work. How'd it go? Jack asked. Great! This should be fun. Oh, and Alice is a sweet, fun, but naughty little old lady. Do I want to look at her tote board? Jennifer shrugged. Up to you. He could hear the grin in her voice. But you have been fairly warned; she is a naughty little old lady. Their dialog was interrupted by arriving at their destination. One remote corner of the warehouse had been converted into a photo booth, a large curtain making up the third wall. It had some fairly decent lighting equipment, Jack saw with his now expert erotic photographer's eye, thanks to a wish granted by Genie earlier. "Here's the booth. It has some pretty good lighting and flash equipment, so the photographers have told me." Nick said, and Jack nodded that he agreed. "And here," he opened a door, "is your 'office'. It's actually a closet," he said a bit apologetically, "but it's empty, air-conditioned, has carpet, and has power and an internet hookup. Will it be ok, you know, once we get a desk in here and stuff?" Jack smiled. "It will be fine for our needs. I'll have my laptop here to handle basic stuff, but most of the heavy duty initial site design I'll do on my workstation at home." "Great." Nick looked at his watch. "I hate to desert you, but I need to make some phone calls and do a few things. Between the two of you, do you think you have the lay of the land enough to do what you need to do today?" "Yep, I think so." "Ok, I'll leave you to it. Just grab anyone if you have a question. Everyone is great to work with around here." Nick said, and then departed. Jack sat in the floor of the 'office' and motioned Jennifer to join him. As he extracted his laptop from his bag, he asked, "What else have you learned besides Alice is naughty?" "Well, I met the rest of her staff. Everyone is very nice, although from their reactions I think word has gotten around about part of my duties as your 'associate.' This sounds conceited, but I have a feeling that the area around the photo booth will soon be the path to get from anywhere to anywhere else." "Really? Even with all the other women who have been photographed here, and looking at boxes with nude women doing interesting things with the contents all day?" Jennifer shrugged. "I get the feeling that previous shoots have been fairly brief and hidden. This will be something very different." "Does it bother you?" Jennifer chuckled. "Potentially millions of people will soon be looking at my nude body on the internet. Why should these few bother me?" "Well, this is live, and they can see you as a person. The internet will be anonymous, as no one will see your face or know who you are. Although, does that bother you?" "No, that part is kind of exciting, knowing that folks will be looking at me, wondering who I am. As for this, no, although I assume you want to protect my anonymity here to some extent, as well." Yep, please have it so that no photos or video make it out of here that could be used to identify you or embarrass us. As a matter of fact, none will even be taken that could identify you." "Done." At this point, Jack was fairly sure the network connection was not working. "Hold on a minute, be right back." He walked to the 'server room', tiptoed around the web server box, and carefully traced the network connections coming out of the wall. He found one marked "warehouse closet/office" with masking tape, and sure enough, it wasn't connected to anything. Looking at the stack of network equipment, he saw that all the connections were full. "Great," he sighed, and went back to knock on Nick's door again. A moment later Nick opened it. "I'm sorry to disturb you again. Is there someone else who I can bug about your computer stuff? I hate to keep coming to the president of the company about it." Nick smiled and snorted. "Nope, not really. Why, is there another problem?" "Not exactly a problem. I was trying to connect my laptop to the internet, and wasn't having any luck, so I went back into the computer room and found that the network cable isn't plugged in because all the ports in your network equipment are full. The indicators show that all the connections are active..." He tapered off when Nicked snapped his fingers." "Dammit, I had forgotten about that. The employee I mentioned that did our website was also our part-time computer guru. He mentioned that there were a couple of connections in there not plugged in, and had planned to take care of that, but we never got around to it before he left." "Well, I'm going tech shopping this evening, anyway. If you like I can pick you up another box like you have now and hook it up tomorrow. They are pretty cheap these days." "Are you sure you don't mind doing that?" Nick asked. "Well," Jack grinned, "computer guru work is usually extra, but I'll give you half a day free." Nick smiled appreciatively, "Thanks, Jack. Tell me how much you think it will be and I'll get it out of petty cash." Jack gave him a figure more than he thought it would be, just in case. "Is that all?" "Probably less. I'll bring you the change and receipt." "Great." Nick disappeared for a moment, then came back and handed Jack the cash. "Well, I think that's about all we can do for today. We'll come in tomorrow first thing to back up the server and get the network connections going, and then we'll start on the photography." "Sounds great! Thanks again, Jack. See you in the morning." "See you." Jack went back to the closet to collect Jennifer and his laptop. Unsurprisingly, he found a young man chatting with her, a soda in his hand. "Jack, this is Scott, one of Alice's guys. Scott, this is Jack, my boss." Jack raised an eyebrow briefly at 'boss, ' then turned to Scott and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Scott. You know, I can't think of a job I would have rather had at your age. Your friends must be jealous." Scott had a 'busted!' look on his face when Jack first walked up, but he relaxed at Jack's friendly attitude, perhaps more than he intended, as he said, "They will be now," before he could stop himself. His eyes got big and his face got red, "I mean, uh..." Jack laughed, and Jennifer smiled, appearing a bit embarrassed but flattered. "Well, just don't let Alice catch you trying to peek. I get the feeling she'd give you an ear full." Scott looked over his shoulder at the mention of Alice's name, and then said. "Uh, yeah. Well, my break's about over, so I guess I should get back to work." As he backed out of the door, Jennifer waved and said. "Bye, Scott. See you tomorrow!" Scott blushed again, waved, and fled. You are a flirt and a tease, Jack admonished. Yeah, so? she responded innocently. Jack just grinned and shook his head as he packed up his laptop. They headed for the lobby. As they passed Nick's office, they could hear Alice once again haranguing Nick about something. Jack grinned, but then heard his name. Alice was talking loud enough to be heard far down the hall. Jack knew he shouldn't, but couldn't resist, and pulled Jennifer into a nearby break room to listen. YOU are extremely rude. Yep. Hush. "... at first I figured Jack had Jennifer in here just for her looks, but let me tell you, she's sharp as a tack, and doesn't miss a trick, not to mention being as nice and down to earth as can be. And you know I've liked Jack since the first time he came in. I don't know what's got little Ms. Cooper's panties in a wad, but she needs to get over it. Those two are going to do a great job for us if we let them," Alice was saying. Nick's response was harder to hear. "I agree with you. You know how Susan is. She'll come around. We just have to make sure she doesn't run them off before she does. Now, tell me about this week's shipping and returns numbers..." Figuring he had pushed their luck far enough, Jack led Jennifer out to the lobby, where they said a mildly flirtatious good bye to Jamie before heading to the car. "So, what else can you tell about Ms. Cooper. Are we in trouble? I hate the idea that we got free of one nightmare client situation, just to start another." "Hmmm. Well, she's still a bit jealous over the sexual relationship she believes we are enjoying. Beyond that, she feels her turf is being threatened by your 'aggressive' plans for the website." "I see. Well, we'll just have to watch her closely and try to get in her good graces, I guess. Hopefully, as Nick said, she'll come around when she sees we are really trying to help their business." "Hopefully, but that may not be enough. We will also need to take her personal situation into account." "Well, I can think of no one better qualified than you to help with that." Jennifer smiled at the praise, and then they continued to discuss the day's events as they headed to do some network equipment and high-end digital camera shopping. Genie Chronicles Ch. 15 They arrived bright and early with their new toys the next morning, actually beating most of the employees in. One of those they beat was Jamie, as it was Nick himself who let them in. "Good morning! You guys sure look chipper for this early in the morning. I guess you didn't lose too much sleep, after all." Jack smiled. "Just a little." He actually did have a bit of trouble getting to sleep the night before until Jennifer brought her talented hands into play. After that he slept like a baby, at least until she woke him with her talented hands on an entirely different and un-baby-like part of his anatomy. "Shall we tackle that backup?" "Yep. You know where the room is. Just wait for me to notify everyone, especially our telephone customer service folks. I am sure they will be getting calls. I'll be there in just a minute." "Okay, we'll wait for you." Jack and Jennifer made their way to the server room and sat to wait. Both Nick and Ms. Cooper showed up a few minutes later. "Okay, you're on." Jack removed a small box from his case and got ready to hook it up to the server. "What's that?" Ms. Cooper asked. "It is an external hard drive. I use it for my own backups and to transport large files if I need to. You don't have a CD writer on the server, so this will be the fastest way to back-up the files." "Very well." He held his breath and plugged the drive into the server. After a few seconds a message popped up telling him it was ready to use. He released his breath. First step down. "Alright, that's ready." He looked at Nick, "Time to shut down the server." Nick nodded. Jack selected to quit the server program, then clicked 'Ok' that he was sure. "Done." He started the files copying. "I'm backing up, now." He made sure it was going, then said, "This will take a little while. The external drive is a bit slow on this older PC." "How long is a 'little while'?" Ms. Cooper asked. Jack looked at the progress bar. "Probably about 20 minutes." "I'll be back," and she left. "Can I do anything here to help?" Nick asked. Jack shrugged. "Nope, not at the moment." "Well, I won't hover then. Let me know when the back-up is done." "Will-do." Jack sat and watched the glacially creeping status bar for a moment, then decided he needed something to distract him. So, when we were talking about Ms. Cooper in the car the other day, I think we decided what would probably make her the happiest is to find a guy who would accept her and who she would be happy with, yes? Pretty much. So, sounds simple enough. Nope. Why not? It's a problem of the cone of association again. She doesn't know anyone, you don't know anyone... basically there is no one I can reach through any associations that fits the bill, at least not yet. Bummer. So, can you keep, like, an ongoing search for someone as new 'associations' are made. Yes. Cool. Jack continued to watch the bar until it finally filled. He double-checked to make sure the files had copied successfully, and then sighed with relief. "Be right back." He walked quickly to Nick's office and stuck his head in. "Files are successfully copied." "Great! So that's it? I thought you said a couple of hours." "A couple of hours for the server to be down. That was the first emergency step. Now I need to update your site with the new products, back it up again, then crank it back up." "Well then don't stand here talking to me. Go man!" Nick said with a smile. Jack went. When he got back to the server room, Ms Cooper was there. "Where have you been? We need to get this back up as soon as possible." "Nick asked me to let him know when the backup was complete." "Okay, so get it going again." Jack explained the same things he had just outlined to Nick. "Very well. Get to it." She left again. Jack got to it. About an hour later, he reappeared in Nick's office. "All done. Test it, if you like," he said, pointing to Nick's monitor. Nick did, and saw that not only was the site back up, but the new products were displayed on the front page in the "Just In" section. "That's awesome, Jack. Thank you." "Sure." He handed Nick a couple of CDs. "Here's the backup. I burned them on my laptop. I recommend you store those somewhere safe and secure, preferably offsite. Keep in mind that this is a snapshot in time. Any changes made to anything on that server after this point will not be backed up unless we do another one." "I understand. What would we lose if something happened?" "Well, the site itself is pretty static, except for some basic usage statistics. The big thing would be customer and purchasing records and the log files." "Hmmm. Credit card transactions happen pretty much in real time, so we can always get a record of those. Packing slips and invoices print from shipping's PC, so we would have a paper record, but I guess we still want to make sure we keep the electronic records. What do you suggest?" "Well, there are a couple of options; the manual, cheap way, and the automated, costly way. The manual way would be for someone to suspend the shopping cart engine of the site long enough to back up the records. It's made so you can stop that engine without shutting down the site. It would take probably five to ten minutes, during which time a purchaser would get a message saying 'please try again in a few minutes.' "The costly way is to purchase a separate backup software package that can back up open files, or work with the web server software to close files, back them up, and then reopen them again. The web server software is made to do that with little to no effect on it's availability with the right backup software." "How much is 'costly'?" Jack shrugged. "Not too bad. The software probably goes for less than two hundred dollars." "What would you do?" "Well, since the web server will hopefully only be running for another couple weeks at most, I would go the manual way and have someone come in here first thing every morning and back up the records. The only problem with that is weekends." "Hmmm. We've got a staff of operators here over weekends. The weekend manager is pretty sharp. Do you think she could do it?" "I would think so, if I showed her how. It's pretty easy. Does she also work during the week?" "Yep. Usually Wednesday through Sunday." "Well, can you have her work with me tomorrow through Friday mornings long enough to show her how to do it? I can show her tomorrow, help her Thursday, and watch over her shoulder on Friday. You or someone else you assign might want to watch, too. By Saturday morning she should be able to do it on her own. Oh!" Jack snapped his fingers. "I forgot. I have a meeting Thursday morning with another client. Hopefully the backup can wait until I get here early Thursday afternoon, if she will still be here." "She will, and that sounds like a good plan." "Good. Next, the new network box is in place and working, so all of your connections throughout your office should be hot. Oh, and here is your receipt and change. There's a rebate on it if you want to send it in." Nick laughed. "Okay, thanks Jack. Let me tell everyone the site is back up." He picked up his receiver. "I'm headed toward our closet, uh, office." Jack grinned to show he was just giving Nick some grief. "If you talk to Ms. Cooper, you might mention that we are ready to start working on the product photos. I'm sure she wants to be in on that." Nick nodded in acknowledgement as he started talking on the phone. Jack was setting up his new camera and tripod while Jennifer arranged the lighting when Ms. Cooper showed up. "Nick said you were ready to start shooting some of the product photography." "Yes ma'am. We thought you would want to assign the order of the products, and be here at least for the first few shots." "Yes. I'll go get the first items I want photographed." By the time she returned Jack and Jennifer were ready to go. Jennifer took the first item to be shot and arranged it on the black display in what she knew to be its best advantage. Ms. Cooper wasn't happy with it, however, and insisted on changing it. And so it went for the first several products. It was very frustrating, having Ms. Cooper forcing them to take less than ideal shots. They quickly figured out that this was a control issue, though, and reacted to her demands courteously while silently developing and refining a system where they would set up a shot almost perfectly, then gently nudge her into changing it to perfect while having her think it was her idea. They felt a bit guilty for manipulating her in such a manner, but soon found that once she had some experience, they no longer had to nudge her most of the time. She was seeing what needed to be changed herself. After that they eased into more of a collaborating interaction with her, rather than intentionally setting things up less that ideally just so she could fix them. They worked steadily with only a quick break for lunch, and by the time the end of the day rolled around they had put a pretty big dent in the product line. Perhaps more importantly, it appeared that Ms. Cooper's attitude toward them had warmed, however slightly. Baby steps, Jack. He agreed. A couple more days of similarly exhausting work, including Jack apologetically telling Ms. Cooper that the first few photos had not come out quite right due to a lighting error and would have to be retaken, and the product photos were finished. "Now comes the fun part; writing all the descriptive text for the items," Jack smiled grimly late Wednesday afternoon. "What about the promotional text on the product flyers. What's wrong with that?" Ms. Cooper asked. "Well, we can use it for some, but..." Jack picked up the closest flyer handy and started reading. "... The new Phaser Cock will send blast after blast of Phaser energy across your bow and straight into your reactor core." He looked at Ms. Cooper with a raised eyebrow. The corners of her mouth quirked in a small smile, the first they had seen, and a significant victory. She said, "Okay, maybe not that one." Only slightly surprising to Ms. Cooper at this point, and of course coming as absolutely no surprise to Jack, they found that Jennifer had a 'gift' of almost poetically being able to describe the products in such a way as to incorporate both the fanciful ideas behind each product with a fairly accurate description of what to actually expect from it. They agreed to hit the product descriptions hard and heavy Thursday afternoon. -------- The meeting on Thursday morning that Jack had mentioned to Nick was with Margaret at Smith and Brown, so Thursday morning eight AM found him sitting in Margaret's office. "So, things are going better around here?" "Much, thanks in no small part to you." "Well, like I said before, I was just protecting my own butt." She grinned at him. "Well, it certainly has become a nice one to protect, if you don't mind my saying so." Jack raised an eyebrow and checked her tote board. It didn't look like she was really hitting on him, just doing a bit of flirting, although a dangerous bit as far as sexual harassment went, so he replied. "Thanks. Now what would happen if I told you that you had a nice ass?" She shrugged and grinned. "With me, nothing," She pointed at a small sign on the wall that said 'Any Sexual Harassment Committed In This Room Will NOT Be Reported. Instead, It Will Be Graded', "although I wouldn't say it to anyone else." "Not even Ms. Jacobs." "Absolutely not, unless..." Jack just smiled. "Well, you did help get rid of her arch nemesis. I hear she eats men alive, though, so you're in for a challenge. But not today, she's in a meeting." Jack soon found that pretty much everyone interesting was in meetings that morning. He liked and respected Margaret, but felt little attraction to her (although she did have a nice ass), so after the few items that they had to discuss regarding S&B's website were exhausted, she went on to other things. Not, though, before Jack whispered "you have an awesome ass" in her ear on the way out of her office, causing her to choke and then apologize to whoever was on the other end of the phone held to her other ear. Just before he went through the door, she held her hand over the receiver and whispered, "That'll earn you an A." The remainder of Jack's morning was slow and boring, at least until an invisible Genie suggested CEO Jack screw his 'temp executive secretary' on a desk in an empty office. She even appeared wearing a pair of sexy glasses, her hair tied up in a tight bun, and with a steno pad from somewhere, just to make things authentic. "I'm afraid that there are certain things that I require while I dictate, Miss Holiday." Perched on the corner of 'his' desk, revealing a demure yet tantalizing bit of crossed-legs beneath the hem of her skirt, executive secretary Holiday looked over her glasses at him. "I will accommodate you in whatever ways you require, Mr. Phillips." "Very well, remove your blouse, skirt and panties, bend over the desk, and prepare to write, please." In elegant, economical movements, secretary Holiday removed her conservative cream blouse and skirt, revealing matching cream bra and stockings... and no panties. She gave him a professionally attentive expression that also managed to be both challenging and sultry as she moved to bend at the waist over the desk, her long, perfectly toned legs spread wide. They were made even more shapely, if that were possible, by her cream colored heels. Jack stood and moved behind her. He unzipped the fly of his temporary thousand-dollar-suit pants while contemplating her bud, which was fully exposed between her taut, spread cheeks. It was somehow still virgin, and he was sorely tempted to change that. After a moment's consideration, though, he decided against it. Her rear deserved its cherry to be taken in a much more leisurely and thorough fashion. Besides, Jack found that, in addition to any (marginally) leg-shaping properties they might possess, her heels were also just tall enough to put her glistening vagina at the perfect 'dictating' height. Placing his tip at her entrance, he grasped her narrow waist and slid into her tight tunnel to the hilt. She moaned softly. "Did you say something, Miss Holiday?" "No sir." Supporting her upper body's weight on her forearms, she placed tip of pen to pad. "I am ready to take your dictation whenever you wish to begin." He began. In her position she could do little but receive his long, strong thrusts as he pressed her legs against the desk. She actually appeared to be 'taking notes' as she panted and moaned, so CEO Jack tried to angle and time each thrust for maximum insightful impact. He seemed successful, as they both had entirely satisfying orgasms many pages later. Although the office had an executive bathroom, there were no supplies, so Jennifer cleaned them up magically and returned them to their regular clothes. She disappeared again long enough for them to make it out of S&B's parking lot, and then popped into the passenger seat, grinning smugly, to show Jack where she had taken down every grunt and groan in shorthand, even during orgasm. -------- They arrived at FI shortly after lunch. After working with the weekend manger to perform the daily backup on the web server, they got to work on the text descriptions for the products. Jennifer sped through them, although every once in awhile she would throw in a zinger that got Jack rolling, just to make sure he was paying attention. A couple of them even cracked up Ms. Cooper. Jack was pleased to discover that she had a beautiful smile, showing off her strong, white teeth, a surprising set of dimples, and high, round cheeks, all to great advantage. He didn't think she was comfortable enough with Jennifer and him to say so yet, though. Friday afternoon saw them finished with most of the text, and in a status meeting with Nick, Alice and Ms. Cooper. "... so, the photos and text for most of your products are done. Now Jennifer and I just need to tweak copies of the photos for the 'PG' version of the site, and then get the site itself populated with all of the products. After, that, well, I need your input. Once the photos and text are in, the site will be ready to go insofar as it has the same contents as your current one. The question is, do you want to switch to it then, or wait for the demo photos and instructional text?" Nick thought for a moment. "Can you give me some time frames?" "Well, we'll work though the weekend, and have the basic site finished early next week. After that..." "I know we have been saying we want this thing as soon as we can, but I hate to have you working over the weekend," Nick interrupted. Jack smiled. "Not a problem. Such is the life of a self-employed web designer. Some weeks we work hard seven days a week, and some weeks we have a fairly light work load," or blow the whole week trying to solve some stupid puzzle he added mentally. Jennifer, who was sitting at an angle where the FI folks couldn't see her face, stuck her tongue out at him. "... so don't worry about that. "So. The initial site will be ready, say, Tuesday. If we decide to switch your site over to it then, we will first need to test it to make sure everything is working; the shopping cart, credit card transactions, etcetera. That would mean going live around Thursday, unless you have a day after that which would be better for the switch. "If you didn't decide to switch over then, we would start the demo photographs and instructional text on Tuesday or Wednesday. Figure about a week and a half to get all that done and added to the site, so that plus the two days testing would put you around two weeks from this coming Monday, give or take, if you decide to switch over after those demo photos are added." Nick contemplated this. "Hmmm. Well, with the concern you have raised about our existing server, I think it might be best to switch over as soon as we can. We'd like to perform a bit of a marketing blitz for our new look, but we'll probably hold off on that until at least the demo photos are posted, and perhaps even the videos. That should work out well, actually, as we can have the site running for a couple of weeks to iron out any issues and make sure it's spinning like a top before the big campaign, which will hopefully bring in lots of traffic." He looked at Ms. Cooper, who nodded her agreement. "Sounds good." Jack replied. "Don't forget, I do print advertising as well, and would be happy to help you with your 'blitz'. I already have all of your artwork and everything." "We have already discussed that a bit, Jack, and will most likely get you to help us. We just need to decide what we want to do," Nick said "Great. Well, we will leave you for today. Have a good weekend, and we will see you Tuesday morning, that is unless you need me for something before then. Feel free to call if you do." "Will-do. Thanks again for all your hard work, both of you." Once the meeting broke up, Jack pulled Ms. Cooper aside. "Do you have time for a couple of quick questions?" "Sure." "Do you guys sell many batteries?" She shrugged. "Some. Why?" "Well, I can set up the site so that it will suggest additional or related items whenever someone views or purchases an item. I thought I might add a suggestion to buy batteries any time an item is purchased that needs them, maybe even suggest a regular pack for 'lightweights' and a large economy pack for 'horny devils' or something." Ms. Cooper had been nodding since halfway through his suggestion. "That's a great idea, Jack. Do it." "Alright. The second question is; would you like me to set up any other related suggestions, such as 'if you are purchasing this Home Light Bondage Kit, you might also want to consider; ball gags, nipple clamps' etcetera?" Genie Chronicles Ch. 15 "Can it do that automatically?" "Not exactly. It does have the ability to track users' purchases - anonymously, of course - and then, once enough purchasing data has been collected, display the 'other buyers of this product have also purchased yada yada, ' message you may have seen on other e-retail sites. But initially the related suggestions would have to be linked manually. Plus, manual linking is more likely to sell items, as the other way could show completely unrelated products that someone just happened to buy together." "Isn't that time consuming?" Jack shrugged. "Somewhat. As I assume you would want to have a say in what suggestions should be made for what products, as you have the most experience with what is bought with what, I figure we can work on that here in spare moments and still have it pretty much done by the site's 'Grand Opening' you are planning." "That sounds good to me, Jack." "Okay, well, have a nice weekend." "You too, guys." As they were walking to the car, Jennifer said, "Those were both good ideas, Jack." "Thanks! Just trying to give them their money's worth." -------- Saturday morning saw Jack staring at his computer, dreading the drudgery of adding all of the product photos and descriptive text. And he would have to do each one twice, once for the PG version, and one for the R/X version. Why the hell did he have to come up with that idea? At least he had been able to creatively wish Jennifer enough skill to help him. They worked through a couple of items, and then Jack had a thought. "Jennifer, now that we know how this is all going to work and have done a few of these products by hand, just to say we have, can I wish that this website be constructed as we have planned, although tweaked in any way necessary, to give the shopper the ultimate titillating and satisfying shopping experience for all their erotic needs, leaving us a free, romantic, sexy weekend together?" Tingle. "Yup. Done." "That was easy." Jack sighed and stretched happily, feeling like a kid let out of school. They had no problem making sure the weekend was both romantic and filled with lots of sex, much of it kinky, just to make sure the requirements for the wish were met. Sunday was especially easy, as a rather severe thunderstorm knocked out the power for most of the late afternoon and evening. That was fine with them. A few magically created candles and oil lamps - suspiciously shaped lamps that in other circumstances might beg to be rubbed, Jack noticed - provided all the light they needed. They had planned to relax on Monday, as well, enjoying the guilty pleasure of being lazy while everyone thought you were working, but it wasn't to be. Early Monday morning, the phone rang. "Hello," Jack mumbled. ... "What? Why?" ... Jack sighed. "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." He hung up. "What's going on?" Jennifer asked. "That was Nick. He said it looks like last night's storm knocked out a lot of their equipment, including the web server. I'm going in to see what I can do. He accused me of jinxing the server. He was kidding. Mostly. I think." They hit the head, threw on some clothes, Jack rubbed a razor over his face, and they hit the road. Traffic was light this early, so they made record time. Nick came to the front door at their knock. "Thanks for coming, guys. Sorry to get you up so early." "No problem. Let's take a look at the damage." The web server was well and truly dead, although it was possible that the power surge or whatever had not done major damage to the PC, and it could be fairly easily repaired. Still, it was far from the only victim. Almost everything on the same power circuit was fried, regardless of the (cheap) surge protectors most of the equipment was plugged into. This included all the network equipment and several other PCs, although remarkably it looked like the cable modem had somehow survived. Jack had brought his laptop, so he hooked it up to test the modem. As he was starting up the laptop, Ms. Cooper entered. Jack said in wonder, "Yep, it still works, don't ask me how." "So where does that leave us, Jack." Nick asked. "Well, it's possible that all the server PC needs is a new part to get it going again. Or, it could be completely fried. The only way to know is to try that part -it's inexpensive, and easy to find - but even at best, we're looking at a couple of hours to get it going again, and if something else is wrong, well," he shrugged. "Okay, so what's the next option?" Jack looked at Jennifer. He kind of hated to admit that the new website was ready early, as it would set the bar awfully high for future performance, but it didn't look like there was much of a choice, not if he wanted to give the client his best. "Your new website is actually pretty much ready to go." "What? How can that be? I thought you said it wouldn't be ready until tomorrow. What did you guys do, work on it the whole weekend, forgetting to sleep?" "Yeah, we went pretty hot and heavy all weekend," Jack replied, not entirely untruthfully. It just wasn't on the website. "We got into a groove, and just kept going, figuring we would take today to catch up on our sleep." At least the last part was true; they did plan to nap to make up for some lost sleep. Both Nick and Ms. Cooper were looking at him suspiciously. "What?" He threw up his hands. "Alright, you got us. We worked all weekend non-stop on your new website while directing the storm here last night to have it strike just right so that it would take out your web server so you would have to switch to the other one this morning." Nick chuckled, Ms Cooper snorted, and Jennifer thought at him, Now you see what it feels like to have coincidences blamed on you. Jack turned so that only she could see his face, gave her a lopsided smile, and thought, Yeah, well, now that you mention it, I'm not convinced this isn't really your doing. He was answered by a loud, surround-sound raspberry reverberating through his head. He winced, and then turned back to Nick. "So, the way I see it, we can do one of three things; we can try to repair the current server, as I said. At best, that's a couple of hours if it's just the power supply, the part I mentioned. At worst, the server is completely fried. That leads to option two, which is to build another server from one of your existing non-fried PC's, or a new one. That would probably take most of the day. "Third is to switch to the new site now. It is already loaded up on my server. Your web address does not point to that server, and it will take several hours at least to get the change made, but until then I can run a utility here on my laptop to redirect the traffic." "I'm not sure I understand that last part," Ms Cooper said. "Okay, think of your web address, your URL, as your web phone number. Right now your phone number still rings here, but there is no web server running to answer the call. We need to switch the number so it rings at my server, which can answer the call. That process usually takes a day or so for this situation, but the guys at my ISP, who take care of this sort of thing, are very helpful and might be able to get it done faster. In the mean time, I can run a utility here on my laptop, or another PC, that can forward your web 'phone calls' to the new site until your 'web phone number' is moved." "Okay, that makes sense." She looked at Nick. "I don't think there is any question, that's what we need to do." Nick looked questioningly at Jack, who said. "That's definitely my recommendation. The only thing we miss by switching today is the testing, and I feel fairly confident the purchasing side will work ok. Ooooo!" Jack said as something occurred to him. "What?" everyone else chorused. "The website will work fine, but with your network fried, it will be a bit of a challenge getting your orders to the warehouse." "The old site would print out orders to the printer back there. What would the new one normally do?" Ms. Cooper asked. "Basically the same thing. A client runs on the PC that their printer is attached to. It automatically retrieves the orders, and can be set to print the orders, or beep when new orders come in and allow your employees to review and print them manually, and lots of other stuff. Training your guys to use the client would have been part of the couple days of testing. Now?" he shrugged. "Trial by fire. I guess the only thing to do is to load the client on the same PC in here that is running the other utility. Did shipping and receiving's PC get fried?" "No, I don't think there was any damage back there." "Well, I volunteered my laptop, but in light of the shipping issue, I recommend that we bring their PC and printer here and load both the forwarding utility and the shipping and receiving client on it. Once that is done, all visitors will be directed to the new site, and all orders will print out here. We can hand-carry them to the warehouse to be filled until we get the network back up." In the mean time, I suggest we send someone on a shopping trip to buy some new network equipment. You might even be able to return that new box I bought a couple of days ago as defective. Not quite honest, but," he shrugged. "I can make a list of what you need." "I can go do that." Ms. Cooper said. Jennifer surprised both her and Jack by saying, "Want some company?" Ms. Cooper shrugged. "Sure." By this time most everyone had come to work, so Nick called back to the warehouse to have a couple guys bring up the PC and printer while Jack made his shopping list. He handed it to Ms. Cooper. "Give me a call on my cell if you have any questions, although I'm sure that two gorgeous, intelligent women shopping for networking equipment will have every techie sales guy in the store falling over themselves to be of assistance." Jack realized the danger of these words as soon as they left his mouth, but he was relieved and pleased to see Ms. Cooper simply blush slightly at his praise. The ladies went shopping, and Jack got to work on the PC that the warehouse staff brought to him. Within an hour he had the PC temporarily forwarding all customers to the new website until his ISP could move FI's web address to his server, which he had called to request at top priority, and he had it printing orders received from the new site. The ladies returned with their purchases not long after, including breakfast sandwiches for everyone. Jack was so busy and distracted that he hadn't realized this was the first time he and Genie/Jennifer had been apart since he had opened her vessel until they returned. He was happy she was getting independent enough to have gone, while at the same time a bit disturbed that it hadn't been a bigger deal. He discovered he had missed her, too. How did it go? He asked. Fine. I tried to get her into some friendly chat. You know, general stuff, nothing personal. And? He felt what he equated to a mental shrug. She was friendly, but reserved. As I said before; baby steps. You were right about one thing, though. There was certainly no problem getting all the help we needed. I was my usual reserved self, of course, and... You mean you flirted shamelessly? Yes. And while she was a bit shocked initially, and although she didn't participate, I think once she got over her initial surprise she saw how much fun it can be. Maybe you should sabotage their network again so we can go on another shopping trip. Jack was about to retaliate for that comment, but just then Nick came in to check up on things. "Got everything you need, Jack?' "For the network, I believe so. I'm starting on it now." "Okay, let me know how it goes." "I will." As he began opening boxes, Jack asked, Do you realize that was the first time we have been apart since I opened your puzzle box? Well, physically separated by a greater distance than we have been before, perhaps, but not apart. We are never more than a thought apart, Jack. So, I could have talked to you while you were shopping? Sure. What about your protective abilities? Were those still in place? Of course? For both of us? Yes. Huh. So what if I would have needed or wanted you for something? Then I would have been with you in an instant. What about Ms Cooper. Would she have simply seen you disappear? Well, to protect our anonymity, I could have done several things; have her and everyone not notice my absence or my return, leave a copy of me behind, etcetera. You can make copies of yourself?! Well, not full copies. They couldn't grant wishes. She gave him a naughty look. But they would be fully functional in many other ways. Huh... uh, good to know. Jack knew if he explored that line of thought right now he would never get anything done, so he hit the network with a vengeance. Near the end of the day he had the network back up and all non-fried PC's connected to it. He gathered with everyone else for a quick status meeting. "All the PC's still working are back on the network and the internet. My ISP has informed me that your web address will be routed to my server sometime tonight. I'm sorry it wasn't sooner. At this point, I plan to leave shipping's PC where it is until the morning to continue forwarding your customers to my server. In the morning we'll move it back to the warehouse and I will give Alice and her folks a crash course in how to use the client software. After that, well, it's up to you. I can either help you try to get the rest of your equipment running, or I can go back to working on the website." "You've been a lifesaver, Jack. I don't know what we would have done without you. Thanks for the offer to help with our hardware, but there are plenty of techs around we can get in here to do that. We need you back on the website." "Sounds good to me," Jack gave a lopsided grin, "although, keep in mind, we are actually a couple days ahead of schedule." He turned more serious. "I would recommend having whoever you get work on the web server first. Even though we have been doing the manual backups up through Sunday morning, and Shipping and Receiving should have a printout of all the orders after that, it would still be a good idea to get it back up and running if you can, just to make sure nothing got missed and to make a final backup of the files." Nick said, "Very well. We'll get them to do that first. Anything else, anyone?" There wasn't, so the meeting broke up. Exhausted, Jack and Jennifer went home after Jack confirmed that Jennifer's protection powers would make sure he wouldn't go to sleep at the wheel, or at least the auto pilot would take over, on the drive home. Once they arrived safely, Jennifer fixed them a quick snack, and then they passed out while watching TV. The next morning Jack confirmed that FI's web address was now going directly to the new site on his server, and then he disconnected Alice's PC and moved it back to shipping. As promised, he gave a quick but thorough lesson on the use of the shipping and receiving client. Alice was thrilled with all it could do, but, "There's no way I'll remember all that crap, Jack!" Jack grinned back and handed her a laminated card. "Here is a quick start card for the client software. Tape it up somewhere handy. It tells you how to do most of the standard stuff. For anything else, well, I'm just across the way there, you know. Just wait for the stunning red head to come out of the booth to grab the next toy, and ask me anything you like... unless you want to come model some of the stuff? You know, to give her a break." Alice just snorted and slapped his arm. "Shoo!" Jack performed a quick final tour of the building to make sure that everything he had done was still working, and to check in with Nick. He then went to Ms. Cooper's office and knocked while poking his head through the door. "We're ready to start the demo photos, if you want to be there." "I do. Give me fifteen minutes." Fifteen minutes was just enough time to get the photo booth ready. They finished just as she walked up. "What order do you guys suggest we do this series in?" she asked, a marked change from her attitude at the beginning of the first round of photos. "Well, as these are meant to show the products in use correctly in addition to providing a bit of titillation, I think we might want to start with the products which your customers seem to have the most problems with, or that you have the most complaints or returns on. I'm going to try to post these as we go, so those can be up first." Ms. Cooper nodded. "That makes sense. Let me go consult with Alice on returns for a minute, and I'll be back with a few items." While she was gone, Jennifer started removing her clothing, much to Jack's enjoyment. She stopped at a hunter green lacy bra, matching panties, and black stockings, real ones. It seemed that hunter green was becoming her signature color. It sure matched nicely with her dark red tresses and deep green eyes. Show off. Jack thought, admiring her silk-encased gams. Lech, she replied, making sure he got the best view. I like the green. Thanks! Me, too. When Ms. Cooper returned, she saw Jennifer, stopped short, and said, "Oh!" Jennifer looked up innocently. "Something wrong?" "Uh, no, I just didn't expect... uh... no, nothing's wrong." She held up a box. "It's kind of ironic that you guys picked the Buzzy Buggie as one of your demo toys, as it is actually one of the ones we get the most complaints about." "Really? I have no complaints about it." Jennifer said, blushing a bit but grinning cheekily. "Yes, well," Ms. Cooper didn't seem to have an answer for that, so she simply handed Jennifer the box. Jennifer set it aside for a moment to remove her stockings and panties. She did this without any overt eroticism, but then she didn't need any. Jack's cock was rock hard long before the silk panties floated to the floor around her ankles. He thought to try to hide it before deciding how ridiculous that was. He was likely to be hard for most of the next week, and if he was constantly trying to hide it, all he would accomplish would be to call more attention to it. Ms. Cooper would just have to get over it, if she insisted on staying for this whole shoot, too. Besides, although he couldn't really get a good look without giving himself away, a few quick glimpses seemed to confirm a bit of a bulge in the front of her skirt, as well. Jennifer proceeded to strap on the Buggie, performing more 'innocently' cock-hardening bending and squatting in the process. When she finally had it like she wanted it, she reclined on the pillows covered with black cloth and positioned herself for the camera, but Ms. Cooper stopped them. "Wait! You don't have it on correctly." "I don't?" Jennifer looked at her doubtfully. "No. I think that's why we get so many complaints." She moved closer to Jennifer. "It's actually supposed to be, um, higher." Jennifer shifted it a bit. "Here?" "No, uh, over your hood." "Really? Here?" "Not quite. It's..." Jennifer removed her hand and pointed to the bug. "Can you show me?" "Uh..." Ms. Cooper said self consciously. Jennifer smiled and nodded encouragingly, and Ms. Cooper reached out a slightly shaking hand to grasp the bug and move it, careful not to touch Jennifer's privates. "There?" Jennifer said disbelievingly. She reached out to grasp the battery and control unit wired to the Buggie. She twisted the control knob, and the Buggie started buzzing. She winced. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cooper, but that feels really unpleasant." Genie Chronicles Ch. 15 "But the instructions..." she held up a flimsy sheet of paper. Jennifer took it. "Ms. Cooper, this looks to be a bad translation of a bad translation. If the customers are trying to follow these, that probably explains a lot." She flung the paper into the air, and it fluttered down several feet away. "Please move the Buggie down about an inch or so." Ms. Cooper reached out and gingerly did as Jennifer asked. It slid below Jennifer's hood and nestled, buzzing, against her clit. She sighed. "See how it fits in snugly there? In that location, I had two orgasms while Master Photographer got the 'lighting right' during the photography for your demo site." It was Jack's turn to redden and shrug. "I see," Ms Cooper said, distracted a bit by the idea of possibly seeing the bug cause a repeat performance. "Might I ask, have you tried this product yet?" Jennifer asked. Jack thought this a dangerous question, but then realized it was fairly appropriate to ask of an attractive woman who happened to be the VP of purchasing of a major adult toy distributor, as long as you assumed said VP didn't have a penis. Ms. Cooper stuttered a bit then said, "No, not yet." "Well, my experience is of course that of only one woman, so perhaps you should try it, or have some of the other female employees try it to see if they have the same experience. Jamie up front, for one, would probably be quite willing to try it for work, if she hasn't tried it for pleasure already. Why, I bet even Alice would be willing." This earned her an "ewwww!" look from both Jack and Ms. Cooper. "What? She's a woman too, you know!" "Ummm... I might take an informal poll later. Just go ahead and shoot it like you have it for now." Jennifer gave her a naughty grin. "What, do you mean still running?" She didn't move to cut it off, so Jack shrugged and set up the shot. Jennifer was able to hold off until he said he had the photos he needed, but then her body shuddered strongly. Jack was certain he saw a bulge in Ms. Cooper's skirt this time. And so it went for the rest of that day and most of the next. Jennifer's earlier prediction proved correct, as the area by the booth soon became heavily traveled. At first Ms. Cooper scowled at whoever walked past, until Jack said, "It's your call, of course, but they aren't bothering Jennifer or me, and Alice won't let them get too far out of line, so perhaps you should just consider it a free fringe benefit for your folks to enjoy on their breaks or whatever." Ms. Cooper couldn't say too much to that. Jack and Jennifer obviously had things well in hand, and if she were completely honest with herself she would have to admit that the only reason she was staying back here was for the same reason that was drawing the heavy traffic. So, she lightened up. She felt even better when Nick wandered back, muttered a 'whoa!" under his breath and stopped to watch for awhile. Jennifer was currently posing for the photos for the LongDong. Jack shot a series of pictures as the dong disappeared. All of it. Nick was part of the traffic wearing a crease in the floor after that. They shot until about two thirty on Wednesday, and then stopped to write the instructional text for the items they had photographed. Not surprisingly, Jennifer seemed to know just what to write. Finally Ms. Cooper threw up her hands. "It's like you've used every single one of these things extensively!" Jennifer just smiled and shrugged. Ms. Cooper shook her head and left them to it. They finished right at five, and left with everyone else. They had a simple dinner when they got home. After that Jack again wished the website updated, as for some reason they were both very, very horny. They enjoyed some leisurely but quite creative and effective mutual orgasmic stimulation, and then hit the bed early, satiated and very tired. -------- Margaret at S&B had called to ask Jack to skip this week's meeting entirely, as things were just too crazy. She told him that there was really nothing which needed doing on the website at the moment, and that she would tell the boss they had consulted. Therefore, Thursday went pretty much the same as Wednesday, until, on one of his afternoon walk-bys, Nick waited until the current shot was done and then said, "How goes it?" "Good. These demo photos obviously take longer to shoot than the first product ones, but we should stay on schedule, perhaps even a little ahead." "Great! Would it help if I stopped this..." he indicated the high traffic zone. "Nope. Like we told Ms. Cooper, it doesn't bother us at all, your folks seem to enjoy sneaking peeks, and Alice isn't letting things get out of hand. Besides," he continued in a stage whisper while pointing in Jennifer's direction through his other hand, "I think the talent performs better with an audience." "I heard that!" floated up from the luscious form lounging on the black-covered pillows as she applied some vicious-looking nipple clamps for the next shot. Nick grinned. "Very well. I also wanted to let you know - you too, Susan - that I've just found out I will need to be out for a couple of days for some personal reasons. I should be back next Tuesday or Wednesday." "Is everything okay?" Ms. Cooper asked with a concerned frown. "Yeah, just a few things I need to take care of. Well, I've held you guys up long enough. Have a good weekend, and I'll see you next week." Everyone said bye, then Jack asked, I hate to pry, but is there anything I should know about Nick? Can we help him in any way? Nothing sexual that I can see. Oh, well, keep an ear out, will you? Sure. Now shoot the damn photo, these things hurt if you aren't good and revved up, which I am currently not. Jack grinned. Well, we can get you good and revved whenever we do any other clamps if you think you can hold still for the photographs. She just looked back at him flatly. He continued to grin. They finished the day, and Jack and Jennifer went home to start into motion a plan Jack had been contemplating. While he hoped everything was okay with Nick, his absence would actually help. Genie Chronicles Ch. 16 Jack was a little nervous for much of the day on Friday as he waited for the opportunity to put his plans into action. They continued photography during the morning, and after lunch worked on instructional text for all of the photos taken over the last couple days. They finished around three, and then met with Ms. Cooper and Alice for a few minutes. Jack gave a status report on the website, and then asked, "How has the order process been going on the new site? Everything ok?" "Like clockwork, Jack," Alice beamed, "that is, once we got used to the new computer thingy. The guys back there tell me it's really 'cool'." Jack grinned back. "That's good to hear Alice." He turned to Ms. Cooper. "Traffic on the new site has been growing slowly over the last few days. How have purchases been compared to the old site?" "Well, not surprisingly, they dipped quite a bit on Monday due to the server problems. Tuesday and Wednesday were a little down, but yesterday was good. We'll know more after the weekend, which is usually our busiest time." Jack replied, "I'll keep my fingers crossed." Ms. Cooper looked around. "Anyone have anything else?" Jack figured it was now or never, so said, "I have something to run by you, if you have a few minutes, Ms. Cooper. It doesn't need take up anyone else's time, though." "Ok. Have a good weekend, everyone." She turned to Jack. "Do you guys want to talk here, or in my office?" "Office might be better, and it's just me. Jennifer needs to run a quick errand." Ms. Cooper shrugged. "Ok, come on." "Actually, I need to run out to the car for a moment. I'll be right there." Jack walked with Jennifer out to his small SUV, retrieved a large box, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Wish me luck!" Jennifer snorted. "Luck? What do you need that for? You have me, remember? I'll be there, too." She kissed him back, and then got into the SUV to drive it around the building to appear as if she had left. She claimed she could drive perfectly well as part of her adaptation to his society, and it appeared to be true, but she hadn't been in any real traffic, yet, so Jack told her to just drive out of sight. Jack lugged his box back inside and to Ms. Cooper's office. She raised her eyebrows when she saw it, and when he pushed her door closed. "Well, this is certainly a mystery." "Think of it more as a surprise. Um..." Jack has been trying to figure out how to start this conversation, and hadn't come up with anything he had been really happy with, then inspiration struck. "Did Nick tell you about the first time he and I met?" "Not much. Just that you reacted a bit oddly when he told you what we do. Or I guess I should say, oddly in a different way than most do when they learn what we do," she qualified with a rueful smile. "That's true. I told him it was due to a very odd coincidence." "Oh?" "Yes. That coincidence stems from the fact that I had just spoken to an acquaintance of mine; a rather odd guy who, well, he's a bit of a loner, has lots of spare cash and time on his hands, and happens to be a fairly brilliant computer scientist and mechanical engineer, not to mention, as you will see in a moment, a pretty incredible artist. Similar to our discussion on the first day you and I met, he has also lamented in the past the sorry state of adult toys for men, and decided to do something about it. The result is this." Jack pulled a smaller box out of the big one, and from that he removed a sleek, modernly-designed black oblong case about eight inches high by six inches wide by eighteen inches long. On one end of the box was what appeared to be a woman's mouth and lower face molded out of silver-colored rubber. It appeared to be a better version of the material used for the 'realistic' mouths, often molded from porn stars, that were meant to simulate oral sex, but were really only sheaths used to masturbate with. The lips were purple and pursed in an 'O'. "Uh, what is it?" Ms. Cooper asked dubiously. "It's an oral sex, or if you prefer, blow job, simulator." Her eyebrows went up. "Really?" "Yep. It works via a combination of mechanical servos and a small sealed hydraulic system to reproduce very lifelike motion. It is built from the same technologies that many movie special effects companies use to make their creations' movements so lifelike, although more refined." Ms. Cooper's interest was definitely piqued. "So, how does it work?" "It has a small computer inside that you control with this wired remote." Jack showed her the black flat rectangle hosting an array of buttons, then plugged its cord into the simulator. "The simulator has six pre-programmed 'oral scenarios', four of which are regular blow-job scenarios varying in intensity from mild to trailer hitch chrome removal, and two specialty scenarios, one teasing, and one tormenting." "'Tormenting'?" "Yeah, it's a bit on the rough side. Some use of the teeth, that sort of thing." "Teeth?" Ms. Cooper asked incredulously. "Yep. The inside of the mouth is anatomically accurate." "So, isn't that kind of dangerous? Couldn't someone get hurt?" "No, the device is designed so that it cannot exert enough pressure to break the skin. It can bite down hard enough to be uncomfortable, but not actually damaging. Its at-rest position is always with the jaws completely open so that the user can't get trapped. All they have to do is hit this red panic button, or cut the unit off, and it will instantly go to at-rest." "Wow. So..." She obviously didn't know what to ask next. Jack took the initiative and pulled another simulator out of the box. This one had a clear plastic housing rather than the glossy black of the first one. "This is a demo model. I didn't show it to you first because, as you can see, all the inner workings are visible. That can look a bit intimidating, especially in operation. Would you like to see one in action?" She started and looked at him questioningly, obviously wondering if he was implying what it sounded like. He smiled and blushed a bit. "It has a demo mode to show how realistically it can move." "Oh." She sounded relieved, disappointed, curious and excited. "Absolutely!" Jack lined up the black-cased model so that the mouth pointed at her, then bent to plug it into the power-strip by her desk. "Why the silver and purple?" she asked while he was plugging it up. "Well, the inventor figured that some folks might be a little creeped-out by realistic flesh, like this one," he turned the clear demo model's mouth to face her, and she had to admit that the incredibly lifelike skin and lips could be a bit creepy, "so he also made this 'android' face." "Ah. That makes sense," she replied, her tone of voice adding, 'as much as any of this surreal meeting makes sense.' Jack just grinned and pressed the 'demo' button. Ms. Cooper jumped as the mouth came to life, the lips opening and closing, then puckering for a kiss. The tongue poked through them and licked them provocatively before extending further to show its flexibility by becoming wide and flat, then long and pointed. It even curled up into a little tube. She jumped again when the mouth started to move toward her, revealing the outside case of the unit to be a sleeve around an inner case. The inside case, containing all the components and with the mouth attached to its end, could extend out of and retract back into the sleeve, allowing the mouth full forward and backward motion. The unit extended to its furthest point, lips again in an 'O' as if seeking something on which to suck. Reaching its limit, it frowned in disappointment at not finding anything, then the unit slowly retracted again as the mouth went through the rest of its contortions, including baring and clicking together a bright, white set of teeth, before finally coming to rest. When she was sure it was done, Ms. Cooper said, "That's incredible!... and a bit creepy." "Yeah, it is. Now watch it on this one where you can see what is going on inside." The demo model went through the same motions, and this time most of Ms. Cooper's attention was drawn to the inner workings of the thing as they whirred and moved. She noticed that the 'flesh' of the inside of the 'mouth' was almost clear except for the pink-red tongue, which she could see moving around. She did pay sufficient attention to the action outside to notice that the incredibly lifelike movements of the equally lifelike mouth and tongue were indeed even creepier, yet perhaps also even more erotic, than the 'android' ones. She noticed something else this time, too. "Are those lips and tongue wet?" Jack grinned. "Yep. Artificial saliva. It's hypoallergenic, and even has very mild antiseptic qualities. It's of a consistency that feels just like the real thing, and the whole mouth is warmed to body temperature. There is also another solution, a 'mouthwash, ' for when the user is finished. Using it in conjunction with the cleaning cycle will leave the unit clean, disinfected, and ready for the next session. "While it isn't recommended for multiple people to share one of these, just like any other adult toy, in reality the mouthwash and cleaning cycle, when used properly, will leave it clean enough that this isn't a problem, at least not health-wise. The idea still seems a little gross to me, though. Also, even though the cleaning solution won't cause anything worse than a mild sting if it is accidentally used as saliva, the two solutions are kept in two different reservoirs in the unit, and the filler bottles' tips and filler receptacles are shaped differently for each solution to help prevent confusion. " "That's absolutely incredible." She repeated in awe. Jack showed her the remote control. "Each oral sex scenario can be set to last a certain time; 5, 10, 15 minutes, etcetera. Also, there is both an 'extend' button, which extends the scenario for one minute for each press of the button in case you aren't quite done in time, and a 'Now!' button, which you can press as you approach climax in order to give you a bit more intense and direct stimulation to make the finish more enjoyable. This can be especially useful in the 'light intensity' and 'teasing' scenarios. Oh, and that can also be used in conjunction with the 'swallow' button. I trust that one is self-explanatory. "The majority of the rest of the buttons control specific actions by the mouth and tongue such as sucking, licking, etcetera; basically each individual action that the mouth can perform. They can be used individually or in combination to stimulate the user however he wishes. A sequence of them can even be combined to program the user's own custom blow job. There are two empty scenarios in there where long sequences can be stored. Also, as the unit performs one of its pre-programmed scenarios, the LEDs beside the corresponding buttons light up to show what the mouth is doing so the user can reproduce that portion of the scenario if he wishes." He really had to prevent himself from saying 'he or she wishes' this time. Ms. Cooper looked excited but disbelieving. "That all sounds too good to be true, Jack." "Well, would you like to really see it in action?" he asked with a nervous but challenging grin. She looked at him for a long moment. "Won't Jennifer mind?" Jack's grin grew. "It was her suggestion." "Oh.' She said softly, and then swallowed. "Well, then, I'm game if you are." Jack swallowed, too. "Ok." He moved the clear demo box to the side of her desk and judged the height to be just about perfectly crotch level. "It comes with a clamp to attach it to a table or counter or whatever. It needs to be fairly firmly secured," he showed her the clamp he took from the box, and then used it to secure the simulator to the top of her desk. He looked at it to make sure everything was right, then sighed and looked at her. "Ready?" She nodded mutely. Jack stepped close to the simulator and lowered his fly. He was already rock hard at the thought of personally demonstrating this thing to her in this fashion, and barely remembered to shorten himself before he pulled his cock out of his fly, realizing that if he didn't he might scare her off. He concentrated on eight inches, and then pulled eight inches of hard shaft through. It was still enough to make her gasp softly. He lined it up with the purple lips about an inch away. "I'm going to start a ten minute level three scenario," he said, almost calmly. He pressed the appropriate buttons on the remote. The unit whirred softly for a moment, and then the pink, glistening tongue snaked out to moisten the lips before they moved toward his cock. As they passed his tip and started to engulf him, he cleared his throat and said, "The first thing the unit does on your first use is determine measurements by taking in the penis all the way to measure length, then sucking down on it to measure thickness. It will remember the measurements until they are cleared." Ms. Cooper watched in fascination as the lips slowly slid down his shaft, only to see the tip of his cock reappear within the nearly transparent 'cheeks' and slide along the top of the tongue. Once the lips had fully engulfed him, she saw him twitch when the flesh pressed in on his cock as the unit sucked on him. "Once it has taken and stored the measurements," he said, slightly unsteadily, "the scenario will start." Even as he spoke, the mouth completely released him, and then the glistening tongue poked out to swirl around his cock head. "All... although it's best to stand as still as you can, the tongue and lips have contact sensors that can detect and compensate for small changes in the penis' location outside the mouth." He moved his cock slightly away and to the side. The tongue searched blindly for it for a moment, a surprisingly erotic sight. When it made contact again, it continued it's swirling. After a few moments of that, the lips took him in once more, and started to move forward and back a few inches on his shaft. Ms. Cooper could see the inside flesh tighten down each time the mouth sucked him in, and the tongue move along the bottom of his cock. After several repetitions of this, the mouth would take him all the way in, going slowly the last couple of inches as if it was reproducing a struggle to deep-throat him. Looking closer, Ms. Cooper could see a downward turn and tightening of the flesh several inches inside the mouth, just about where a woman's throat would be. Seeing the subject of her scrutiny, Jack said, although it was obviously becoming a challenge for him to speak objectively, "Yes, as I said, the mouth interior is anatomically correct. There's even a uvula in there..." he had to pause and stifle a groan as the simulator deep-throated him again, "it is very realistic." Soon after this the mouth switched tactics. It opened wide to take him most of the way in, then the lips tightened, the mouth sucked strongly and the tongue swirled firmly as it slowly pulled off of him. After about half a dozen repeats of this, Jack pressed the 'stop' button. The unit slowly released him and retracted fully. He took a couple of deep breaths, and then said, "The stop button is different than 'Panic.' It retracts leisurely, and by hitting 'resume' I could start where I left off. Panic pulls it off quickly and then all power is removed from the unit until you reset it." He hesitated, and then held the remote out to her. "Want to take control?" She stared at it for a long moment before slowly reaching out a hand to take it. She looked up at him, and he grinned. She looked back down, then pressed the 'swirl' button. The LED beside the button began to blink slowly, the mouth extended, and the tongue came out to quickly locate and then very lightly swirl around the tip of his cock. "If you hold down a button, you will notice the LED blink faster and faster. The faster the blinking, the more intense the corresponding stimulation. Release the button and then hold it down again, and the intensity will decrease. Give it a quick press to stop it all together, or start it again at the last intensity." She held the swirl button down, and the swirling of the tongue became more intense, until it was unclear whether the tongue was swirling around his cock, or vice versa. She pressed and released the button, and the tongue stopped and slid back behind the lips. She then pressed a button to take his cock part-way in between the lips before noticing the 'teeth' button. She pressed it briefly. The teeth closed to make very light contact with Jack's cock just below his head. As there was nothing else going on that required the lips to be in contact with his cock, they pulled away to show what the teeth were doing, just like a real woman's might if she were doing a little biting. Ms. Cooper leaned forward for a better look as she pressed and held the button. Jack winced as the teeth bit down, but didn't really mind. For one, it afforded him a chance to take a good look at her crotch and confirm a definite bulge in her skirt. Plus, it was kind of erotic, having her watch as she caused the teeth to bite into him a bit. He was looking down at the teeth himself when she looked up at him. "Is this painful? Did I go too far?" "No, as a matter of fact, press and hold it briefly to release it a little, then press and hold it again until the LED is solid." She looked at him doubtfully, but did what he asked. The teeth released a little, but then bit down harder. He winced again. She had turned to look at his face, and winced, too, in sympathy. "As you can see," he said in a slightly strained voice, "that is as hard as it can bite down, and it hasn't broken the skin. However, it gives quite a sting, and I'd like for you to release me now." She pressed and held the button until the teeth completely released him, then she retracted the mouth off of him, revealing teeth indentations in his rock-hard shaft. She winced again. "Sorry." "Don't be. I didn't mind, or I wouldn't have asked you to do it, and it's a good demonstration of the safety of the simulator." With some difficulty he stuffed his hardness back into his pants, and then carefully zipped them up. Ms. Cooper looked a little disappointed. He sat back across from her. "Try the 'clean' button." She pressed it, then watched in fascination as the unit went through some serious internal swishing of the 'mouthwash', interrupted a couple of times by the tongue running around the lips. "The tongue can clean the lips and a bit of the area outside them, but any, um, 'overspray' beyond that has to be cleaned by hand." He paused. "So, what do you think?" "It's incredible, Jack. I've just seen it work, and I can still hardly believe it. In a business where very few products live up to the fantasy they present, especially for guys, this..." she shrugged, "I don't know what else to say. So, is this something he is looking to try to produce? I don't know if that's even possible, and they would have to cost a fortune." Jack grinned. "I have some good news, some good news, some good news, and some bad news." "Should I get the bad news out of the way?" Jack laughed. "Nope, sorry, that needs to be last." "Ok, so what's the good news?" "He already has these units in production." "You're kidding!" "Nope." "Ok, and, uh, the good news?" "We have been discussing things, and I have told him how good you guys are to work with, and what your goals are. He has agreed to offer FI an exclusive distributorship." Ms. Cooper's eyes had gotten very wide. "That's very generous and flattering, but..." "And the last piece of good news, at least for the moment, is that the wholesale price to you is one hundred and fifty dollars each." Ms. Cooper choked. "What?! How can he do that? These things should cost... well, I have no idea what they should cost, but..." she stopped when Jack held up his hand. Genie Chronicles Ch. 16 "Now for the bit of bad news. He will only sell these to you if you agree to market them at less that three hundred dollars; say, two ninety nine ninety five." Ms. Cooper frowned. "We really don't like our suppliers dictating our selling price, Jack. And besides, this thing should sell for way more than that. I mean, these could be the male version of the Orgazmoretron. Their male product is fairly decent, but..." The Orgazmoretron was the ultimate in female stimulation. It was a saddle-shaped seat that a woman straddled in order to bring her privates into contact with and/or impaled upon one of several attachment covers. If the selected cover had a phallic component, the unit had a motor that rotated said component inside the vagina. It had a second, stronger motor that caused vibration against the woman's clitoris, as well as the rest of her privates. Both the rotation speed and vibration were variable, with the vibrations going from very light to roughly jack hammer in intensity. If both the demonstration video for the product and the clips of it being used in various adult videos were to be believed, it could reduce even the most orgasmically challenged woman to a quivering, panting mass of post-orgasmic goo as she begged for the orgasms to stop. The device was also very expensive, yet FI, a far from exclusive distributor, sold a couple a month. The manufacturer's male product, basically a specialized milking machine, was effective, but nothing like the Orgazmoretron, and was also very expensive. FI didn't sell nearly as many of those. "I understand your objection, but the inventor has two reasons for this requirement, reasons I understand and agree with after he explained them to me." "Okay, so what are they?" "Well, the first is his goal, similar to yours, to get this sort of thing out to as many folks as possible, to make it as mainstream as possible." "I understand that, although that doesn't really explain how that covers his costs. What else?" "Well, how familiar are you with the home video game console market?" "Not very." "Okay. The competing video game companies sell their consoles at very cheap prices for what is basically a fairly powerful PC in a small, shiny box. They often sell them for less than they cost to produce, especially when they are first released and production costs are higher." "So how do they make any money?" "The games. They sell for fifty or more dollars apiece. I don't know what the game purchasing rate is on average per console, but they have it figured so that over the medium to long term, they make pretty good money." "Ok, so that relates to this how?" "Accessories and add-ons. I don't have any details yet," Jack lied, "but he assures me that there are going to be some must-have add-ons for this thing that will have a great wholesale price and much better markup." "I see. Well, Nick really needs to be here for this. Might I ask why you didn't want to wait for him?" Jack went over to remove another box from the bigger one. "Because I wanted to give you one of these for your own." It took her a second for this to sink in, then she looked at her crotch very briefly before saying, "Th... that's very generous, but I don't have a husband or boyfriend to give it to, so..." Her acting was almost good enough to be convincing if it hadn't been for the glance, and all the other evidence he'd seen... plus Jennifer already knowing, of course. "It's probably not erect enough to see, now, but it definitely was when you were 'biting down' on mine." Jack said with a small smile. The light cinnamon color of her face went surprisingly pale. "I don't know what you..." "Ms. Cooper," Jack interrupted kindly. "As I'm sure you have noticed, Jennifer is very observant, and..." "Jennifer knows?!... I mean..." "It was she that first mentioned it. She noticed a few tell-tail signs during the demo photography sessions." If possible, she went even paler. "Did anyone... else...?" Jack grinned ruefully. "No. Everyone's eyes were on Jennifer except Jennifer's." Jack paused. "Ms. Cooper, as you probably have also noticed, Jennifer is also very intuitive. If what she believes she has observed is correct, then you haven't been very happy in a lot of ways. I don't know how accurate that is," he fibbed again, "but we just want you to know that we respect you as a business associate, and perhaps more importantly, we are coming to think of you as a friend. If there is anything we can do to make your life in any way happier, we would like to help." He indicated her still-boxed simulator, "This isn't meant to be a substitute for anything - unless you want it to be, of course - but just a little something fun." "We also want to assure you that your situation will be an absolute secret with us unless you request otherwise. We will tell no one." Jack stood. "I'll go now, but you have my cell and home numbers. Give us a call if you have any questions about the unit, or want to talk about anything... else. Otherwise, have a wonderful weekend, and I am sure we will have quite a bit to discuss on Monday. Oh, and these other two units are for FI. We can use both for the demo photos if you guys decide to distribute it. Either way, Nick or someone else is welcome to try it. All the instructions and bottles of 'saliva' and 'mouthwash' are in there for each unit." Jack gave her one more searching look, just to make sure it didn't appear like she was going to stroke out on the spot or anything, then collected his things and walked quietly out. Well, the die is cast. He thought to Jennifer as he went to meet her in the parking lot. You did very well, Jack. You didn't need my help at all! She sounded proud and slightly disappointed. Yeah, well, she might. I'd say she's in for a challenging weekend. You can watch over her, make sure she doesn't happen to go off the deep end or anything? Of course. I know you didn't want to do this to her on a Friday, but any other time really wouldn't give her enough opportunity to think and reflect before she had to come back to work and face us again. She really needs the weekend, as rough as it might be for her. Well, you know best. Now let's go home. I think you are going to have to take up where that thing left off. Mmmm, yes master! You know, there's always the drive home, and the autopilot... -------- Jack woke first Saturday morning, and decided to wake Jennifer in a quite mundane fashion; to attack her clit with lips and tongue. But as his face descended toward her perfect pussy, he paused and rubbed his chin. Scruffy. He pondered for a moment. He thought at Jennifer, Secret Wish: I wish that, until I say otherwise, my face will stay perfectly shaven so that I may dine on you at any time of the day or night without causing you any discomfort from my whiskers. Tingle. He felt his chin. Perfectly smooth. He checked Jennifer and found her still blissfully asleep. He pumped his fist in silent victory. He dove in. He had no intention at stopping after her flawless form shuddered through its first orgasm, and as his tongue continued to thrash her clitoris, he thought it might be nice to have an invisible secret-wished self-propelled Pussy Pounder join the fun. After her second orgasm, he decided to swap places with the Pounder, and had it turn into an invisible mouth to continue the attack on her clit, while he slid his shaft into her now-gushing tunnel and started thrusting at a pleasant pace. Another quick secret wish assured that their orgasms some time much later would be synchronized. Once Jack pumped his last, slid from her and stood, Jennifer propped herself up on her arms, panting, as her lovely flushed skin and turgid nipples began to return to normal. She blew toward her forehead to try to clear the delightfully disheveled deep red hair hanging in her face. The effort was mostly futile, as the offending strands were stuck to a light sheen of perspiration. Having more luck with one hand, she looked accusingly at Jack. "You are a very naughty Master, Master." Jack grinned back insouciantly. "I love you, too." After a shower and a casual breakfast, they lounged around for the remainder of the morning, watching TV. Jack's cell phone rang a single ring several times over the duration, but the caller ID was always 'no data available.' The third time it happened, he had a thought. "That wouldn't happen to be Ms. Cooper, would it?" Jennifer's eyes unfocused for a second. "Yes, it was. How did you know?" Jack shrugged. "Lucky guess. Or maybe an educated one. Is she ok?" Jennifer concentrated again. "Fair. She's going back and forth between fear that we know and will tell everyone, after which everyone will think she is a freak, and relief that we know, or at least someone knows, and will tell everyone, so she doesn't have to keep hiding. Oh, and throw trying to get up the nerve to try the oral sex simulator in there somewhere." "She hasn't tried it, yet?" "She's started to about twenty times, but then gets distracted by the other stuff. Ah! I think she's about to, though. Want to watch?" Jack contemplated this for a moment. "No," Jennifer looked a little disappointed, and he grinned before continuing, "but you can, you little voyeur. Let me know how it goes. I'm going to check e-mail and my other clients' web sites, which I've been slightly neglecting." "Ok!" Jennifer lay down on the couch, folded her hands over her stomach, and closed her eyes. Having the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, laying on his couch in one of his thin old T-shirts and boxers while she spied on someone else's sexual activity filled his head with so many different erotic thoughts, desires and ideas that he just about blew a fuse. He did the only thing he could; he went to check his e-mail. An hour or so later, Jack got up from the desk and went over to Jennifer. "Um... Hello?" She opened her eyes immediately and smiled up at him. "How's it going?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the couch. "Pretty well, but very slowly. Partly because she's a little concerned about safety, regardless of what you told her, but mostly because she wants to go slow and experience everything to its fullest, now that she has gotten up the nerve to start." "Well, good for her." Jack couldn't resist reaching out to palm a firm, round breast and rub a nipple, whose darker tint was just visible through the worn cotton fabric of the old t-shirt. She bit her lower lip. "Are you trying to distract me from my voyeuristic duty?" Jack grinned, and then sighed. "No, go ahead and watch her. I'm just wanting to do something..." he trailed off, releasing her breast and starting to get up to peruse the porn DVDs. "Why don't you experience a fantasy, Jack? I've been trying to get you to let me do that for you for weeks. Now sounds like the perfect time." "What do you mean? You've granted me lots of fantasies." She shrugged dismissively, doing arousing things to her now semi-hard-nippled breasts under the t-shirt. "Those were little things. I'm talking about experiencing an all-out fantasy." "Like what?" She shrugged again. "You could live out a fantasy from your childhood, or high school, or college, or a previous job. Or perhaps one inspired from a movie or book. Anything, really." She paused. "You really haven't been taking advantage of even a small percentage of my full potential, Master," she added with an outrageous reproachful pout. Jack smirked back. "Genie, if I had taken any more advantage of your powers, I'd be dead from sexual exhaustion by now." She just rolled her eyes and snorted. "So, tell me how this works," he continued. "Ok. It might be best if you first picked an example of a fantasy you would like to experience." "Hmmm. Well, that's part of the reason I haven't asked you to fulfill one, yet, I guess. I've known in the back of my mind from the first day that you could fulfill more elaborate fantasies such as you describe, but the problem is that when one is offered the chance to have any and every one of one's sexual fantasies fulfilled, one can't pick one to start with." He leaned closer to look into her eyes. "Besides, as I have said before, you are the ultimate fantasy." She blushed and gave him her special heart thumping, cock hardening smile. "Thank you, Love," She lifted her head to give a quick yet toe-curling kiss, then continued, "but to paraphrase a saying from my original time, 'even the most delicious dish will become tedious if it is the only one ever eaten.'" Jack frowned at her. "Didn't we discuss this during a previous wish, or more correctly, figure out that a wish to prevent just this thing wasn't necessary." She rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. "Yes, yes, we will never grow tired of each other. Now, will you request a fantasy, already?! I'm missing prime watching-a-hermaphrodite-using-an-oral-sex-machine time, here!" Jack narrowed his eyes. "I think someone is trying to earn another round of punishment." Jennifer's eyes widened while her nipples hardened to full erectness. "Whatever Master wishes," she said, perhaps a bit too demurely. Jack continued to stare at her. She just grinned and shrugged. "Uh, huh. Besides, I thought you had your 'instant replay' to catch you up on things you missed." She grinned impudently, "Oh, I do." He was now torn between the fantasy and the round of Genie punishment. Curiosity over the possibilities of the fantasy finally won out. "Ok, I chose one of my favorite fantasies from high school with a girl named Mary Carson. Now what?" "Well, if you will allow me, I can read the specifics of the fantasy from you. The biggest decision you need to make is which 'you' that you want to experience the fantasy." "Huh?" "Well it could be you exactly as you were in high school at the time the fantasy takes place, or it could be you in high school, but changed or improved; bigger cock, longer endurance, whatever you want. Or, it could be your current self in your high school body, knowing what you know now. Or, well, you get the idea." Jack absorbed this for a moment. "Ok, let's say I want it to be me just like I was then. How would that work?" "You would experience the fantasy as you were then. You would be completely unaware that you were experiencing a fantasy, or of your life after that time, or of me." "So, how would the fantasy end?" "It is usual for you to give me some sort of timeframe or end point for the fantasy to stop." "And if I don't?" "Then I can end the fantasy at a likely stopping point, and if you wish it to continue, you may, as long as you have not reached your time limit." "Time limit? What is my time limit?" "Well, that brings up another one of my limitations, I'm afraid. It was discovered with the earliest 'sex Genies' that, if given unlimited 'fantasy time, ' many masters tended to spend all of their time in the fantasies, ignoring their real lives. As most Masters of sex genies at that time were important, influential people, that became a bit of a problem, as you can imagine. "So, a couple of limitations were put on 'fantasy time.' The first is that you cannot experience more fantasy time than real time. Fantasy time starts accruing once the Genie's vessel is opened. In your case, we have been together almost four weeks, so you have four weeks of 'fantasy time'. Fantasy time is the time that you experience passing in a fantasy. Real time is obviously the actual time that passes in the real world." "You mean I could have a four week fantasy, like a vacation in some tropic paradise surrounded by beautiful, horny women or something?" "No, at least not yet, due to the second limitation. At first, Masters are limited to fairly short fantasies, with that time limit extending as the Master gains more experience in moving from reality to fantasy and back. The better the Master learns to handle reality vs. fantasy, and the more experience he or she has at it, the longer the fantasy limit. And before you ask me; no, there is no set progression, it varies by Master. It's sort of an automatic thing. I have no control over it. Oh! And you have to wait twenty four hours before you can start another fantasy, or continue one. That prevents you from stringing them all together, getting around the time limit." "Golly. So, how long can my first fantasy be?" Her eyes unfocused for a moment. "Mmmm, about a day." "Oh! I figured you were going to say half an hour or something." "For some Masters, that could very well be the starting limit. Apparently you are grounded enough to start out quite a bit higher," she pronounced proudly. "Cool. Um, so what happens to my body while I'm in the fantasy? Is all of me there, or..." "Your physical body stays here. I would recommend laying on the bed or something before you begin." "So, it's like a dream, then?" "Oh, no, it's much more than a dream. To your mind, it's absolutely real, and once you return, the memory will not fade like a dream's does." "Does time pass for my body at the same rate as in the fantasy?" "It doesn't have to. Initially, I can slow the time that passes for your body by as much as half. Actually I'm speeding up the fantasy - remember, I can't affect real time - but when in the fantasy, time will feel like it is passing normally. An hour in fantasy time would feel like an hour, and count as an hour of fantasy time, although only half an hour would pass for your body. Again, as you become more experienced with fantasies, this difference will become greater, so that you can experience longer and longer fantasies without losing too much real time." "Wow. That's pretty complicated." He thought for another moment, and then shrugged. "So, should we both just move to the bed?" "That's a good idea, Jack." Once they were both situated comfortably, Jack asked. "What would you normally do while I'm having a fantasy?" "Anything you wish. I could wait here, I could be part of the fantasy, whatever you want." "And all the protection stuff is still working?" "Yes." "Ok, well, can you still watch Ms. Cooper and also do all the fantasy stuff?" "Of course." She looked slightly miffed that he even need ask. "Cool." He gathered his thoughts. "I would like to be pretty much as I was then, except..." Genie Chronicles Ch. 17 An eighteen-year-old-High-School-Senior-Jack rang Mary Carson's doorbell with a slightly shaky finger. He couldn't believe he was actually here, and was very, very nervous. Out of the blue she had turned to him in Geometry class the day before, just after they received their latest quiz scores, and said, "Jack, I don't know how you aced this thing! I just can't seem to get the hang of these proofs. Is there any chance you might help me understand these? I've got to get them down before finals." "Uh, sure!" he had stuttered, not believing he might get the chance to spend some time with Mary, even if it was only to study. "Great! I know tomorrow's Saturday, but are you busy? Do you mind? Saturdays are the only free time I have for the next couple of weeks." "Sure!" he said again. "Okay. Here's my address," she jotted it on a page torn from her notebook. He didn't tell her that he didn't need it, that he knew where she lived. Most everybody did. Handing it to him, she asked, "Eleven o'clock ok?" He nodded mutely, then she delivered the knockout punch just before the bell rang and she flew out of the room, "Oh, and bring a bathing suit. We'll splash around the pool when we get done." And so here he was, Geometry book, notebook, and bathing suit in the backpack on his shoulder, waiting nervously as light footsteps approached the door. It opened, and Mary greeted him, her warm, friendly smile in place. "Hey Jack! Thanks for coming! Come on in." She led him through the house, and he couldn't help but admire the view before him; tight round butt undulating under a pair of tight short-shorts; long, lightly tanned, athletic legs that only a teenager could have, extending down to feet clad in ankle socks and tennis shoes; long hair, currently in a pony tail, its shiny, dark golden blond/light satiny brown color as difficult to pin down and describe as she was. Mary was one of the prettiest girls in school, and quite popular, yet didn't participate in any of the activities those attributes might suggest; she didn't cheerlead, or enter any of the various pageantry. She was fit and athletic, yet didn't participate in any of the school's organized sports. She was intelligent, made good grades, and the school activities she did participate in were the slightly nerdier ones; French club, year book staff, etc. Beyond that, she was always friendly towards everyone, and gave her warm smile to even the geekiest kid in school. She often hung out with the popular crowd, but would never date anyone seriously, which only served to stoke the crush Jack and pretty much every other boy in school had on her. All of this made it even harder to believe that he was following the tall hardbody through her house on a Saturday morning. She led him to a bright sunroom with the pool visible just outside its windows. There was a table with a couple of chairs in one corner. Covered with books and papers, it looked to be where Mary did much of her schoolwork. "Will this be ok?" she asked, pointing at the table. "Oh, yeah, great." Jack answered. "Would you like a glass of lemonade before we start?" "Yeah, that would be great." Jack said, feeling a little foolish for his repetitive vocabulary so far. Mary just smiled, though, and bounced off in the direction of what he assumed was the kitchen. Jack removed his books from his backpack while he waited for her return. She came back a few moments later carrying two large glasses. She set them on the table, sat down, and they got to work. She sat close by him, and her beauty and charm were incredible distractions, although no more so than her clean, flowery scent. The only thing that saved Jack from being a complete basket case with constant boner was the fact that he had been subjected to the same stimuli during every third period of every school day of the year as she sat innocently beside him in the next row, and he had learned to function around them. That is, unless she was wearing a certain skin tight, pink furry short-sleeve sweater. She wore it once every other week or so, and it drove him nuts. He had spent several erection-filled study hall periods analyzing why this was. He finally decided that it was for two reasons. The first was that, if it was as soft on the inside as it was on the outside, then it must feel incredible to wear, especially on her boobs, which appeared to be unfettered by a bra when she wore it (although it was impossible to tell for sure through the fur). The second reason on was that, while the idea of feeling her up over any sweater (or anything else, for that matter) was exciting, doing so over something as soft and furry as that pink sweater was especially so. But then his theory suffered a setback. He saw an identical sweater hanging in a store one day, and after looking around to make sure no one was watching, couldn't resist feeling the garment both outside and in. He was surprised to discover that the inside was not soft at all, but rather scratchy. How could she wear something that felt like that, especially over her bare nipples, assuming she really was braless? The idea that she would actually enjoy wearing something like that seemed a bit kinky, but no less cock-firming than the soft-inside theory. Luckily - or not - she wasn't wearing that sweater today, so they made decent progress, although her closer proximity and undivided attention still made for quite a challenge. After about an hour and a half of good progress, she held up her hands. "Enough! I think I've got all of this so far, but if we go any further, it'll just leak out my ears. How about a sandwich, then we can hit the pool!" "Uh, okay." Jack said nervously. "Bologna?" "Yeah, that sounds great." "Be right back!" She got up and bounced back toward the kitchen. "Can I help?" he called after her. A cheerful "Nope!" came floating back. She reappeared balancing two paper plates containing sandwiches and chips, and containers of mayo and mustard. "I wasn't sure what you wanted on yours, so I brought the bottles." "Thanks." Jack said. He slathered some mayo on his sandwich as she did the same with the mustard. They exchanged knives and bottles and repeated the process. The next several moments were silent except for munching, crunching, and slurping. When they both were left with only crumbs, Mary said. "Just leave your plate here. I'll get it later. Did you bring your suit?" Jack nodded mutely. "Great! Come on!" She jumped up and led him out to the pool. She pointed to a small open-front pool house. "You can change in the bathroom in there and grab one of the towels. I'll be right back." And she was gone back into the house. Jack opened the door of the pool house bathroom and went inside. It was nice but basic, with a shelf holding lots of fluffy beach towels. He locked the door, shucked off his shorts and donned his swim trunks. Grabbing a towel he headed back out to the pool. Mary wasn't back yet, so he sat in a chair under an umbrella to wait. He heard the sliding door open a moment later, and turned. His mouth dropped open. Mary was wearing a skimpy red bikini that left little of her athletic, curvaceous body to the imagination. She saw his expression and laughed. "I guess I don't need to ask what you think of my new bathing suit." Jack turned a bright crimson as he stammered, "I... uh... I'm sorry..." She frowned, "For what?" Jack was now looking everywhere but at her, 'Uh, you know... for staring..." She looked at him like he was crazy. "Why? If I didn't want guys to stare, I wouldn't wear this thing. Stare all you like." Jack blinked a couple times at this. Had he heard right? Had she just given him permission to goggle at her nearly nude body all he wanted? Meanwhile, Mary was spreading her towel on the deck by the pool. That done, she sat down on it and retrieved a bottle of suntan lotion from the bag she had also brought out. Watching her rub the lotion on every square inch of exposed skin she could reach, leaving it glistening with an oily sheen, had him quickly erect. He crossed his legs in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner. He thought a little distracting conversation was in order. "Um," his voice cracked only slightly, "so, your parents are at work?" "Yeah, they both work on Saturdays. They'll be home around six or so. Aren't you going to join me?" She grinned at him. "That pale skin needs some sun." "Uh..." he was embarrassed at the thought of displaying the rest of his slightly pudgy body to this wonderful girl, but to not do so, sitting there in the shade with his shirt on, would be way too dorky, "sure." He removed his shoes and socks, then stood, built up his nerve for a moment, and removed his shirt. Mary at this point was lying with her eyes closed, so he spread his towel out fairly close and lay down stiffly, all the while trying to maneuver so his still semi-hard cock wasn't noticeable. Something bumped his arm. He looked over to see Mary holding the suntan lotion out toward him. "Better put some of this on, or you'll be a lobster by the time you go home." Jack sat back up on his towel and took the bottle. He squirted some on his hand and started applying it everywhere he could reach. When he was finished he tried to hand the bottle back to Mary, only to find her looking at him critically. "What?" "You missed a couple of spots." She took the bottle, applied a bit of lotion to her fingertips, and rubbed it on his nose and ears. Although these weren't very sensitive areas, the combination of her gentle touch and the fact that this was the first touch from any female other than his mother and the occasional whack from a sister quickly had him firming again. He dared not look down and give himself away. He just hoped his seated position hid the bulge. Apparently it did, as she didn't seem to notice anything. "Uh, thanks," he said, a little unsteadily She smiled and said, "You're welcome!" before lying back down and closing her eyes again. Jack took the opportunity to admire her oiled figure for a few moments, but then realized this was sending his boner in the opposite direction from where he wanted, so he looked away and tried to think about geometry until his bulge was no longer noticeable. He lay down, closed his eyes, and continued desperately to try to ignore the thought of an incredibly hot girl laying a couple of feet away. He was marginally successful, although it felt like hours until Mary said, "Time to flip over!" He looked over to find her suiting action to words. Once she was on her stomach, he was tantalized by the site of her reaching around to untie her bra straps to let them fall by her sides, revealing the barest hint of the rounded outside of her breasts. He flipped quickly before this latest assault on his hypersensitive libido once again hardened his shaft, but then she said, "Will you put some lotion on my back, please?" while holding the bottle out to him again. "Um... sure." He stalled for a moment, and then got up awkwardly, trying again to hide the bulge in his shorts. Luckily she was relaxed with her eyes closed once more. He sat on his knees close beside her and opened the bottle with shaking hands. He squirted some lotion into one hand, looked apprehensively at her back for a moment, and then tentatively touched it with his lotion-filled palm. She twitched and giggled. "That's cold!" She relaxed once more, and he began rubbing the lotion in. Becoming slightly more confident, and much more erect, he applied lotion to her whole back, drawing out the procedure as long as he thought he safely could. Finally, figuring he had pushed his luck far enough, he made sure he hadn't missed any spots, then lay back down on his stomach to hide his hard-on. She sighed as if she had enjoyed the rub. "Thanks. Now I need to do you." She made as if to push herself up, then her eyes got wide and her mouth made a big "O" as she realized what she had almost done. She gave him a naughty grin. "Close your eyes, please." He did, although he was sorely tempted to peek. Why hadn't she told him to turn his head? Didn't she know he was a hormonal teenager, and that the temptation could be overwhelming? He sensed her sit beside his thigh, then felt her return the favor of the cold lotion. He, too, twitched, and she giggled. That was good, as it covered the sound of his almost stifled groan as she began to rub in the lotion. She took as long as he had, and it did indeed feel wonderful. All too soon, though, she said, "Done!" He said "Thanks," as he felt and heard her move back to her towel. They lay there broiling for another short eternity. Jack's hardness was hidden, pressed into the warm concrete through the towel, which allowed him to fantasize about the beauty lying beside him more freely. This helped the time pass faster, but not much. Finally she stirred, and said, "I'm frying. I think I'll hop in the pool." She quickly retied her top, stood gracefully, walked daintily to the edge... and did a cannonball, drenching his lower legs and the towel beneath them. "Hey!" She surfaced giggling. "Sorry," she said, grinning as she smoothed her now medium-brown wet hair to her head, "I couldn't resist." Jack turned to sit cross-legged on his towel facing her, again hoping that she wouldn't notice his bulge. Mary had moved to the side of the pool, and was resting her chin on her crossed arms, which lay on the lip of the pool. "Jack, can I ask you a personal question." Uh, oh. "Uh, sure." "Have you ever fantasized about me?" Jack thought he had been expecting the worst, but that was nothing compared to this. He stared her in shock, but then a realization struck, and he suddenly felt angry, offended, and hurt. He rose to find his shirt, not caring anymore if she saw his now rapidly dwindling erection. "I think I should go, now." "I'm sorry, Jack! I didn't mean to offend you, I just..." "Yeah, well, I don't think I want to give you and your friends something to laugh over in the lunch room whenever you see me walk by." It was her turn to look hurt, "Jack, I would never do something like that. I thought you knew me better than that." "I really don't know you that well, Mary, although I would have hoped you wouldn't. But most of the people you hang out with sure would." She looked at him for a long moment, and then sighed. "You're probably right. But please believe me, I would never do something like that. I've just noticed you look at me a lot, and, um, seem to have a bulge quite often, and I was curious. I'm sorry, I really didn't want to upset you. Please don't go. We can talk about something else." Jack looked down at her as indecision warred. What the hell else could you talk about after that had been breached? Still, he didn't really want to leave. He finally shrugged and sat back down on the towel. She smiled, and then floated away from the edge on her back, her pretty face and round, pert breasts the only things breaking the surface. A little streak of perverseness, egged on no doubt by his libido, surprised him by voicing the words, "The answer to your question is 'yes'," through his lips. "What?" she said, standing up. Now why the hell had he said that? Too late now, though. He cleared his throat. "The answer to your question is 'yes'." "Really?" she moved back to the edge. "Like, um, how? In what way?" There was no way the little bit of perverseness was going to overcome his self-consciousness that much, no matter how his libido tried to help. He shrugged. She looked at him for a moment. "I've already said I would never tell anyone about anything you said, but I'll promise, cross my heart, hope to die, okay?" He shrugged and nodded. Still no way, though. "What if I told you a secret first? One that you in turn would have to promise not to tell?" He shrugged. "Promise? Cross your heart and hope to die?" He nodded. "I'm masturbating right now." He looked at her in shock again. She was once more resting her head on her crossed arms, lying across the edge of the pool. She grinned at his surprised and confused expression. "There's a water jet down here on the wall. It circulates the water back into the pool after it goes through the filter. It's really strong, and at just the right depth to hit my clitoris when I relax like this on the edgel. I discovered it not long after the pool was put in. I can't count the number of orgasms I've had from this thing. I've learned to hide when I'm cumming so no one knows what I'm doing. I've had a bunch of orgasms with people laying out and walking around and stuff." She laughed. "One time my mom cornered me while I was playing. She had been trying to talk to me about boys and safe sex, and I had been avoiding her. She told me 'don't move a muscle, ' so I didn't. She gave me this long lecture, during which I had three consecutive orgasms. It was really ironic." She laughed again. "I see you like my secret." Jack had been so engrossed in her confession that he had completely forgotten to hide his raging hard on. He looked down quickly, and then put his hands in his lap while turning scarlet. She laughed again, but it wasn't mocking. "Too late now! And there's no reason to hide it, I'm not offended. You've already told me you've fantasized about me, remember? Now I want the details. Spill it!" He had been avoiding her gaze, but looked at her now, sheepishly, to find her grinning good naturedly and encouragingly back. Where to start? What to tell? He finally picked something easy that he had been thinking about earlier. "Well, I really like your pink furry sweater..." "Yeah?" she said encouragingly, still grinning. "Um, and I've always wondered what it would be like to, um, feel your breasts through it and stuff." "Oh, yeah? And what 'stuff'." "Well, I've always wondered if you wear a bra under it." She giggled, "Sometimes. Not always. I guess you've noticed it's so furry that it's hard to tell, so I can get away with it." Getting into the spirit of things a little more, Jack said, "Well, I figured that if you weren't wearing a bra, that fur sure must feel nice on your breasts. But then I saw a sweater just like it in a store." "Oh, really? And what did you find out?" she asked, looking at him with an unreadable expression. "Well, the inside of the sweater I saw was kind of scratchy." She looked at him for another moment, and then grinned again as she turned slightly red, herself. "You got me. It is itchy, but it drives my nipples absolutely nuts. It drives me crazy all day. I usually come home and spend quite a while where I am right now on days that I wear it. I've been thinking about cutting two little holes in the front of a thin tank top and wearing it under my sweater to relieve some of the itchiness without covering my nipples, but my mom would be sure to find it, and the jig would be up." She paused, "Ok, that's two confessions for me to one for you, and yours brought on my second one. Come on, get to the good stuff!" The utter surrealism of the situation suddenly struck him like a dash of cold water. Here he was, a slightly pudgy somewhat-geek, talking to one of the prettiest girls in school about his fantasies involving her while she masturbated on a water jet in the pool. This sort of thing just didn't happen! Yet there she was, in that same spot, grinning at him expectantly. A welcome stalling question occurred to him, although even it was tough to ask. "Um, have you, uh, orgasmed yet?" "Nope. I've backed off a bit. Now quit stalling!" He shrugged. "Well, other than the sweater thing, there isn't really a lot to tell, other than the obvious stuff. You know kissing, making out, stuff like that." "Oh, no! You aren't getting out that easy. I want details." He shrugged again uncomfortably. "There aren't really any details I can tell..." he trailed off, turning red again. Genie Chronicles Ch. 17 "Oh," she said in understanding sympathy. "I take it you don't have much experience with girls." He shook his head. "Have you ever done anything with a girl, even kissed one?" He thought to bluff, but then shook his head again, not looking at her. She was silent for a moment, and he had just looked up to see what expression was on her face when she said. "Would you like to?" He looked at her in shock. Had she really just asked that question? To which part was she referring? "You mean, in general...?" She rolled her eyes. "No, dummy, with me." "But... but..." his mind was threatening to shut down, "why would you... I mean, you're the prettiest girl in school... and I'm, I'm..." "Cute," she finished for him, "and inexperienced. I've always wanted to corrupt an inexperienced boy. Do I take that as a yes?" He just stared at her. Finally, she rolled her eyes again. "Stand up!" she commanded. He stood. "Take off your shirt." He took it off. "Jump in the pool." He jumped, and gasped. As it was only late spring, the water was still quite chilly. As he was still under water, when he surfaced he was coughing and sputtering. "Oh, yeah, the water is still pretty cold." She paddled over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He warmed up immediately. "Ok, here's the deal. As you are obviously healthy and clean, and I've just had a checkup and everything checked out ok, everything should be safe. So, I'm willing to do most anything with you that you would like to try, except anything anal. I might try that some day, but for now, nothing goes in there," she paused, then turned a little pink, "well, with one possible exception, but we can talk about that when the time comes, if it does. If you want to have actual sex, then we'll have to use a condom. I'm also on the pill, but I'm not taking any chances. Did you bring any?" Although this appeared a serious question on her part, the absurdity of it from his point of view, plus the ongoing and increasing impossibility that this was actually happening in the first place, caused him to answer, "Oh, yeah. I figured, what with me being one of the biggest geeks in school, coming over to the house of one of the hottest girls in school to study, I'd need a bunch. There's a gross of 'em in my backpack." She grinned at his sarcasm. "Well, if we run out of those, I have several." Her expression turned more serious. "And I really wish you wouldn't call yourself the biggest geek in school. You shouldn't put yourself down like that. Like I said, I think you're cute, plus a really nice guy, to boot." He just shrugged in embarrassment. She looked at a large clock visible inside the pool house. "Ok, nice cute guy, we've got a little over three hours. What would you like to do first? She pulled gently on the back of his neck to bring her face closer to his. "Kissing is always a good place to start." She murmured. When Jack didn't object - like he would - she pressed her lips to his. After a moment's shocked hesitation, he kissed back. Awkward at first, especially regarding where to put his nose, and eliciting several giggles from Mary as a result, he finally got it fairly right, and they kissed hotly for several long moments while Jack alternated trying to come to grips that this was actually happening, and trying to memorize every second, as this quite possibly might be a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Pulling back slightly, Mary murmured, "That was very nice, Jack, once you got going. You're a quick learner." He grinned sheepishly and shrugged. She released her hold around his neck long enough to drag him a little deeper in the pool. Once she had him at the depth she wanted, she placed her hands on his shoulders for a little support while she wrapped her legs around his hips, then she wrapped her arms around his neck again. She brought her face close once more, giving Jack the opportunity to notice just how deep her grey-green eyes were and how they sparkled when she smiled, and how cute her small round nose was, and how puffy and incredibly kissable her lips... "Let's try it with tongues this time, Jack," she said, interrupting his thoughts and sending a heart-thumping thrill through him as she brought her lips back to his. He felt the tip of her tongue requesting entrance, and he happily, if a little dazedly, parted his lips to let it in. Meanwhile, with her wrapped around him as she was, he was unsure what to do with his hands, so they wound up placed awkwardly on her waist. She broke the kiss long enough to say, "Put you hands on my butt, Jack. Caressing and squeezing lightly are nice, but most girls won't want you to knead their ass like it's dough at this point." Then she reattached her lips to his and sucked his tongue into her mouth. He hesitatingly moved his hands back and down to her firm, round, bikini-covered cheeks. Timidly at first, he began caressing and lightly squeezing the taunt flesh as she had instructed. As he became more confident and relaxed with his touch, he was rewarded by an approving moan around their tongues. Meanwhile, his cock had become so stiff that it was bumping her in the crotch on occasion. She seemed to mind not at all, and the thought that only a couple of thin layers of cloth prevented them from fucking right then almost sent Jack over the edge. As their tongues continued to dance and wrestle, Jack worked and worked and finally got up the nerve to slip his hands beneath the fabric of her suit and onto the bare skin of her butt. She started slightly, making him think he had gone too far, but she pulled away only long enough to give a throaty chuckle and say, "Mmmm, taking some initiative. Very good, Jack," before reattaching her mouth to his. As their kissing became more passionate, she tightened her arms around his neck, and he brought one arm up to hold her to him while the other hand squeezed a cheek more firmly. Some time later their tongues and lips parted. Panting slightly, Mary said, "Wow, a very faster learner, indeed. Are you sure you haven't ever kissed a girl before?" Jack shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. "Mmmm. Take me a little shallower?" Jack walked toward the shallow end of the pool, and Mary got heavier around his neck and hips as their bodies rose from the water, not that he minded in the least, as she also slid down to press more firmly on his cock. "Someone sure is happy! I've always wanted to have sex like this. Maybe we can later." Again Jack was struck dumb with disbelief, this time from Mary talking so nonchalantly about having sex with him, much less about doing so standing in the pool! When they got to where the water was around Jack's waist, she slid off to stand in front of him. Her wet bikini top clung to her high round breasts, hard nipples poking out proudly. "So, you've fantasized about feeling me up, eh?" Jack could only nod, staring at her chest. "Well, now's you chance. Help yourself. Or is your fantasy usually doing it from the back?" Jack shrugged. "From the back, I guess." She grinned. "I like from the back." She took his hand and led him to the broad steps leading down into the pool at the shallow end. Seating him on the middle step, she turned and sat in his lap and leaned back into him, lifted her arms to lace her fingers behind his neck, and said lazily, "My tits are your tits." Riding the surreal wave, Jack nervously lifted what would normally be sweaty palms toward her dripping mounds, and after pausing for a second, cupped the globes gently. Mary closed her eyes and smiled. He squeezed very lightly, and hefted their tantalizing weight. He released them and rubbed his hands over them lightly, then ran a finger around each rigid nipple. Mary gasped softly. "You must be reading too many sex books, Jack. Most guys grab and squeeze like they are trying to milk you... not that there is anything wrong with that at the right time, but this isn't it." After several more long moments of allowing him to play and explore, then several more adding some gentle suggestions on what to do to make a girl even more aroused, she released her hold on his neck and pulled away from him. Turning, her hands went behind her back. "I assume you have fantasized about more than just fondling them through my bra?" Jack nodded again. Without further preamble, Mary untied the strings of her bra, removed it, and casually tossed it on the edge of the pool. Jack stared at two incredible breasts; high and round and firm, whiter than her surrounding skin due to her bathing suit, and capped with two turgid pink nipples, pointing up and surrounded by quarter-sized areolas that begged to be suckled. She moved closer to him, grasped his hands, and placed them on her breasts. Jack repeated his fondling, marveling at the softness and firmness of her flesh. After a few moments of this, Mary again guided him deeper in the pool, this time until the water was up nearly to his neck. She then jumped up to wrap her legs tightly higher around his torso, bringing her breasts to mouth level. She grinned naughtily at him. No initial instructions were necessary, as he happily if still disbelievingly brought lips to nipple. She had been right about his reading. He figured that if he ever did get the chance to make out with a girl, he wanted to be ready. Apparently some of what he had read had been worthwhile, as she moaned and cooed several times with what sounded like genuine pleasure before complementing him on his technique, then giving him pointers on how to hone it even more. He had to admit, the moans were more frequent and louder as he tried to put her instructions into practice. He would have happily continued this until time to go home, but Mary eventually stopped him. "I'm being greedy, Jack. It's your turn to have some fun." He was about to protest that this was fun, but then what she said registered, and he kept his mouth shut. She got out of the pool and walked over to the pool house, her hips swaying provocatively as she grinned at him over her shoulder. She retrieved a bottle, then came back to the pool and jumped in, splashing him again. Placing the bottle on the side of the pool, she moved over to him. He couldn't tell quite what she was doing until he felt a hand grasp his cock lightly through his suit. He gasped loudly. She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at him. "First girl to touch your cock through your clothing is that exciting, is it?" she teased. She obviously knew the answer. "Well, how's this for exciting? I plan to stroke it until you fountain, suck it until you shoot down my throat, then fuck it until you fill a condom to bursting." Jack gasped in shock again at her words, and at the fact that she would say them both so brazenly and matter-of-factly. Luckily she had released him before she spoke, or her touch, no matter how light, combined with her statement would have sent him off immediately. She surprised him again by taking a big breath and disappearing under the water. He felt fingers at the tie of his suit, then the waist band loosening and his suit being shucked down his legs. He had to force himself not to cover his privates with his hands. He felt something flick against his cock-head a couple of times, then her head burst from the water suspiciously soon after. Had she just...? "Nice unit you got there, mister! Now, go sit at the corner of the pool," she pointed to one of the shallow end corners. He stalled for a moment, embarrassed to be showing his privates to a girl. She giggled, "I've already seen everything, you know. No need to be embarrassed now." Egged on by this comment he stepped quickly out of the water and sat where she indicated. She had him reposition himself so that he was sitting on the very edge of the corner, each leg stretched along one side of the pool, his balls dangling over the water. He was really apprehensive about being so exposed, but the lustful look Mary was giving his cock and balls distracted him. She approached slowly with a naughty look in her eyes, then reached out one hand and began lightly scratching his balls with her fingernails. Jack twitched and groaned. The pleasurable feeling from that particular location was new and unexpected. Although not that intense, when it was combined with the fact that this, his first touch by a girl, wasn't some awkward groping in the back seat of some car, but rather casual yet talented stimulation by this beautiful, sexual girl, it had him very, very close to that fountain she promised. Evidently sensing this somehow, she stopped and asked, "Jack, do you trust me?" He nodded dumbly. She quickly reached up to wrap both hands around his six inches and squeezed very hard. It didn't really hurt, but it was quite a shock. She held the squeeze for a few seconds, then released him. He frowned at her for a second before realizing that he was much further from the brink than he had been. Her hand went back to his balls. A few seconds later they found the smooth spot underneath, and he really began squirming. She grinned in triumph, and concentrated on making Jack squirm as much as possible, until, disappointingly, the sensations began to fade. Sighing as if she was expecting this, she moved her hand back to wander around his balls while she lifted the other to lightly stroke his cock. He twitched again in surprised shock at this first skin-to-cock contact. She grinned as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and continued stroking. A few seconds later, as Jack was about to warn her that his explosion was approaching, she squeezed him again. This pattern repeated a couple more times, with her seeming to somehow know how to push him just to the edge before squeezing him back. She released him long enough to retrieve her bottle. She returned, gave him an extra-firm squeeze, then opened the bottle and squirted some of its clear contents into her palm. She looked up at him. "Ready, Jack?" Ready? Ready for what? He nodded. She brought her palm to his shaft, applied what he discovered to be a light oil on him, and started stroking. He understood then. The oil magnified her already exquisite touch to incredible new heights, and he knew that there was no coming back from this. She was asking him if he was ready to explode. Only a few strokes later he did, and his whole body shuddered uncontrollably through the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He did indeed fountain everywhere; in the pool, on himself, on Mary. She just laughed and said, "That's what the chlorine is for!" She continued to stroke his oily rod slowly, trying to milk out every drop. His body twitched strongly every time her hand ran over his now ultra-sensitive cock head. She finally released him, and then motioned for him to slip back in the pool. He flopped in bonelessly, and she laughed again. "Not bad for your first hand job, eh?" she grinned naughtily. Jack could only mutely agree. She let him recover for a moment, then said. "When you're ready, you can return the favor. You've got me all hot and bothered." With the libido of a teenager, fueled even more by what was going on, that was all that Jack needed to be ready, even if his cock wasn't hard again quite yet. Mary took his place with legs spread wide over the corner of the pool after first letting him remove her bikini bottoms, giving him his first up close and personal look at both a girl's ass and pussy. And, oh, what an ass and pussy they were. He was especially surprised and aroused to see that she was completely hairless. That was all it took to get him firming again. Once seated and spread wide, Mary sensed Jack's lack of confidence with the lay of the land, so she guided him. "Feel that bump? That's my clit. Like most everything else, gentle at first is good, a little firmer later is great. Try gentle circles." She moaned. "Yeah, just like that. You can switch to different patterns occasionally. It keeps the girl guessing." He continued to rub her clit to her occasional gentle direction. "Ok, Jack," she said, apparently with a little difficulty, "ummmmmm, take your other forefinger and gently feel around a couple inches below my clit... oop!" she giggled, "Not that far down! Up a little... there! Feel that indentation? That's my vagina. Push gently... mmunh... go ahead, push it in all the way. Now pull it almost all the way out slowly. Now back in." she paused then whispered. "Fuck me with your finger, Jack." Jack was now rock hard once more, and his cock twitched at her dirty talk. She continued, "Don't forget your other hand, Jack. I know it's like rubbing your tummy and patting your head, but if you can get it right, you'll make the girls very hapEEEE," Jack was getting it right, and her body shuddered in orgasm several minutes later. Jack's almost did too, simply from the knowledge that he had just caused that reaction from her beautiful body. It was her turn to float lazily around the pool for a few moments, but that didn't prevent her from reaching down and grasping his erection when she floated close. "I see he's ready for more. Are you?" Jack swallowed and nodded. "Ok, resume the position." This time Jack didn't hesitate to expose himself over the corner of the pool. Mary grinned at his eagerness. She floated slowly closer, but then she veered to the side to start kissing up one of his inner thighs. Reaching his balls, she teased them with her tongue for a moment, causing Jack to twitch and moan once more, before grasping his shaft around its base and licking it like a popsicle. His surreal disbelief returned as he contemplated the fact that Mary was actually going to blow him. It was just too much to believe... as she licked him several more times. She rose up higher out of the pool to take him into her mouth. Having recently orgasmed, his fuse was much longer, but burned quite fast, flamed by the sight of her lovely face hovering over and taking in his cock. She performed her squeeze technique again when blast off approached, this time licking his balls as she squeezed. On one occasion she sucked one ball then the other onto her mouth to tongue them, and if she hadn't had his shaft in a vise grip, he would have exploded just from the sight and feeling. After several rounds of sucking his cock, and squeezing while licking his balls, she again asked him if he were ready. He hesitated for a second before nodding. She said, "It's considered courteous to warn a girl before you are about to cum in her mouth." She grinned, "In this case, though, I pretty much know, so don't worry about it." As he tried to consider the implications of this statement, she took him in and began bobbing her head while sucking and tonguing aggressively, one hand holding the base of his cock steady while the other fondled his balls. He could endure only a couple seconds of this before cumming. She swallowed every drop, gave a couple of extra bobs for good measure, then released him. He collapsed back into the pool to her satisfied chuckles. A few moments later they switched places again, and she gently and cheerfully guided him to a reciprocal oral climax, his finger again pumping into her for good measure. They both floated around for awhile after than, fondling and caressing playfully on occasion. Finally Mary said. "Want to go for the gold, Jack?" He was finally comfortable enough with the situation to smile a bit bashfully and say, "That's a stupid question." She laughed in mock astonishment, and then said, "Very well. Come on, big stud." She led him out of the pool and over to the pool house, grabbing her bottle of oil along the way. She indicated a futon sofa with an indoor/outdoor cushion, then with one deft motion, flipped it into a bed. "We call this a 'flip and fuck'," she said with a smile as she spread a towel over it. She fiddled around in a drawer and brought out a foil packet. She fondled his shaft for a moment to get him good and hard, then opened the packet, extracted a condom, and rolled it onto his shaft as he stood mutely; apprehensive, excited, and disbelieving about what was to come. Genie Chronicles Ch. 17 She lay on the bed, spread her legs, and motioned for him to join her. He crawled onto the bed beside her, and she handed him the bottle. "Lube me up. Remember, a lubed girl is a happy girl. This oil is great for that, and it won't hurt the condom. Normally I don't need anything, but the pool has washed everything away." He squirted some oil on his palm and applied it to her pussy. He used a little more than needed, spread it over a much wider area than necessary, and rubbed for quite a while, dipping a finger in frequently to make sure the lube got where it needed to be... Mary's moans and murmurs said she had no problem with this particular technique. Finally Jack decided it was now or never. He moved awkwardly to position himself between her wide-spread legs. She smiled and gently guided him to position his cock at her entrance. Her expression turned a bit more serious. "Jack, I want you to know before we begin that, while I really love to fuck, I never cum from it. So, especially as this is your first time, you just go like you want to go. Don't worry about me, okay?" Jack felt guilty at this idea, and apparently it showed on his face. She said, "Don't worry, I don't mind. Fuck me, dammit!" So, he slowly pushed in as her gentle hand guided him. Her tunnel was incredibly warm and tight, and felt better than anything he could imagine, even through the condom. He stopped when he was completely inserted, and was shocked to feel her rhythmically squeezing him as she grinned wickedly. He slowly pulled out, but went too far and slipped free. She said "That's ok, no problem!" and helped guide him back in. He wanted to savor the experience, and succeeded in limiting his first few thrusts to a slow leisurely pace, but all too soon instinct took over and he accelerated to a strong rhythm. She squeezed him on each outstroke, and that plus her hips rising to match his rhythm thrust for thrust soon had him cumming strongly. He made a few more thrusts before slowly collapsed onto her. She rolled slightly so that he lay partially on the bed, and partially on her, his cock still buried within her. She squeezed him once or twice, and he smiled. They stayed entwined and chatted for awhile, neither feeling like moving. She continued to give him occasionally squeezes, and both were surprised when he didn't fully deflate. "Wanting to go again, are you, big stud?" she teased. He just shrugged self-consciously. Their chatting turned to fooling around, and soon he was fully hard within her again. She looked at the clock. "We've got half an hour. What will it be? A different position?" Jack thought for a moment, then grinned his own naughty grin, causing her to raise her eyebrows. He said, "I've got a better idea," and pulled out of her, causing a disappointed whine, then held out his hand to help her up. He led her back to the pool, and she grinned her own knowing grin. "I did say I wanted to try this, didn't I?" Jack didn't say anything, just led her into the pool. When she moved to mount him, he shook his head and grinned. He turned her around, placed her hands on the edge of the pool, and positioned her to enter her from behind. "Oooo, getting kinky already are we?" she teased. After a little maneuvering, he slid his cock into her still-oiled tunnel. She moaned. Once fully inserted, he pulled her free from the wall and held her supple form against him, one hand on a breast, the other on her clit. "Ah, you naughty boy. I see what you are doing. I just might cum this way." Jack wasn't through, though. He slowly maneuvered them a little deeper into the pool and towards one wall, all the while pinching a nipple and fingering her clit. Her eyes closed, she didn't realize Jack's plan until he removed both hands, maneuvered them under her arms to grasp the side of the pool for leverage, and then thrust his hips to bring her clit in line with the water jet. He held her there, perfectly still, letting the water do the work, as she murmured "you evil bastard" over and over, interspersed with lots of moans. Her body shuddered several moments later, and Jack enjoyed the muscular spasms squeezing his cock. It wasn't nearly enough to make him cum, though, so he didn't move, except to put a little more weight on his knees against the wall, bringing her clit closer to the jet, and allowing him to free up one hand. He used his free hand to caress, then pinch her nipples. A few moments of this was enough to send her to her second orgasm. Lowering his hand to her clit, he discovered that the jet's stream was partially deflected by her hood. He gently pulled it up, and she gasped as the full force of the water hit it. Jack whispered in her ear. "You know, there's no one here but me. You don't need to stifle your orgasm." The whispering plus the direct jet on her clit sent her over again, this time accompanied by loud, lusty moans. Jack wanted to go for four, to break her record, but it wasn't to be. She pushed them away from the wall, saying, "I can't take that any more. My clit's going to be sore for days!" Then she realized there was still a rock-hard shaft impaling her. "I can still fuck, though." She directed him a little shallower, hoped off long enough to turn around, then impaled herself on him again. They experimented with different spots in the pool, seeking just the right depth where Jack could grab her by her ass cheeks and lift her easily, yet leaving her enough weight to sink back down again. They found it, and had a lot of fun playing, but just couldn't get up a good rhythm. Going with plan B, they moved to the side of the pool. Mary turned on her stomach and again grasped the side of the pool, leaving her body floating free. Again experimenting with the right depth, they found the spot where Jack could enter her and thrust by holding her hips. This was more effective, and Jack was able to achieve a satisfying, pool frothing orgasm several long moments later. As it was nearing six o'clock, they hurriedly exited the pool, dried off, and changed clothes. They decided it would be best for Jack to leave before her parents got there, as it might look a little suspicious for him to still be around when they arrived, so long after their eleven o'clock study time. As they neared the front door, Mary gave him a passionate kiss. "You know, we only got through part of those proofs. I'm afraid I'm going to need some more tutoring. Can you come back next Saturday?" she asked suggestively. Jack appeared to ponder this seriously for a moment. "I'm not sure. I'll have to check my calendar, but I can probably work you in." Her eyes widened and she laughed in mock outrage. "Work me in?!" She slapped his ass on his way through the door. "Just for that, I'm wearing my pink sweater on Monday. And don't be surprised when I lay a couple of nipple-sized circles of t-shirt on your desk. We'll see how fast you 'work me in' to your schedule then!" -------- Jack opened his eyes, disoriented. Where was this? He looked over to discover a breathtakingly beautiful, very casually yet very erotically clad redhead lying next to him, smiling a smile that made his heart thud in his chest and his cock immediately harden. As hot as Mary is, this definitely isn't her, he thought. Then memory returned and his orientation shifted. He raised his eyebrows. "Wow. We'll definitely be having some fun with that ability." Genie Chronicles Ch. 18 Jack and Jennifer arrived at FI on Monday morning a bit apprehensively. Jennifer had monitored Ms. Cooper over the rest of the weekend, and reported that once she had gotten up the nerve to try the oral sex simulator, she made a good attempt at wearing it out. As far as the discovery of her secret went, Jennifer reported that after agonizing over it for much of Saturday, by Sunday she had calmed to almost a gallows resignation regarding Jack and Jennifer's knowledge. She was ok, otherwise, and they decided to let her be until work on Monday. And then they decided to let her be at work on Monday. They would treat her in exactly the same friendly fashion as they had through Friday, to help indicate and reinforce that they thought just as much of her after 'discovering' her secret as before. Thus, they made their way to their office/closet, dropped off Jack's laptop bag, and started getting the equipment set for another day of shooting titillating product demonstration photos. Ms. Cooper appeared a few moments later, looking uncharacteristically self-conscious, among other emotions running across her face. They both greeted her warmly and cheerfully. "Good morning, Ms. Cooper! Where would you like to start today? I believe we left off working with some of the light bondage stuff," Jack said. She stared at him for a moment, and Jack could almost read her thoughts from the expressions passing on her face; anger that he could so easily dismiss the torment - some of it pleasant, admittedly - that he (and Jennifer) had put her through over the weekend; relief that they both seemed to be treating her the same after discovering her secret and not with the disgust and ridicule as she had come to expect; hope at an irrational thought that, with them treating her completely normally, perhaps the whole weekend had actually been a dream, and her secret was still safe?... "Uh, yeah, sure, wherever you guys left off." She stood around as they got started, looking uncomfortable and as if she felt a little out of place. Jennifer stripped down casually yet proactively (as always), then picked up a set of nipple clamps with vibrating weights attached. These were the same items she had so much 'fun' with during their photography for the demo website a couple of weeks before. She tilted her head and looked sternly at Jack. "I am NOT going to wear these things going at full power for a half an hour while you futz around again. Besides, it wouldn't be professional for me to lay here orgasming on Ms. Cooper's time." As intended, this shocked and intrigued Ms. Cooper, distracting her from her discomfort and confusion about how to now interact with these two. Jack grinned. "Of course not! Half power should do just fine." As Jennifer rolled her eyes and started attaching the clamps to her nipples - which were erect and welcoming, no matter what she said - Jack continued silently, You said last week that those things are pretty uncomfortable if you aren't, I believe the term was, 'revved up'. Would you like to be revved up while we shoot this stuff, or would you rather suspend any discomfort for the duration of the shoot, perhaps? I think you know what I would prefer, but if we do that I'll soon be lying in a puddle and this whole place will smell of wet and horny Genie. So, I think I'll take you up on your offer of suspending the discomfort, thanks. Jack gave a theatrical sigh of regret, and got an odd look from Ms. Cooper. Oops! Ok, make it so. Thank you Jack. You're so thoughtful. Isn't that in the realm of something you could do for yourself, now? No. I can use my powers autonomously with and for you, as we discussed before, but not for myself. In this case I'm not allowed to relieve myself magically of such discomfort without my Master's say so. Oh. Well, as Jennifer can you ask me to have you do such things. Yes, I can do that. Please do then. Her response was filled with overtones of appreciation and affection, Thank you, Master. You're welcome. They had been communicating silently long enough to start to look a bit odd in front of Ms. Cooper, so they resumed their verbal banter and lighthearted jousting as they moved efficiently through the morning's photography, including Ms. Cooper in the chatter as they could without making any comment that might affect her rising comfort level. As lunchtime approached, Jennifer asked enthusiastically, "Ms. Cooper, would you care to join us for lunch?" It had earlier been agreed that Jennifer would direct the day's interaction with Ms. Cooper, as a bookend to Jack's meeting with her on Friday, and because of Jennifer's much greater empathic understanding of Ms. Cooper's needs. Ms. Cooper's anxiety level visibly increased, but she said after a brief pause, "That would be nice. I'd love to," apparently figuring she would have to face the firing squad sooner or later. They picked a fairly nice restaurant where, by unspoken agreement, they could get a private table. As they were seated, Jack asked, Can your anonymity powers be used to make sure no one will eavesdrop? Yes. Cool. Do so, please. They placed their drink orders and then made a bit of small talk, slightly strained, as they chose from the menu and gave their food orders, after which they could be fairly sure of a little privacy for awhile. Once the waiter left, Jennifer asked with little preamble, "Would you like for us to start?" Ms. Cooper looked at her with some trepidation for a moment, and then nodded curtly. "Ms Cooper..." Ms. Cooper held up her hand with a wry smile. "I think at this point you can call me Susan." Jennifer smiled warmly in return. "Thank you, Susan." She continued, "I can't really say why," she fibbed, "but I get the feeling that your situation has brought you a lot of pain and loneliness. Is that true?" Susan looked down at her hands clasped in her lap and nodded. "Do you mind telling us a little more about yourself? Nothing too personal. We just want to get to know you a little better." Hesitantly and self consciously, Susan told them about her childhood; growing up with parents who were very supportive, but were too poor to pursue any medical or psychological help for her. So she had hidden behind her skirts and her books and had done well in school on the reservation - her father was American Indian and her mother was of mixed South American descent - well enough to receive a scholarship to college. She earned a degree in marketing, graduating at the top of her class. After several positions where she had done well but hadn't been very happy, she had come to FI. With Jennifer's gentile guidance, she spoke in general terms about her physical situation; basically she was completely female physically except for having a penile appendage where her clitoris would normally be. Although Jennifer and Jack didn't press her for any detail she wasn't ready to give, she seemed surprised that she was talking about this at all, displaying an expression the entire time, one that Jack recognized as having been on his own face frequently as of late, that said 'I can't believe I'm discussing this so freely and comfortably with this woman.' Jennifer finally replied, "Well, I'm sure Jack said something similar on Friday, but I want to reiterate that we are coming to think of you as a friend, and although it may not be exactly appropriate with regard to our business relationship, we would like to deepen that friendship. At the risk of belittling what you may have gone through, your situation is irrelevant to us, at least in wanting to be your friends. On the other hand, as you become more comfortable with us, which we certainly hope you will do, please feel free to discuss anything you like with us." Jennifer chuckled, "As you have probably already noticed, we are both fairly open, and not much bothers us. Oh, and as I am sure Jack promised, we will never discuss your situation with anyone without your knowledge and approval. How does that sound?" By the end of Jennifer's statement, Susan wasn't crying, but her rich brown eyes were glistening, and she had to blink rapidly several times. "That's... very nice. Thank you, both. You have given me a lot to think about." She didn't add that thinking about it was almost all she had already done all weekend. "That's good, but you'll have to do it later," Jennifer replied, grinning conspiratorially, "because right now I want to know what you think about the little toy Jack gave you." Susan's eyes widened at the change of topic, and her dark cinnamon skin reddened several shades, "Uh, it was very impressive." "Impressive?!" Jennifer scoffed. "You can do better than that. Tell me about your experience." She leaned over and said softly, "Jack tells me it's very realistic." "It was... incredible..." She went on to discuss her experience with and impressions of the simulator, again initially very hesitant and self conscious, but eventually becoming a little more comfortable with Jennifer's continuing gentle guidance and enthusiastic interest. However, she also continued to display the 'I can't believe I'm talking like this' expression. All in all it was a pleasant and somewhat provocative lunch, interrupted more frequently than usual by visits from the waiter, due no doubt to Jennifer's automatic, continuous and apparently unconscious flirting. This wasn't the first time that Susan had witnessed Jennifer in action, and she was watching closely, perhaps even taking a few mental notes. At least they couldn't complain about the service, although Jack had to remind the guy a couple of times to fill his tea glass, too. Near the end of the meal, Susan said, "Oh, and Jack, I think Nick is a little miffed that you didn't wait until he got back to show us the, uh, simulator." Jack raised his eyebrows. "You told him? How much did you tell him?" It took a second for her to realize all the implications of his question. "Oh, I didn't tell him any of that part! I guess I shouldn't have mentioned it at all. I was just a bit distracted and, um, excited about the thing at that point... in more ways than one, I suppose. Anyway, he'll want to know why you did it that way, I guess. What do you want to tell him?" "Well, the truth, up to a certain point; I was so excited about the thing that I couldn't wait, and since you are the product manager, I thought I'd give you a little sneak peek. Also, I figured you would want as much time as you could get to come up with ways to incorporate it into your promotion for FI's new look and direction," he concluded with his own naughty grin. Susan gave him a flat stare. "Thanks, Jack. Why is it that you always come up with extra work for me to do?" Jack gave an exaggerated shrug of innocence. "Don't blame me. You're the one that blabbed to Nick instead of waiting for the slick presentation I'm going to present when he gets back." Her look turned to one of exasperation. "You didn't mention that before!" "Oh? Yeah, well, I guess I was a bit distracted at the time, myself." On the way out to the car, Jennifer pestered Susan until she agreed to go out for a drink after work, first silently passing the idea by Jack. Uh, you sure that's a good idea? Jack asked. Why wouldn't it be? Well, you know what happened over at Skip and Sharron's... She snorted, earning her a curious look from Susan. Don't worry, I'm not going to drink that much again. Besides, if you'll let me drive, my protection abilities will cover anything that might come up. Well, Okay, Jack said, still a bit doubtful. So, this left Jack contemplating what to do with his first free evening since he'd opened Jennifer's puzzle box. He decided he would call up a few single friends and see if they might like to grab some pizza and catch a guy flick, or perhaps hang out for a few video game football matches. This led to another thought... under one condition. Hey, you already agreed to it! Jennifer protested in amused offense. I'm going to see if a couple of the guys want to grab dinner and hang out, and I need a few candid shots of you in a skimpy bikini, maybe one or two while hanging all over me. Otherwise my friends will never believe me when I tell them how incredibly hot my girlfriend is. Oh. That's ok then, she replied, hiding a flattered smile from Susan. Would you like wallet size, or...? Jack hid his own grin. How about digital photos on my laptop, with copies on my PDA, and perhaps even a little video clip showing you almost but not quite flashing your breasts, just to really make them jealous? Susan had gone on ahead of them by this point to check her voice- and e-mail before rejoining them at the 'photo booth, ' so Jennifer could snort and roll her eyes freely in feigned exasperation. However, when Jack later checked her handiwork on his PDA, he found that she had enthusiastically gone above and beyond. He was forced to walk around for several minutes to try to deflate his boner. ... not that it mattered. The afternoon was spent shooting demo photos of the casual and not so casual bondage items in FI's catalog. Even though the camera wasn't capturing her above the chin, Jennifer made appropriate faces for all the scenarios each item or items brought to mind (she suggested they also shoot some of the items together to show how they might be combined as 'ensembles'), along with silent comments along the lines of, wouldn't you like to use these on me at home, Master? I'd be completely immobile and helpless. Jack was hard all afternoon. So was Susan, even without the continual suggestive monolog, until she fled lest she reveal herself to someone else. After work they went home for a few minutes to change, and for Jennifer to grant Jack's requested of a quick but satisfying screw while she was bound spread-eagled on the bed, immobile and helpless thanks to a carefully selected 'ensemble', in return for her cock teasing all afternoon. Jennifer happily complied, then departed to pick up Susan after reassuring Jack again that she would be fine, and that they could be in constant contact if he wanted. Jack found himself a little lonely until his friends came to pick him up twenty minutes later. They complemented him on his new physique in the usually guy fashion; they gave him grief and called him a pretty boy. They then absolutely refused to believe that Jennifer was his girlfriend, regardless of his new looks and the proof of the photos and video. They accused him of using his graphic artist skills to doctor up photos of some centerfold of the year, adding himself in. Miffed for a moment, Jack then decided to use this to his advantage. It might be a bit slow going making his fortune using Jennifer's powers, but at least she could earn him some free meals. He bet each of the guys dinner that she really was his girlfriend. After some discussion, they decided that proof would entail her coming out with all of them and answering questions about Jack which a girlfriend would know. Jack was tempted to make it happen right then and there, but ultimately decided that it could wait. He took out his more immediate revenge on them by thrashing them at video football, instead. They played at his apartment, and everyone was suitably impressed by his new video system, which he adjusted for prime video game enjoyment. He was tempted to leave the extensive porn DVD collection on the shelves and describe in general terms how he and Jennifer watched them in bed, then put them to shame. He figured, though, that they still wouldn't believe him, saying he really just used them to wank off by himself, so he had Jennifer hide them for the evening. They played much later than Jack expected, and before he knew it Jennifer was letting him know that she had dropped off Susan and was on the way home. He and Jennifer had been checking in with each other all night, so Jennifer knew what was going on regarding the guys' disbelief in her existence. Everyone was just getting up to take a leak before heading home when they heard someone walk up to the door and put a key in the lock. They looked questioningly at Jack, who said nonchalantly, "Jennifer's home." This earned a chorus of "What?!" and "You're shittin' me!" just before she walked through the door. She wore a clinging cotton knit blouse in her trademark hunter green, which left no doubt to both the complete absence of and the complete lack of need for a bra underneath. This was tucked into a nearly sprayed-on pair of blue jeans, which were in turn tucked into a pair of low, soft, matching green leather boots. She looked at everyone and said cheerfully, "Hello, boys!" They all stood, staring at her, dumbfounded, until Jack made some introductions. She greeted each of them warmly - and a bit flirtatiously, of course. Once the introductions were done, she said, "I hope you guys haven't worn Jack out. He still has a long night ahead of him!" This led to a rather awkward migration toward the door, as Jennifer's implied message of 'get the fuck out so we can fuck' was at odds with the guys' desire to stay and ogle her as long as they could. Finally everyone was pushed out the door after admitting that Jack has won all bets, and the door was closed and locked. They fell on the bed laughing. "Thanks! You just earned us some free meals! Now, what was that about my having a long night ahead of me?" It wasn't that long, but quite satisfying. -------- As all the hot late night sex prevented them from talking in any detail about Jennifer's outing with Susan, the topic was covered on the drive to FI the next morning. "Ok, here's Susan's status in a nutshell," Jennifer said. "There are two Susans. One, as you have noticed from her tote board, has a fairly wide range of sexual interests. However, those are usually buried by the emotional baggage of her situation, and the lack of any actual sexual experience with others. So the second Susan is the more reserved outward shell we see. While she might fantasize about having sex with one or even both of us, in reality that currently would be an almost impossible thing for her to do. Having any sexual interaction with just one person, any person, is going to be a challenge for her." "Still no luck finding someone who's a good possibility for her?" "For sex, or for a long term relationship?" "Both, either." "Well, for sex, yes." Jennifer blushed a little. "I'm afraid that her sexual fantasies have tipped more toward women as of late, due primarily to, um, me." Jack grinned. "Watching you flirt while naked with all her toys is getting to her, is it?" Jennifer's flush deepened, but she grinned, too. "Yeah, something like that." "Quite understandable," Jack replied sagely, "so, is she interested in a sexual encounter with you?" "In her fantasies, absolutely. In reality, not yet. Even if I made it known to her that I was receptive and interested in such, she still has a couple of challenges. One, she needs to get to know me much better, and two, she would have to get comfortable with the idea that it would actually be an acceptable thing to do. Her biggest interest in guys is for the traditional long term relationship. You know, happy marriage, kids, the whole thing. She's somewhat obsessed with it. So having a sexual encounter with someone she perceives to be in a similar relationship with someone else, even if it is clear that all parties are happy with the idea, is something that she would struggle with." "I understand. Is a casual sexual encounter something she would be interested in, once she got comfortable? You know, until she can find a long term relationship?" Genie Chronicles Ch. 18 "Quite possibly." "And what do you think of the idea?" Jack asked with a naughty grin. Jennifer adopted a holier than thou air and said, "I would not be opposed to the idea if such an opportunity presented itself." "I guess you had better get to know her better and make her comfortable then." Jennifer's airs turned to a grin, again. "I'm working on it." They rode on for a moment, and then Jack asked. "So what about guys. You say she wants a long term relationship, but where is she on the sex side of things?" "Well, as I mentioned when you first met her, she does have sexual interest in men. However, that's skewed a bit by her, um, penile appendage. She wants to experience sexual intercourse, and figures that she has a fairly decent chance of experiencing an orgasm during such due to the general 'friction'. Beyond that, though, she has about as much interest in manual or oral attention to her penis from a guy as you do. That is to say, she finds the idea fairly disgusting." "Huh. Does she think the same thing about giving such attention?" Oddly, no. She has no problems with, and is actually quite interested in getting her hands and perhaps mouth on a suitable guy's manhood." "Ok, but, isn't her own desire to have only a girl touch her going to make having a fulfilling sex life with a guy much more of a challenge?" "Yep. Now you see more clearly the contradiction that is a big part of why she has been so unhappy; she wants a long-term, loving relationship with a man who accepts her for what she is, and who also wants a family. Yet, at the same time, most of her sexual interest is with women, and to make matters worse, her fairly conservative outward persona is at odds with that bi-sexual orientation." "And you still feel that, if given the choice, she would want to stay as she is, versus being given a clit instead or whatever?" Jennifer's eyes unfocused for a moment, then she said, "Yes, as far as I can tell." "Hmmm." There was one obvious solution, but Jack wasn't sure that he was interested in such a relationship. He shelved the topic for later, as they were at that point approaching FI. After arrival and the various morning greetings, they resumed the demo photography, and Jack's constant boner. He would have thought he'd become desensitized to the effects of a beautiful woman modeling adult toys eventually, but it wasn't happening, at least not with Jennifer as the model. He wasn't complaining, though. Neither was anyone else who passed by the photo booth. Lunch, this time was an entertaining outing with Susan and Alice. Afterward, Jack, Jennifer, and Susan spent the afternoon writing all of the instructional text for the latest batch of photos. They figured they had about a half-day of work left to complete the demo photos and instruction text for the rest of FI's catalog, and then could begin shooting the video clips. Planning to discuss this with Nick when he returned the next day, Jack and Jennifer departed with the promise to get all of the latest prepared photos and text added to the website that evening. They enjoyed a casual dinner, and then Jack wished the photos and text onto the site so that he could have fun with another fantasy. Giving it some thought, he finally settled on an encounter with his favorite super heroine. He suggested that Jennifer 'ride along' in the heroine's head so she could experience it from the other side. She enthusiastically agreed. His favorite version of said heroine was the one from the TV show of his youth (he had shot into many a wad of toilet tissue staring at her incredible smile and pair of tits bulging from her costume), and he detailed to Jennifer the plot of an episode that so far had only aired in his head; Somehow the heroine had been tied up by the bad guys with her own lasso, and it was only by the timely and daring intervention of young passerby Jack that she was able to escape, thwart the villain, and save the world as we know it. As her availability was currently limited - she had more crime to fight - in return for saving her she offered him a night holding the end of her lasso while tied around her neck, as the magic rope had the power to compel the lasso-ee not only to tell the truth, but also to obey the lassoer's commands. She also promised, when she had more time, to take him to her island home for a 'proper thank you'. -------- The first conscious thought Jack had Wednesday morning was that, what with all the fantasy sex the night before, Jennifer would probably forgo the morning wakeup. This foolish thought didn't last long, though, as he looked down to find his cock making an impressive tent of the sheet, which in turn hid whatever was slithering around his shaft, causing its tumescence. A bit apprehensive of what he might find, he lifted the sheet to take a peek. He was shocked to find a diminutive Genie/Jennifer, roughly the same height as his rigid rod, using it like a very fat stripper pole as she hugged it and spun around. Noticing his surprised gaze, she grinned and waved, then jumped to wrap her arms and legs around him, her face level with the underside of his cock head. She began to lick his cock like a giant popsicle on its most sensitive spot, while releasing her grip with one arm to tickle his helmet and under its ridge with tiny, dexterous fingers. The sensations of such small yet direct stimulation were new and surprisingly intense, and his hips involuntarily bucked. This resulted in a tiny whoop and laugh from Jennifer as she held on for the ride, but very little cessation in her assault. Once she had worked his cock head over thoroughly, including teasing into its opening with hands and mouth and eliciting a couple more bucks, she slithered nimbly up to sit on his cock tip. Crossing her arms and legs and giving an enigmatic smile, she slowly began to sink onto his rod. It truly felt like he was being sucked into an opening not large enough for a pencil, so tight was it. Yet it certainly wasn't painful as he slid into her miniature slick tunnel, but infinitely the opposite, and he groaned. He groaned louder when it became obvious that she was long past the point where his cock was in deeper than the top of her head, and she continued to sink onto him. Her crossed legs were blocking the view of her miniature pussy, and he had been wondering if she was really spreading that ridiculously wide to take him in, or if his cock was shrinking as it passed her lips in order to fit. Once she got to that point, though, he quit wondering and just went with it. Obviously her magic was bending the rules of reality at the moment. Once she had taken him completely into her teeny, slick passage, and she was seated, legs crossed, on the carpet of his hair, she blew him a kiss, and then spun around to face the other way, causing another moan as her tunnel tried to twist him with it. He felt what had to be her feet rubbing lightly as far as they could reach all over his balls. Although her legs weren't long enough to reach the best spots, it was still a pleasurable ticklish experience. She eventually turned back to face him and leaned forward onto all fours on his stomach. She began riding his cock with her ass stuck outrageously in the air, still hiding their junction. Although she was going at it as hard as she could, grinning at him the whole time, she was only able to move up and down on his shaft about two inches. However, what with her vise grip on his cock, a few minutes of her riding was all it took for him to blast forcefully into her. Her cheeks bulged for a second, then she swallowed heroically, gave a tiny belch, said a high-pitched 'beg pardon' with a grin, and vanished. Jack gave a small grunt at the sudden release of the squeeze around his cock as a full-size Jennifer appeared on the bed beside him with grin still in place. She licked her lips and said, "Mmmm, that was a delicious breakfast. I'm stuffed. What are you going to have?" -------- Jack was prepared for an angry Nick when they arrived at FI, but a fairly cheerful Nick greeted them. After the usual morning pleasantries and their enquiry about his time off, he did chastise Jack mildly for not waiting to spring such a surprise as the blow job stimulator, though. Jack grinned. "Sorry, Nick. I was just so excited about the thing that I couldn't wait to show it off. But don't worry, Susan only got a sneak peek. I'm ready to show you the full presentation whenever you want." Nick raised an eyebrow at the use of Susan's first name for a second, then sighed. "I'd love to do it right now, but I'm sure I have a bunch of e-mail, voice-mail, and mail-mail to wade through. Let's shoot for this afternoon. Say, one o'clock." "That'll be perfect. We should be finished with all the demo photography and instructional text by then." Nick raises his eyebrows again in surprise. "Wow! You guys have been busy. That's great. I'll get a full update first thing in the meeting." After another pleasantry or two they went their separate ways, and Jack and Jennifer hit the photography hard and heavy, assisted by Susan to make sure they had not forgotten anything in the catalog. They had to order lunch delivered and eat on the job to make it, but they finished the photos and text just before one o'clock. Jennifer got dressed and they headed for the conference room, happy with their progress. Genie Chronicles Ch. 19 Wednesday afternoon's meeting was once again attended by Nick, Susan and Alice on the FI side, and Jack and Jennifer. Nick began things by asking for an update on the website. "Well," Jack replied, "we are finished with taking the demonstration photos of the products and writing the supporting instructional text. This evening Jennifer and I will post the last few, taken this morning, and then everything will be available on the website." "Great! How's the traffic on the new site?" "From what I can tell by comparing the current stats with what stats are available from the old website, it looks like visitor hits are up roughly fifteen percent so far, and that's without any advertising regarding your new look and direction." Nick turned to Susan. "And how about actual purchases?" Susan smiled, which appeared to surprise Nick and Alice a bit. "Also up a roughly corresponding fifteen percent. They're up even higher for things like batteries." She smiled at Jack. He grinned back. "That's fantastic, guys. Wonderful job so far. What's next?" "Well, we were planning to get started on the video clips tomorrow morning. As I mentioned previously, that will probably take another week or week and a half." "Hmmmm. Ok, so it would be safe to say that the website will be up and running with all planned content in two weeks?" Nick asked. "Yes, I think we can safely say that, although that might change a bit depending on the results of this meeting." "Understood. We need to start planning our marketing push. Jack, Susan and I have discussed it, and we definitely want you to help us with our advertising campaign for the new site and our new direction, if you are still willing and available, that is." "Absolutely!" Jack enthused. "Great. We'll set up another meeting to discuss that, because right now I want to see your presentation of this miraculous new product your associate is offering to us," Nick said. "Very well. Might I suggest a quick break while I go grab my materials, and you guys grab the simulators from wherever you have them stashed?" Susan spoke up, "I've got them in my office. Jennifer, would you mind helping me get them? I don't know that I can carry both of them and all the extra paraphernalia." "Sure!" Jennifer hopped up lithely. "Ok. Fifteen minute break, everyone. And no wandering off and getting tied up in a phone call or anything!" Nick said with only partially mock severity. Jack took a quick whiz, grabbed his laptop, small video projector and a few other items, and returned to the conference room. He had just finished plugging everything up, turning it on, and setting up his 'stunt cock', a 'realistic' rubber penis mounted on a stand at crotch height, when everyone streamed back in. "Well, this certainly looks interesting." Nick said, eyeing the presentation setup, demo cock, and simulators that Susan and Jennifer were placing on the table. "What, no real-life demonstration Jack?" Alice asked, nodding at the stand with a naughty grin. Jack was barely successful in not giving a tell-tale glance at Susan as he grinned back and replied, "It's hard to make a coherent presentation while experiencing one of these things, um, doing its thing. Maybe we can arrange a personal demonstration with a willing test subject later." "Well, if the hints I have heard about this thing are anywhere near accurate, Nick would be stupid not to carry it, and I'm sure you'll put one of those video thingies for it on the website. Just make sure you tell me when you are shooting the video for this thing and I'll wander by the photo booth." "I'll come get you personally, Alice," Jennifer said in a conspiratorial stage whisper. For some reason that made Jack a bit nervous. Jack began with the same demonstration he gave Susan, substituting the rubber stunt cock for his own. At the end he gave the same offer and pricing requirements as he had to Susan, and Nick had pretty much the same reaction. "I just don't know if we can accept that restriction, Jack," Nick concluded. Jack grinned. "You haven't seen the accessories, yet." "True, but I really can't see how that can make too much difference." "Well, I gave Susan one example of the type of marketing we are suggesting," Jack explained the console video game sales model to Nick and Alice. "Another similar example is inkjet printers. Many personal inkjet printers sell for incredibly cheap prices, because where the companies make their money is on the replacement ink cartridges. I have actually seen printers, which come with one black and one color cartridge in the box, sell for less than a pair of replacement black and color cartridges." "So you are saying that there will be ongoing accessories for this thing that will continue to bring in revenue?" "Yes. Let me show you a few. I'll start with the basic and obvious, first." Jack removed the stunt cock, and then indicated the remaining stand. "This is actually a stand for the simulator." He grabbed the black simulator and attached it to the stand. "As you can see, its angle and height are adjustable to accommodate pretty much anyone." He removed the simulator and center pole from the stand, and then placed the base of the stand on the table. "The base has four legs. These two legs extend out quite a bit further than the other pair. The user should position himself between these two longer legs, as that makes the stand more stable when the simulator, uh, sucks him in. Also, each leg goes almost straight up for about a foot before angling in to the center of the base." Jack attached the simulator to the stand base and pointed it almost straight down. "This also allows the base to be used to suspend the simulator over a prone user, say while lying in bed, and can, again, accommodate almost anyone." He looked at Nick. "This should cost you around twenty five bucks, with no maximum selling price limit. Yes, it's a one time purchase, but we figure most buyers of the unit will want one." Jack grabbed a couple of plastic bottles next. "Refill 'saliva' and 'mouthwash.' The simulator will operate with regular water as saliva, but it doesn't feel nearly as good, surprisingly. The unit can detect if real 'simulator mouthwash' is in the reservoir, though, and won't function without it. Regular mouthwash won't work. Saliva is three bucks your cost, mouthwash, five. The use of saliva is variable, but a bottle of mouthwash this size should be good for about a dozen cleanings. The inventor is also willing to supply larger 'economy sizes' of bottles if you want." He paused. "Questions so far?" Seeing there were none, Jack grinned. "Now for the fun part." Moving the simulator mounted on the stand base to the center of the table and readjusting the unit so it was horizontal, Jack slowly rotated it so that everyone could see what he was pointing at on the unit's back. "These two little receptacles are USB ports, just like the one I plugged my hard drive into on your web server the other day. There are actually three on here, the remote is plugged into the third one. These remaining two offer lots of exciting possibilities. The main one is what I'm going to show you now." Jack hooked up a cable leading from his laptop to one of the ports, then turned on the projector. "What you see is a software package that can be use to control the simulator. It has two modes; basic mode and power user mode. Basic mode offers an attractive and user-friendly interface that mimics the functionality of the remote, plus adds a few additional features. The first additional feature is these on-screen sliders that allow you to adjust the intensity of a particular action rather than holding a button down on the remote. This gives you much finer control. Another cool feature is this timeline, a graphic representation of what actions are happening when, and for how long. So, if I press 'start' to begin the sample sequence," he pressed the button on-screen, "you can see the simulator doing its thing while watching the little indicator travel along the corresponding timeline. The user can adjust how long a particular action in a sequence lasts simply by dragging its start or end point up or down the timeline. The rest of the sequence adjusts accordingly." Jack clicked another button, and the screen changed. "This is power user mode. It offers the same functionality as basic, plus it adds almost infinite control of each individual movement that the unit can perform. For instance, it allows you to program not only the general movements of the tongue that the remote control and basic mode do, but also gives fine control over each portion of the tongue in order to create some very specific movements or actions. It allows that same level of control for the whole unit. It's fairly complex, and not for the casual user, although there are extensive help files available. However, with some patience, the possibilities are infinite in creating almost any mouth and tongue action that a human is capable of, and probably quite a few that aren't." Jack looked at his audience, to find their interest much more piqued by this latest 'accessory'. "The software will cost you fifty dollars per license. As you would be the only supplier of the simulator, we can set it up so that the serial number of the purchaser's unit is encrypted into the copy of the software before we send it to them, making it so that the copy will only work with that unit, preventing piracy. The software allows you to save as many of the scenarios as you want, so I suggest setting up a community site within your main website where users can upload, trade and discuss their favorite custom made scenarios." "Would we charge for that?" Nick asked. "You could, I suppose, but I suggest not. It wouldn't take too many resources, and would build a good reputation with your customers, plus it will bring in lots of repeat traffic to the site. We can place ads or product announcements on the community page. That does segue into the next item, though." "There's more?" Susan asked, surprised. "Yep. I don't have it yet, but there will be another software package. This one won't be for sale, at least not initially, and probably not ever. It can be used, through video motion capture and bio-feedback, to record an actual, um, oral sex encounter. That encounter can then be played back with the first software package, just like any other scenario." "That sounds incredible, Jack, but if it isn't for sale, what good is it?" Susan asked. Nick, though, looked to be one step ahead, as he had an excited expression. "Are you familiar with the DVDs in your catalog that feature various porn stars giving blow jobs, shot from the recipient's point of view? You know, as if you are looking down at them sucking on 'you'?" Jack asked. "Yes," Susan replied. Jack had to suppress a grin at the thought that she probably had much more of an interest in them than most women. "Imagine if you could also feel what she was doing." "Oh... holy shit! Oops, sorry," Susan apologized. "Are you saying that the software can also incorporate video, too, Jack?" Nick asked. "Yes, although the setup is a bit complicated. The motion capture can be done with any high quality digital camcorder that can work with infrared. Most of the ones with low light functionality do. The motion capture is used to track both 'giver' and 'recipient', and requires that small reflective dots be placed on both people for the software to track. However, using infrared, these dots can be transparent, pretty much invisible. "The biofeedback sensors aren't quite so easy. They have to be applied to various points on the 'giver's' face and neck. However, many of them are below the jaw line and won't be seen from a top-down angle. The software does a pretty good job of editing out the rest automatically when it runs through a script combining the video with the simulator scenario." "So we could bring in porn stars, or..." Nick tapered off as he tried to grasp the possibilities. "Or anyone who is willing to be recorded giving oral sex. It would actually need to be a couple rounds of oral sex, as you would want to record a scenario with a couple different sizes and colors of penises. The user software and the simulator are smart enough to take size into account when running a program, but it would look odd having the unit work on your six inch cock while you watch someone sucking on a ten inch one, or your black one while she sucks on a white one. I say 'she', but I guess you could also, you know..." Jack made a hand wave gesture indicating that, 'you can pretty much figure out the rest of what I'm saying for yourself, because I'm not into that personally.' "How much will that software cost us?" Susan asked. "The software is free. The creator asks for a third of whatever you charge for any recorded scenarios and or video/scenario combinations you sell. Remember, too, you don't have to have video. You can do just the recorded blow job itself. Those would probably sell for much less, of course. You will need to buy the video cameras and other equipment, by the way. "Oh, and the only other stipulation is that you pay the 'performers' fairly. The adult entertainment industry has a reputation for not treating its performers well, and the inventor sees that as something that should be improved. Perhaps they could be paid a percentage of each copy of their scenarios sold? That might give them some incentive to do their best, knowing that the better their scenario sells, the more money they make." "I think we could probably work something out. That fits in with our desire to try to make this business more respectable. But what's to keep those recorded scenarios from being traded just like the user-created ones?" Nick asked. "We can set up these scenarios to play only on the purchaser's unit, just like the user software. The user-created files can play on any unit." "Gotcha. Wow, that's a lot to absorb Jack... that is all, isn't it?" "Nope. There will also be a pair of fairly inexpensive 3D glasses comprised of two small LCD screens, one for each eye. The video portion of the scenario can be shot with two video cameras and combined by the recording software into a 3D video that the user can enjoy with the glasses. It will be much more enjoyable than watching the action on a computer screen, and way more realistic. The end-user software will be able to handle that 3D video, and even stream it to the glasses via USB. Also, there will be a sensor attached to an elastic band which will go around the base of the user's testicles. Worn correctly, it can detect when the user is about to ejaculate, and trigger the end of the sequence, so the user doesn't have to press the 'Now!' button manually. I don't have any details on availability or cost on either of those items yet, though." Jack paused. "Any other questions?" Alice, who had been silent so far, raised her hand. "I don't pretend to understand all this tech stuff, although what I do understand sounds really exciting," she grinned, "especially the recording the video part. What I'm wondering is, can this thing be used on women?" Jack was surprised to realize that he actually hadn't considered this, yet. Thinking quickly, he answered, "Yes, it can, with certain limitations. The main one is that this unit can't tilt up and down in a 'licking' motion, as is common for oral sex on a woman. The inventor, being a rather reclusive and nerdy guy, didn't have any women around for his initial development, so couldn't really test and perfect that. His thinking is that, if this is as successful as he expects it to be, he will be able to bring in some suitable test subjects to help him develop a female version. However, as it will be more complex, it will also most likely be a bit more expensive." Alice grinned again. "Well, if he needs volunteers, sign me up." This elicited a gasp from Susan, a chuckle from Nick, and a knowing grin from Jennifer. "Uh, will-do, Alice," Jack replied, trying not to imagine the plump little grandmotherly woman using a female simulator. He cleared his throat. "Until that time, we could probably record a couple of female scenarios using the recording software and offer them, perhaps for free, as a kind of appetizer to the release of the female version." Nick, Susan and Alice asked a few more questions, then Nick gave a big sigh. "Well, I've gotta say, you've sold me, Jack. I don't think we can pass this up. I think you had Susan sold on Friday, and from the kid-in-a-candy-store grin on Alice's face, it looks like she's all in." Alice gave an enthusiastic nod. "So, where do we go from here?" "Well, come up with your initial order, and we'll work it up and send it to my friend. He has set up a business called Techrotica Inc., and as long as you want you will be his only client. The inventory will arrive in plain boxes. It will be up to you, us, to come up with product names, box art, etc." "Wow. He must really trust us if he's going to allow us to actually name his product," Nick commented. Jack nodded. "He does. This will pretty much be your product." "And I assume also our liability if something goes wrong with a unit?" from Susan. Jack shrugged. "He will replace any unit that is returned as defective, either out of the box, or due to normal wear and tear during the first three months after purchase by the original owner. Beyond that, all of the products are extremely safe. Someone would have to be colossally stupid to get hurt. So stupid that it should be blindingly obvious that it was their fault, and not the product's." Jennifer's powers would see to that. Still, Nick and Susan seemed a bit concerned, and discussed it in low tones for a moment until Alice interrupted. "How is this any different from all the crap we get from China and those other B.F.E. places? They sure don't take the blame when something goes wrong. At least this stuff isn't crap. Besides, I thought we had insurance to cover this sort of thing." At this Nick and Susan shared a 'what the hell' shrug. "Ok, Jack, we'll put together an order. Give Susan the contact info on where to send it. Just to recap, the products that are available now are the simulator itself, the stand, the liquid refills, and the user software, is that correct?" "Yes, that's it so far." "And he doesn't want to do a credit check or anything before setting up and account for us? Jack smiled. "No, as I said, he trusts you guys." "Okay. So if we get the order sent to him in the next day or so, what timeframe are we looking at?" "Ummm, probably about a week." "Wow, that's pretty quick. It looks like we need to get going on the packaging and marketing for this thing. Can we get the dimensions for the plain boxes so that we can start designing box art, stuff like that?" "Yes, I'll check with him. I should have that later today." "Okay. Can you help us with the product artwork?" "Sure. I'll even do it for free." "Well that's very generous of you Jack." Nick smiled a lopsided smile. "Something tells me you aren't doing all of this out of the goodness of your heart." Jack smiled back. "Nope, I get a fairly decent commission from Techrotica Inc. for the products sold." "Uh, huh. Plus, if this does well, it's fairly certain to get you some commission from us, too." Jack just shrugged and continued to smile. Nick looked at him for a long moment, then shrugged, as well. "It seems like there ought to be some double-dipping conflict of interest here, but I can't really find any room to complain. If you make lots of money, that means we are making lots more. I'm ok with that. I do have one other question, though." "Yes?" "Are we ever going to meet this mysterious inventor friend of yours?" Genie Chronicles Ch. 19 "Probably not. He's quite reclusive." "Uh, huh. Very well. Let's get this ball rolling. How is this going to affect our timetable for finishing up the website and starting our marketing campaign?" Nick asked "Well, as I see it, there are three things we need to complete; one, get the video of the various products for which we are posting demo clips shot, edited, and posted on the website; two, get the box art and other marketing materials for the simulator designed and printed - in the case of the boxes - or posted - in the case of the website; and three, discuss and create the marketing materials for your promotion of the new website and new direction for FI. As we discussed earlier, the video clips will probably take a bit more than a week. The design of the box art and marketing materials should take, oh, three days to complete, after which the printing of the boxes should take another week and a half, perhaps two, depending on the printer's schedule. That week and a half is out of our hands, though. So, you asked me earlier if the website could be done in two weeks. I would say that we should be able to complete the web site and the simulator artwork and promo materials in two weeks. After that we can work on the marketing for the new website promotion while the printer does their thing. How does that sound?" Sounds like a plan to me, Jack. Susan? Alice?" Both ladies nodded their heads in agreement. "Great!" Nick paused, "Is there anything else we need to discuss this afternoon?" When no one said anything, he continued, "Alright, then, thanks everyone. Let's get to it." The meeting broke up, and Susan, Jack, and Jennifer returned to Jack and Jennifer's 'office.' "Well, it's getting fairly late in the afternoon. Do we have time to start working on the demo videos?" Susan asked, sounding a bit hopeful. "By the time we get the equipment set up, it will almost be time to go home. Why don't we hold off on that until the morning, and brainstorm a bit on the art and stuff for the simulator? Don't forget, we need a name, too." Jack replied. "Okay, that sounds like a good idea." She managed to hide most of her disappointment. They discussed some ideas for the remainder of the afternoon, and then called it a day. The next day was Thursday, and Jack would normally have spent the morning at S&B, but Friday was the last one of the month, so he would be going there Friday morning, instead, to update their website with the latest pricing info. Therefore, Thursday morning found them setting up to shoot video, Jack drawing on his newly-wished cinematographer/videographer skills. As the wish had to be sexually based, he was now dubiously happy to know that, if all other gainful employment failed, he could always make a living as one of the best porn cameramen in the industry. So, after a few false starts while getting everything and everyone working correctly, they spent a cock and nipple hardening day shooting video of Jennifer succumbing to the attacks of toy after toy, made all the more intense as the whole point was to show how to use them correctly and/or to their best advantage. Productivity around the office dropped precipitously as she drew a continual crowd. There were signs up around the booth asking for quiet, so the only sounds to be heard echoing through the warehouse were Jennifer's, which she did nothing to subdue. They figured the it would make good background music to the narration Jennifer would record later. Finally, at five o'clock, Jack had to carry a limp Jennifer to the car while she complained loudly about the overload of orgasms. When they got to the car, she grinned conspiratorially, hopped out of his arms, and scampered into the passenger seat. "Ham," Jack accused. She shrugged and continued grinning as she replied, "Hey, some of it was true. I really did lose count of the orgasms not too long after lunch." -------- Friday morning at eight found Jack once again at Smith and Brown, meeting with Margaret. She actually had quite a bit of work for him to do in addition to posting the latest pricing file, and he was hard pressed to finish it all by lunch time. After lunch he and Jennifer returned to FI to continue shooting video, and to her sounds echoing through the warehouse drawing a constant audience. Jack noticed at one point that Jamie, the receptionist, seemed to have a particular interest in the goings-on. He figured it would be a shame to interrupt Jennifer's current duel with a vibrating dildo with rotating pleasure beads, so he made a mental note to ask her about it later. Near the end of the day, Jennifer again pestered Susan, this time until she agreed to go shopping the next day. When Jack asked what she was up to, Jennifer said it was time to get Susan out of her frumpy clothes, and that just because she wanted to hide her endowment didn't mean she shouldn't look as lovely as she could. So, after a fairly mundane but nonetheless hot and satisfying wakeup 69 Saturday morning, Jennifer was off. Jack decided to walk a couple of blocks to his favorite coffee shop for a cup, a bagel, and a paper. He normally didn't drink coffee in the summer, and hadn't visited the shop since Genie arrived, but the morning was cool and overcast, so he figured what the hell. When he arrived, he grinned; perhaps he would forgo the paper. This particular coffee shop was one of several owned by a fairly large and interesting family of Mediterranean immigrants. Jack was never absolutely positive of the relationships, but as far as he could tell there were three sisters; two quite attractive, one - the oldest - not so much. There was currently only one husband, who was married to the 'not so much', although he seemed to argue amiably with all three equally. All three sisters had children. The youngest sister, who looked to be in her mid to late thirties, had fairly short, medium-brown hair, and was slender, almost willowy, but had a very nice ass. She had a beautiful raven-haired daughter in what appeared to be her late teens. The girl was only about five feet tall, but had an incredible figure packed in that fairly short frame. The only negative thing that Jack could say about her was that the hair on her arms was a little dark for his tastes. The middle sister, who appeared to be around 40, was a bit more curvaceous than her younger sibling, with dark brown hair, nice medium round boobs, and a ready smile that crinkled her laugh-lines attractively. A MILF, indeed. She had two children, one daughter and one son. The daughter was around twenty, and had also received the curvaceous gene in spades, nearly too much, perhaps. Her chest was large and high, her waist narrow, and her ass quite full. It might have been too full, except that she kept it in check - and incredibly round and firm - through her athletic lifestyle, mostly by running. Completing her particular package was a gorgeous head of long, uniquely cinnamon-brown colored hair. Her brother, a couple of years younger, was as equally attractive as his sister and cousins, if Jack's limited judgment, combined with the looks that he had seen the guy receive from female customers, were any indication. Ironically, the daughter of the oldest sister and her husband was the most strikingly beautiful of the younger generation. She was taller, but had otherwise received the same raven hair and shapely figure as her youngest cousin, perfectly ripened at twenty two or so, and without the arm hair. There was no telling where she had gotten the exotically shaped, green-tinted eyes, though. Jack had always felt either sorry for or envious of the lone boy in the family. Unless he was an absolute raging homosexual, the incestuous urges bought on by living in such a close-knit family comprised of so many gorgeous women had to have been overwhelming, and either he had been able to satisfy those urges, or he hadn't. On this particular Saturday morning Jack was pleased to find the middle sister and her daughter manning the shop. "Hey, Jack! Where have you been? Wherever it has been, it has done you good. You are looking great!" Maria, the mother, said in her delicious accent. "It's summertime! Too hot for coffee." She scoffed good naturedly at this absurd notion, and then asked, "What can we get you, then?" He grinned, "A medium coffee - the usual kind - and a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese, please." She rolled her eyes, smiled and shook her head while muttered something in a language he didn't speak, and went to fill his order. The daughter had gone into the back to do something or other, so he watched Maria's slender yet curvy figure move beneath her tight T-shirt and jeans as she poured his coffee and cut and cheesed his bagel. "Here you are Jack." He paid, thanked Maria warmly, and sat at a nearby table. He grabbed a paper and pretended to peruse it while surreptitiously reading Maria's tote board. He saw that she was fairly open and casual about sex, had quite a bit of experience, and her attraction to Jack was fairly decent. Hmmm. Jennifer? Yes, dearest? Jack grinned. I'm at the coffee shop, and thinking about having a little fun. Can you read what's going on so I don't have to explain it all? Tingle. Okay, got it, naughty boy. What do you want to do? Jack knew he could just wish for Maria to have sex with him, but didn't really want to be that heavy handed, even knowing he could make her forget afterward, and make it like it never happened. He decided to try to go at it from a different angle. Well, not to put too fine a point on it, I want to fool around with Maria and her daughter. However, I don't want to just wish that they have sex with me. Instead of adding an irresistible desire to have sex, I think I'd like to try to remove some barriers and see if that's enough. Maria's attraction to me looks like it might be possible. Sounds interesting. Where would you like to begin? Well, with privacy, I guess. Can I wish that we not be disturbed by any customers... hmmm I hate for her to lose the possible income, though. How about this; I wish that we not be disturbed by any customers until I decide we are done, and that twice the usual income for the time taken be deposited in the register, with no problems about how it got there. Tingle. Done. What, no problems about wishing up the money? Not in this case, when you are wishing it for someone else, and in order to clear the way to have sex with them. Jack could hear the grin in her voice. "Great, it's easy to wish other people money," Jack grumbled quietly to himself before continuing. Okay. Now. What other barriers are preventing Maria from having sex with me? Well doing it in public, still. She doesn't know what you just did. Oh! Right. She should know subconsciously that no one will interrupt or see us. Even the daughter? Jennifer asked lecherously. Hmmm. We'll get back to that. Okay. Done. What's the next barrier? Concerns about STDs and getting pregnant. She isn't on any birth control. Very well. She should know subconsciously that she will not catch anything, or get pregnant. Beyond that, there will be no unpleasant or undesired physical repercussions of any sort from our encounter. Oh, and she should know that anything that might happen would stay absolutely confidential. What else? That's most of it. She has fewer moral qualms about casual sexual encounters that most females around here, mostly due to cultural differences in her home country. Plus, she's pretty horny, as you can see from her board, due to the fact that she's been busy working their various locations and hasn't taken much time for... leisure. Okay. What about her daughter, after removing the same barriers? Genie Chronicles Ch. 19 It became obvious that this was how she liked it; no fancy positions, just hard and fast in the missionary. Finally, on the fourth round, Jack's grunts and spurts joined her screams as they exploded together. His sweaty body collapsed on hers for a moment, and he kissed her before gently rolling off. They lay panting for awhile, until she finally had the breath to say, in now improved but still deliciously accented English, "That was incredible, Jack. It was if you knew exactly what I wanted when I wanted it." Jack grinned a cocky grin. "I aim to please." Panting a moment more, Maria rose shakily to her feet to retrieve a couple of damp dish towels from the kitchen for clean-up. Returning and handing him a towel, she smiled as Jack used it on her instead of himself. She returned the favor. It wasn't until then that he remembered the daughter, and wondered what happened to her. Recovered yet? Barely. Baaaaad Master. 'S what you get. Now, what happened to the daughter? Interesting. She watched the whole thing, pounding away at herself for most of it, then fled to the upstairs apartment to finish the job once you guys were done. Uh, huh. Does she think I'm too old NOW? Nope. I'd say that, after that performance, she'd jump on you in a heartbeat. As a matter of fact, that's what she's fantasizing about right now. Want to take her up on it? Well, as much as I'd love to get my hands on that killer body, I think I'll make her wait. But that brings up the question of how do we leave this. Would either of them want to remember this after I'm gone? For Maria, definitely. It wasn't much of a stretch at all for her to go for you, and as far as I can tell, she will have no regrets once you go, and will probably be quite willing for a repeat performance. The daughter on the other hand, well, as open sexually as this family is compared to most from this country, it's still a little gross to her to think about her mom having sex, or at least it will be once she finishes masturbating and cools off. Well, can we blot out the memory of her mom, but leave her with the hots for me? Maybe make it seem like a fantasy or a dream where it was her with me instead of her mom? That can be a fantasy she continues to have until I get around to making it a reality. Yep, done. Jack and Maria had been dressing while Jack silently conversed with Jennifer. That was now threatening to turn into an uncomfortable moment, but Jack didn't let it. He hugged Maria, kissed her lightly on the cheek, and said, "Thank you, that was a wonderful breakfast. I think I'm going to need to start a new Frequent Coffee Cup card." "I think I can do that. I'd give you a couple of extra punches, but that would mean less return visits..." Genie Chronicles Ch. 20 The next two weeks were a busy but enjoyable whirlwind of activity. The workdays were for the most part split between shooting video for the demo clips and working on the box art and marketing materials for the blow job simulator. After the simulator materials were sent to the printers, Jack and Jennifer met with Nick and Susan to discuss and plan the marketing campaign for the new Forbidden Indulgences, then transitioned part of their time to working on that. One of the first challenges they faced, before they could really get going on the box art for the simulator, was what to name the thing. After much discussion and deliberation, they settled on the 'eFellatrix'. With that done, they were able to design a box and accompanying marketing materials that were titillating and informative yet not trashy, matching FI's new philosophy. The evenings and weekends were spent doing the little bits of work that couldn't be wished away, and enjoying the lots of sex, both mundane and fantastic, that was 'required' to make good on the wishes Jack used to magically do the work that could be wished away. There were several interesting surprises that would stick out more than the rest of Jack's memories of these two weeks. The first happened when they arrived at FI on Monday morning. Nick stopped them as they passed in the hall on the way in. "Morning, guys. Oh! I've been meaning to ask you; what are both of you doing the last weekend of this month?" Jack checked his PDA to confirm, then said, "Well, we drive to the beach that Sunday for a family vacation-slash-reunion. Before that, we are free. Why?" "Well, I know it's fairly short notice - a little under four weeks - but things have come together such that we will be sponsoring a party in 'sin city' to promote the new Forbidden Indulgences. There's a big adult industry trade show going on that weekend, and we can't pass up the opportunity. We would love to have you guys attend, as you have been such a big part of our remaking. FI would pay for your flight and room. Coach, I'm afraid, although they have a deal where a first class upgrade is fairly inexpensive if you book in the next couple of days. What do you think?" Jack looked at Jennifer, who was grinning excitedly and nodding her head so enthusiastically that he thought it might fly off. Jack grinned back and said to Nick, "That looks like a definite yes. It might make for a long Sunday, flying back and then driving to the beach, but hey, we can sleep by the pool for the rest of the week. Count us in." "Great! Jamie's handling all of the travel arrangements. Just let her know that you guys are going, and she'll handle everything. Oh, and if you want to upgrade, let her know that, too. She'll work with you on payment." "Alrighty, will-do." Jennifer was so giddy about the idea of the trip that they turned around to head back to the reception area right then to talk to Jamie. She wasn't there, but someone else was, giving Jack his second surprise of the morning. A stunning raven haired, cinnamon-skinned beauty was coming through the front door as they got there. It took Jack a moment to realize that it was Susan. She wore a flattering dress that was quite a bit more form fitting above the waist than usual, showing off to great effect a nicely rounded chest, a feature that could heretofore only be guessed at with her old clothes. The skirt was still fairly full to continue disguising her secret. Her hair was glossy and lightly styled, and her face made even more lovely than usual by just a hint of subtle makeup. Jack stared at her in shock. "Wow," he finally said, a bit stupidly. Jennifer had refused to tell him anything about their shopping trip on Saturday unless he ordered it. She said she didn't want to spoil the surprise, and this certainly was one. He also figured her silence was partly out of spite in return for the feather attack on her tits. She had complained that he had been lucky Susan was in the dressing room when the attack came, as she would have had a hard time explaining her collapse to the floor as she giggled and tried to protect her chest. This was complete BS, of course, as her anonymity powers would have been more than enough to take care of any questionable situation. Not to mention that, at the same time she was complaining, Jennifer was also magically ripping off their clothes before jumping him. Susan smiled demurely and blushed at Jack's stare and praise, obviously pleased. She said good morning and walked by them and through the inner door, going a bit slower and with more turning than absolutely necessary to give Jack another good look. Damn she was hot. If only... but no, that wasn't fair. Still, as hot as she was, the penile appendage was a bit of a squick for him, though. Wow, Jack said again, silently this time, I guess that's all her, since you couldn't do anything to her without my wishing it? Yep, just a little bit of makeup and a minimally padded bra. Everything else is her. 'Minimally padded'? So she would like larger breasts? Well, they actually fit her figure quite nicely as they are, in my opinion but yes, she would. I thought about asking you to wish it, but... But we've decided not to do anything to her without her permission, Jack finished. It didn't take them long to find Jamie, and the start of yet another memorable item for the week. She was waiting near their office, so they discussed the trip arrangements with her briefly before resuming shooting the demo videos. Jack noticed that she hung around once again as a fascinated spectator, and this time silently asked Jennifer about it. Well, if you will recall, she's a big fan of the toys, so she's sort of 'catching the live show', as it were; trying to get some pointers and ideas on what toys to try that she hasn't tried yet, and how best to enjoy them, just as we hope our visitors will use the videos on the website. Beyond that, while she hasn't really swung any more in the Bi direction, she certainly seems to be getting off on my getting off, if you know what I mean. She's especially hoping to see us shoot the Orgazmoretron. Interesting. An idea occurred to Jack. Do you think she would be willing to be the model for any of the videos? Ooooooo, that's a wonderful idea! I'm not sure though, she could go either way. Hmmm. Let's see what we can arrange. A few minutes later, while Jennifer prepared for the next round of video - one sure to be an orgasmic ordeal, as the toy in question was a combination clit/g-spot vibrator - Jack sidled over to Susan, and got distracted momentarily by her new perfume before finally saying quietly, "You know, Jamie sure has been spending a lot of time back here the last couple of days." Susan looked over at her. "Well, her work load is pretty light right now, and there's the doorbell out front for our few visitors to use if she doesn't happen to be there. Still, I guess I should say something to her, especially if she's bothering you." Jack hurried to reassure her, "No, no! On the contrary, since she seems so interested, we thought we might see if she would like to model for a video or two. It's all shot from the neck down, so she could do it anonymously." Susan raised her eyebrows and looked at Jamie again in a different light. "Hmmmm. I suppose that might be ok. It would give us a little variety in the videos, not that we really need it with Jennifer, but..." she trailed off and blushed a bit, realizing what she was saying. Jack just grinned at her. She cleared her throat and continued. "I expect she would want to be paid, though." Jack shrugged. "Well, what say we split her 'modeling fee'?" Susan considered this for a moment, then nodded her head side to side in a 'maybe' motion while saying, "That could work. I'll need to pass it by Nick, but she's been a great employee, so it shouldn't be a problem, if she's interested. We might even be able to pay for it all, as a kind of 'bonus'." "Okay. Can I go ahead and mention the idea to her?" Shrug. "Sure." Jack returned to the video camera, as Jennifer was now ready. The duel between the vibrator, as it did its job, and Jennifer, as she tried to maintain her composure long enough to effectively demonstrate the best way to use the buzzing thing, was indeed epic. Again, it was a catch 22 sort of situation; the better she demonstrated the vibrator, the better it did its job, making it that much harder to effectively demonstrate the vibrator in a method that could be considered instructional. Still, Jack finally got what they wanted on tape. As Jennifer recovered, Jack went over to Jamie. "Whadaya think?" he asked. "Oh, uh, she's very good..." "Yeah, she's a trooper. She's getting tired, though." Jack paused for a moment, then made an expression as if an idea had just occurred to him. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to take over for a few, to give her a bit of a break?" Jamie looked at him in shock, her face turning beet red as her eyes got wide. "Me?! Oh, no! I could never do that!" "No? Why not?" She just stared at him incredulously, as if the answer to that question should be so blindingly obvious that it didn't bear asking. "No, really. Why not?" "Well, I, I," she blustered, "I'd be too embarrassed, for one thing!" "Hmmm, how about if we cleared out everyone so there was no audience. I can even leave, if you want. Jennifer can shoot the video. It would just be you and her." "Yeah, except for the millions of people who saw me on the internet!" "But that's the cool part. No one would see you above the neck. They couldn't identify you unless you have some distinguishing birth mark or something, and even then we can edit that out on the video. Sure, millions of people might get excited by your video clips, but no one would know it's actually you." That got to her. It seemed the idea of a little anonymous exhibitionism was appealing. She remained unconvinced, though. Jack added another incentive. "And although I'm not sure how much, I think I can get you a bit of extra money as a 'modeling fee'." That almost clenched it, but there was still a bit of doubt in her eyes. Jack piled it on thicker, "How about this; I think Jennifer can make it through the rest of the day. I'll talk to her when we take a break, and arrange for her to stay around after everyone goes home. You and she can shoot a bit of video with your favorite toy, or simply any one you choose if you haven't used any before," yeah, right. "Then you can watch the results. If you like what you see, we'll set it up so that you and she can shoot your videos alone, and we'll guarantee that you will not be identifiable. You can even approve every clip you are in before it is posted. If you don't like it, then we'll give you the tape to destroy, and that will be the end of it." Damned if she wasn't still teetering. Jack though for a second, and then remembered what Jennifer had said earlier. "Oh, and we haven't shot the Orgazmoretron, yet. At this point I'm not sure that Jennifer could handle it..." Wanna bet? "... so we really need your help." That did it. There was no way she could afford an Orgazmatron on her own, and she had been coveting one. She screwed up her face, and said "Okay" almost in a whisper. "Cool! I'll talk to Jennifer in a bit, then she'll get with you to arrange things." Very nice, Jack. It looks like you can work a little magic of your own. Jack snorted softly. That's only because I have you to bolster my courage and give me inspiration, not to mention inside information. I would never be able to do that truly by myself. That's sweet, Jack, although I think you give yourself too little credit. And so, after everyone had trickled out at the end of the day, including Nick and Susan once they had been informed of what was going on, Jamie and Jennifer met in the now closed-off photo booth. Jack took his laptop to the 'server room' to check his e-mail and piddle around on the internet while the women worked. He was sorely tempted to have Jennifer let him 'peek', but he refrained. Finally, a couple of hours later, Jennifer informed Jack that Jamie was hooked; she loved the video of herself, and had agreed to help out as long as they could keep her involvement secret, and edit out a couple of freckles that might identify her. Jennifer agreed to all this, with the caveat that at least Jack, Susan, and Nick would have to be aware of what was happening. This made Jamie a bit embarrassed, but she agreed. Jennifer and Jamie shot for several hours each night for the rest of the week, and part of the following. This arrangement didn't really help give Jennifer a break, but then she never really needed it. Jamie's body would make a nice complement to Jennifer's for the customers, though; lithe and fit, with almost the exact amount the eye wished to see of every curve, her figure gave the impression of being barely and deliciously shy of the perfect ripeness it would some day soon obtain. Beyond watching her enticing body squirm on-screen, Jack was also interested and aroused to note that Jamie was getting into the act more and more as time went by. This didn't affect the quality of the earlier videos, they all were quite informative. It just meant that she began to give Jennifer a run for her money with regards to cumming at the hands of the toys, as she loosened up and became more excited at the idea of folks watching her orgasm anonymously on their computer screens. It was even her idea to suggest that they offer a Blooper and Moan Reel, a stream of video clips of both her and Jennifer's more humorous gaffs and hottest cums (still anonymous, of course), free to customers who spent a certain amount of money at the online store. This earned her high praise from Nick and Susan when they were informed of the idea. The Orgazmoretron played a big part in loosening Jamie up, while living up to and well beyond her expectation. With Jennifer operating the controls of the thing, how could it not? Jack had originally thought to simply use the demo video that the manufacturer provided, only to discover that they charged a hefty fee for anyone else to use it. They didn't even give the video away to their own customers, but rather charged them a fee to watch it. This apparently brought in a fairly decent portion of their total revenue. The issue was roughly the same with various adult films that featured the device. Those films were copyrighted, and the owners certainly wouldn't want FI showing clips of those films for free. So, FI would make its own clip, and Jamie would get to star. The device had several covers/attachments that could be mounted to the top of its padded, saddle-like shell. One was simply a rubber cover with a hump to vibrate against the user's clit. A second had the hump, plus a five inch ribbed dildo that would rotate at an angle around the inside of the vagina, hitting all of the sensitive areas, especially the g-spot. A third cover had an eight inch molded cock which did the same thing as the smaller dildo. Wanting to demonstrate the unit's complete functionality, but not cause Jamie any discomfort, they chose the middle cover. Jennifer started the camera as Jamie knelt down to lube up the dildo before carefully mounting the device, sitting just behind the dildo at first. This allowed Jennifer to film the rotation of the dildo before it was inserted. Afterwards, it would be hidden, although Jack thought that a little suggestive narration by Jennifer when she did the voice-overs for the video would keep the viewer informed as to what was going on inside. So, Jennifer filmed the phallus slowly rotating, rubbing through Jamie's lips and across her clit with each pass. When Jennifer had enough video of this, and Jamie had enough warm-up, Jennifer stopped the dildo long enough for Jamie to impale herself on it, then started it up, again. She also started the vibration going. She slowly increased both the rotation and the vibration as Jamie went from fairly calm, to looking a little worked up, to constantly moaning, her eyes closed, biting her lip, lost to everything else. A few moments later she shuddered through her first orgasm. At that point Jennifer had the knobs for both vibration and rotation at less than a quarter. Having watched a few videos of the device being used, Jack had suggested using a second camera to shoot the control box as Jennifer operated it, just to help illustrate how intense a response the device could generate at such a low setting, and how incredible it must be at higher ones. He figured he would either cut to the box occasionally during editing, or perhaps overlay it in a corner of the screen. So, for the next half hour Jennifer played Jamie like a virtuoso plays a Stradivarius, turning up the knobs a little further each time to achieve more and more intense orgasms, backing off a little after each one before building up again, with the second camera capturing each adjustment. By the time Jennifer had worked up to nearly full power, Jamie was panting in great sobs, her body taunt and covered in sweat, her fingers savagely twisting her nipples as she quivered in massive orgasm. With a final vicious twist, Jennifer turned up both knobs to max, Jamie opened her mouth in a silent scream, vibrated like a plucked harp string for a moment, then toppled off the unit. When Jack later accused Jennifer of augmenting Jamie's response with her powers, she reminded him again that she couldn't do something like that without his wishing it. Jamie's response was due simply to her sensitivity to this particular combination of stimulation, helped by Jennifer's mundane but still effective empathy as to what would send the girl through the roof. This made Jack wonder what would happen if he did wish for Jennifer to use her powers as he accused of doing. He answered his own question by figuring that the poor girl's head would probably explode. When Jamie regained consciousness, her first words were that she would like any money she received for appearing in the videos to go toward the purchase of an Orgazmoretron. When Jennifer informed Jack of this, he wished that she receive one with all the extras as a thank you from and Jennifer and him, in addition to the money she would receive from FI for her 'modeling'. -------- Near the end of the video shooting schedule, both Jamie's new-found exhibitionist streak and Jack's own courage were tested, as the last items to be shot were the two-female toys, such as the double-dildos, and the eFellatrix. With a lot of gentle but persistent coaxing, Jennifer got Jamie to agree to do the two-female toys with her while Jack shot the video, with the understanding that she would again get to approve each video before it was posted, and that she could stop the proceedings at any time if she got too uncomfortable. They started with a fairly traditional double dildo, although one in a rather startling translucent purple. A very nervous Jamie lay crotch-to-crotch a couple of feet away from Jennifer. At Jennifer's confident, kind instruction, they arranged themselves with legs spread wide and overlapping, moving closer together. Jennifer applied some lubrication to both ends of the dildo, and then calmly inserted it into herself all the way to the bulb in the middle, causing Jamie's eyes to widen. Jennifer then instructed Jamie to insert her own end and then pull it out of Jennifer and into her self until they each had about four inches inserted, with another four each between them and the middle bulb. Once that was done, the greatest challenge of the double dildo began; how can two women both enjoy it at the same time? At first it looked like this was going to be just as much of a problem for Jamie and Jennifer as it was for everyone else, as, when they both began experimentally thrusting, the dildo stayed still in Jennifer while moving in and out of Jamie. This could be just how it worked out, but Jack suspected otherwise. He figured Jennifer was clamped down on the thing in order to give Jamie all of the fun, at least initially, in order to loosen her up a bit, both literally and figuratively. And it seemed to be working. Jamie looked to be losing most of her nervousness and inhibitions as the silicone cock thrust deeper and deeper into her. Once she was fully involved, Jennifer slowed to a stop and said with a sexy pout, "You seem to be having all the fun. Let's try something. Do you know how to clamp down with your vaginal muscles?" Jamie nodded, a little of her nervousness coming back. "Ok, clamp down now, and let's do a slow thrust, in and out once." Genie Chronicles Ch. 20 This time, the dildo stayed put in Jamie's pussy while thrusting into Jennifer. "Mmmm, nice, now you relax and let's do one more." Back into and out of Jamie it went. "See how that works? Now let's see if we can get this going in a rhythm." It took quite a bit of practice, with no little bit of false starts and giggling (more material for the gag reel), but they eventually achieved a fairly decent rhythm, each of them taking turns clamping down on the strokes. They kept it going for several minutes, until Jamie announced her muscles were getting sore. They stopped, figuring they had plenty of video, if not nearly enough satisfaction. The next item looked like it might address that. It was a new item in the catalog, a double dildo held horizontal several inches off a wide rubber mat by a short, sturdy pole. Still hot and ready, Jennifer and Jamie quickly arranged themselves in a similar manner to the first dildo and mounted it. This dildo was a bit longer than the first, nearly ten inches on each side. Jennifer took her side in to the hilt, and then looked with an expectant smile at Jamie. Jamie gave it the old college try, but could only accomplish about 7 inches. Jennifer backed out until she held the same length, and they experimented. They found that both taking the dildo in at the same time worked the best, and looked pretty hot. Alternating taking it in didn't work nearly as well, regardless of looking even hotter, as the see-saw motion tended to move the dildo around too much, regardless of its stable attachment to the mat. Once they had a good idea of what worked best, they shot the video. Jennifer came a couple of times during the experimentation and shoot. Jamie came once. The last item for the night was a strap-on type double dildo. One end slipped into the fuck-er's vagina, extended up with a little knobly area to stimulate the fuck-er's clit, before sticking out of the strap-on harness as an eight inch cock. It again took a bit of talking, but Jamie finally agreed to trying the toy. When they asked her if she wanted to be the fuck-er or the fuck-ee, she couldn't pick, so they decided to let both have a go in each position. Jennifer strapped on the dildo first and gently positioned herself between the legs of a once again very nervous and self-conscious Jamie. Those emotions evaporated in about a minute, as Jennifer slowly inserted the firm rubber cock, then began a slow but insistent thrusting. Soon both girls were going at it with wild abandon, and screamed in mutual orgasm several minutes later. After recovering, they switched places. Jamie was much less sure of how to maneuver the unit, but again with Jennifer's patient instruction, she was soon pounding away with vigor. Another nearly simultaneous orgasm followed awhile later. After the evening's activities, Jack checked Jamie's tote board. He saw with a little disappointment that her interest in girls hadn't really increased any. However, he strongly suspected that she might like to play with the strap on double dildo again some time with Jennifer, just for fun. Jennifer confirmed this suspicion. Jamie did say on their way to the parking lot, a bit self consciously but with obviously sincerely, "Um, if you guys need me for anything else, just let me know." They then headed their separate ways, Jennifer applying some imaginative oral stimulation to relieve Jack's nearly blue-ball state once they got home. Jack's turn in front of the camera the next day wasn't nearly as private. It was more of a circus. He was so nervous that he actually had a bit of trouble getting an erection. A quick wish to Jennifer cured much of his nervousness, and his lack of a boner. He stripped to the accompaniment of hoots from the female employees - all of them, by the looks of it, including Alice, who Jennifer had kept her promise to - and moved to where the simulator was mounted to a black-covered table. Jennifer drove the remote personally, and gave Jack quite a ride, grinning evilly at him the whole time. She brought him right up to the edge, kept him there for awhile, and then stopped the simulator. Jack's disappointed moan was covered by the disappointed whines from the spectators. It sounded like there were even more voices than before. Jennifer held up her hand. "Never fear, that was only half the show. The other half we will do with the clear demo unit so that you can see the insides work. We will also use the stand, and let the software package run the unit so we can have video of all the products in action." Suiting action to words, Jennifer and a nervously grinning, rock-hard-nippled assistant Jamie removed the first simulator and table, and brought in the clear model on the stand. Jennifer hooked it up to Jack's laptop, aligned it with his shaft, took the liberty of magically resetting him to make sure he would enjoy the complete demo, and hit go. She had designed a rather aggressive program for him. It started slow but ramped up steadily, showing everything the simulator could do along the way, until it was aggressively licking, sucking, and nibbling him. Sensing when he was about to blow, Jennifer hit the appropriate key on the keyboard, and the software had the simulator deep throat him and swallow his copious shots of cum. His powerful blasts were quite visible through the clear walls of the simulator, and he thought he heard a few 'Ooo's' and "Ahh's' but he was too distracted to be sure. When it was obvious he was done, there was a loud round of applause, and more hoots. Jack looked up and was startled at the size to which the audience had grown, almost all women, and quite a few attractive. "Who are all these people?" "Oh, most of them are the customer support folks who work in the other office suite. You know, the ones who take the phone orders, that sort of thing. Susan thought that it might be a good idea to have them talk up the simulator when they take orders, so she invited them all in to watch, just so they'd have a better idea of what they were trying to sell. She invited everyone, even the off-duty ones," Jennifer informed him with a big grin. Jack looked over to see Susan grinning at him, too. It was a rare sight, although one getting slowly more common, and the fact that it was there, plus the wonderful things it did to her already lovely face, was enough to make up for his embarrassment. Almost. Sort of. Jack took another look at the crowd that was now regretfully breaking up, and at the hungry looks he was getting from quite a few attractive girls. Okay, definitely. "I think we have been remiss in not meeting all of the FI staff." Jennifer looked over her shoulder to follow his gaze. "Definitely." And so they finished the video shooting around the middle of the second week, slightly ahead of schedule. There was still a lot of work to do on it, though, mostly editing the clips and having Jennifer do the voice-overs. They had been slow in wishing them onto the website so far, as it would look suspicious if they appeared too quickly, especially as they had been staying late into the evenings for the last week and a half to shoot video with Jamie, and wouldn't have had time to edit and post much. Jack was really 'dreading' that tough wish-making he would have to do to get it done, and the resulting required sex. As the second week drew to a close, a couple of other minor items occurred. FI's first order from Techrotica arrived, consisting of two dozen simulators and saliva and mouthwash refills, and a dozen stands. There were also a couple of boxed copies of the user software, although they expected the vast majority of the copies to be purchased and distributed electronically over the internet. Knowing how some people were, they also ordered a few extra copies of just the software manual for folks who downloaded the software, but wanted a printed copy of the instructions. Jack had been a little offended at the initial small order. He got over it quickly, though. Nick was just being cautious, and Jack knew there would be many more, much larger orders to come. The order had been delivered freight by, surprisingly, a female driver, and even more surprisingly, a hot female driver in a black jumpsuit. The truck itself was unmarked except for the licenses, registrations, and all the other crap required for freight haulers. All of the trucking records would hold up under fairly severe scrutiny. Jennifer's anonymity powers saw to that. Similarly, she had set up Tehcrotica Inc. using a combination of those powers and her 'business degree' so that it would be very difficult for anyone to determine that she and Jack were the sole stock holders, yet would allow them to draw money from the business once FI started paying the invoices for the simulators. One other occurrence that stuck out by continuing not to occur was Jack's encounter with Marsha Jacobs, Mr. Brown's secretary at Smith and Brown. She had again been either busy or out of the office for both of Jack's visits the past two weeks, and he was starting to wonder if she was avoiding him. A quick check by Jennifer said that no, she wasn't, she was just very busy. Still, Jack couldn't complain, as the two weeks drew to a close, about the lack of interesting sexual activities. And unless he was very surprised, the remaining two weeks before their vacation, and now their trip to the adult trade show, promised to be equally 'interesting'. Genie Chronicles Ch. 21 With the completion of the video clips for Forbidden Indulgences' website, Jack had been looking forward to a couple of weeks of less strenuous work leading up to his and Jennifer's vacation. They still had the rest of the plan for FI's grand re-opening promotion to complete, as well as the packaging and marketing for the simulator, but he wasn't expecting this to require quite as much time as they had been putting in over the last couple of weeks. That expectation went out the window during the meeting on Monday to discuss FI's promotion. "Jack, I know this is last-minute, but I think we want to make a change in our promotion strategy. We always have a small booth at the trade show we will be attending in a couple of weeks, but I'm thinking about going bigger. I've checked with the organizers, and they inform me that a larger space has become available. I've put a hold on it pending what we decide in this meeting." Nick glanced at Susan, then did a small double-take. She was once again stylishly attired and coifed, and Nick still wasn't used to it. "Uh, that's great," Jack replied, a little confused, "how can we help?" "Well, the reason I'm thinking about the bigger booth is that we want to feature the blow job simulator in a big way. We think it might take the show." This surprised Jack. "But I thought you wanted to be a bit cautious about the simulator." Nick smiled ruefully and shrugged. "Well, I was, but I've been talked into being a bit more aggressive, instead," he pointed with his head at Alice, who beamed triumphantly. "And I have to admit, she makes a good case. This thing really should take the show by storm." Jack beamed back. "Sounds good to me. How can we help?" he repeated. "Well, we'll want the usual booth stuff; display, fliers, artwork, you know the drill." Jack though about this for a moment. "We already have a flier designed and at the printers about to be run that should work. I'll call them and up the order. That's easy. The booth display and artwork may be more of a challenge. I've got a pretty good specialty printer that I've worked with before. I'll give them a call. Just so you know, though, a rush job like this will be more expensive. Nick sighed and looked at Alice, who continued to smile back. "Yeah, I know. Get us the best price you can, but we want an eye-catching booth." "Will-do." Jack replied, thinking that was about all they needed him and Jennifer for. He was already planning what he needed to do, but Nick continued, "Now, about the recording video software thingy, is there any way that it might be available for the show?" Jack raised his eyebrows and thought hard for a moment before answering. "Yes, I think so. What do you have in mind?" "Well, if we could have that on hand to demonstrate, I'm thinking not only will it draw a bigger crowd, but it would help to attract the 'talent' we are looking for to record the video scenarios. Many of the ladies, or at least their agents, will be at the show." "Ah! That sounds like a great idea. I'll push the inventor to make sure we get a copy of the software ASAP. It might not be the final version, but it should work fine for the show. I'll even see if we can get a couple prototypes of the 3D glasses, and maybe even the ejaculation sensor." Nick's eyes lit up at the mention of the glasses. "That would be great! Would there be a demo video to run on them?" "Sure," Jack said, and then hesitated before asking, "Um, I've never been to one of these shows before. How much, uh, stuff, really goes on?" Nick frowned. "What do you mean?" "Well, would people come to be booth to experience a real live demonstration of the simulator, or..." "Oh," Nick grinned, "no, even at this type of show, that wouldn't be allowed. At the booth, we could show the simulator in action on a demo cock, just like you did when demonstrating it for us. We could also show the demo video you shot for the website. A demo of the 3D glasses would also be great at the booth. "However, private demonstrations have been known to be arranged. You know, for the media folks, especially the various men's magazines who will have people there, and even some of the more mainstream media outlets. Also, some industry folks, things like that." Jack nodded. "I see. Well, we should have no problem getting some juicy demos for the show. One thing you guys will need to buy, though, is the video equipment for the recording software, and a high-end PC workstation on which to run it." Nick groaned and rolled his eyes heavenward, then looked shrewdly at Jack. "Is there any way our inventor friend might foot half the bill for the show? He stands to gain quite a bit from this too, after all." Jack returned the look for a moment, and then said. "I don't know, but I can go call him, if you want to take a little break." Nick nodded. "Do it." "Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes." Jack stood and left the meeting room. Where are you going? Jennifer asked silently. Out to the car to 'call him'. Jack did go sit in the car, thinking, for an amount of time he figured to be about the right for the phone call. When he returned, he said to Nick, "Here's what he is willing to do; he will provide all the simulator product to be used for show..." Nick looked a bit disappointed, obviously wanting more. "... equal in amount, at wholesale cost, to what FI is paying for the show. That's booth space, promotional materials, etcetera. It doesn't include travel, hotel, food and expenses." Nick's eyes had gone wide. "Well, that is generous. That could be..." he did some quick figuring in his head, "a couple hundred simulators, Jack." Jack nodded. "Yep. He figures that if you are going to be giving private demonstrations, it would be more appealing to let the folks use new ones, rather than ones that had already been used by someone else, no matter how clean they are. So, you'll have a bunch to give out. Maybe enough to have a drawing for a few, too. He is also going to send several more of the clear demo units to use in the booth. Oh, and he will forgo his licensing fees for any software that is given out at the show." "What do you mean?" "Well, if you want to give out some copies of the user software, or preferably coupons to download the software for free from the website, you can without having to pay him for the licenses of those copies. As a matter of fact, he suggested giving out coupons to everyone for a free download of one of the video simulations we would normally charge for. He figures that, if all these guys know that they can go download and experience a blow job from their favorite adult star or whoever â€" once they are available, of course - it will be a great extra incentive to buy the simulator. " "Wow, that is very generous, Jack." Jack shrugged. "Well, he has NO reservations about his product, and figures that this investment will be well worth the buzz that the show will create, and the resulting sales." "I hope he's right." They went on to discuss a few more details, and then broke up to start putting their plans into action. Jack and Jennifer went back to their 'office' for Jack to make a few phone calls to the various printers, and to do a little planning of their own. Late in the morning, they stopped by Susan's office so that Jennifer could invite her to lunch and then shopping again, this time for the video equipment. Susan accepted with the caveat that she really didn't know anything about what they were shopping for. Jennifer assured her that she did, so Susan could just bring the credit card, and have fun flirting with the guys at the electronics store. Susan blushed, but didn't object. "What are you going to do, Jack?" she asked, instead. "I'm going to grab a sandwich and keep working on the designs for the booth displays. We have to get those to the printers as soon as possible." "Okay. We'll be back." The booth artwork they had discussed was to be stylish but fairly simple, so that was easy for Jack to design. The blow-ups of the simulator, its box, FI's logos and several other items to spice up the booth took longer. He worked through the afternoon, pausing briefly to check out the girls' spoils. He really wanted to play with the toys they had brought back, but refrained, and by the end of the day he had almost everything finished and sent to the printers. He just hoped they could get it done in time to ship to the show and arrive before it started. The next morning Jack did get to play with the new toys. He and Jennifer spent the morning setting up the video cameras and PC workstation, and installing the recording software. After lunch they would test it out. Jack intended to do it privately first, but Jennifer smiled naughtily and asked him a silent question. His eyes widened for a second, and then he grinned, shrugged, and nodded. Once everyone had returned from lunch, Jennifer stuck her head into Susan's office. "Susan, can we borrow you for a few minutes. We need another person." "Sure." Susan followed Jennifer back to the remote corner of the warehouse where the photo booth was set up. She noticed that Jack and Jennifer currently had the front of the booth mostly enclosed, except for a small gap to one side where a small table was set up with the recording workstation. "Uh, this may be a bit of an odd request, but we need you to watch the screen while I, um, give Jack some 'oral stimulation'. We need to make sure the software is receiving the information ok, and we figured you might not mind too much since you have already seen Jack 'orally stimulated'." She pouted, "We can't go through a whole blow job, only to discover that the software didn't pick up anything, and make him go through another blow job, now can we?" "Oh... ok." Jennifer grinned and pointed to the computer screen, "You don't need to do anything, just watch the timeline here and make sure stuff is filling it once I start." She pointed to a different part of the screen, "Also, watch the video in this little window to make sure that all of the action is visible and centered. It will look a bit odd, as that camera is set to night vision in order to pick up the little infrared reflectors on me and Jack." Jennifer stepped into the booth, and it was only then that Susan noticed Jack, nude from the waist down, with a partial erection. He grinned self-consciously and waved. Jennifer knelt in front of him and started applying small sensors to her neck, jaw, and cheeks. These were attached to very fine wires that led to the table where Susan sat, joining the rest of the mess of cables attached to the workstation. Once the sensors were attached, she licked Jack's cock playfully a few times until it was fully erect, then took it between her lips and bobbed her head a couple of times. Jack looked over at Susan and asked in a slightly unsteady voice, "Anything?" She had been distracted from watching the screen, but looked down quickly to find the timeline blank. "Um, nope, nothing on the timeline, although the video looks like it's centered ok." Jennifer frowned, and then carefully crawled over and under the table. A few seconds later there was a slightly muffled "Ah ha!" Susan heard a click, some rustling, and was shocked to feel something brush against her erect and now somehow bare shaft. As Jennifer crawled out from under the table with a smirk and an, "Ok, I think everything's set up properly now," Susan felt the now-familiar sensation of a simulator performing its initial 'user familiarization'. She couldn't easily stand or move away from the table without completely exposing herself and risking getting entangled in the equipment under the table and around her. That, plus her utter state of shock, kept her rooted in place while the unit 'familiarized' itself with her, and Jennifer crawled back to kneel in front of Jack. Jennifer gave the simulator a few seconds to finish, then began licking Jack's cock again, this time completely unnecessarily. Susan gasped. Jennifer looked at her and grinned wickedly. She then turned her full attention to Jack, parting her lips and slowly sucked him in to his root, knowing the simulator mimicked her actions perfectly, automatically taking into account Susan's smaller size. She bobbed her head slowly, sucking strongly and swirling her tongue. When his cock head began to part her lips on its way out, she would open her mouth to circle her tongue around his sensitive crown before recapturing it with her lips and sucking him back in again. Part of the reason for this trial was to test the recording of all the different inputs the simulator was capable of reproducing, so Jack eventually felt Jennifer transition to a familiar and somewhat tormenting form of stimulation; as she withdrew, she scraped her top teeth lightly along his shaft until they stopped under the ridge of his helmet. She then bit down a little more firmly as she swirled the tip her tongue along the ultra sensitive underside of his cock head for a moment before swallowing him again. While Jack had a love/hate relationship with this technique - mostly love, as the stinging, intense stimulation was incredible pleasurable, with just a little 'hate', as it usually heralded a long period of the intense yet teasing stimulation with no release - but Susan had never experienced anything like it. She wasn't very successful in stifling a loud gasp and moan. Luckily and unluckily for them both, Jennifer didn't keep this up for long before returning to the more traditional suck and swirl. The goal wasn't a marathon blow job session, but rather a good test of the recording system, and Jennifer, with Jack's permission, had already needed to prolong Susan's endurance just a bit. Otherwise, she would have already cum from the combination of this unique blow job - both personal and simulated at the same time - and the excitement and fear of being discovered. So, Jennifer bobbed her head relentlessly, sucking strongly and swirling her tongue along the bottom of Jack's (and, effectively, Susan's) cock, until they both blew into tight throats as they were deep-throated. Unbeknownst to Susan, but caught by Jennifer and relayed silently to Jack, there was one spectator. Jamie had been taking any opportunity she could to pass by Jack and Jennifer's office and the photo booth that morning, hoping to catch something interesting going on. She'd witnessed Jack and Jennifer setting up the video equipment, and although that in itself wasn't really interesting, it sure looked like it promised something interesting later. When she returned from lunch, she struck gold. She arrived just as Jennifer was beginning her blow job in earnest. Noticing that the booth was set up to give some privacy, she felt a little guilty, but not enough to prevent her from ensconcing herself where she could watch unseen. From her angle she could not see what was happening to Susan - and Jennifer, after a silent wish from Jack, would have prevented it in any event - and just figured Susan was really into what was going on in the booth. Jamie couldn't blame her, as her own hand was quite busy inside her unzipped slacks. Only when the show was over and Jamie figured she should beat a hasty and quiet retreat before she could be noticed did she leave a small telltale sign of her presence, a hint of movement visible from the booth. Susan didn't see it. though, as she was much too distracted. She looked offended, angry, confused, appreciative, and still-partially aroused, all at the same time. Jennifer walked over to her whispered for a moment in her ear before discreetly crawling under the table to move the simulator and rearrange Susan's skirt. Susan stood, most of the offense and anger gone from her face, and fled. Is she ok? Jack asked silently. She'll be fine. That was definitely pushing her a bit, but that's the only way to get her out of her own boundaries. She wants to loosen up, but she's having a hard time doing it on her own. Okay. So, what'd you whisper in her ear? Jennifer grinned, I promised her we would get her a copy of that little performance and the user software so she could enjoy it in privacy until such time as I am able to give her the real thing. Wow. You really are pushing her. Jennifer shrugged and continued to grin, then repeated, She'll be fine. Jack sighed. Well, you know best. Now, what was that you said about Jamie watching us? -------- The rest of the week was spent taking care of the thousands of details, big and small, that needed to be addressed before they traveled to the show, a process made more stressful due to the fact that all the tasks had to be performed on such short notice. Friday morning dawned looking very iffy; there was a lot of stuff that had to happen before the end of the day, more than looked possible. Everyone worked incredibly hard, though, and, with the help of a couple of strategic and imaginatively worded wishes by Jack, everything got done. They even received a call from the printers late in the afternoon while they were in a quick review meeting. The printer informed them that everything was ready early, and that a courier was on his way to deliver it. "Whew! That's a relief. Thanks, Jack, for getting that pushed through." Nick said. "No problem." Jack replied with a smile. "Alright, that's one big checkmark on my list. We just need to make sure that stuff ships out with everything else Monday morning. Speaking of which, what's the status of the demo simulators, Jack?" "That whole shipment is going directly to the convention center. It will arrive Thursday morning and be there waiting for us in our booth area, just like the stuff we are shipping from here. We will simply need to put the simulators in the printed box sleeves when we get there." "Great! Now, how do we stand on simulation scenarios, both for the booth and the private demonstrations?" "Well, we will have a pretty incredible blow-job scenario, complete with 3D video, for both the booth and the private demonstrations. We will also have a couple non-video scenarios, perhaps one with audio only. Susan also had the interesting idea of setting up a 'recording booth' at the party, where VIP guests or whoever can go in with their significant others and record their own scenarios, which we could then give to them burned to CD. The edit would be very rough, but it would still be a cool souvenir. That would mean shipping all of the recording equipment there, though." "That sounds like a great idea! Can we do it?" Jack shrugged and gave a lopsided grin. "Well, we still have all the boxes from when we unpacked the video cameras and workstation last week. We'll just box 'em back up again. That reminds me, though, what is the schedule for the show?" Nick looked at the ceiling as he ticked off on his fingers, "We fly out Thursday morning and set up Thursday afternoon and evening, depending on how long it takes. We show on Friday until five, and hang out on Friday night. We show again on Saturday, and have our party on Saturday night. Technically the show is open on Sunday morning, too, but most folks sleep in and pack up on Sunday." "Well, Jennifer and I are still scheduled to fly back fairly early Sunday morning. Someone else will need to pack up the recording equipment. Will that be a problem?" "Uh, huh. Staying long enough to have fun, then leaving the rest of us to clean up, eh?" Nick teased, and then said more seriously, "No, that shouldn't be a problem. We'll have some help in setting up and breaking down. That brings us to the next thing on my list, though. Where we do need some help is manning the booth." He looked at Jennifer. "I don't suppose..." Jack and Jennifer had been discussing the trade shows he had attended in the past, mostly of the IT and consumer electronics kind, so Jennifer was able to say with some knowledge and in mock indignation, "You want me to be a booth babe?!" Genie Chronicles Ch. 21 Nick in turn put on airs of complete sincerity and obsequiousness as he replied, "Well, I can think of no one more attractive or better qualified than you and your new best friend, here," he pointed with his head across the table at Susan, "To man... er... woman, the booth." "Hey, wait a minute! How did I get included in this?" Susan protested, but Jennifer was now grinning. "Oh, come on, Susan. Let's do it. It'll be fun." "I don't know," Susan looked decidedly unconvinced, "and where will you guys be while we are getting slobbered over?" "We'll be there too, of course, although you know it will be mostly guys in attendance, and guys won't want to talk to other guys about getting simulated blow jobs." Susan sighed heavily. "Yeah, you're probably right. But we'll need more than Jennifer and me. I'm not standing in that booth all day long for two days." It was Nick's turn to sigh. "True. They have a service, sort of a 'Rent-A-Booth Babe', but they wouldn't know anything about the products, especially the simulator..." he trailed off in thought. "What about Jamie?" Jack asked. Nick and Susan looked at him thoughtfully as he continued, "She knows most of your products well, and we can get her up to speed on the simulator." Nick and Susan looked at each other. Susan shrugged. "It might cost us a bit more, but she would do a much better job than someone who has never seen the simulator before. We could get one or two of our customer support folks who want to work a few more hours to cover for her while she's gone." Nick nodded. "Okay, if she wants to go, we'll take her." "Unless you'd rather take Alice?" Jack said with a straight face, and got the expected 'Ewww!' expressions at the thought of a plump little old lady trying to talk about blow jobs, or rather in this case, attendees actually listening to a plump little old lady enthusiastically talking about blow jobs. Nick said with a grin, "Actually, we invited Alice to go along, although not exactly as a 'booth babe.' She declined, saying she would remain here and mind the store. She says her bridge club is planning a trip there later in the year." "Bridge, my ass," Jennifer muttered with a smirk. Jack almost asked her what that meant, then thought better of it. -------- Jack had requested the honor of asking Jamie if she wanted to go, so after the meeting he found her behind the desk in the reception area, just getting ready to go home for the day. "Hey, got time for a quick question?" "Sure. What's up?" She replied with a smile, a somewhat hopeful-looking one. Jack figured she wouldn't be disappointed. "How many slinky dresses do you have?" She looked at him with a confused expression. "Uh, a couple, I guess. Why?" "Well, get 'em out and dust 'em off, because you'll need them for manning the FI booth at the show next week." Her eyes grew round. "What? I get to go to the show?!" Jack grinned. "Yep, if you don't mind manning the booth with Jennifer and Susan. They..." He was interrupted by a squeal from Jamie as she flung herself around him in a fierce hug. He blinked his eyes in surprise for a second, and then wrapped his arms around her slender torso to hug her back, a not entirely unpleasant experience. He released her, a bit regretfully, when she loosened her grip. "I'm sorry. I was just so excited. If Jennifer saw..." "Saw what, you wrapped around my boyfriend?" Jennifer interrupted with a friendly smirk as she joined them. Jamie turned crimson. "I'm SO sorry," she stammered, "I was just so excited..." Jennifer adopted a look of profound disappointment. "You mean you weren't going to ride him here on your desk?" Jamie stared at her in openmouthed surprise, obviously unsure of how to reply to that. Jennifer grinned and reached out a finger under Jamie's chin, closing her mouth with an audible 'clop' of teeth. "What Jack was getting around to mentioning to you was that if you want to go, we will need to work with you on a couple of things. Most importantly is getting you more familiar with the simulator and all its accessories. That can wait until tomorrow, though. Tonight, Susan and I are going shopping for some appropriately hot booth babe attire. Want to go with us?" "Uh, sure!" Jamie replied, starting to look a little overwhelmed by recent events. "Great! Meet us at the mall at seven, in the food court." "Uh, okay. See you then." She headed toward her car, still looking a bit stunned, but quite happy. Jack turned toward Jennifer. "Looks like another bachelor's night for me." She looked at him like he had a screw loose. "Didn't you just hear what's going on? There are going to be three hot women trying on dresses designed to tent men's pants. Are you really saying you want to stay home and play video football?" Jack stared at her for a moment. "You are absolutely right. What the hell was I thinking?" -------- Monday morning, after a long hard fuck, Jack and Jennifer arrived at FI only slightly late. The morning sex, in addition to quite a few long and infinitely less mundane rounds of sex over the weekend, took care of most of the remaining hard-on that the women had enjoyed giving Jack while modeling various dresses Friday evening. Apparently Jennifer and Susan had come up with some way to hide Susan's most unique attribute, as the dresses she modeled were just as slinky as the others'. Jack had become slightly concerned that, while their booth was now certain to draw a crowd, no one would pay any attention to the actual products. They arranged for someone to cover for Jamie at the front desk for the day, and she joined Jack and Jennifer in their 'cloffice', as Jack had started to call it. Jamie had been in attendance for Jack's video shoot with the simulator, but they didn't feel like that was nearly enough exposure to be able to talk it up at the show. A much more detailed training session was in order, "... and we'll use a real cock for it!" Jennifer announced, grinning cheekily at Jack. Both Jack and Jamie looked at her in surprise. "It's only fair, Jack. You have seen her experience many more orgasms than she has you." Jack was embarrassed at the idea, but this did not prevent him from stiffening quickly. So, after a token protest or two, just for form, he found himself stripped from the waist down again, simulator on its stand with mouth open, ready his cock. Jennifer proceeded to train Jamie on every aspect of the simulator, and thus indirectly, on giving a blow job. As it turned out, the girl had very little experience giving head, having only sucked off one or two equally inexperienced and thus quite appreciative guys. Jennifer and Jamie took turns with the remote control as Jamie learned the techniques the simulator could perform, and then how to sequence them together into blow job scenarios. Her embarrassment evaporated into fascination and arousal as she orally stimulated Jack by proxy. Jack's embarrassment evaporated as he watched the concentration and arousal on her pretty face as she played, and then his legs got weak as she got better and better at it. Finally he had to lie down and reposition the simulator over him after taking a quick break to cool down and pull back from the brink. While he was resting, Jennifer decided to switch the simulators for a clear one, and then had Jamie program in a scenario from scratch as a 'quiz.' They let the program run, and Jamie watched in satisfaction as the stimulator sucked and licked Jack to orgasm, then swallowed his strong jets of cum as his hips made small thrusts. She beamed in triumph, then her smile took on a bit of embarrassment again as she realized what she had just done to Jack. Jennifer patted her on the shoulder. "Very nice. Wasn't that very nice, Jack?" "Uh," he cleared his throat, "yes, very nice." Jack answered as he stared up at the ceiling, recovering. "Thanks," Jamie said quietly, blushing. "Okay," Jack cleared his throat again, "why don't we take a quick break, then we'll show you the user software. We won't need me as a test dummy for that. All you really need to know is how the basic user interface works versus the remote control, and how to use the time line and save and open scenarios. We'll also look at the advanced interface a little, just so you know in general what it's capable of." After the break they worked with the software until lunch, and then went out for Chinese. Once they returned, Jennifer adopted a thoughtful expression. "Jamie, you've gotten pretty good at creating a simulated blow job, and you obviously enjoyed watching me give Jack a real one the other day, so how would you like to give him one for real?" It took Jamie a second to realize what Jennifer was referring to, at which point she turned crimson and stuttered, "I didn't!... I mean..." Jennifer interrupted her with a friendly smile and a shaking finger, "Don't bother denying it, young lady. I saw you leaving your hiding place the other day, and I'd bet your panties were wet for the rest of the afternoon. So, how about it? Wanna blow Jack?" Both of them were now looking at Jennifer a bit disbelievingly, Jamie also still looking fairly mortified at being discovered. What are you up to? Jack asked silently. Trust me. Always. But... what are you up to? Jamie, meanwhile, didn't look like she was quite ready to so casually perform a sex act with Jack, so Jennifer continued, "Here's why I'm asking; for the show we will have a full oral scenario with the works; 3D video, audio, everything. We will also have a recorded scenario only, no video or audio. Now we need something in the middle, a scenario with audio only." "Why audio only? How would sound help." Jamie asked. Jennifer smiled a naughty smile. "If done right, it can help in lots of ways." "But, why me? You know I don't know much about giving a, uh, blow job." "That's what makes you perfect. We'll already have two blow job scenarios from a fairly experienced performer. Having a scenario where a girl is learning to give her first blow job would fulfill quite a few guys' fantasies." It took a little more convincing by Jennifer, but Jamie finally agreed. Jack sure wasn't going to refuse, so they set up the recording equipment and placed the reflective markers on Jack and Jamie, and then the sensors on Jamie. Jennifer mysteriously suggested that they set it up so that Jack was once again lying on his back. Jack looked her with narrowed eyes, suspicious, but she just grinned enigmatically. He shrugged, and they did as she suggested. Jennnifer explained to Jamie, "We have the equipment set up to record audio, but no video except for the camera doing the motion capture. Now, there are a couple of rules. The first is; no hands. The simulator doesn't have hands, so everything you do must be mouth only. Second; I'm afraid you will need to swallow, or at least finish orally and spit. Again, no hand stroking to finish the job. Jack has been a naughty boy several times over the last forty eight hours, including due to your talents earlier today, so there shouldn't be too much to cope with. Is that ok?" Jamie shrugged. "I swallowed the last time I did it. It was a little gross, but not too bad." "Okay. So here's the plan. I am going to talk you through giving Jack a blow job. Just follow my instructions." Jamie frowned at Jennifer. "Won't that sound weird on the tape? Are you going to edit that part out?" Jennifer just grinned her secret smile. "Trust me." Jamie shrugged, and then positioned herself over Jack at Jennifer's direction, looking a bit self conscious. As Jack looked down at Jamie's nervous but aroused expression, he was pleased and thrilled to find that Jennifer's promise to him, made soon after he had released her from her vessel, was holding true; while the number of his sexual encounters and sexual partners, both real and fantastic, had increased unbelievably since her release, he still found himself anticipating each new sexual adventure and participant with equal if not increasing excitement, and this went doubly so with Jennifer, herself. Now, he found himself looking forward the touch of Jamie's lips on his cock just as much as he had anticipated his very first touch of a girl's lips. Perhaps that was part of his current excitement; the chance to relive receiving a girl's (almost) first blow job? On the other hand, he was glad to know that he certainly should have a longer fuse than his first time. The poor girl had gotten a face full of cum before either of them knew what was happening. He had tried to repay her as best he could by clumsily but effectively eating her to two tongue aching orgasms. Jennifer started the software recording, and then in a low, sensual voice began instructing Jamie on how to blow Jack. At first it was predominantly what not to do - don't actually blow, cover your teeth until you know what you are doing - while occasionally stopping Jamie's hand as it drifted unconsciously to try to grasp Jack's cock. After awhile, though, the instruction changed to what to do to give Jack greater pleasure, including how to try to suppress her gag reflex in order to deep-throat him. As Jennifer predicted, Jack was enjoying the experience of Jamie learning to give a great blow job, and thought about asking Jennifer to magically prolong the experience. He realized, though, that she couldn't do that, as the guys running this scenario later wouldn't have their own Genie to do the same thing. What she did instead was to include several small breaks in the action while she explained something in detail to Jamie in her sensual voice, giving Jack a chance to recover a bit. These breaks would remain in the recorded scenario, giving others the same opportunity. Jack couldn't last forever, though, and eventually he was pumping into Jamie's eager mouth as Jennifer gently encouraged her to swallow every drop. Jamie did, and then said, "Hey, his isn't gross at all." Jennifer grinned, "Nope." They stopped the recording, made sure everything was captured, and then Jennifer said, "Alright, here's my idea. I didn't go through this before because I didn't want it distracting you, Jamie. We present the scenario like this: Jack is your hunky older brother. I am your experienced older sister. Early one Saturday morning you come to me asking about sex. The conversation turns to giving blow jobs. I know that our brother was out late last night, and nothing will wake him from his coma for a couple more hours, so I suggest that we go experiment on him. "That would be the setup for the scenario, fleshed out and erotically written, with the person experiencing the scenario playing the part of the older brother. I will probably narrate that opening setup for the guy to listen to before the scenario starts, and end it by saying something like, 'but we only thought you were asleep. You were actually wide awake, keeping your eyes tightly closed, trying to stay as still as you could to fake sleep, as one sister teaches the other how to give you the blow job of your life' or something. That's why I talked the way I did during the recording, and that's how a scenario with only sound can be very erotic." You are a very imaginative, very naughty girl, Jack complemented her silently. Meanwhile, Jamie was saying, "You're right, that's pretty hot! But what about my voice? Can't it be recognized?" Jennifer smirked. "If you'll go back and listen, you'll find that I phrased everything so that you didn't say a word. The only sounds you made were a few 'um-hmms' and slurps." "Oh." "Now, if you approve, we'll use that as a demo at the show. We will also be giving out coupons at the show for a free download of one pay scenario for any attendees who receive or later purchase a simulator. We can make this scenario we just recorded a pay one, and anyone who doesn't have a coupon and wants it will have to buy it. You will get a portion of that purchase price." "Really?" "Yep, if you approve the scenario, and approve its posting as a pay scenario. You will also have to fill out some paperwork with Nick or Susan, I think." "Awesome!" With Jamie's approval, they had the three demo scenarios promised to Nick, although when Jack and Jennifer had decided to include an audio-only scenario, Jack figured he and Jennifer would just record one with a few extra slurping sounds and 'do you like that, baby?'s thrown in. Jennifer never ceased to amaze him. By the end of the day Monday, pretty much everything had to be done so that it could be sent on its way in time to meet them at the convention center on Thursday. This gave everyone a couple of days of calm before the storm, although Jack kept fairly busy. The following Friday was once again the last of the month, so Jack made arrangements to pick up Smith & Brown's pricing file early on CD, which he would then use to update their website on Friday from the internet connection in his hotel room. He had informed all of his other clients of his vacation a couple months ago, and then of his additional time out of town as soon as Nick had notified him four weeks ago. This did not prevent them from all coming to him two days before his departure with vital things that had to be done before he left. He performed the items he recognized to be truly vital, and informed the appropriate clients that the rest would have to wait until his return. Some complained, and he politely reminded them of how long they had know about his departure, how long they had obviously been holding these 'vital' jobs, and suggested that next time they not wait until two days before he left to ask him to do them. The rest of his time was spent between packing for two trips at the once, and of course a fair amount of Genie-powered sex. Jack was surprised at just how long it took for a Genie who could magically create her clothing to pack, but by early Thursday morning everything was ready, and a somewhat excited Jack and a very excited Genie headed for the airport. Genie Chronicles Ch. 22 Jennifer squealed and grabbed Jack's hand as the jet accelerated down the runway, pressing them back into their plush leather seats. Jack grinned at her and shook his head in affectionate amusement. She had grown so comfortable in the little world in which they had so far spent most of their time - the apartment, Forbidden Indulgences' Offices, the shopping and dining areas they frequented - that he had forgotten she was still very inexperienced in his world. Her little world was left as they approached the airport, and Jennifer once again became fascinated with new surroundings and experiences. Jack had flown enough that it was now a chore rather than an adventure, but Jennifer's adorable enthusiasm was infectious, both to him and anyone else who got near her as they arrived at the airport, checked their luggage, and boarded the plane. She was especially delighted at the first class treatment they received after boarding; the free champagne, the steamy towels for their faces and hands, even the wide, comfortable seats themselves. Jack, enjoyed it, too, but was mildly disappointed to find that his streak of less than attractive flight attendants continued unbroken. He wasn't sure where the fantasy of the hot stewardess was being maintained, but it sure wasn't on his flights. He wasn't too upset about it this time, though, as he had the most beautiful woman in the world in the seat beside him. On the other hand, if her current distraction as she commented excitedly about things getting smaller and smaller while staring raptly out the window was any indication, it looked like their joining the membership of the mile high club might have to wait. He didn't want to interrupt her adventure, and there was always the flight back. Once they were above the cloud layer and she couldn't see much out the window, Jennifer turned her attention inside the cabin. It was like flying with a little kid - a full grown, stunningly beautiful, incredibly sexy little kid. She had to do and play with everything. When he made the observation of her childlike nature out loud, she took great delight in turning it a bit blue by whispering suggestively in his ear things like, "Daddy, will you rent me a pair of headphones so I can watch the movie?" Their breakfast was served on real china and with real silverware. It was still airline food, but Jennifer enjoyed it nonetheless, as she did the movie, even though it was chopped up to fit the time allowed by the flight and to remove anything remotely sexual or offensive in case kids were watching. Jack fiddled on his laptop for that part, having little interest in the film, even had it been uncut. A little while after the movie ended the captain announced the beginning of their descent, and that they would be landing in about twenty minutes. Jennifer looked at Jack with wide eyes. "Isn't the landing the most dangerous part?" He looked back a bit skeptically. "Uh, yeah, I guess." "Will you hold me, Daddy? I'm scared." "Um, sure." "Goody!" Jack couldn't figure what she had in mind until she stood as much as she could beneath the overhead bins above her window seat, grinned, and turned to plop in his lap. "I'd really feel much safer if I can sit in your lap while you hold me, Daddy. Do you think anyone will object?" "Nah, no one should object, or even notice," Jack said reassuringly while thinking the same thing to her as a request. "Thank you, Daddy!" She squirmed enticingly in his lap, molding herself to him. The seatbelt magically wrapped over both of them, clicked into place and tightened, holding her ass snugly against his crotch. His cock, which had begun to harden as soon as her perfect, denim-sheathed butt touched him, quickly became uncomfortably stiff when she reached down, grasped his wrists and wrapped his arms around her to hug her body tightly to him, his hands crossed on her chest to squeeze her breasts. "Mmmm, I feel almost safe enough, now, but I think I need one more thing to make me feel really secure." Jack gasped softly as he felt his cock shorten enough so that it could point upward in his jeans, then lengthen again as invisible fingers guided him through a patch of now-ethereal fabric and into her tight passage. Once he filled her completely she gave a contented sigh/moan and said "That's perfect." Jack couldn't agree more, as her wonderfully talented and not quite human vaginal muscles started milking him slowly but strongly from root to tip. She did a little something different this time, though. In the past when she had used this method, she would milk him from bottom to top, then start at the bottom again. This time when the contractions reached his tip, they traveled back down. Jack stifled a moan. After a few minutes of this treatment, Jack decided that he wanted to return a little more attention than just the boob fondling they were currently both enjoying. There was no way he was going to get fingers anywhere near his target with her legs held tightly closed by the seat belt, but a quick silent wish had an invisible mouth tonguing and teasing her clit, regardless of the fact that it was currently sandwiched between her inner thighs. She moaned, "Oh, Daddy, you are always so good to me." Their silent and immobile copulation went completely unnoticed by the flight attendants as the ladies began making their preparations for landing, even when Jennifer's stillness was broken by the shudder of orgasm. Once she was motionless again, Jack remembered an ability he hadn't used in awhile, and shortened his cock until it almost pulled out of Jennifer's pussy before lengthening it to fill her again. This time her moan was almost a growl, "Oh, yes, Daddy, fuck your little girl." And he did. It was once again a trilling and intensely erotic experience; sitting calmly, completely relaxed, while his cock pistoned forcefully into her. The only evidence of what was happening to her as the stewardess leaned over to politely raise and lock their trays in their upright positions was a small grunt and rise of her body against the seatbelt, causing it to bite deeply into her thighs each time Jack 'thrust'. Jack wasn't sure if it was pure chance or by Jennifer's doing, but as the wheels screeched down on the runway and the plane shuddered with the combined forces of spoilers and brakes working to slow it down, both of their bodies went rigid in orgasm, Jack holding Jennifer tightly to his chest. As the plane's shuddering subsided, so did their own, and as it taxied toward the gate they relaxed and caught their breath. "So... are we members of the mile high club now, or not?" Jack asked. She looked over her shoulder, grinned, and shrugged. Her passage, still hugging his decreasing shaft, gave him one more milk for his last drop of cum causing him to twitch sharply, before gentle, invisible fingers tucked him back inside the re-substantial front of his jeans. The plane rolled to the gate and the chime sounded as the fasten seatbelt light extinguished. Jennifer released the belt and hopped up, giving Jack an up-close view of her magnificent ass, also once again encased in substantial denim, with nary a wet spot. He bit it lightly, earning an equally light protest, before they grabbed their carry-ons and deplaned. There was no one else from the FI contingent on this particular flight, as Jack had requested Jamie book them from a different airport a couple of hours closer to the beach. It meant getting up earlier and driving a couple of hours that morning, but it also meant a couple of hours less driving on Sunday, when they were sure to be worn out. So, not having to wait for anybody else, they immediately headed toward baggage claim to pick up their luggage and then on to catch a shuttle to the Arabian Nights Hotel and Casino, a huge complex on the southern half of the Strip. All the FI folks were staying there. It looked to be an incredible place, but seemed an odd choice, as it certainly wasn't the closest hotel to the convention center. Jennifer professed complete innocence to this suspicious pick of hotels before Jack could even mention it, and it really didn't matter, as there were several quick transportation options between the hotel and the convention center, including a recently completed monorail. Their shuttle deposited them at the grand entrance to the hotel's lobby, and as they walked through the revolving doors, this time it wasn't only Jennifer that was gawking. The lobby was magnificent, capturing the grandeur of what one expected from a sultan's palace. It was all a commercial collection of stereotypes, but none the less impressive and captivating. Just as captivating were the hotel personnel. Almost everyone was at least attractive, if not stunning, with the bellhops and attendants in silky balloon pants and vests, and as they moved through the casino and other entertainment areas, the cocktail waitresses and other female employees in skimpy Genie costumes that would have gotten the old TV show pulled immediately. There were definitely some belly buttons showing, here. They checked in and gawked their way meanderingly to the elevators. As the doors closed, a particularly sultry and captivating 'Genie' padded by the elevator and smiled at them. "We've got to get you one of those outfits. I have been terribly remiss in not allowing you to dress in your native attire from time to time," Jack said. "Your wish is my command, Master," Genie said with an enigmatic smile, suddenly clothed in an outfit that made the one they had just seen look like a little girl's cheesy Halloween costume purchased from a discount store. Jack ogled her stupidly as a bulge appeared in his jeans. The bell chimed to indicate their arrival at the requested floor, and Jennifer was clad once again in jeans and cotton blouse as the doors opened. She led the way to their room with Jack following behind, catching a fleeting whiff of jasmine perfume while watching her hips sway before him as if they were mounted independently from the rest of her delectable frame. Their room was nice, although nothing extravagant. It was tastefully done in the expected decor, with large king-size bed, awesome view of the strip out the window, and a multiple-head shower in the bathroom. They were supposed to meet everyone in the convention center in the early afternoon, and it was already noon, so Jack asked that Genie do her slowing time trick to allow them a refreshing and playful shower. They then grabbed a quick sandwich in the hotel's huge shopping 'Bazaar' before hunting down the monorail stop. Once the train rolled smoothly from the station, Jennifer was once again plastered against the window, Oooing and Ahhhing at one fantastic hotel after another. She would point them out excitedly to Jack as they passed, repeating "Can we go there later?" for almost every one. Jack figured it would take roughly a week to explore everywhere she pointed. He had to admit that he was almost as captivated as she was, though, and said, "Just wait until you see the Strip at night!" The monorail eventually veered away from the Strip towards the convention center, and Jennifer's comments decreased with the more mundane view passing beneath them, but didn't stop completely until they exited the monorail at the convention center station. Her enthusiastic running commentary was silent for all of four or so minutes, the time it took to make it from the station, past security and onto the convention hall floor. Then they were both rubbernecking again at all of the booths being set up while at the same time trying to locate their own spot. Jack had a map, but it was hard to follow with so many of the booths not set up yet that might be used as landmarks. They finally found it, though, and received a surprise as they cheerfully greeted everyone; one more beautiful woman than was expected. Nick introduced her, "Guys this is my girlfriend, Cassie. Cassie, this is Jack and Jennifer, of whom you have heard me speak so much." They shook hands, and while she greeted them cheerfully enough, she seemed to be a bit reserved. She also looked a bit familiar to Jack, but he couldn't place from where. He thought as much to Jennifer. Jennifer looked at Cassie for a moment, then thought back, That's because you haven't watched enough of her DVDs on our bookshelf, yet. Huh? Oh! She's a porn star? Was. Retired. And Cassie wasn't the name she used. Jack was distracted from further questioning by Nick gathering up everyone to start unpacking. Jack quickly reviewed boxes to make sure everything had arrived, and then they started popping them open. Cassie was standing off to the side, looking a bit lost. She asked Nick what she could do, and he shrugged. "Just relax, hon', I think we have everything covered." This didn't seem to please her much. Jack had begun unpacking the simulators in their plain brown boxes after locating the glossy printed sleeves that would go over them. He put one sleeve over a box, admired his design work for a moment, and then said, "Cassie, I could use a little help, if you aren't busy." "Sure." She came over. "What do you want me to do?" "Would you mind putting these boxes into the printed sleeves?" He showed her what he needed. "Okay." She took a sleeve and a simulator, but then got distracted for a few minutes reading the product info. Jack took the opportunity to surreptitiously check her out. She had long bleached-blond hair, a voluptuous figure, and deeply tanned skin that was just starting to show a few sun-wrinkles around her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. All in all still a beautiful woman. A quick check of her tote board showed a bit of a surprise; while her experience was high across the board, as would be expected, her interest in sex was fairly low. The two of them worked together for awhile getting the various products ready as Nick, Jennifer, Susan and Jamie worked on the rest of the booth. Cassie asked several questions about the simulator, out of 'professional interest' Jack supposed, although her interest seemed genuine. They went on to chat about things in general before she said out of the blue, "You know, don't you?" Jack looked at her in confusion. "Huh?" "You recognize me. I can always tell." "Oh. Yep." She sighed in resignation. "Might as well get it over with. Go ahead." "Go ahead and get what over with?" "The ones who recognize me always have questions. I'm sure you aren't any different. Go ahead and ask them." "Uh." Jack knew what kind of questions she meant, and truth be told he was curious about a few things, but he knew he could always find those out through Jennifer. So, he thought for a minute then asked, "You look a little sad. Is anything wrong?" It was her turn to look confused. This was obviously not the type of question she had been expecting. "I do?" Jack shrugged, "Yeah, kinda." "I don't know why. I can honestly say I'm the happiest I have ever been." "Oh? Well, that's good." Jack paused, "But are you as happy as you can be?" She frowned at him for a moment, then her frown turned to one of anger. "Look, I don't know what you are implying or suggesting, but I am very happy with Nick, and..." Jack put up his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm not suggesting anything, and I'm sorry if I offended you. You DID tell me to ask questions." They worked silently for awhile, until she said softly, "I'm sorry. It's just that folks seem to expect someone in my profession - previous profession, now - to be always ready for sex, with anyone who looks halfway decent, or even with a group. And there are girls that are. I was, for a little while. But I finally got tired of it, and it just bugs me, now." Her eyes lost focus as she looked off in thought. "Maybe I am a little sad, in a way. I don't regret anything I've done. I enjoyed most of it, and wouldn't change anything. It does have an effect on any normal sex life, though. Anyone that tells you different is lying. What I love about my relationship with Nick is the intimacy, the connection. He's a wonderful, caring lover, but with the physical sex, well, I guess I've just lost something along the way." Her eyes refocused on Jack. "I can't believe I'm telling you all this." Jack grinned. "You confidence is safe with me." He then frowned in concentration. "If I understand you correctly, you have a great relationship with Nick, except for the physical sex side of things, as you have become a bit... desensitized or numbed to the experience?" She looked surprised. "Well, yes, that's a very good way to put it. Not physically numbed - I can still cum at the drop of a hat, one of the things that made me so popular - but it just doesn't thrill me, anymore." Jack nodded sagely. "I think I understand." She looked at him skeptically and snorted. "You think so, huh?" Jack grinned, "When I was young, we had this awesome pizza place near our house. The pizza was my favorite thing to eat, hands down. My parents got sick of me asking to go there whenever we went out for dinner. As I got a little older and had a part time job, I spent almost all my extra cash there. It took awhile, but I finally got tired of the pizza. It was just as good as always, and we would still go there on occasion, but I no longer craved it. Only after being away for several years for college etcetera did some of my craving for that pizza return. I have to go get one whenever I visit my folks." "So, you're saying... what, that if I abstain for several years my love of sex will come back?" Cassie asked continuing to look skeptical. Jack chuckled. Meanwhile, a little scheme solidified in his brain. "Well, no, not exactly. Or yes, it might, but that isn't what I suggesting. Jennifer is a pretty good hypnotist..." I am?! Tingle. Oh. "... and she might be able to help, sort of accelerate the process. Maybe make it so that you still remember your sexual adventures, but that they seem much more removed, remote, perhaps even seeming to have happened in a different life. In that way, your drive for physical sexual interaction might return, augmenting the intimate relationship you have with Nick." She still looked unconvinced. "That all sounds good, but some of the girls are really into that hypnotism stuff, and I have never seen any evidence that the crap works, other than to empty their purses and perhaps allow the hypnotist to cop a feel." She gave a small smirk, "Although Jennifer wouldn't need to hypnotize me to do that. I must admit that she does get my nipples hard a bit." She apparently realized that this might not sound good in regard to her relationship with Nick, as she looked Jack in the eyes and continued as her smirk grew, "Nick's said that he has no problem with my fooling around with women, as long as he at least gets to watch." Jack grinned back. "Jennifer and I have a similar agreement, so maybe we can arrange something, some time." He continued, "But as far as the hypnotism goes, this would be different. Jennifer wouldn't charge you, and it really is quite effective. Can I ask you another personal question? Have you discussed this with Nick?" "What, that I love being with him, and making love to him, but that the purely physical part of sex doesn't thrill me much, any more?" At Jack's nod, she replied, "Oh, sure. He understands." She smirked again. "And besides, just because the physical sex doesn't do so much for me, anymore, doesn't mean I've stopped enjoying giving a good blow job." Jack raised an eyebrow, then replied, "Still, I bet the results of what Jennifer can do would improve both your sex lives. If you agree, Nick can be there to make sure nothing questionable happens. Or, if you would like for it to be a surprise for him, we can video tape the session and you can watch it immediately afterward to know exactly what we have done." Genie Chronicles Ch. 22 "You're serious, aren't you? You really think she can help me?" Jack smiled reassuringly. "Absolutely. No thinking required." She looked at him for a long moment, then nodded nervously. "Nick has talked a lot about you two, and about all the surprises you spring, but that he trusts you guys. I guess I will, too. When?" "When is good for you?" "The sooner the better, before I chicken out." "With Nick, or without?" "Hmmm. Well, it would be a nice surprise, I guess, if it works as well as you say." she mused. "That should work better, actually. It looks like we'll be finished up here by late afternoon. I'll grab Jennifer at some point and let her know what's going on. When we get done, you and she can run to our room with the video camera. Give Nick some story about you guys going off to do something, and then I'll ask him to peruse the floor with me. We'll follow you after giving you plenty of time to finish." "Okay," Cassie replied, still looking uncertain, but a bit excited, too. They completed preparing the simulators and accessories, then split up to help the others. Jack joined Jennifer to set up a display. They bumped into each other a couple of times as they maneuvered around, but it soon became obvious that Jennifer was intentionally and more and more overtly rubbing him with butt and chest. After a particularly outrageous ram with her bumper, Jack staggered and laughed, "What are you doing?!" She looked at him innocently. "Didn't you tell Cassie that you were going to grab me? How big an opportunity do you need?" "Ah! So I did. I have been quite remiss." The resumed their work, and as she continued to nudge him with tit and ass, she received a good grab or fondle each time. They also quietly discussed Jack's plans for Cassie. True to Jack's predication, they finished prepping the booth around four thirty. Nick told everyone they could go, but to meet in the hotel lobby at seven, as FI would treat everyone to dinner. Jennifer and Cassie had gotten their heads together briefly, so Cassie told Nick that she and Jennifer were going to take care of a 'girl thing', and she would meet him in the room in time to get ready. Jamie had already skipped off to explore, but Susan looked after the two ladies, probably a little hurt that they didn't include her in the 'girl thing'. Jack went over to her and said, "They aren't excluding you. Cassie just wants to talk to Jennifer a little in private. You know how easy Jennifer is to talk to. Now let's go look around a bit and bug Nick about having a girlfriend. Did you know he had one?" Susan brightened, and nodded her head. "Sort of. He's fairly mysterious about his personal life, but he's made a few comments in passing. I don't know anything about her, other than she seems very nice, and very pretty." "Yep. Nick and I will be the envy of everyone at dinner, what with each of us having two of the most gorgeous women in town, one on each arm." Susan smiled and blushed mildly at the praise. Jack wrapped his arm around her waist in a friendly fashion and bumped her hip with his as they walked. "So, will you be my date?" he asked in a goofy voice. Susan's smile widened into a big grin. "I'd tell on you, but I have a feeling Jennifer would just say we'd make great bookends or something. I think I'll have a fight from Jamie for the position, though. She seems rather taken with you here of late." It was Jack's turn to give an embarrassed smile and a shrug. They caught up with Nick, and Susan peppered him with lots of questions about Cassie. He just grinned a lopsided grin and gave mostly unspecific answers as they meandered around the hall. When Susan stopped to check out a partially-assembled display that looked to promote some sort of odd looking vibrator, Nick sidled up to Jack and said quietly, "You know, don't you?" Jack laughed at the echoing of Cassie's earlier question, drawing a questioning look from Susan. He just shrugged and pointed at Nick with his head. She looked at both of them suspiciously for a second before going back to her perusal. "Yeah, I recognized her." "I figured as much when you guys were talking earlier. You didn't grill her did you? She hates that." "Nope. We actually didn't talk about it much at all. We did discuss the simulator a bit. She seemed impressed, and expressed an interest in seeing it in action. So, I'm assuming that you haven't mentioned it to her?" "No. We don't talk about my work much. Or hers, for that matter. I'm really surprised she came out here with me, actually. I think it's the opportunity to see a few of her friends living here that got her to come. She's going to visit with them while we are at the show." "Gotcha. Good thing I didn't ask her if she was going to help as another booth babe." Nick nodded emphatically. "A very good thing. I should probably mention to Susan and Jamie not to ask her, even in jest." Nick frowned for a moment. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention her previous profession to anyone else. She isn't ashamed of it, and doesn't mind discussing it with friends, but she doesn't like the big deal everyone makes of it when they find out." "I understand. I have to ask you though, how does one get an ex-adult film star as a girlfriend, and is it everything one might imagine?" Nick gave Jack a quizzical and slightly exasperated look. "You, with someone as 'Jennifer' as Jennifer is, are still curious about that? Why the hell do you care?" Jack shrugged. "I'd be letting down all warm-blooded guys everywhere if I didn't ask." Nick rolled his eyes. "Well we met at one of the last promo things she did, for her last video. We just sort of hit it off. She later said it was because I talked to her like a 'pretty girl I wanted to get to know better', rather than a 'human fuck toy' while she was surrounded by larger than life size photos of herself, mostly naked. Shortly after that she retired, and we've been dating ever since. We care deeply for each other," Nick looked mock-sternly at Jack, "and all I'm going to say in response to you second question is that it is much more and a little less that one might imagine." Jack laughed again. "Fair enough. I'm happy for you both." "Thanks. Now, what's this 'girl thing' she's gone off with Jennifer about? I get the feeling they are up to something." "Well, I can't speak for Cassie, but that could be said of Jennifer at pretty much any time. You should know that by now." Nick chuckled. "True. And knowing both Jennifer and Cassie as I do, I guess whatever they're up to will be interesting." -------- Cassie admired Jennifer's flowing mane of deep red hair and perfect figure a bit lasciviously, a bit jealously, and a bit professionally as Jennifer moved with an unconscious and easy grace around the hotel room. Man, Cassie thought, she could name her own price... "Okay, all set." Jennifer pulled up a chair in front of Cassie and sat. "Ready?" Cassie nodded nervously. Jennifer held up a pendant on a long chain and started swinging it slowly. "Just relax. Watch the pendant and listen to my voice." Cassie thought this was awfully hokey, but couldn't resist becoming captivated by Jennifer's low, sensual voice and the swinging pendant. What was that on the face of it, a lamp? When Jennifer said, "I'm going to count slowly from ten to one, and before I am finished you will be in a deep, relaxed sleep," Cassie thought lazily, yeah, right. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five..." Cassie's eyes drifted closed, and then popped open again. Uh, huh, she knew this wouldn't work. She sighed sadly. "Sorry, I guess I'm just not a good candidate for hypnotism." Jennifer grinned at her. "Actually, you were a perfect candidate." She reached over and stopped the video camera that had been recording the proceedings and hit rewind. Cassie frowned. "What do you mean 'were'?" "We're done. Everything went great." "Huh? You didn't do anything, you just counted down from ten, and that was it." "Oh? And what's the last number you remember?" Cassie blinked in confusion for a moment, "Uh, five, I guess." "Well, I counted down to one." "... oh. I see. Well, did it work? I don't feel any different." "Are you sure? I know from earlier that you love how Nick holds you, kisses you passionately, makes slow love to you." Jennifer sat on the bed beside Cassie's chair and continued in a softer, once again sensuous voice. "But now how do you feel about his sucking your nipples, flicking them lightly with his tongue before kissing his way slowly down to your pussy and spreading your lips with his tongue, licking teasingly between them, his licks getting excruciatingly closer to your clit. His tongue finally touches, and you jump and moan at the contact. He slowly licks the entire length of his tongue repeatedly against your most sensitive bud, while a long finger slowly pushes inside you and starts to fuck..." Jennifer went on for several moments, until her sensual monologue finally made Cassie say "Stop!" She panted, her nipples obviously diamond-hard beneath her blouse, and looked at Jennifer in wonder and a little apprehension. "What have you done to me? I haven't been this excited and horny since the homecoming king drove me to make-out park after senior prom!" "Only what we said I would do. Here, look for yourself." Jennifer held out the video camera, which had the small foldout color screen extended, and pushed play. The sound from the camera's small speaker was a bit tinny, but perfectly audible. "... four, three, two, one. You are now in a deep, relaxed sleep, and ready to receive my instruction. When you awake, you will not remember what I tell you, or even that you have been asleep, but the instructions I give to you will remain in effect unless and until I again put you under and change or remove these commands." Jennifer paused. "From now on, all of your sexual experiences before you met Nick will seem as if they happened in another life. You will remember them vividly, but it will be almost as if they happened to someone else. You will start your sexual life anew, as excited about the experiences ahead as you were for your very first time, yet with none of the anxiety or apprehension, since you will have all of you memories, experience, and knowledge to draw on..." The actual hypnotism was all complete bullshit, of course. The change in Cassie as Jennifer was describing had been accomplished by a wish made by Jack, with another putting her to sleep while Jennifer spouted the mumbo jumbo, then waking her again. Cassie watched the little on-screen Jennifer reach out a hand to gently cup sleeping Cassie's right breast and run a thumb around a quickly hard nipple. Fully awake Cassie gave a mostly amused, mildly offended "Hey!" as Jennifer smiled and waved at the camera while she continued to fondle before leaning over to whisper for a few moments in sleeping Cassie's ear. This earned a much more offended "Hey!" As the on-screen Jennifer said," I will now count from one to ten, and at ten you will waken feeling fully refreshed and relaxed. One..." awake Cassie protested, "You guys said that I could trust you! What was that you whispered?" "You can trust us. I did that in full view of the camera. I didn't try to hide it in any way. It was just a little fun, a couple of gifts for you, and for Nick. If you don't like them, then I can start the recorder again and put you back under to remove them." "Gifts? What gifts?" "Well, the first happens when you hear this word..." Jennifer leaned over and whispered in Cassie's ear. Cassie gasped and then moaned, as she immediately felt more sexually aroused than she could remember ever feeling in her 'previous life'. She writhed in her seat, her hands continuously making fists as they ached to maul a tit, savagely pinch a nipple, flail a clit, and mercilessly finger-fuck a pussy. It was all Cassie could do to prevent them from ravaging her body, or reaching out to grab Jennifer's face and bury it in her own already dripping pussy, or... and then she knew it was more than she could do. Very soon she would be absolutely powerless against her own desire, and would be unable to resist doing something. She had a brief, fevered thought that only some very strong restraints tied to ankles and wrists might stop her, and that thought in turn both horrified her that she might actually be put in a position where she couldn't get any relief, and sent her arousal rocketing to even greater heights at the idea that she might be put in a position where she couldn't get any relief. Jennifer whispered again, "And the second is this word..." Cassie's body stiffened, then convulsed violently in orgasm. Jennifer reached out to pull her gently onto the bed before she could fall out of the chair, and then held her as Cassie continued to shudder and quake through the intense experience. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, until she finally came down enough to where she could grunt loudly for a moment, and then pant as her shudders eventually subsided. She looked at Jennifer in wonder as she gasped for breath. Jennifer said, "It is your choice. I can remove these 'gifts' now, or at any time you wish, or change the words that trigger them. Or you can keep them to give to Nick, or anyone else, whenever you desire. I think you will agree, though, that they should not be given lightly, as they will hold a fairly great sway over you, and should only be told to someone you trust completely." Cassie nodded, still looking at Jennifer in awe. -------- Cassie made it back to her and Nick's room just in time to hop in the shower before Nick arrived. The satisfaction from her recent mega-ton orgasm was all that kept her from jumping him and making them very, very late for dinner. Thus they arrived at the lobby right on time, Nick a bit mystified but thrilled about his girlfriend's all-around happier attitude, completely unaware of his impending 'doom' at the hands of a now virginally-horny woman with the knowledge and experience of a porn star. They decided to travel up the strip a ways to the World of Hollywood restaurant, where they Ooo'd and Ahhh'd at all the move props and memorabilia while they waited for their table. They enjoyed an entertaining and slightly raucous dinner, and then decided to walk back down the strip to try to catch some of the free outdoor shows that several of the hotels put on to attract spectators, which hopefully would turn into gamblers. Their timing was good, and they caught both a pirate battle and an incredible, humongous fountain display on their leisurely walk back. Even Jamie, with her younger energy, was exhausted by the time they entered the lobby, and as they had to get up bright and early for the show the next morning, everyone agreed to call it a night. Genie Chronicles Ch. 23 Chapter 23 Although Jack was sorely tempted to explore the possibilities of Jennifer's Genie costume from earlier in the day, he was tired enough that they went to bed upon returning from their stroll down the strip after nothing more than a bit of cuddling. They were therefore fairly well rested when they headed to the convention center Friday morning. Only in this town could they travel on the monorail at this time of day, Jack dressed in a stylish suit, Jennifer in a stunning royal-blue full length dress whose iridescent fabric hugged her every curve, and not attract much notice. Everyone's eyes were glued to Jennifer, true, but the dress was superfluous. Arriving at the FI booth, they found Susan looking delectable in a dress equally as stunning as Jennifer's, and Nick looking decidedly worse for wear. Jack grinned. "You okay, Nick?" He grunted, and then muttered so only Jack could hear, "What the hell did Jennifer do to my girlfriend?" Jack's grin widened. "Who knows what goes on between women when they are doing 'girl things'? Why, is there something wrong with her?" "Well, no. She's, uh, great, happier than I have ever seen her, in fact. She just about fucked me to death last night is all. She's never been like that before." "And that's bad?" "Hell no! It's just, like I said, she's never been that way before, and..." he tapered off and shrugged. "Do you want her to go back to the way she was?" "No, I just don't know if I can keep up with her if she stays like this." "Ah, so now is dating an ex-porn star everything one might imagine?" Nick wearily shook his head, but grinned. "You have no idea." Then he looked over at Jennifer, already surrounded by a crowd of admirers, easily holding her own. "Actually, you probably have a very good idea. How are you not dead from sexual exhaustion?" Jack slapped Nick on the back. "It's just like any other strenuous activity, my friend, you have to work up some stamina." Nick groaned, but his dread wasn't very convincing. Jack laughed, but then thought he should ask Jennifer a couple of questions, just to make sure things would go as desired. First, though... Anybody grabbed your ass, yet? Nope, I'm too quick for them, plus I'm succeeding in keeping my back to something most of the time. Need me to make a wish to keep them off you? Not yet, but thanks for the offer. I'll let you know. Okay. What about Susan? She's been through this before, although not quite in this capacity, and not dressed nearly as hotly as she is today. She's holding her own. Well, let me know if she needs some help, too. I will. Can we discuss Nick and Cassie for a minute, or will that be too much of a distraction? -------- Her mental snort was a bit derisive. Have you forgotten I am an All Powerful Genie Servant, Oh Master? Not for a second. Did Cassie really almost 'fuck Nick to death' last night? Jennifer took a moment to answer a question from an attendee and to gather the info to answer Jack's question before replying, She rung him out pretty good, but he enjoyed every second of it. He's just tired and grumpy now from being kept up half the night. Well, is he going to be able to keep up with her, and satisfy her, in the long run? Hmmm, well it could be a bit of a challenge, stamina wise. However, what with the combination of the intimate relationship they share, and her renewed love for physical sex, she should be pretty happy. Well, what say we make them both very happy. Let's have Nick's stamina increase quickly so that he can keep up with her, maybe even give her a bit of a challenge. Also, all this 'aerobic' activity should tone them up a bit, make them healthier, even erase some wrinkles. None of that should happen so quickly that it seems too unnatural, though. Sound good so far? Tingle. Yup. Done. Okay, now is Nick's... equipment sufficient for her needs? Well, it will be, once she is 'toned up' down there, assuming you want to include that. I do. -------- Nick's and Susan's hopes, and Jack and Jennifer's expectations, were met; the booth, manned initially by Susan and Jennifer, was a hit. Nick's prediction that no one wanted to talk to guys about blow jobs was also correct; he and Jack were ignored as much as possible by the guys hoping to talk to Jennifer and Susan. So, after arranging the eager attendees into a queue around the back of the booth, each one waiting for a chance to receive a demonstration from the two lovely ladies, Jack took on the roll of support gopher. First, though, he convinced Nick to return to his room to take a nap, as Nick wasn't doing much good to anyone at the moment. Susan was scheduled to work the booth until two, and could handle any issues or questions that came up. There were three main stations at the booth. The first displayed a clear simulator clamped to a cutaway of a 'table' mounted at eye level, and was run with the remote. It was intended to show the capabilities of the basic simulator as it came out of the box. Jack would guide in three or four attendees, and Jennifer would give a short and concise demo of what the unit was, and was capable of. That group would then go to station two, 'manned' by Susan. The second station consisted of a black simulator on a simulator stand with accompanying demo cock, a PC LCD monitor, and several pairs of 3D glasses. The monitor showed the simulator software running a loop of a portion of a blow job sequence and the accompanying video- a masked woman giving a blow job - also looping in a small on-screen window. At the same time, the simulator was reproducing the oral sex loop on the demo cock. Susan would explain in general what the software did, including how it worked with the 3D glasses and ejaculation sensor. The attendees could take turns wearing the 3D glasses, which were also showing the video loop. Once Susan's little spiel was done, she took questions about the simulator, and about Forbidden Indulgences itself and their other products, a few of which were also sprinkled strategically around the booth. She was also tasked with handing out invitations to anyone she determined should be invited to the party on Saturday night, but hadn't been sent an invite ahead of time. It had been decided that the demo simulators would be handed out at the party, one for each invitation. Once the attendees were finished with Susan, they could move on to the third station, which was for the most part unmanned. It consisted of a non-functional black simulator, clamped down and locked in place, that folks could check out, plus several clear simulators behind Plexiglas, mounted on simulator stands and with accompanying demo cocks. The remotes for the clear simulators were available for attendees to use to test drive the units. These simulators were in different positions, showing that the stand could be used while standing, sitting, or lying down. Jennifer quickly took over the duty of bringing in her small groups, allowing Jack to roam the booth, giving out the coupons for a free scenario download and forms to fill out for a drawing for several free simulators, plus performing a little crowd control when attendees lingered in the booth too long. The show was open from eight AM to five PM Friday and Saturday, so each of the girls would work the booth for six hours each day, leaving two of them working at all times. On Friday Susan was scheduled from eight until two, and Jamie from eleven until five, which meant that Jennifer's six hours were split up, eight to eleven and two to five. Jamie showed up promptly at eleven, and Jennifer motioned for her to take over the first station. Jamie looked very nervous, so Jennifer gave her a few quick whispered pointers. "Remember, you are in charge. Don't take any crap. If someone gets frisky, don't hesitate to put them in their place. If you need to, call for help, or security. Jack and I will stick around until Nick gets back, so don't worry. Now, let's bring in this next group. I'll do it, and you watch, then I'll help while you do one." Jennifer wound up supporting Jamie through a couple of groups until the younger girl had the hang of it and looked more confident. Jennifer then relieved Susan long enough for her to take a bathroom and soda break. It was just before noon when Susan and a much more rested-looking Nick returned to the booth. "I'm sorry guys. I should have been here at eleven to relieve you," Nick apologized. "No problem. We would have needed to stay around for Jennifer to get Jamie up to speed and relieve Susan for her little break, regardless. Besides, it looks like the extra hour did you good. I think we're going to go get a bite of lunch and wander around a bit. We'll be back at two," Jack said. "Okay. Have fun." The food court at the convention center was surprisingly decent, and Jennifer chose a salad while Jack got some fast hibachi Japanese. Their fellow diners made for a somewhat surreal lunch-time environment. The men were for the most part dressed normally, but many of the women were in a wide range of clothing or costume, from glamorous dresses such as Jennifer's to skimpy bikinis, from glossy leather dominatrix to nothing but strategic splashes of paint. It was tempting to spend their entire break simply people-watching. Jack brought up the tote board on several attendees, but stopped before long. The range of things he saw on the tote boards was even wider than the costumes, some very interesting, and some a bit disturbing. They decided to wander the floor not long after. As they began strolling, Jack had a bit of a flashback to the time he had experienced his first visit to Forbidden Indulgences' world of adult toy distributorship. Like that experience, attending an adult industry trade show was just about what you would expect it to be. There were booths selling adult DVDs, dildos, bondage equipment, and every other type of naughty item imaginable. And of course every booth had at least one babe, scantily and or provocatively dressed. None were as beautiful or tastefully hot as the three in the FI booth, though, Jack noted proudly. When he thought as much to Jennifer, she gave him her special smile, then accused him of being just a bit biased. One of the last booths they passed on the way back was that of the Orgazmoretron folks. It was drawing nearly as large a crowd as their own, and as they walked slowly past, it became quite evident why. Several lovely young ladies were riding the saddle-shaped devices on a small stage, writhing and moaning orgasmically. Only when looking closely could one tell that they were wearing skin-tight body suits that matched their skin tones, rather than being actually nude. Are they really...? Yep, for the most part. That brunette in the middle is hamming a bit, but that hot little oriental screaming on the left is about to pass out. Isn't that...? Well, the body suits get them past the rules of the hall, barely. They are using the vibration function only, so there is no penetration, and while the display of ' actual live orgasms' is bending things a bit, the only complaint the organizers are likely to get at this point is if they try to stop this. Yeah. I'm certainly not complaining -------- After watching for a few more minutes, they returned to relieve Susan. In addition to working their own booth, Nick and Susan had the task of touring the show to buy for the rest of FI's catalog, and to seek some willing ladies to help start fleshing out the library of blow job scenarios for the simulator. So, after Susan ran to the ladies room to change out of what she had begun calling her 'fuck-me' dress and into something more comfortable, she headed off to grab a quick lunch before hitting the floor. Nick would do most of his work on Saturday. Jack told both of them to make sure to walk by the Orgazmoretron booth when they had the chance. Things went smoothly for the rest of the afternoon, with Jennifer easily slipping into Susan's station and Nick hovering nearby to handle the invitations. The show was not open to the public, so the crowd was mostly industry professionals and media folks, and was fairly well behaved. There was a certain percentage of attendees that either rode in on the coattails of legitimate visitors, or misrepresented themselves in order to gain attendance, but they were the minority. In a show of this type a certain level of lasciviousness was expected and tolerated, but anyone overstepping the boundaries, legitimate attendee or not, quickly received a warning. No second warning was given, the offending party was simply escorted from the hall after their pass was revoked. Thus the ladies only had to put up with a moderate amount of harassment. The most common question they received was if they had recorded any scenarios for the simulator. Jennifer's response was to give a sexy, enigmatic smile and tell them that there was only one way to find out, then direct them to Jack for the free scenario coupon. Jamie adopted the tactic of putting on an innocent expression and saying something like, "Oh, no, I've never even, you know, done that to a guy." The inevitable response was an offer to teach her, to which she would reply with a coy smile, "I'm sorry, but I already have a teacher in mind." At the time she had left for the floor, the best Susan had come up with was a polite "No." Entrance to the show was stopped at four thirty, and hall attendants started shooing attendees out shortly after five. By five thirty, the hall was pretty much clear of the crowd, and the FI contingent was gathered back at the booth. Nick was all smiles. "Great show so far, guys! I think we're definitely a hit. Susan said our crowd looked to be the biggest of the show, and I've overheard several folks say they plan to go on-line and order their simulator tonight! So, as a thank-you for all your hard work, and the hard work coming tomorrow, dinner is again on us. Plus, the show organizers have worked out a special deal for vendors to get discount tickets to the new Sun Circus show, so I've reserved one for each of us." This announcement was met with enthusiasm from everyone, until Nick added, "Now, this particular show is, appropriately enough, a new adult-oriented one. No one under eighteen is allowed in." This announcement dampened everyone's enthusiasm not one iota. Nick rubbed his hands together, "Okay, then, I'm buyin', so I'm pickin'. We have reservations at the Far East restaurant in the Hotel's Bazaar at seven. The tickets are for the ten thirty show. See you guys there!" With that, they locked down the booth for the night and headed for the monorail and back to the hotel. After the customary grope-filled shower, then a rush to get dressed and ready, Jack and Jennifer were only slightly late to the restaurant. A smirking Jamie and Susan greeted them at the table. The smirks only grew when Nick and Cassie rushed in a few minutes later. The restaurant offered an atmosphere and menu that was a conglomeration of several Eastern and Arabian countries, with a bit of fiction thrown in for good measure. No one complained, as the food was exotic and delicious, and their seating arrangements on comfortable cushions around a low table offered them a great view of the entertainment. There were rope climbers, snake charmers and belly dancers, all of whom were quite talented. The dancers were all beautiful, of course, and were able to do things with hips and bellies that Jack didn't think were physically possible. As the dancers' movements were based on age-old dances intended to entice and arouse, though, he wasn't too concerned about what was physically possible. Nor, by the rapt stares from everyone else at the table, including Jamie, was anyone else. Can you do that? Jennifer gave a theatrical mental snort. Amateurs. Really? Then why are your nipples rock-hard? Jennifer shrugged slightly as a smile pulled at the corners of her lips. Well, I didn't say they weren't _talented_ amateurs. After dinner they made their way across the strip to the hotel that proudly featured the Sun Circus show in a custom-built venue. They retrieved their tickets from the will-call window, and then found themselves with about forty five minutes to kill. Susan and Jamie headed for the slots, while Jack and Nick searched out the lowest minimum-bet Blackjack table they could find. This being a Friday night in a casino with a popular show, the minimum was still pretty high, and Jack tried for a moment to come up with a way to use Jennifer's power to his advantage, but couldn't think of anything sexual enough. He thought briefly that perhaps just the stunning one-two punch of Cassie and Jennifer would be enough to throw the dealer off, but no luck. The guy was a pro, able to deal normally and ogle the ladies. Still, it appeared that having Jennifer at his side provided at least some good luck. He left the table roughly even, versus his usual losing miserably. Nick left a bit ahead. Jack grumbled good naturedly that the dealer must prefer blonds. They all met back at the theater's entrance and went to find their seats in the large theater-in-the-round. Jamie and Susan seemed unusually giggly, prompting Jack and Nick to raise an eyebrow. Cassie leaned over and murmured, "I think someone took advantage of the free drinks at the slots." "Ah," the guys chorused. Jack had not been to a Sun Circus show before, but he had heard enough about them and seen enough clips on TV to know that this one started similarly to most, with a few performers coming out before show time to entertain the audience. In this case, though, it was also to titillate the audience, as their antics were often suggestive, when not downright dirty. At one point a clown made up as a lothario came near their table and make a great show of noticing Jennifer and swooning at her beauty. She regarded this with amusement, then shot a quick look at Jack. He shrugged and thought, Go with it, if you want. Have some fun. With that began an outrageous pantomime between the two, culminating with the lothario kneeling before an imperious Jennifer, lavishing kisses on her high-heeled feet. This was viewed with great delight by the audience that could see what was going on, and lots of standing and craning of necks by the audience who couldn't, quite. It was a bit hard to tell, but the lothario seemed to also be quite enjoying this unique bit of audience interaction, although for all Jack knew this sort of thing happened to the guy every night. As the lights began to dim to signal the beginning of the real show, the clown stood and presented Jennifer with a rose bud as a loud round of applause broke out from the surrounding tables, not the least of which from her own. Jennifer smiled, blushed slightly, and brought the bud to sniff it delicately as she regained her seat. The show began with an artistic, somewhat surreal, and breathtaking acrobatic routine that was the trademark of the Sun Circus shows. This time, though, the performers were completely nude except for very brief thongs that matched exactly their skin tones. Jack thought that this wasn't that much different from the normal shows, where many of the acrobats wore such form-fitting leotards that they appeared almost nude, anyway. He figured that this fact was part of what inspired the adult version in the first place. They probably figured that enough people were fantasizing about their performers anyway, they might as well go the extra step and make some money off of it. Jack quickly discovered, though, that all of the acts weren't regular Circus acts simply performed in the nude. The next act featured identical twin young women 'wearing' nothing but long strips of scarlet cloth. They would dance and twirl, and suddenly be bound tightly together in a very suggestive position. They would just begin to perform the erotic act that their position suggested, then suddenly twist to be free again before binging themselves into an even more suggestive confinement. By the end of the performance the audience was very aroused, and very frustrated, as was intended. Genie Chronicles Ch. 23 The next several acts were of the acrobatic variety, but still quite hot, as the performers bodies were all very attractive. Then came an act that looked to be more of the same, but quickly turned into something else. It was a lone woman on stage, slender and beautiful, completely nude and completely hairless from the neck down, with only a chair. She proceeded to bend and contort into incredible positions while lying on the floor, sitting in the chair, or balancing on the chair's back. Her act as a contortionist was incredible, but it soon became apparent that her positions were not only that of incredible flexibility, but also very interesting and unique potential sexual positions, if only she had a willing and erect partner. It was interesting to watch this realization spread throughout the theater as men shifted in their seats or crossed their legs. Can you do THAT? Jennifer studied the girl for a moment. Yeah, she said thoughtfully, that's pretty impressive. That would definitely take a wish. Well, don't let me forget to make it some time. Oh, don't worry, I won't. And so it went for the rest of the show, a mixture of erotically charged acrobatic skill, and the purely erotic. During much of the latter part of the show, Jack noticed Jennifer and Susan in frequent whispered conversation as they watched the goings-on. Finally Jack asked, what are you two whispering about? I'll tell you later, was all she would say. Once the show was over, they repeated the previous night's leisurely walk back, this time necessitating walking a ways down the strip to use the crosswalk over the still-busy strip, and then back up to their own hotel. For most of the trip Jennifer, Susan and Jamie walked a little ways behind Jack, Nick and Cassie, their heads together, emitting the occasional giggle or gasp. Cassie looked back at them as she walked arm in arm with Nick, then grinned at Jack. "If I'm not mistaken, that looks like trouble for you." "Yeah." Then he asked Jennifer, NOW what are you up to? Oh, nothing, came the obviously outrageous lie in response. It was after one AM when they returned to the Arabian, so everyone again said good night and headed for their rooms. From the gleam in Cassie's eye, it didn't look like Nick would be going to bed any time soon, and he looked both happy at the prospect and miserable at the price he would have to pay in the morning. Once they were back in the room, Jennifer donned a pair of long, dark green silk pajamas, whose voluminous folds did nothing to hide her sexiness, especially where the supple fabric lay over the top curve of her breasts, and just hinted at the bump of nipples. She came over and sat in Jack's lap. "I think the combination of the evening's erotic activities and a little bit of alcohol has Susan just about ready for a little tryst with me. May I go seduce her?" This unexpected request got Jack's dick hard so quickly he was surprised that it didn't project her off his lap. She grinned. "May I take that as a yes?" "Yes. Can I watch?" Jennifer shrugged nonchalantly as she rose gracefully from his lap. "Sure, although you might rather relive the up close and personal replay later?" "What do you mean 'up close and personal'?" She returned to straddle his lap and lean over to whisper in his ear, her long russet hair tickling his cheek and chest, "Well, you could always experience it as me." "You mean experience what you experience?" "Um, hmmm," she hummed softly in his ear. Jack was having a hard time concentrating, and Susan was in great danger of having to wait for some other night. "Well, why do it as a replay, why not as it happens?" Jennifer continued her whispering. "For one thing, I'm sure that she will want me to suck her cock, and I don't know if you want to experience my doing that part. If you wait until later, I can edit out the icky parts you wouldn't want to relive," she said this last teasingly, as it to a child, then rose again, much to Jack's disappointment. "So I get to sit in here with a hard on for the rest of the night?" "Silly boy," she said as she padded toward the door, hips and ass doing interesting if barely seen things beneath the glistening loose green fabric, "a fantasy is only a thought away. I'm sure you will think of something to take up your time," and with that she padded out the door. Jack only had a few seconds to contemplate what fantasy he might experience to pass the night before there was a knock at the door. He frowned. "What, forget your key?" he called out as he walked over to open it. He looked at where he expected Jennifer's face to be, then had to look down a few inches to look into Jamie's instead. She was also clad in silk, a royal blue gown that ended at mid-calf. This fabric, too, suggested wondrous treasures beneath as it hugged her slender, ripening curves. Jack enjoyed a second to take this all in, and then looked into her face; a very, very nervous face, he now noticed. "Uh, hi. Um, Jennifer said, uh, you might need a little company to, um, help pass the time." "Oh, she did, did she?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow. You are a wicked, wicked woman, he thought silently to Jennifer. Jack wasn't sure how you thought a throaty, wicked chuckle, but that's what he heard before she replied, Thank you. He suddenly realized that Jamie was out in the hall in nothing but a gown, and ushered her in, closing the door behind her. He turned to find her standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed protectively over her chest, looking anywhere but at him. She looked so miserable, he almost had to laugh. She looks scared shitless! Jack thought at Jennifer. She is. Just be nice, and gentle. She'll come around. He smiled as kindly as he could, inwardly shaking his head. "Have a seat?" he asked, indicating a chair. She nodded and plopped down. Jack sat on the edge of the bed at a non-threatening distance away. "Jamie, are you ok?" She nodded again, still not looking at him. "So what have you and Jennifer been scheming?" She looked at him in surprise. "You mean she didn't tell you?" Jack shook his head. "All she said was that she was going out for awhile," he said, unsure of how much Jamie knew of where Jennifer was actually going. "Oh." Now Jamie looked down again, more uncomfortable than ever. Oops, Jack thought to himself. "Jamie, I do have an idea of why Jennifer talked you into coming here. I have seen your lovely body in many interesting activities while we shot demo videos for the website, and have experienced some extremely pleasurable, um, stimulation from you during the recording session for the simulator. Therefore, I assume from your nervousness that what you and Jennifer have in mind is well beyond that." She nodded. "Jamie?" She looked up at him. "Are you here because you truly want to be?" Nod. "Well, you do know that you can trust me, and that I won't do anything to hurt you, or anything you don't want to do?" Nod. Jack smiled, "Then would you mind telling me why you still look so scared?" Shrug. Jack waited. Finally she said softly, "I guess I just don't know why you would want to, um, be with me when you have someone like Jennifer." Ah. Jack still wasn't entirely comfortable with the situation, himself. It took some getting used to not only having a companion as incredible as Jennifer, but having that companion be the accomplice, if not the outright instigator, in his having sexual encounters with other women. He thought for a moment, and then said, "Jennifer is truly the most beautiful, incredible woman I know. But what's even more incredible than the fact that she is my girlfriend is that she allows, even strongly encourages me to enjoy being with other beautiful, incredible women." Jack moved a bit closer to Jamie and looked her in the eye. "Jamie, you are lovely, and sexy, and there is honestly nothing I would rather do right now than make love with you." Her eyes widened, and her cheeks turned a bit pink. "Really?" "Really." -------- Susan heard the sound that she was both dreading and yearning for; a soft knock on her door. Jennifer had asked if she could come to Susan's room for some 'girl talk', but the message behind the words had been plain, that there could be much more if Susan wanted it. She wanted it badly, but was scared shitless. She opened the door to admit a lovely Jennifer in silk pajamas. Damn the woman, she would be stunning in a burlap sack, she thought as she turned to follow Jennifer back into the room. "Have a seat?" she asked out loud. Jennifer smiled a thank you and sat gracefully in one of the chairs, curling her legs up under her. "Would you like something to drink?" "Um, do you have a soda?" Jennifer asked. Susan raised an eyebrow. "Caffeine this late?" Jennifer shrugged. "I have a feeling we might be up for awhile." "Ah." Susan said, her light brown-cinnamon skin going a bit more cinnamon at the implication of Jennifer's words. To hide this she turned to the small fridge and retrieve a soda and a bottle of water. When she reached out to give Jennifer the soda can, they both noticed how her hand was shaking. Jennifer smiled as she took the can, but retained a light grasp on Susan's trembling hand. Susan looked into Jennifer's eyes, her own going a bit wide. "Susan, I take it from your nervousness that you anticipate something else other than girl talk happening tonight. Is that something you want to happen?" The directness of Jennifer's question took her a little off guard. "Uh... what about Jack?" she stalled. Jennifer grinned. "I'll be straight with you. As I left the room I told Jack I was coming to seduce you." Susan gasped, again surprised at Jennifer's directness as the redhead continued, "He was hard immediately, and his only complaint was that he couldn't watch. I told him maybe next time." Jennifer stood, still holding Susan's hand, and moved very close. Her full, green-silk-draped breasts lightly kissed Susan's nearly as full, cream-cotton-covered mounds, while Susan's erection poked Jennifer lightly on the lower belly. They both looked down briefly at the contact. Susan looked back up even more uncertain, fearful at the disgust she expected on Jennifer's face, but this concern was at least partially dispelled by the naughty grin she found on Jennifer's face. "Are you sure...?" Jennifer placed the fingertips of her free hand lightly over Susan's lips as she said, "There is honestly nowhere I would rather be at this moment." She then moved her hand to lightly caress the back of Susan's long, graceful neck, and then pulled gently to guide Susan's lips to her own. -------- Jamie's nervousness had mostly ebbed at Jack's words, but not entirely. Jack therefore thought that something soothing was in order, and offered to give Jamie a massage to relax her. This seemed like a good intermediate step to her, so while Jack retrieved some massage oil that Jennifer had suspiciously packed, Jamie removed her gown, turned down the bed, and lay on her stomach, pulling the sheet up to cover her legs and ass. At her okay, Jack turned and climbed aboard, straddling her perky butt. He applied some massage oil to his hands and proceeded to give the seductively toned expanse of velvet-soft and unblemished skin an expert Genie-trained massage, in this case designed to make her both relaxed and aroused. It was very effective at both, for when Jack finished her back, even though he had not approached any traditionally erogenous zones, her nipples were drilling holes in the mattress, and she was making quite a wet spot. As he worked, Jack realized that all six of the FI crew were going to have very late nights, so he made a quick wish that all parties involved be able to enjoy the night's activities to the fullest without worry for the morning, as they would all wake refreshed and ready for the day on whatever bit of sleep they happened to get. Noticing with a bit of satisfaction the puddle forming under Jamie, he added the wish that all bedding be dry and clean again before those bits of sleep took place, without causing questions from those enjoying the dry sheets. Jack suspected the massage was now over, but didn't push things, leaning over to ask, "Would you like me to continue down your rear, or would you like to turn over for the front, now?" The look on her face as she turned her head on the pillow confirmed that she wanted neither, that the preliminaries were now over, but there was also still some residual uncertainty. Jack leaned down a bit further, shifting his weight to lay his chest gently onto her back and lower his lips to whisper into her ear. "Jamie, I have seen this lovely body of yours writhe in orgasm, caused by both toys alone, and toys being worn by my girlfriend and used to fuck you nearly senseless. I would like the opportunity to cause the same things to happen for you, but I won't rush you. Just let me know when you are ready." That did it. "I... I'm ready," she whispered back. Jack grinned, but didn't move except to use his nose to gently nudge her silky brown hair aside, exposing her ear and neck beneath. He then began lightly kissing and nibbling all around the sensitive area while he said, "I'm sorry, what was that?" Between gasps, moans and giggles, she was finally able to repeat, "I'm ready." Jack continued his assault until she turned her head to try to escape, and then simply attacked her other ear and surrounding skin before saying, "Ready? Ready for what?" Jamie spread her hands wide to either side of the pillow and grabbed the sheets in tormented fists. She pushed up on her forearms, raising her upper body a bit off the bed and pushing her back into greater contact with Jack's chest. This allowed her to drop her head a bit forward, surrendering even more of her neck to Jack as her hair cascaded over her opposite shoulder, exposing a greater expanse of delectable skin. Jack took full advantage. Finally unable to support her weight and part of his any longer, Jamie collapsed back onto the bed. Jack followed her down, pressing most of his weight onto her. She seemed to not mind this sensual heaviness at all, especially when Jack's lips took a less tormenting track slowly down her jaw line. She turned her head as far as she could to try to kiss him, but he kept his lips just out of reach. She whined. "You're ready to turn over, maybe?" She nodded eagerly, so he sat up to lightly straddle her hips again. She rolled over beneath him. He took a moment to look down and drink in the erotic sight of her hair fanned out on the pillow, framing her delightful face. Her high cheeks were delectably flushed, and he couldn't decide what he wanted to kiss more, her full, red lips, slightly parted with arousal, or the jaw line and chin that begged for more attention. Actually, there was no question, as he looked into her dark gray-green eyes, as to where his lips should go. He did make a quick detour, though, to kiss the tip of her delightfully pointed nose, eliciting a giggle, before his lips finally touched hers. -------- Jennifer's tongue gently wormed its way between Susan's rich red lips to seek out its companion. Once met, they wasted no time in becoming intimately acquainted, as two sets of lips parted further to give them room to play. Jennifer's hand lightly caressing the back of Susan's neck, and she released Susan's hand from her other in order to reach up to cup a round breast. Susan would have gasped if her mouth hadn't been locked with Jennifer's, and then again when Jennifer's thumb began circling a large, hard nipple through the soft cotton of Susan's gown. Unsure of what to do with her own hands, Susan finally imitated Jennifer, bringing one up to run through Jennifer's hair and hold Jennifer's lips to her own, while the other, still shaking a bit, tentatively reached for Jennifer's perfect orb. Upon contact, Jennifer pulled her lips away long enough to murmur approvingly and encouragingly before returning to the kiss. As the kiss became more passionate, hands caressing necks became more animated, running through hair and pressing heads and lips more firmly together, other hands leaving breasts to wrap around bodies and pull them tightly together, then on to palm and gently squeeze firm, round ass cheeks, first on the part of Jennifer, then a still-hesitant Susan. Bodies folding into each other, Jennifer made sure Susan's shaft received plenty of delightful friction before their lips finally parted and they loosened their embrace. Jennifer smiled at the lust and disappointment in Susan's eyes, disappointment both at the breaking of their hold, and at the end of the rubbing on her cock, which was so close to giving her first orgasm brought on by another. She would have been quick to admit, though, that this was not her preferred method of receiving such, which Jennifer knew full well. Jennifer looked down to admire the outline of Susan's erection pushing out the front of her gown, joining her hard nipples to make an interesting triangle on the front of her gown. Susan, out of long self-programming and continuing self consciousness automatically slumped forward to try to hide her tumescence. Jennifer smirked fondly and shook her head. She gently grasped Susan's shoulders and pushed them back, forcing her to stand straight, again. Once Susan was upright, Jennifer's grin grew as she moved her thumbs to push the spaghetti straps of Susan's gown off her shoulders. Susan squeaked and cupped her own breasts to catch the gown before it could drop to pool around her ankles. Jennifer shook her head, again. "Susan, I know that you are very hesitant about undressing in front of someone else, but it's time for that to end." Jennifer reached one hand down to lightly grasp Susan's shaft through the gown, causing Susan to violently twitch and grunt in surprise, "I'm going to caress this, I'm going to stroke it, I'm going to suck it, and I'm going to fuck it," Jennifer said, eliciting another shocked gasp, "so why don't you go ahead and take that gown off. You are a beautiful woman, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. Please," Jennifer half pleaded, half commanded, "let me see this beautiful body." Susan stared at Jennifer for a moment, her big brown eyes wide with apprehension. She finally nodded once, and let the gown slowly drop. -------- Jack lay atop Jamie, much of his weight on knees and elbows while they kissed. As the sheet was still covering her up to her waist, the weight of Jack's knees pressing into the mattress outside her thighs kept the sheet tight over her legs, effectively immobilizing them. This fact, in addition to her arms having been at her sides as Jack gently placed his elbows outside them to comfortably support himself for an extended kissing session, had Jamie mildly restrained. Far from bringing back any of her earlier anxiety, this seemed to push her passion up a notch, as her arms would on occasion move as if to wrap around his back or neck to hug him closer, only to be foiled by his own arms holding them tucked by her side. Each time this happened, her lips and tongue would become more insistent, as if they were trying to communicate all of the lust that the lack of embrace denied her. Noticing this, Jack teased her a couple of times when she did this by pulling his head up so that their lips would only brush each other, no matter how she craned her neck. She would mew pitifully for a second then, until Jack grinned around the feather-light kiss before pressing her head back into the pillow as their lips mashed together and tongues began to wrestle. After awhile he pulled away from Jamie's lips again, received the reward of another disappointed mew, and began to slide down her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he went. He stopped when his mouth reached breast level. His knees and legs still held hers tightly together and immobile under the sheet, while his elbows pressed into the mattress by her forearms, continuing to foil her very weak and less than half-hearted attempts at freeing them. This position left his own hands free and within easy reach of her enticing breasts. They appeared deceptively small when seen from the front, perhaps partly due to her dime-sized areolas surrounding small but currently impressively erect nipples, and the fact that she had no tan lines to differentiate her tits from the surrounding skin. It was only when they were viewed from another angle, or gently caressed as Jack's hand began to do now, that their perfect half-teardrop shape and more-than-an-ample-handful size became a delightful surprise. Genie Chronicles Ch. 23 Jack lightly circled her nipples with fingertips for a moment before taking one in between his lips to lightly lick and suck. Jamie's efforts to free her hands, now to hold his head to her breast, became a bit more aggressive, if less conscious and no more effective. He continued lavishing attention on one breast, then the other, until Jamie's writhing did break an arm free, if not entirely on purpose. Jack took this as a cue to change things up a bit. Keeping a lip-lock on her nearest nipple, he slid partially off to one side. This allowed her body to move more freely, and more importantly loosened up the sheet enough to give him access. Snaking a hand beneath its edge, he ran a finger lightly along the furrow between her pussy lips. Her slow writhe froze, and her eyes flew open as her teeth released the lips they had been gnawing. Jack continued his attention to the current nipple while he slowly rubbed his finger deeper and deeper into the cleft between her dripping-slick lips. His rubbing strokes deepened and lengthened until he lightly touched her entrance at one end, and slid under her hood at the other. At the first touch on her clit Jamie's back arched, her eyes closed tightly again, and she moaned loudly. Jack took this as a sign of approval. -------- Susan's gown slid down slowly, revealing more of her light cinnamon-tan skin, her enticing full, round breasts with russet areolas and large, jutting nipples, then her slender torso and flat belly. It hooked over her erect cock in front, but continued to drop lower in back, uncovering her firm, round hemispheres. Jennifer laughed at Susan's 'hook' collecting the fabric as it fell, while Susan looked down in relief and possibly now a tiny bit of disappointment that her secret was still veiled. Jennifer moved to sit on the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide to press against its side, and gently pulled Susan to her. She wrapped her arms around Susan's waist, drawing her possessively closer, until Susan's lower thighs and knees also pressed against the mattress, bringing Susan's nipples within a few tantalizing inches from Jennifer's lips. Jennifer looked up seductively at Susan's beautiful oval face, into her deep brown eyes and said, "You are lovely, Susan." Susan's skin flushed at the praise. Jennifer looked at Susan's breasts for a moment, then back to her eyes, grinning naughtily. "Am I the first to see your breasts?" Susan hesitated, then nodded mutely. Jennifer released her hug around Susan's waist to lightly scrape her fingernails up and down Susan's cheeks. Susan shuddered as Jennifer asked innocently, "How about here? Am I the first to touch here?" Susan nodded again. "Well, then, I have to be the first person to do this." This was to reach out with her long tongue and lightly flick one of Susan's distended nipples, making Susan jump and squeak. Jennifer grinned around her tongue as it headed for the other nipple to repeat the flick, with the same result. Jennifer spent the next several moments teasing one nipple with her tongue, then the other, as her fingernails continued to tickle and tease Susan's ass. Each round of nipple stimulator was a bit more intense, until Jennifer was aggressively sucking, licking, and circling one nipple with lips and tongue, then the other. Susan was constantly moaning with eyes closed and head slowly rolling from side to side, her long raven hair a glossy shimmering curtain, her body frequently shivering and shuddering. Susan's knees finally buckled, and she would have sunk to the floor except for Jennifer tightly hugging her waist once more to support her. Jennifer forced her to endure another round of nipple play, and then pushed her shakily back to her feet. As Susan panted, Jennifer gently and somewhat surreptitiously reached out to unhook the gown from Susan's cock and let it fall the rest of the way to the floor. Susan exclaimed in surprise at this sneak attack, a bit offended that Jennifer would reveal her secret in so off-hand a manner, but mostly afraid of what Jennifer would think when it was finally revealed. She quickly discovered that she needn't have worried, as she looked down to find Jennifer admiring the finally-revealed member with what looked to be a hungry smile. And suddenly it was as if a great, smothering blanket was removed from her mind, a blanket of self-disgust and fear of rejection and ridicule. It was only one person that found her desirable so far, and that one person really belonged with another, but right now it was enough. Susan found herself suddenly giddy with liberated sexual excitement. She looked down at Jennifer, and her heart almost beat out of her chest at the realization that Jennifer's lips were so close, and she had said she would... Jennifer knew that Susan ached for her to take her cock into her mouth, but it wasn't time for that, yet. Instead she scooted around on the bed to rest her back on the headboard, grinned at Susan's look of disappointment, then beckoned for Susan to join her on the bed. She had Susan sit between her wide-spread legs and lean back against her chest. Jennifer hugged her tightly for a moment, then moved Susan's heavy, thick hair away from neck and ear so that she could nuzzle and whisper as she began to play. At first Jennifer's hands returned to Susan's breasts to lightly cup, then caress them. Soon, though, one hand released its lovely orb to lightly tickle and tease its way ever so slowly downward. Susan's eyes were glued to its every motion, and as it neared her shaft her breath became shallow and fast, and her heart thudded again. Jennifer's fingertips left the quivering skin of Susan's lower belly and reached slowly toward her shaft. They began tracing the shape of Susan's unique endowment, but always a millimeter from touching as she admired Susan's erection. Susan's unique organ looked very similar to a guy's, but there were definitely a few differences. It was a bit smoother and more streamlined, with the head and helmet less pronounced, flowing more smoothly into the shaft, and its six-inch length tapered a bit from root to tip. In some respects it could be thought of as a very long clitoris. For one thing, Jennifer knew from the several reads she had taken of Susan that, while the head was still the most responsive part, more of Susan's sensitivity was spread evenly along the shaft than a man's cock. Jennifer also knew that Susan was one of those fortunate women, with cock or clit, who was multiorgasmic. Any guy would be envious of this, but there was one other cock-like feature that a girl might be envious of, if she would ever admit it; Susan's urethra did run through her endowment, allowing her to piss standing up, which she only did when she was sure no one was around. As Jennifer continued her teasing non-touching exploration with one hand, lightly twisting a nipple with the other, Susan groaned in frustration. She knew that Jennifer was in control, and that it would be bad form to try to move in order to create contact, but she was getting close to not caring. Jennifer alleviated part of Susan's desperation, if none of her arousal, by distracting her with a whisper, "You've fantasized about someone touching you sexually, touching you to pleasure you, for a long time, now, haven't you?" "Yes," Susan whispered breathlessly in response, her eyes never leaving Jennifer's floating fingertips. She realized, now, that this was all a part of Jennifer making her first time the most incredible experience she could (as far as Susan knew) and that Susan was going to get everything she wanted eventually, so she relaxed as much as she could to try to relish every second. "And you have fantasized that it was me doing it since not long after me met, yes?" Susan hesitated, then whispered almost inaudibly, "Yes." "So, do you want me to caress it?" "Yes." "Stroke it?" "Yes." "Suck it?" Susan swallowed, and ever her whisper was unsteady, "Yes." "Fuck it... or more specifically, let you fuck me with it, thrusting between my legs as I lay beneath you, impaling me as I ride you, taking me from behind as I kneel of all fours before you...?" "Yes," Susan moaned, and her hips involuntarily bucked. Jennifer just gave a low, throaty laugh as he fingers maintained their excruciating distance through Susan's thrust. "And what are you willing to do in return?" Susan was silent for a moment before realizing that Jennifer was waiting for a response, all the while continuing her almost-touching exploration, the other hand continuing to caress a breast. "Uh... rub, you?" "Um, hmmm," Jennifer encouraged with a tickling hum in Susan's ear. "Lick you." "Oooo, where?" "Um, your lips, your clit?" Jennifer moaned softly. Stick my tongue up your..." Susan sought an appropriate word. "Cunt?" Jennifer finished. "Yes," for some reason Susan found the usually-forbidden 'c-word' to be surprising arousing in the current setting. "Only if I can do the same to you," Jennifer said, snaking her long tongue briefly into Susan's ear as a preview. Susan shuddered and moaned. They both grew silent again as Susan's eyes were mesmerized once more by Jennifer's not-quite stroking fingers. Then Susan held her breath as the fingertips hovered over her cock before finally lowering to lightly caress its very tip. This alone, after the buildup of all the erotic stimuli that Jennifer had provided, was enough to arch Susan's spine and press her head back onto Jennifer shoulder as she enjoyed her first orgasm of the night. -------- Jamie's body bucked on the bed as Jack's fingers ran relentless circles around her clit while his equally determined mouth lightly bit and flicked a nipple. Her ankle drumming finally stopped, and she lay panting, looking up at him in wonder. "W... Wow. Nobody else has ever been able to do that to me, before." Jack casually pulled his hand from beneath the sheet and laid it on his hip just out of her sight where he could make fists to try to relax his cramped, aching fingers. It had been a close thing, but he had persevered. Jennifer had mentioned on a couple of occasions that Jamie hadn't had much luck on the receiving end with boys, and that this was mostly due to the inexperience and lack of perseverance of her partners so far. Jack hoped now that she had seen that it could actually happen, she would be more insistent that it happen in the future, if the guys wanted something in return. He smiled down at her. "It was worth the effort, watching you cum." Jamie grinned and blushed, and leaned up to kiss him. He returned the gesture. He knew from her video sessions that Jamie was not what he would consider truly multiorgasmic, that her erogenous zones became too hypersensitive after orgasm to receive any serious stimulation for a little while. Jennifer had needed to cut the Orgazmoretron almost off between orgasms as Jamie recovered. He also knew from the Orgazmoetron session that her recovery didn't take long, that her young, active libido would have her ready to go again very quickly, and that each subsequent orgasm was faster in coming, and longer and more intense when it arrived. So, Jack and Jamie kissed and snuggled for a little while, Jack occasionally testing the waters by playfully tweaking a nipple. At one point Jamie reached for his cock as their tongues dueled, but Jack pulled away from her seeking fingers. When she whined around their tongues, he lifted his head long enough to grin and say, "Sorry, he only has a certain amount of fuse, and I want to burn that fuse doing something else." Jack had determined that he wouldn't cheat by asking for a greater than normal longevity, as this might give Jamie too high an expectation of any future partner. He had silently requested earlier from Jennifer that his longevity for the evening be at the 'higher end of normal', though. Jamie's eyes widened at the implication of his words, then closed as his mouth met hers again. When his nipple teases resulted in nothing more than a squeak and a giggle, Jack began kissing down her neck and between her breasts. She obviously expected these to be his destination, as she jutted them up to receive his attentions. He obliged her for a moment, snacking on each, before resuming his kissing trek south. When his ultimate destination became fairly obvious, Jamie said, "Uh, what are you doing?" in a nervous voice. Jack looked up at her face framed by the shallow valley between her breasts and said with a lopsided smile, "What do you think I'm doing?" "But... you don't have to." "Wouldn't you like for me to?" "Well, nobody has ever done... that, down there." Ah. Time to take this discussion out of the realm of the first timers. "Well, I have done it quite a bit, I enjoy it, and I am especially looking forward to doing it to you. And, more importantly, the girls in question have really enjoyed it, if their screaming orgasms have been any indication. So, unless you forbid me, I am going to lick you, to eat you, until you have an orgasm that makes that first one pale in comparison." Jamie's eyes had gone wide at his words, her breathing had increased, and from his current vantage point, Jack imagined he could actually see the juices start to flow more torrentially from her. "Oh... ok." Jack grinned, gently spread her legs very wide, and admired her neatly trimmed triangle of brown hair pointing the way. Following its direction, he lowered his lips to hers. Extending his tongue, he licked lightly up and down their slick, now-puffy skin, and Jamie moaned an, "Oh... my!" Mimicking his early finger pattern, Jack slowly parted her lips with his tongue strokes, licking deeper and deeper between her lips. When he reached the entrance to her tunnel, he teased it for a moment, and then inserted his tongue as far as he could. This earned him a loud groan and a strong hip thrust. Grinning, he licked his way up to the top of her slit and greeted her clit. This earned another buck, and he spread her knees wider and reached under her thighs and up around her hips to hold her pelvis down and keep his target locked. He alternated between long licks between her lips and swirling tonguing around her clit, adding an occasional dip with his tongue into her passage as he passed, until he had her moaning constantly, forearm thrown over her eyes. True to form, he sensed this orgasm approaching much quicker than the first, before his tongue was nearly as tired as his fingers had become. He latched his mouth over her clit and tongued aggressively while pushing his shoulders against the underside of her thighs to keep then spread wide apart, then released his grip on his pelvis and reached up to experimentally pinch and pull her nipples firmly. Apparently she like it, as she immediately went crazy. Jack pressed down with chin and mouth to hold her against his shoulders, while he retained a good grip on her nipples as she writhed uncontrollably. He continued to lash her clit with his tongue until her movement weakened, and then he immediately released her nipples and only lightly licked her. When a wince told him that even this was too much, he stopped, grinned and crawled back up her body. She grinned tiredly back and said, "Wow." He raised his eyebrows in mock offense. "'Wow'? All you can say is 'wow'?" "Wow." Jack rolled his eyes. He made to kiss her, but her brow furrowed and she pointed around his general mouth area. "Um, could you, like, rinse that off? I don't think I'm ready to kiss that, yet." Jack rolled his eyes again and shook his head, but hopped up off the bed and went into the bathroom. He wiped his mouth with a damp cloth, and then swished a mouthful of mouthwash. As he exited the bathroom, he found Jamie half hanging off the bed to watch his naked body. She grinned and said, "Nice." Jack leapt onto the bed and straddled her hips again to the accompaniment of a small shriek. Interlocking his fingers with hers, he straightened both of their arms so that they were extended above her head as he leaned down to kiss her. She grinned briefly at his minty breath, then kissed him back in earnest. The kissing was languorous but passionate, Jamie enjoying the afterglow and the anticipation, with a little trepidation, of what she hoped was next. Eventually Jack felt what he was waiting for; Jamie's pelvis began to make small thrusts against him. Sitting up, he gently moved one knee to part her legs, then moved the other to lay between her thighs. Positioning his cock near her entrance, he looked into her eyes. "Are you ready?" She nodded nervously. "Go slow?" she asked as she broke eye contact to glance down at his shaft, thick and slightly longer than the maximum amount of the double dildo she had been able to take during the video shoot. Jack grinned reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." With that, he placed his tip at her entrance, and allowed a small pelvic thrust from her to sink him in the first inch or so. She gasped softly, out of surprise and pleasure rather than pain. Once he was sure she was ok, he pressed slowly and gently until he was in about half way before reversing direction. He just as slowly pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in again. Ever so gradually he increased both speed and depth, until he was thrusting almost fully into her, her hips rising to meet him eagerly. Jack knew this would be a challenge, as Jennifer had said that Jamie had never even come close to orgasming from actual sex, before. He wanted to change that, so he set a moderate pace intended to maximize her pleasure as much possible while holding off his own. They thrust together for a pleasant eternity, until both had to stop for a breather. Jack suggested a change in position, so they gently rolled over and Jamie sat up. Jack let her set the pace and depth this time, and before long she was pounding down on him, taking in every millimeter to mash her clit on his crotch. Her small, hard, bouncing nipples described fascinating patterns in the air until they were captured between her thumbs and forefingers and fairly firmly pinched and pulled once more. Fortunately this position wasn't as directly stimulating to Jack, so he was able to hold off during Jamie's enthusiastic jack-hammering. Unfortunately it wasn't stimulating enough for her either, even with the nipple play, and she finally gave out and collapsed on top of him, panting. Jack had one more position in mind, one that had worked well before. He gently moved out from under Jamie and let her lay panting. He folded a pillow and placed it under her pelvis, making sure the fold pointed up and parted her pussy lips. He then moved to mount her from behind, first murmuring for her to relax and enjoy, that he would do all the work. He slid smoothly into her, eliciting a muffled moan. He quickly worked up to a good pace, thrusting downward and an angle designed to stimulate both her g-spot if she was sensitive to such, and her clit against the soft pillow. As Jamie's moans became continuous, Jack felt his explosion approaching. He increased his pace slightly, hoping he could last long enough for Jamie, but knowing he was on a road of no return, now. A couple dozen strokes later, he groaned loudly as he erupted forcefully deep into her. He continued to thrust as evenly as he could, as his eruption finally triggered Jamie's own, and she began shuddering beneath him. The timing was good, as his still-thrusting shaft began to soften just as her trembling subsided. Once she was finished, Jack's sweaty body dropped onto hers, and they lay together panting while Jack continued to deflate. Once he slipped free, Jack rolled onto his back. Jamie raised her head and looked over at him - apparently requiring some effort â€" grinned tiredly through the damp hair hanging in her face, and said 'Wow'. Genie Chronicles Ch. 24 Chapter 24 Both Jack and Susan were awakened by the feeling of wet, wonderful things happening to their respective members. Jack's mostly still unconscious mind registered that the mouth sucking on his cock was not Jennifer's, and he looked down blearily but still curious and excited, wondering who, or what, she had conjured up this morning to be his alarm clock. It was only when he recognized Jamie did the events of the previous evening - or more correctly earlier that morning - come trickling back into his brain. He wakened quickly after that at the thought that this was the first real person other than Jennifer to have awakened him in such a manner. (Except possibly for Sharron the morning after the hot tub party. He still didn't know if that counted, dammit.) "Do you wake all of your fellers this way?" Jack asked, grinning down at Jamie. She started, and then removed her mouth to look up at him with a kid caught in the candy jar grin. The nip of her teeth at the surprise of his voice had been half-way down his cock, so he didn't mind it, but he made a mental note that if the same opportunity should ever present itself again, it would probably be safest to speak when his cock was actually not in the girl's mouth. She shrugged and said, still grinning, "I was awake and he was irresistible. Plus, I figured I owed you a couple of good cums after last night." With his wish that everyone awake refreshed Jack was now alert enough to do some quick figuring, even with her fondling his balls as her mouth headed back for his cock. "The way I figure it, after the scenario you programmed using remote while learning the simulator, your real blow job while recording the audio-only scenario, then the sex last night, we're even." She frowned at him in surprise and disappointment and said, "So you don't want me to do this?" Jack grinned, "Oh, yeah. I just want some breakfast, too." Jamie continued frowning at him for a moment, then understanding dawned and her frown transformed to an excited grin. Jack laughed at her enthusiasm as she scampered up to throw one leg over his head and gently lay atop him. In imitation of Jack's laying on her earlier, she kept much of her weight on knees and elbows, but Jack wasn't having that. He gently but firmly pulled her down until her entire delicious weight was on him. He then went to work with lips and tongue as he felt her mouth do the same. Jack ran his hands over the graceful curve of Jamie's back and down to the much more acute curves of her tight round butt. He squeezed lightly and received a pleasant moan around his cock in return. He continued to squeeze, pressing her pussy more firmly to his mouth. He licked up and down her split, on a couple occasions experimentally overshooting his boundary to sloppily lick her bud. Each time he did this her bud would pucker, and he would receive another small moan against his cock. Encouraged, he moved his hands down her thighs a little in order to bring his fingers within diddling distance of her pussy. Concentrating his tongue action on her clit, he inserted one index finger and received a louder, longer moan. Once that finger was liberally lubricated, he exchanged the other for it, and then moved the slickened finger up to lubricate her bud and slowly, gently push it in. This resulted in a hip thrust, another teeth nip, and a loud, vibrating groan. Taking this as approval, Jack grinned and went back to work with fingers and tongue. A moment later he was shocked to feel a slender, spit-slickened finger worm its way into his own rear, and it was his turn to buck, driving his cock into her throat for a second, causing her to gag. She didn't let up with mouth or finger, though. Jack knew that Jamie hadn't had much luck on the receiving end with any of the few inexperienced partners she had so far been with, and had hoped that beyond being highly enjoyable, their earlier round of sex would show her that she was certainly able to, and should expect to, receive sexual gratification with a partner in addition to giving it. However, Jack hadn't really intended for the little minx to take the 'equality' thing this far. He was uncomfortable with the idea of anything invading his exit, although a girl's finger was one of the least objectionable things he could think of. And he had to admit that her slim digit was hitting an interesting spot or two as she wormed it around. It was also pushing him more rapidly toward blast off. So, ignoring his surprisingly only mental discomfort, Jack went back to work with a vengeance. It was lucky that Jamie was still a bit freshman at giving blow jobs, or she would have easily beaten him. As it was, Jack was able to hold out long enough to eat her to orgasm first, her head and hands frozen as she shuddered against him, then her attack beginning once more while Jack lay back and enjoyed the hot little body laying atop him, working to drink his cum. A moment later she did, and thanks to her finger playing in his ass, it was a surprisingly strong jet. The little trooper swallowed it all, though. She was learning fast. She lay her head on his thigh as they both relaxed and panted for a moment, then she looked at the clock, said "Oh, shit!" hopped up to don her gown and dashed out of the room. Jack raised an eyebrow at the door as it clunked closed behind her. Susan, meanwhile, woke much more abruptly, heart beating, as she had never had anyone wake her in such a manner, except perhaps in her wildest dreams. She looked down to find Jennifer calmly straddling her, head tilted down a bit so that she was looking at Susan from beneath her brow, a naughty crooked smile on her face, as her talented vagina slowly milked Susan's shaft. Susan looked further down at their junction to find something even more surprising; Jennifer had a cock of her own, one which Susan quickly recognized as a new type of strap-on that securely held the dildo for the most vigorous of activity while leaving the wearer's pussy open for other activity, sort of a 'crotch-less strap-on'. They had seen it at the show, and Susan was thinking about buying it for the catalog. Noting Susan's gaze, Jennifer said, "I borrowed it. I thought we should try it out." Susan just looked at her, until Jennifer leaned forward to place her hands over Susan's breasts and lightly press and squeeze for a little leverage, and then started moving slowly up and down on Susan's shaft. Susan's eyes locked with Jennifer's as the gorgeous red head rode her, until she felt her orgasm stirring. She growled in frustration when Jennifer moved off of her then, but spread her legs wide when she saw Jennifer's destination. Jennifer kneeled between Susan's thighs and aligned the tip of the dildo with Susan's opening and slowly pushed it in. Susan moaned as Jennifer's hot cock slowly filled her completely. Wait, hot cock? she thought. She looked at Jennifer in wonder. Jennifer grinned back. "I take it you forgot the insert this thing has which allows you to add hot water to make it feel more realistic. I assume it feels pretty good?" Jennifer didn't wait for an answer; she had already begun slowly thrusting. Susan just nodded and watched the cock disappear into her a few times, then closed her eyes, laid her head back, and gave herself to the experience. Jennifer didn't disappoint her, building up to a nice fast pace, pumping at it for awhile, then suddenly withdrawing. She pushed Susan's legs together, threw her own leg over, impaled herself back onto Susan's shaft, and started riding before Susan quite realized what was going on. Jennifer switched back to the strap-on one more time, than back to riding Susan again. Jennifer knew that Susan thoroughly enjoyed being fucked, but hadn't come very close to orgasm from it. Jennifer also knew that she could fuck Susan to orgasm with the strap-on given enough time, but this was supposed to be a quick morning wakeup screw, so the third time back on Susan's cock she rode them both to satisfying, vocal orgasms, most likely giving any folks in the surrounding rooms their own special wakeup call. Once they had both recovered a bit, she leaned over to kiss Susan lightly on the lips. "Time to go get ready. I hope you had a pleasant night?" Susan could only nod dumbly. "Good. I hope we can do it again some time soon. You still owe me some rubbing and some licking." With that Jennifer hopped up, removed the strap-on, donned her pajamas, blew Susan another kiss, and walked to the door. Susan just stared stupidly after her. Jennifer cracked open the door, and grinned as a blue silk blob streaked by. She pulled it open the rest of the way and calmly walked to her and Jack's room, Susan's door latching behind her. Jack lay for a moment, wondering what happens next. He was answered by a knock at the door. He hopped up, still naked, and walked to open it a crack. Seeing it was Jennifer, he stood behind it and opened it far enough for her to enter. She breezed in saying, "No, I didn't forget my key, I just don't have anywhere to put it." She turned and noticed Jack's state. She smirked. "Have fun?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "You didn't watch?" "Nope, I was having my own fun." "How did it go?" "Mmmmm, very nice." She looked at him, and then her eyes unfocused for a moment, "As was yours. I see." She grinned again. "Does this mean that I can play with your ass now?" Jack grunted. "... We'll see." Jennifer gave a theatrical pout, but then stepped closer to wrap her arms around him. "Come scrub my back, big stud, and you can tell me who you want me to send to your room the next time I go screw Susan senseless." ---------- The atmosphere was a little odd for a while after the crew arrived at the FI booth for Saturday's session. Susan looked a bit fearfully at Jack, but relaxed at his cheerful good morning, given with only a slightly knowing smile. Jamie received the same thing from Jennifer. Nick was cheerfully oblivious, simply happy that his second marathon sex session in as many nights somehow hadn't left him completely spent, but actually feeling great. Things quickly smoothed out as everyone assumed their posts. It had been decided that both Susan and Nick would work the floor most of the day, the rest of them agreeing to work their own booth all day, receiving a break by Susan and Nick so that they could grab some lunch after Susan and Nick took their own. It quickly became obvious that this day would be a bit different than the previous one. Nick and Susan weren't the only ones hitting others' booths on Saturday. Jennifer politely refused offer after offer to pay her more money to be a booth babe for someone else, or to appear in porn, or to make her a star, etc. Some got pushy or insulting when she refused, but none of those walked away feeling they had enjoyed the upper hand in the conversation, and none wanted to cross wits and words with her again. Jack, meanwhile, had to deal with vendor after vendor wanting to get in on the distribution of the eFelltrix. Most went away disappointed when Jack informed them that Forbidden Indulgences was here solely to promote the product, not to look for distributors, but one just wouldn't take no for an answer. "Come on, there's no way that little Forbidden Indulgences is going to be able to handle all of the demand this thing will generate. This sort of thing needs to go through Sexual Fantasies Incorporated!" Jack knew the name as one of FI's chief competitors. 'Little' FI? What's up with this guy? He asked Jennifer. He's the president of Sexual Fantasies Inc., which as you know is one of FI's big rivals. From what I can read of him, he is, so far, the most deluded man I have ever met. What do you mean? He sees himself as one of the kings, soon to be THE king, of the sex industry. He has his fingers in much of it, including the porn industry. He sees FI as a tiny competitor that he will soon crush. And are they, we, tiny in comparison? Hardly! Other than certain lines of adult videos, which he has an inside track on and is thus able to carry as exclusives, FI is pretty much an equal match in sales. He would never admit it, especially to himself, but the simulator has him scared. So... he decided to come to FI and tell us that we can't handle distributing this incredible product, that he should be doing it instead? Yup. Such is his delusion. He has no idea that I am a 'link' to the 'inventor', he just thinks I work for FI? Yup. Unfuckingbelievable. What does he possibly hope to gain? I have no idea. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to antagonize him too much, though. Luckily at that moment Jack saw Nick approaching the booth. The other guy did too. He harrumphed. "Please excuse me, I have an appointment to keep," and he walked hurriedly off. Nick came up frowning. "What the hell was he doing here?" Jack shrugged innocently. "Oh, he was just about to tell me how his company could do a much better job distributing the simulator than FI." "What?!" Nick exclaimed, shocked. "How did he... did you...?" Jack rolled his eyes and grinned. "Nick! That moron just came up to what he believed to be a FI employee to tell said employee why FI couldn't handle what FI was trying to do. He's insane! He has no idea of my connection with the inventor. Even if he did, the inventor has a partnership with you guys. He will distribute with no one else unless you say so. And even then, I am absolutely confident in saying that there's not a snow ball's chance in hell he would work with that freak." Nick breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok. Sorry. It was just when I walked up..." he shrugged and let the comment drop, then looked after the guy and shook his head. The rest of the morning and early afternoon flew by smoothly until shortly after Jack and Jennifer returned from another adventure in lunch-time dining. Jack, and most everyone else, noticed a guy walking down the aisle in the general direction of FI's booth. He was certainly good looking enough to draw some attention from the ladies, if Jack was any judge of things, but what seemed to be drawing most of the attention was the almost visible aura of ego that wafted around the guy. It was like a miniature black hole, sucking in everyone's attention as he passed. Who the hell is that? Jack asked. Jennifer concentrated on the guy for a second. That is Richard "The Cock" Johnson. He's one of the few current well-known male porn stars. And I must revise my earlier statement; HE is now the most deluded man I have so far seen. Wow, two in one day. Jack was about to ask what made him the new champion, but got distracted by another thought. He frowned. So, he's Dick "The Dick" Dick? It took all of Jennifer's restraint and poise not to laugh out loud. This was fortunate, because it would have been in Richard's face, as by this time he had noticed Jennifer, his powerful ego focused on her as he approached. "We... have not fucked yet," he said by way of introduction. Jennifer did laugh, then. "You've got me there! We certainly haven't." "I am Richard Johnson. You have heard of me." It was not a question. "I have." "Ah, good. That makes things so much easier. So, when may Richard have you?" Jennifer knew what he meant, but even she was so surprised at the actual asking of the question out loud that she automatically said, "'Beg pardon?" "If you have heard of me, then you know that Richard is the best cock there is. You cannot wait to experience it. When may Richard make your fantasies come true? If you are good enough, he might even recommend you for his next motion picture. Richard has not seen you before, so you must be new to the business. A fresh face is always good in a production, although it would only be a minor part until you pay your dues, you understand." Meanwhile Jack was broadcasting dramatic, sarcastic thoughts along the lines of, Must... resist... giant sucking ego!... Jack! It's hard enough talking to this guy as it is. Sorry. So is old triple-Dick really that good? NOBODY is that good. Except you of course, she finished with syrupy sweetness as she battered her eyelashes at him over Richard's shoulder as the guy turned to vociferously greet someone walking by. Jack snorted. Can I take him down a peg or twelve, please? She asked in the same voice. Have at it. I WISH you would. Just don't get us in trouble. Richard turned back to Jennifer. "So, how about it. I actually have tonight free, so you can experience the full Richard with no distractions." Jennifer made a regretful face. "I'm sorry, Richard, but tonight is Forbidden Indulgences' VIP party..." "I know! Richard has received an invitation. Perhaps Richard might attend after all, and then we could..." "It would be wonderful to see you there, Richard, but I'm afraid I will be there quite late, so I don't know that I could do you justice afterwards," she paused and made a cute frown, "or anytime, for that matter." "What do you mean? I..." Jennifer laid a hand on his arm familiarly, "You're right, I am new to the business, and I just don't think I can take that massive unit of yours, at least not until I've had some more experience with some of the smaller guys in order to... work my way up, if you know what I'm saying. I mean, I've overheard some of the other experienced girls talking - you know, from your films and stuff - and even THEY say it's painful when you slam that salami into them and fuck them like a jack hammer, no matter how well lubed they are." Jennifer sighed wistfully, "I'm just not a good enough actress yet to make it look like that feels good." Then she grinned, "Hopefully some day, though! Maybe some day I'll be ready to take Richard 'The Cock'!" "Uh, okay," Richard said, frowning as he tried to figure out if he should be offended or not. His ego certainly looked to be dampened for the moment, anyway. "I'll, uh, keep an eye out for you." Regrouping slightly, he walked away. Jennifer waited until he was out of sight, and earshot, before she released the delighted laugh she had been holding in. "That was fun!" Jack just shook his head with a grin. You certainly can be evil. Was any of that true? Yup, every word. The guy has the finesse of a rutting elephant. Hmmm. For the sake of the ladies should we...? You know, I think they would rather endure the pain as it is, brief in comparison to the torture of enduring his ego if he actually became GOOD at sex. Ah, very well. Jennifer turned to greet the next group of visitors. A little while later Nick returned again, grinning like a fool. The reason for his grin accompanied him; a short, beautiful oriental girl who, unlike Cassie, Jack recognized immediately. "Jack, this is Lotus Jade, a friend of Cassie's. 'Lo, this is Jack Phillips, our media guru and liaison for the simulator." With impeccable, even suspicious timing, Jennifer walked up to them then, having a small break between visitors, "and this is Jennifer Holiday, Jack's girlfriend and assistant..." "Partner," Jack amended. "Partner's right. I think she's the true power behind the throne," Nick stage-muttered out of the corner of his mouth. "You have no idea!" Jack laughed. "Jennifer this is Lotus Jade, a friend of Cassie's." The ladies exchanged a friendly handshake. "Jack, Cassie has been really talking up the eFellatrix, so much so that Lotus asked if she could come by for a demo, especially of the recording process. If it turns out well, she's interested in being our first... 'guest fellatrix', and will put in a good word with her friends and associates, as well." Lotus just grinned and nodded. Genie Chronicles Ch. 24 "Oh... great!" Jack said in surprise. "Um, let's see, I guess we'll need to go to the hotel for that. I can set up the recording equipment early in the hall where the party will be. We have it from the afternoon onward, right?" Nick nodded. "Uh, were you going to be her test subject?" Jack asked him. Nick made a face of both disappointment and, Jack though, relief, "No. Cassie said there was no way she was letting Lotus near me without her being there," Lotus laughed, "and besides, there are a couple more vendors I have to visit this afternoon. I was hoping you could..." Nick looked suggestively with eyebrows raised between Jack and Jennifer. "Oh, so I'm supposed to leave her alone with my boyfriend? I can't go either, not with Susan on the floor," Jennifer laughed in mock offense. Nick shrugged guiltily. Jennifer shook her head and rolled her eyes. Another group was approaching her station, so she said, "Very well, dear, you run along and play with the hot little porn starlet. Don't you worry about me, slaving away here..." she tapered off as she walked away. Jack and Lotus both laughed. "Thanks mom!" Jack called after her. He turned to Lotus. "Well, um, shall we?" "Sure!" Jack led her out of the hall and towards the monorail station. It was surreal and incredibly exciting, leading one of the few adult film stars he both knew of and was a fan of off to perform oral sex on him at his direction. It was also a little intimidating. The first few moments of the ride were spent in a slightly uncomfortable silence. Jack was trying to come up with an icebreaker, but Lotus beat him to it with a surprising question. "So, have you seen any of my stuff?" "Of course! You're one of the few stars I look for." "Really?" She looked genuinely flattered. "That's great!" They went on to chat about their backgrounds. Jack learned that "Lotus" was of mixed oriental descent, but had grown up in southern California, explaining her English. "I can speak with accent, though. Many American fans, they like!" she said in a thick Japanese-accented sing-song. Jack laughed. Dropping the accent, she asked, "So, Jennifer really doesn't mind you receiving oral sex from me?" Jack shook his head. "Nope, as long as she gets to watch the video from the shoot later to make sure nothing funny went on." Lotus laughed at this ridiculous answer. "So, does she get the same consideration with other partners?" Jack nodded. "Absolutely. If you want to perform oral sex on her, I'd be more than willing to watch the tape." Lotus laughed again "No, dummy, I mean with other guys." "Well, she claims that mine is the only cock she wants. I'm not kidding about the oral sex with you, though. She'd be more than willing." You're damn skippy! Hey! Who said you could eavesdrop? Jack asked in feigned outrage. Who said I couldn't? "Well, that must be some incredible cock, then, to satisfy someone like her. She's gorgeous, and hot." "Yeah, she's the incredible one. I'm just average." Lotus appraised him with a raised eyebrow. "Well above average, I think." Jack shrugged and turned a bit red. Arriving at the hotel, they went directly to the large ballroom where FI would be hosting the evening's party. The hotel's hospitality folks were already setting up and decorating. There were several small rooms partitioned off at the back, each with an entrance from the main room and an exit to the hall outside. The largest of the partitioned rooms would host the recording setup for any couples that wanted to record their own impromptu blow-jobs to enjoy again later with the simulator. The next two rooms would be running Jamie and Jennifer's sound-only scenario, and the two after that the full video and sound scenario that was partially looping in the booth. The idea was for any interested attendee to take his simulator into the room, hook it up with the help of one of the FI ladies, enjoy the scenario in privacy, then leave with his simulator by the exit to the hall, giving him some continued modicum of privacy and time to freshen up before rejoining the party if he so wished. All of the boxed PC and video equipment was waiting, and Jack continued to chat with Lotus as he efficiently unboxed everything and set it up. "So, how long have you been in the industry?" Lotus asked at one point. "Um, how do you define 'in the industry'?" "You know, being part of adult films." Jack though for a moment. "Well, since now, I guess, if this counts." She frowned at him in confusion, so he continued, "The only video shooting I've done before this that might be considered as 'in the industry' was for some demonstration video clips for FI's website, and almost all of that was solo stuff, from the neck down. Well, there was the one demo video scenario for the simulator, but that's really the only thing I would consider as an 'adult video'." "Have you appeared in anything?" Jack grinned, "Maybe. From the neck down." "Ah." A few minutes later Jack had everything set up. "Okay, I think we're ready." "Cool. How do you want me?" Jack looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She frowned. "What? Oh!" she smirked, "I forget how that sounds outside a studio." She paused and raised an eyebrow. "So? How do you want me?" Several responses came to mind, but he finally said, "Um, how about topless?" She smiled. "Sure." She casually shucked off her top, revealing a plain white bra which contrasted starkly with her naturally dark-tan skin. That came off just as easily, and Jack was distracted a moment, staring at her perfectly round tits, just as tan as the rest of her skin, and nicely full for her small frame. She noticed his admiration. "Like them?" she asked, jutting them out a bit. "Yes, they are pretty incredible." She smiled. "Thanks!" Her grin turned a bit rueful. "Best money can buy!" "Oh?" it was fairly obvious, actually. There were no scars or anything, and they truly were a beautiful pair of breasts, it was just that they hardly moved when she did. Jack began applying the clear reflectors to her face for the video capture to track, then the small wired sensors on her face and neck. "You know," he said conversationally as he worked, "I think yours are the first pair of enhanced breasts I have seen in person." "Really?" "Yep. Since you seem so comfortable and casual about the topic, can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "How did it affect your sensitivity when they, uh, did whatever they did?" She chuckled. "Well, my nipples were never all that sensitive, unfortunately. For many of the girls, it lessened a bit when they had it done. For me it actually got a little better. It still isn't that great though." "I'm sorry to hear that." She gave a small shrug. "No biggie. I make up for it in other areas." "Oh?" "Yep." Jack wanted to ask, and she knew he wanted to, but he decided to let it lay for now, as he realized he was about to receive oral attention from this hot little starlet, but first he had to apply the clear reflectors on himself, both of which meant he had to get naked. Oh, well, he thought to himself, no time like the present, and he somewhat nervously started to strip. Lotus watched him calmly, until he stood naked in front of her, cock standing at attention. She smiled a naughty smile then, one nearly as beguiling as Jennifer's. "You're hardly average, and definitely not in the business." Jack frowned. "What do you mean?" "Well, I don't remember the last time a guy was hard by the time he was undressed. Most of them take a bit of warm-up before they are hard enough to do anything. There are girls on the set especially for that." Jack gave her a mildly horrified look, then said, "Well, if that's what it means to be 'in the business', then I'm glad I'm not, and never want to be. Just seeing you should be enough to get any guy hard. I know it did for me... actually, that's a lie. It would have, except that I've been hard since Nick mentioned you wanting a demo of the simulator." Jade gave him a different smile, although one no less captivating. "You know, I think that's the nicest thing that anyone has said to me in a long time." Then she made a disgusted face. "Maybe Cassie's right, maybe I need an actual boyfriend. She sure seems happy enough with Nick." Jack laughed. "Yeah, he's pretty happy, too, except that he's complaining that she's fucking him to death." Lotus giggled. "She did mention being fairly randy the last few days. Should I tell her to take it easy on him?" "Oh, hell no. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself, and besides, he's loving every minute of it." By this time Jack had his cock ready to go. He moved into position for both the motion capture camera and the two cameras that would capture the 3D video, and then said a bit nervously, "Okay, I think we are ready." Lotus moved to kneel in front of him. "Ok, so how does this work, again? "Well, both this camera over to your left and the sensors on your cheeks and neck capture your physical movement, which can then be perfectly recreated by the simulator. These two cameras pointing straight down at my eye level will capture the actual video, which can then be played back either on a regular monitor screen, or on these 3D glasses," Jack reached over and grabbed a pair of glasses hooked up to the recording PC. "Here, try them." Lotus put them on, then said "Oh, wow," as she moved around, trying to coordinate her movement with what she saw looking down on herself. She reached out and after a couple near misses, grabbed Jack's cock. Leaning forward, she banged her nose against him, giggled, and then took a few experimental sucks. Jack moaned. She stopped and cocked her head. "That was real, wasn't it?" "Oh, yeah." She sighed. "That's another thing. Most of that stuff I hear is fake. It's much hotter to do it to someone who is a really enjoying it." She grinned, "What's also hot, and kinda kinky, is watching myself as if I were you while I blow you. Can I do the shoot with these on?" "Well, how about we do the first one normally, just to get a good recording, then later we can do the glasses." Lotus pouted as she took the glasses off. "Yeah, that makes sense," then she smirked up at him, "although I think you are just trying to weasel another blow job out of me." Jack pursed his lips, tilted his head, and nodded thoughtfully, as if he found that to be an excellent idea. Lotus laughed. They got ready to start the recording, but then Jack said, "Oh! And no hands. The simulator can only reproduce what is done with the mouth." "Oh, yeah, that makes sense. So, do I need to swallow?" "Well, either that, or finish it with your tongue, which would result in pretty much a, um..." "Facial?" "Yep." She made a face, "I'm not big on facials, but swallowing is fine, if that's good for you." Jack just raised an eyebrow at her. She laughed. "Let me guess; it's a sacrifice you are willing to make." They began recording, and not surprisingly there were a couple false starts. For one thing, Jack still had to remind her a couple of times not to use her hands. Finally she slapped her thighs and said, "I've got to do play with something." Jack thought for a moment, and then grinned. "How about yourself?" She looked up at him in surprise, then grinned back. She stood and turned, careful of the wires leading to her sensors, and made some interesting hip gyrations as she wriggled out of her skin-tight jeans, revealing a tight round ass, then short yet nicely proportioned and deliciously toned legs. Pulling down her thong to join the jeans on the floor, she knelt in front of him again. One hand on a tit and one between her legs, she said, "Now I'm ready." And boy was she ever. She gave Jennifer a run for her money, both in technique and the simple sight of her gorgeous oriental face looking up at him as her small, bow-shaped mouth opened wide to take him in. He didn't much care for watching blow jobs where the girl was more interested in looking at the camera than the recipient of her attentions, especially if her enthusiasm was obviously mostly fake. It was a big difference when one of those same girls was looking him in the eye while he received, though, especially as it certainly didn't look like Lotus was phoning this one in. Even with the greater longevity granted him when Jennifer had 'tuned up' his body their first day together, he was very close to asking Jennifer to put another quarter in his meter. But once again he refrained, as once again anyone else enjoying the replay of this simulation later wouldn't have that option. Still, he figured that many more users would be hitting the "Now!" before the blow job was actually over, rather than the 'extend' button because they weren't quite done. It was all he could do to remain standing, much less fairly still, as she enthusiastically sucked and swallowed every drop before slowly sliding her lips from him, then licking them provocatively. "Mmmmmm, yummy." Jack stood on weak legs for a moment, recovering, and then stopped the recording software and the video cameras. "Wow." She laughed. "Is that the best you can say?" Jack laughed, too, at her echoing his question to Jamie after performing a similar service for her in the wee hours of the morning. "That was absolutely incredible." Lotus smiled, and actually looked to blush a little. "Thank you. It was my pleasure." "Uh, no, I think not," he paused, "Unless you...?" He pointed in the general direction of her hand still at her pussy. She shrugged. "Nope. I was too busy concentrating on other things." "Well, can I, uh, return the favor or something?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and it was his turn to shrug. "I just hate to leave a girl hanging." "You're serious, aren't you?" "Oh, yeah. I always try to give at least as good as I get," then he hedged, "well, in this case at least as much as I get. It wouldn't be as good." "Somehow I doubt that." She looked at his softening member. "Although, since you're offering, what I would really like is this nice big guy inside me. It's been awhile since I actually fucked for enjoyment." Even with his libido having been temporarily drained, this pronouncement got his heart thumping and his juices flowing, although not back into his rod quite yet. He grinned, "Well, in that case, how much have you learned from the ladies who get the cocks good and hard for you." Lotus opened her mouth in feigned shock. "Are you implying that I need to learn something about getting a cock good and hard?" Jack's grin grew. "When you put it that way, no. How about a compromise?" And thus for the second time that day Jack found himself with a hot little body laying atop him, delectable pussy in his face while the mouth at the other end sucking on his cock. Lotus was shorter and lighter than Jamie, but slightly more curvy, and it was interesting having her two full, firm mounds pressing into his abdomen. He also enjoyed the feeling of her longer hair tickling his balls and the inside of his thighs. He used the hand that had been at Jamie's ass to explore one of Lotus' firm tits, unsure if he was ready for the return of anal attention this time if Lotus decided to give it. Before long Jack understood what she claimed made up for her low nipple sensitivity; he licked her through an orgasm before she had him fully hard again. It would have been more, except for two things; he kept getting distracted by the very interesting things she was doing to his privates - how the hell did she get both my balls in that tiny mouth? - and those very interesting things got him hard again much quicker than he expected. Once she had him fully erect, she slid off of him and onto her back, spread her legs wide, and said without preamble, "Fuck me, Jack!" Jack shook his head at the impossibility of a hot porn starlet commanding him to fuck her, but only while moving to do her bidding. He crawled up between her legs and lowered his crotch to hers, rubbing his cock through her lips a few times and receiving a favorable response. Rubbing a bit lower, his cock tip slid into place at her entrance, and he slowly, teasingly, pushed in. "Mmmm, with no hands. Very nice, Jack." She closed her eyes and relaxed as he inched into her. When he finally bottomed out, filling her surprisingly tight passage, she sighed, "Ah, a perfect fit. I knew it." They began moving together, Jack trying to use all of the knowledge he had gained from Jennifer so far on how to move and angle his thrusts for greatest effect, while at the same time taking his cues for speed and forcefulness from Lotus. He was extremely gratified to see and feel her experience orgasm several stroke-filled minutes later. From his vantage point, he was fairly sure there was absolutely no acting in it. "Yeah," she sighed a few moments later, "it's been too long since I've done this for fun." Jack lay down lightly on her to kiss a nipple, and then deftly orchestrate a roll so that she wound up on top, still impaled. She laughed. "You are pretty good at this, aren't you?" Jack just shrugged. "My turn on top, eh? Very well. You asked for it." She began slowly riding him, laying low over his chest. She surprised him by dropping her head to lick and lightly suck a nipple. This wasn't nearly as much a homo-esque squick as the anal thing was, but it still made him slightly uncomfortable for a moment. But only for a moment, as it was surprisingly erotic, especially when she added another new wrinkle. "Does honored sir like his nipples licked?" she asked in a thick Japanese accent. She went on to say that this geisha girl was at honored sir's disposal for his pleasure, and to service him in any way he wished, and other subservient dirty talk, all the while retaining complete control of the action. Her movement, her contradictory submissive words, and her occasional nipple play all combined to get Jack working quickly toward blastoff, and soon he was pumping jet after jet into her. She followed almost immediately. Once they were both spent, she sat up and looked down at him, grinning. "That was fun." Then she pouted, "But now I owe you another good cum or two, if we are to be even." Jack grinned, "No you don't. I'm quite satisfied with the afternoon's activities. Although, I might tell my friends that the hottest porn star I know of owes me a couple of blow jobs or something. They won't believe me, but then they didn't believe me when I showed them a picture of Jennifer and told them that she was my girlfriend, either." Lotus laughed. "You're both hot, but seeing her in action in the booth, well..." she shrugged. "Now, though, after I've gotten to know you, I'd say she got a pretty good deal." Jack blushed. "Thanks... I think." She laughed again. "You're welcome!" They disentangled and cleaned up with the supplies already in the room, intended for the same purpose later in the evening. After getting dressed, Jack checked the recording PC to make sure everything was captured correctly, then put it to work compiling the video motion capture, sensor data, and video and audio from the other two cameras into a scenario. "Can I see it?" Lotus asked. "Well, it will take about an hour to process it. After that, sure, if you want to hang out that long." She shrugged. "I got nothing else I need to do. Can I help with anything?" "Well, I figured I would go work on the other booths. Everyone is supposed to come here after the convention hall is closed to help set up, and then run get freshened up before the party, but I figure I'd get a head start. You can help me with that, if you like." "Sure, what can I do?" They unpacked the equipment for each booth, then Jack hooked everything up and tested it. Lotus was a more than willing test subject for his 'dry runs'. She listened to the audio-only scenario while she watched a simulator performing the action on a demo cock Jack had set up. When it was done, she said, "Man, that was pretty hot! Makes me kinda wish I had a cock for a little while." Genie Chronicles Ch. 24 Jack was sorely, sorely tempted to have her wish granted, but then he would just have to make her forget it happened or something, which defeated the purpose. He had another much less satisfying but still interesting idea, though. He made a quick silent wish, then ran to the other room and came back with a strap-on. "We thought this might be fun for girls to use if they want to see what the simulator does. It's a poor substitute, but," he shrugged. Lotus thought it a neat idea, though, and strapped it on over her jeans for the test of the full-blown scenario. Jack hadn't liked the idea of Jennifer recording a scenario that millions of guys might enjoy, and they hadn't really had anyone else to perform it at the time, so Jack had wished up a stunt double who he took to calling Jennifer's sister, a temporary girl who was almost as hot as Jennifer in all respects, and looked sort of like her, except with black hair instead of red. They dressed her in a gypsy bandit sort of costume, complete with black silk scarf tied over her head and with two eye holes cut out, Zorro-style. While they were cheating, Jack had Jennifer create a small gypsy 'encampment' behind the girl to add to the atmosphere. The idea of the scenario was to show the complete capabilities of the simulator system, along with challenging the user a bit. The story was that the beautiful gypsy had captured the recipient while he was sneaking around her encampment, trying to spy on her as she began to undress, and tied him to a tree. If he wanted to see her so badly, then he would get his wish, she would say, after which she would perform a strip that guaranteed to get any user hard as a rock. She then started an hourglass and said that if the recipient could last until the sand was gone, he would go free. If not, well... The blow job that followed wasn't really an hour. It was intended to challenge a user with an average longevity, although the length could be adjusted in the software. It also required the ejaculator sensor, which Jack had offered to give to all attendees along with the simulator. Nick bellyached a bit about the loss of sales due to giving all of the sensors away, at least until he saw the video for the scenario. After that, he didn't say a word. Lotus certainly found the scenario erotic, even with only a silicone cock. "Wow, that's really hot," she said, returning to the room where Jack was monitoring the compiling of her own scenario. "The guys should love that!" "Yeah, well, the guys should love this one, too. It isn't quite done yet, but it looks like it's going to turn out awesome." Lotus grinned in appreciation. "Thanks!" Jack had an idea. "Any way we could use it in one of the booths tonight?" "You want to?" She looked surprised. "Of course! It's hot! I'll run it by Nick, but as excited as he was at your recording it, I can't imagine that he would object. That is, unless it interferes with some other contract you have or something." "Nope, I'm between contracts at the moment. Nick and I have already talked a bit about selling a scenario with me, so we should be able to work something out." "Ah." "Would you guys like some help tonight?" Lotus asked. Jack looked at her with in surprise. She shrugged. "If you want to use my video, I could work that booth or something." "You'd do that?" She grinned. "Man the booth where guys are inside experiencing a blow job from me? Sure, that'd be a hoot!" Jack grinned back. He certainly wouldn't complain about her presence, and neither would absolutely anyone else, he figured. He looked at his watch. "Well, the guys should be here in about an hour. They'll be happy we have done a lot of the prep already. Do you need to go get any clothes or anything?" Lotus grinned and went to her large bag. She rummaged around, and then pulled out a shimmery piece of material. "Nope, I'm good." Jack frowned at it a moment before realizing that it was an article of clothing. "Uh..." Still grinning, she quickly removed shirt, bra, and jeans again, before shimmying into what turned out to be a skimpy, strapless dress that barely covered her ass. "I'm always prepared." Then she gave a small frown. "Although I would like to freshen up a bit." "I'm sure one of the ladies would be happy to share their bathrooms with you," he frowned at her with concern, "although I'm not sure which one. I mean, if I let Jennifer and you get together, for instance, we might not see either of you for days." Laughing, Lotus slapped Jack's arm. "Hey! Are you saying just because I'm a porn star, I can't keep my hands off of your girlfriend?" Jack continued frowning at her in. "Oh, it isn't you I'm worried about. It's Jennifer. If I let you near her in that dress, well..." he shrugged suggestively. She looked at him with raised eyebrows for a moment, until Jack broke into a grin. Lotus rolled her eyes. He continued, "In all seriousness, I need to share Jennifer's bathroom, too, but I'm sure Jamie would be happy to share with you." He frowned again, "although, I'm not sure how that would work, either. I mean, she's a sweet little girl, and I'd hate for you to bring her back as a... OW!" Jack rubbed his arm where Lotus had severely pinched it. -------- The evening's party was a lot of fun for everyone, although everyone complained good naturedly to Nick that they couldn't enjoy it because they were working. All five ladies were stunning. Jennifer, Susan, Jamie, and Lotus worked the four simulator booths, while Nick and Cassie, who had consented to join him for the party, schmoozed. Since all the girls had to do at the booths was to spend a moment or two helping a guest set up his simulator, then wait for awhile outside the booth as the guest enjoyed the scenario, they spent the majority of their time chatting and flirting with the other attendees, basically enjoying the party, just close to the booths. After the attendees had enjoyed the heavy hors d'oeuvres, most of them split their time either mingling around or standing in line for the booths, and on the dance floor, so the booth girls missed little. Jack worked the recording booth, and was a little more tied down. He would prepare the ladies who were willing to be recorded giving their husbands/boyfriends/whatever oral sex with reflectors and sensors, then instruct them on how to apply the reflectors on their guy's cock. The vast majority of the girls willing to be recorded were fairly attractive, and as he didn't have to see the guys except for the part disappearing into the girls' mouths, Jack wasn't too unhappy with his duty, although it was a bit surreal. Once each couple was done, Jack would burn a CD with a rough compilation of their scenario while they cleaned up. The hour of compile time taken for recorded scenarios such as Lotus' was mostly spent by the computer analyzing the data recorded to make sure that the recorded motion capture and sensor data matched, and automatically editing out of the video the sensors that the girl was wearing. The rough copy that the couples received contained only the raw data from the video capture camera and the sensors, and raw video from the two video cameras. It still made for a good replay, definitely a unique souvenir, and Jack even offered to clean up their scenarios and ship them later for a small fee. A few took him up on it. Those Jack had fill out some info while he saved their files. The others he erased from the PC's drive after their CDs were finished. By the end of the night Jack could pretty much tell who would want to get the cleaned-up copy by how the blow job went. He even saw one or two he might mention to Nick to pursue to sell on the website if the 'performers' - mostly the girl - were interested. Elsewhere, Lotus was, unsurprisingly, a hit. The line for her booth was quite a bit longer than the others, at least initially, as it quickly became obvious why she was there. The other booths manned by Jennifer, Susan, and Jamie, soon had lines nearly as long, though, either because the folks who were in them assumed that the equally attractive ladies were also featured in the simulations they 'manned', or that they simply didn't want to wait in Lotus' line. In any event, the shindig went well, and went late into the evening, until everyone finally left after experiencing their desired demo simulations. Jack and Jennifer stayed around a little while to help organize and pack up, then returned to their room to pack their own things for their early departure the next morning, and to hit the sack. Jack wanted to make another wish for a restful evening, but was caught in a catch 22, where he was too tired to perform the sexual activity that would be required to allow him to make the wish. He figured he could come up with something if he thought about it long enough, but fell asleep first, pleasantly spooned with Jennifer. Genie Chronicles Ch. 25 Jack and Jennifer plopped wearily into their first class, first row seats. Well, at least Jack's plop was a weary one. Jennifer was vibrant as always. Jack briefly considered making some interesting wish to repay that cheerfulness, but quickly dismissed the idea as petty, if also perhaps a little arousing. It was just that they had only gotten a couple hours of sleep after the FI party the previous evening, and he was so tired. He laid his head back to rest his eyes for a moment. He wouldn't go to sleep or anything. If nothing else there was the mile high club to which he still seemed not to belong. Just let him rest his eyes for a minute, yeah... Jack angrily plopped down in his last row, first class seat. His morning had so far been one of the most infuriating, frustrating he could remember ever experiencing. First the airline manned the busy ticket desk with only two attendants, causing everyone in the long line to have to wait for over an hour, and thus causing many, including himself, to miss their flights. He made it to the gate just as the plane was pulling away. They apologized profusely, and told him that they would book him on the next flight, and upgrade him to first class. Oh, but the next flight wasn't for another three hours, and it was on a different concourse, which required an airport subway ride, and another trip through security. And oh, his luggage did make it onto that plane taxiing toward the runway, so he would have to hunt it down when he arrived. Have a nice day, and thanks for flying FuckYou Airlines! Well, he had to admit that the first class upgrade was nice, especially as his streak of less than desirably attractive flight attendants was finally broken. He just hoped that the slender, leggy bottle blond with top-heavy cleavage currently greeting passengers as they boarded was the first class attendant. Then another attendant stepped out of the first class galley, and all thoughts of the blond were temporarily blown from his brain. As hot as the blond was, she couldn't hold a candle to this stunning redheaded vision. He could not imagine anyone more beautiful, and that was just what he could discern with her wearing the less than ideal Standard Issue Polyester Airline Attendant Outfit, Female. Her long, heavy copper-crimson tresses hung nearly to the small of her back. The silken strands managed to glow with an almost inner light even in the unflattering fluorescence of the plane's interior, and they framed a dazzling oval face blessed with high cheekbones and cute, slightly pointed nose. The object of his sudden obsession stepped up to the blond to hold a whispered conversation, during which they both glanced his way several times. Great, now what? he thought sourly. The redhead stepped back into the galley. A few seconds later she reappeared and walked with an easy grace down the aisle, stopping by his seat. She looked down at him, and the full lips of her somewhat elfin mouth broke into a dazzling smile. The smile lit her face, making it ever more unbelievably beautiful than before, making him instantly hard, and making his heart thud in his chest. "Mr. Philips, on behalf of the airline, let me once again deeply apologize for your troubles today. We will do everything to make the rest of your trip a pleasant one," she said in a throaty voice. "We normally offer our first class passengers champagne, but I thought you might prefer this." She was holding what looked to be an ice-cold bottle of beer in one hand. She reached with the other hand to lower his tray, in doing so looking directly at the outline of his raging-hard cock in his jeans, now much too late to hide. He was mortified, but she simply lowered the tray over his lap, placed the beer in the little drink indentation, patted the tray directly over his cock, and said, "We'll be leaving the gate in ten minutes, so drink up! I'll retrieve the bottle before we leave. Until then, just wave or hit your call button if you need anything else." Her incredible smile was still in place, perhaps just a bit saucier than before, as she turned to walk back up the aisle. His eyes hadn't been on her hips as she approached, but he could still swear her ass, stunning even in the airline skirt, was swaying a bit more for her departure. He wondered what that butt would look like in a properly-fitting skit, or even a pair of tight blue jeans. Then he wondered if he could actually take that much visual stimulation. The long, delectably toned calves visible below her skirt hem were a pretty good sign he couldn't. He enjoyed his beer - it was ice cold, and his favorite brand, how the hell had she known? - as he watched the two attendants greet the last straggling passengers, then close the door and prepare for departure. True to her word, the redhead returned for his empty bottle. She looked at the dead soldier approvingly, raised his tray and locked it, and said, "Seatbelt? Good. I'll return after takeoff and the captain has extinguished the seatbelt indicator to see what you want for lunch." She sauntered back up the aisle and joined the other attendant in gracefully waving her arms at the exits and doing all the other pre-flight crap that they always do, before taking her own seat. It was situated so that he could only see her long, dancer's legs. Wasn't her skirt a lot longer than that a minute ago? Where IS her skirt? He discovered that the danger of visual stimulation overload applied to her legs as well as her ass, at least when enough of them was visible, as he quickly became completely engrossed in them and how they must feel wrapped around someone, or how it would be to slowly kiss one's way up them or... As the acceleration of take-off pushed him back in his seat, it finally distracted him enough that he shook his head and tore his eyes away from the glorious gams; a good thing, as his raging hard-on was now threatening to rip a hole in his jeans. He looked around first class and noticed that it was almost empty. Other than himself, there was only an elderly oriental couple on the opposite side of the plane all the way up in the first row. Well, the service should be good, at least. A short time later their rapid assent leveled and the fasten seatbelt light chimed off. Jack looked forward at the legs to find them already standing, airline skirt in place. Damn! It definitely wasn't that long when she was seated. Both attendants puttered around in the galley for a moment, most likely securing anything that might have shifted in flight. They reappeared not long after, the blond checking on the couple and giving a small shrug at finding them already asleep, while the redhead came his way. "Everything okay, Mr. Phillips?" she asked, radiant smile back in place. "Yes. Just fine," he stammered. "Wonderful." She stepped back to make sure that the curtain between first class and coach was completely drawn, then returned. "My name is Jennifer, and as we are flying a bit light in first class this morning, it looks like I will be your personal attendant. May I bring you another beer?" "Uh, sure." "I'll be right back." Jack again watched her perfect butt sway up the aisle, at least until the hypnotic swing of her long red hair distracted him. She returned almost immediately with the frosty bottle. On this occasion he had a very difficult time hoisting his vision above her chest, somehow incredibly presented even in the airline jacket and silken blouse buttoned to her neck. With heroic effort he raised his eyes to hers, and then found himself captivated by the most incredible, mesmerizing deep green eyes he had ever seen. "Here you go," she said, this time lowering the tray of the window seat beside him and placing the bottle on it. "If I may, I would like to go ahead and get your lunch preference. We have roasted chicken and spring potatoes in a garlic-herb sauce, and we have filet mignon with baked potato." "Um, the filet, please." "Good choice. I'll go get that started." Again he watched the pageant of her departure. He enjoyed his beer, flipped through the airline magazine, noted that the movie was nothing he was interested in, and was just getting ready to break out his laptop to do a little work when Jennifer returned. "One more question, Mr. Phillips. What beverage would you like with your meal; coffee, tea..." Or me, he automatically completed flippantly, and in this case wistfully, in his head. He couldn't believe they still asked the question this way. It was such a loaded cliche, even without the 'or me' part. "... or me," she finished. It took him a minute to register that she had actually echoed out loud the words in his head. He looked sharply up at her, to find her smile still beaming at him, fairly naught, now. Or perhaps that was just his imagination. "I beg your pardon?" She turned and deftly sat in his lap, her legs crossed and hanging over the armrest and into the isle. Jack was shocked speechless. "Actually that wasn't fair," she said innocently, "that was two questions in one. First, what would you like to drink with your meal?" She looked at him expectantly from about a foot away. Jack was finding it nearly impossible to form a coherent thought. Was this dazzling attendant really sitting in his lap? Were her eyes really that green? What was that incredible perfume? Did she not mind his raging hard-on poking her in the ass? "Uh... another beer?" "Very good. Now, your lunch will be ready in about twenty minutes." She squirmed into a more comfortable position in his lap. "What else can I do to make your trip a more pleasant one?" "Uh..." Jack had no idea how to respond to that loaded question. He knew how he wanted to respond, but... Obviously reading his uncertainty, she continued. "Massage? Hand Job? Blow Job? Sex? Anal sex?..." Although she listed each offering as casually as she had his lunch entree choices, the eroticism in her smile was now unmistakable. Jack just stared at her in disbelief. She continued to smile at him expectantly for a moment, but then apparently figured she would have to take the initiative. "How about a blow job?" Her smile turned more whimsical. "They are very fresh today." "Uh..." She slipped out of his lap and pushed his knees wide apart before slithering down to kneel between him and the seat in front of him It was a tight squeeze but she had just enough room, what with the first class seats being further apart than coach for more leg room, and the position placed her mouth in a very interesting location over his crotch. "May I suck your cock, Mr. Philips?" "Uh..." She looked down at his bulge, then into his eyes. "As your cock seems to be straining to get free, I'll take that as a 'yes'." She lightly ran a fingertip along the outline of his shaft, causing him to grunt loudly, or what would have been loudly anywhere else. Against the background white noise of the engines and air conditioning, it was barely audible. Flight Attendant Jennifer heard it, though, and grinned smugly as she slowly lowered his zipper and reached inside to extract his hardness. She stroked it a couple of times as she continued to grin up at him, then licked her lips before lowering her head. She pursed to kiss his tip, and then kept her lips that way as his head began to invade between them, making for a very tight seal as her head inexorably descended. This groan made it several rows away, but there was still no one close enough to hear it. Jack watched the lovely russet-tressed head bob and move slowly in his lap, disbelievingly, for awhile. This shit NEVER happens. It obviously was happening, though, and as he finally accepted it, he was able to fully appreciate the talented lips and tongue doing wonderful things to him. He wanted to close his eyes and lay his head back, surrendering to the pleasurable sensations, but he couldn't take his eyes off of the lovely red mane of hair that veiled what was going on beneath. Her technique was exquisite, unhurried and yet ultimately undeniable. He slowly but inexorably built toward what was sure to be a massive explosion. As it approached, he said "I'm getting close," out of consideration. She didn't react, except perhaps to increase the intensity of her stimulation a bit. A few seconds later she was receiving from him every drop of cum he could pump and swallowing it eagerly. When he was completely spent she slowly withdrew, kissed the tip of his cock, and gently replaced it in his jeans. Extracting herself gracefully from between his legs and the seat in front, she straightened her uniform with unconscious grace and said, "You lunch should be ready in a few minutes, Mr. Phillips." She sauntered back up the isle, leaving Jack still only half-believing what had just happened. Jack had barely recovered his wits when Jennifer returned with a tray. The aroma of the food came with her, and Jack realized that he was, indeed, getting a bit hungry. Instead of placing the tray on his table, though, she slipped in front of him, sat in the window seat, and placed the food on the fold down table in front of her. She uncovered what looked like a surprisingly good filet, a large baked potato, and a serving of broccoli florets. She cut open the potato. "Butter?" Jack blinked at her for a moment, and nodded. "Sour cream?" Nod. "Salt and pepper?" Nod. Finishing with the potato, Jennifer proceeded to feed Jack his lunch. It wasn't at all childish. It was erotic as hell. By the time the plate was clean, Jack was nearly satiated, and very hard once more. Now a little... "Dessert time," Jennifer said, as if reading his mind. Because she said it while looking at the bulge once again tenting his pants, he hoped she was really reading it. She didn't disappoint him, as she reached over to free him once more. She departed from the script, then, though, as she maneuvered under the tray to rise to her knees in her seat and then throw one leg over Jack to straddle his lap. With a little efficient choreography, she received his cock hands-free into her wet, inviting tunnel, quite obviously bare under the skirt currently bunched up around her hips. Jack gasped at the unexpected coupling. He looked around, sure that she was going to get into trouble, but the curtain to coach was still completely closed, the old couple apparently continued to sleep, and the blond attendant was nowhere in sight. Firmly impaled and sitting comfortably, the redheaded vixen smiled a small satisfied smile as she removed her jacket to lay it over the seat in front of them, and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She let that fall from her shoulders to catch at her wrists, revealing a stunning chest, gently and totally unnecessarily held by a sheer demi-cup satin shelf bra, and jutting out even more proudly than usual by her arms held behind her to trap the falling blouse. The blouse joined the jacket after she reached over to remove her wings. She pinned the wings to the strap of her bra, saying cheekily, "Must stay in uniform!" She then basked in Jacks admiration of the most incredibly full, perfectly round, and yet enticingly pert pair of breasts he had ever seen, capped by large rosy nipples surrounded by small crinkled areolae, entirely revealed by only the small strip of cloth making up the open cups of the bra. The wondrous tits jiggled and swayed deliciously a few moments later as she reached over to the tray to uncover a smaller dish, a chocolate mousse with strawberry puree. "Oh, dear, it seems the mousse has gone a bit runny." She picked up the dish and a spoon. She scooped up a small spoonful, "Perhaps this will make it more edible?" 'This' was her letting the spoonful of chocolate and strawberry dribble down onto the top of her left breast. She looked at Jack expectantly. As fuzzy as he was, her meaning was clear, and he leaned forward eagerly to lick up the sweet dribbles before they could drip off of her up-thrust nipple. She repeated the spoonful on the other breast, and moaned softly this time as Jack thoroughly cleaned it. The bowl was slowly emptied, one spoonful at a time, as Jennifer's moans became more pronounced. Jack was surprised and pleased to see and feel Jennifer's body shudder in orgasm as he licked the last vestiges of desert from her. He was also happy that, although her moans, shudders, and squeezing pussy had done wonderful things to his cock, it was still a quite a ways from blast off. He felt fairly sure at this point that she wouldn't leave him hanging, and was looking forward to her continuing ministrations. He knew a moment of doubt, though, when she looked over her shoulder at the blond attendant, who at some point has appeared and was now watching them wistfully, hands wandering from breast to crotch. When she turned back, his doubt evaporated, as she had a wicked grin on her face that alone make his cock twitch. "Poor Sandy. She lost the coin toss to see who would get to serve you, and her charges have been asleep the whole trip. Shall we give her something to do?" "Uh, sure?" Jack said unsurely, but hopefully. Jennifer lifted off of him, gently dried him with the cloth napkin from his tray, and then deftly maneuvered his turgid shaft back into his fly. "Please come with me, sir." Jack hesitated for a brief moment, then rose and followed her. Jennifer went up to Sandy and started whispering in her ear, then kissing her ear, then her neck as one hand came up to lightly cup and fondle a large breast through her blouse. Jennifer took her lips away from Sandy long enough to say, "Please sit here, Mr. Phillips," indicating one of the attendant jumper seats. Jack did as directed, and was rewarded by a show of two lovely ladies making out before him, the blond looking nearly as stunned by the proceedings as he felt. It didn't seem to be dampening her enthusiasm any, though, as her tongue was now dueling aggressively with Jennifer's while Jennifer was lifting the blonde's skirt to palm her thong-split ass. Pulling away, Jennifer kneeled to fold up Sandy's skirt the rest of the way and then pull the thong to the floor. She kissed her way back up Sandy's legs, her destination obvious. At the same time, she was somehow able to reach out with one hand and re-extract Jack's steel rod. Kissing her way to the tawny tuft of hair at the junction of Sandy's legs, she gently pushed the busty blond toward Jack. Before either Sandy or Jack knew what was happening, Jennifer had maneuvered Sandy back and down to skewer on Jack's cock, eliciting a chorused moan. Jennifer didn't give either of them much chance to adjust before she was kneeling between the blond's legs, pushing her silken thighs wide apart and diving in with lips and tongue. The blond moaned loudly and threw her head back onto Jack's shoulder as her tunnel clamped down on him. Finding his own hands idle, Jack couldn't resist bringing them up to squeeze and fondle Sandy's big tits. She didn't seem to mind a bit. Jennifer licked and sucked aggressively, including Jack's balls on occasion. She had somehow extracted them through his fly along with his cock, and some of the copious flow from Sandy's pussy periodically dribbled onto them before Jennifer could collect them with sucking lips and tongue. Sandy's moans became constant, and she unconsciously began gyrating her hips against his crotch. This threw off Jennifer's aim not a bit; she continued her oral assault undaunted. A few moments later the blond covered her mouth as she came lustily. Sandi was obviously a screamer, and a hand clamped over her mouth was insufficient to dampen the noise. Jennifer grinned and stopped long enough to peek around the partition to make sure the elderly oriental couple wasn't disturbed. She turned back and gave a thumbs-up, and dropped her head back between the blonde's quivering thighs for round two, eliciting a gasped "oh, no!" which turned to a moan, then another loud, almost continuous muffled scream as Jennifer ate her relentlessly. Her hips now thrusts against Jack with animalistic ferocity, her spasming pussy squeezed him tightly, and Jack was rapidly pushed to his own peak. Jennifer's sucking of him earlier hadn't left him with much to shoot into Sandy, but it was enough, along with his reciprocal short but powerful orgasmic thrusts up into her, to put a double-hand-over-mouth screeching finish to her latest cum. Genie Chronicles Ch. 25 Sandy collapsed bonelessly onto Jack and they both lay panting as Jennifer looked up at them with a satisfied grin. All three started a moment later when the intercom over Jack's head chirped. Clearing her throat, Sandy reached up, brought the handset to her mouth, and said in a steady but brittle voice, "Yes, sir?" She listened for a moment. "Very well." She cleared her throat again, reached up her other hand to press the PA button, and made the announcement that they were starting their descent, and would be landing in about half an hour. Replacing the handset, only then did she stand up shakily off of Jack's softening cock, requiring Jennifer's help to do so. Jennifer found a warm cloth from somewhere to wipe Sandy's pussy, then Jack's cock. Sandy patted her skirt back in place after it was obvious that Jennifer wasn't going to return her thong. Instead Jennifer placed it in Jack's pocket as she tucked him back in his jeans. "Please return to your seat, sir. We will be landing soon," she said with a smirk. She followed him back to retrieve her own clothing, disappeared into the Galley to dress, and then helped Sandy prepare for landing after the still-shaky blond gently woke the oriental couple to ask them to bring their seats upright etcetera. Jack looked down and tried to determine the best way to hide the giant wet spot on his crotch with his laptop bag when he deplaned. Half an hour later they were on the ground and at the gate. Jack hopped up to be the first off the plane, was thanked by a still smirking Jennifer and a still stunned Sandy for flying, and started walking somewhat awkwardly up the ramp, hiding behind his bag. Well his flight had certainly improved... A disoriented Jack found himself walking awkwardly up the ramp, hiding behind his bag, a smug Jennifer beside him. He staggered to a halt. "What the hell was that?" Blocking the ramp, he quickly continued walking, switching to silent conversation. Was that a fantasy? Nope, I can't give you one of those without your wishing it, Jennifer reminded him. So what was it? A dream, silly boy. You went to sleep as soon as you sat down. I merely, um, scripted it a bit, and encouraged you to stay asleep during the proceedings. To Sleep Fuck, if you will. Ah. Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, damp, slightly musky wad of satin cloth and string. And this? Did this part really happen? Yep, basically. And how did you do that without my wishing it? Just because I couldn't use my powers on her doesn't mean I couldn't get her in on the fun. You read her tote board as we came on the plane. That was all the info I needed to include her the mundane way. Jennifer sounded extra smug at this. Ah. Jack walked on for a moment. So NOW am I in the Mile High Club? Oh, yeah. Cool. Now will you please get rid of this wet spot? Genie Chronicles Ch. 26 As Jack pulled out of the airport parking lot he groaned at the thought of the four-or-so hour drive ahead of him. His dream-filled nap on the plane had helped a little, but not as much as it might have. "Want me to drive?" Jennifer asked. Jack though about this for a moment, then had a better idea. "Can you conjure up a driver instead, while we cuddle and nap, and perhaps fool around a little?" Jennifer looked at the loaded rear of the little SUV, then back at Jack with a questioning raised eyebrow. "And perhaps, um, expand the back a bit, with a nice comfy bed in a little love nest?" Tingle. Jennifer grinned. "Yes master." Jack suddenly found himself naked, snuggled with Jennifer under soft sheets in a bed in the 'expanded' rear of the SUV while Jennifer's 'sister' manned the wheel. Jack smiled in contentment and lazily pulled Jennifer close to kiss her. Around three snuggly-nap-filled hours later, Jack developed a strong urge to pee. "Um, perhaps we should have her pull over. I need to take a piss." Jennifer looked at him with an expression that said he could do better. "What?" She continued to look at him expectantly. "Oh! Um, can you get rid of my need to pee so that we can make love?" She grinned, her eyes flashed, and his bladder was empty. "Not very creative considering the extent of my abilities," she lazily laced her fingers behind his neck and began to pull him down toward her, "but since it results in us doing my very favorite thing, I can't complain." Jack gently resisted her pull long enough to marvel anew at the matchless display of her long russet hair splashed across the pillows, at the golden tan of her skin contrasting deliciously against the light-cream of the sheets of their love nest, at both her brilliant green eyes and the full lips of her cute little mouth smiling up at him in open, lascivious invitation. He couldn't resist her draw for long, though, and it had almost nothing to do with her hands pulling gently on his neck. He lowered his lips to hers. Their leisurely love making ended just in time to get magically cleaned up and dressed and zap back into the driver and passenger seats before looking for the beach house the family had rented for the week. After a couple of wrong turns they found it and pulled into the driveway. Jack looked over at Jennifer. She looked very nervous. He smiled reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, they'll love you." He had to admit that he felt some nervous excitement himself, though. He fully believed what he had just said, but he was still introducing what was in essence his life partner, eventually his wife if they formalized it that way, to his family. Who wouldn't be a bit nervous? Leaving their luggage in the car for the moment, they climbed the stairs to the front door — like almost all houses in the area, this one was on pylons, or stilts, as his younger sister used to call them — and opened the door. "Hello?" Jack called. "Woo Hoo!" came the response from somewhere above. "Up here!" Jack grinned as he led Jennifer upward. "That's mom." Two floors up they finally emerged into a large open combined kitchen, dining and den area. A slender, sprightly woman with graying brown hair was puttering around the kitchen until they topped the stairs. "Hey, mom!" Jack said. "Jack!" she grinned, coming over to give him a hug, then held him at arms length. "Good grief, boy, what have you been doing to look so studly?" "Mom!" Jack laughed in mild embarrassment. He indicated Jennifer. "It's all her doing. Mom, this is Jennifer Holiday. Jennifer, this is Katharine, my mother." Katharine had turned at the introduction, and her eyes widened. "Oh, my. Yes I can see how Jack might be inspired to great efforts. You are absolutely lovely, dear." She had taken Jennifer's hand, and shook it warmly. "Welcome to our little family vacation. I hope we don't scare you off." Jennifer blushed a bit but smiled graciously at the praise, then laughed at the welcome. "Thank you, Mrs. Phillips. That would take some doing, I'm afraid." "Yes, I bet it would," she mused thoughtfully as she looked between Jack and Jennifer, "I'll wheedle details later." She changed the subject as she headed back toward the kitchen, "You two are probably thirsty. Lemonade?" "That would be great, mom. How can I help?" She waved him off, and then waved them both toward stools at the kitchen's counter-slash-breakfast bar. "You can't. It's ice and lemonade in cups. Sit. How was your trip?" "Long, but... good," Jack said. "'Good', eh?" she repeated, looking at him shrewdly, a look he remembered well, a look she used when she knew, somehow, that he wasn't telling the whole story, or the whole truth. Jack grinned back innocently. Not this time, mom. You don't want to know. "Yep," he said out loud. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, "Uh, huh." She let it drop — for now - as she placed glasses in front of them. "Well, your father is taking a nap in our bedroom over there. Why he comes to the beach to nap in the air-conditioned bedroom, the same as he could do at home, is beyond me, but," she shrugged. "Um, let's see..." she ticked off on her fingers as she continued, "I believe Cindy is on the deck outside her room, reading a book. Doreen and Jonathan are taking a stroll on the beach..." Jack turned to Jennifer, "Cindy was married to Dad's brother until he died in the line of duty. He was an officer in the Army. She's still part of the family, though. Doreen is mom's sister. Jonathan is her husband." Katharine continued, "Sarah, Janie, and a friend of Janie's that came with her, Lea something-or-other, are sunning by the pool. Zane is down there too, trying to nonchalantly ogle the girls in their much too skimpy bathing suits while trying to hide his boner." "Mother!" Jack laughed in shock. She shrugged. "It's true," she said matter-of-factly. "Boys will be boys. And girls will be girls, I guess." Jack just shook his head and turned back to Jennifer. "Sarah is my younger sister. We've talked about her a bit. Zane is Cindy's son, her only child. Janie is Doreen's and Jonathan's daughter, also an only child. I don't know who Lea is." Jack frowned and turned back to his mother. "What about Martha and Elizabeth?" Martha was Jack's older sister, the wild sibling, and Elizabeth was her young daughter, whose arrival had tamed Martha quite a bit. Martha wasn't sure who the father was. Jack and Jennifer had discussed Martha on several occasions. Katharine sighed. "She couldn't get the whole week off. She'll be here Wednesday." "Oh, Okay. Well, I guess we should get our bags moved in. Where is our room?" Katharine pointed downward. "You guys are in the back bedroom to the left when you come out of the stairs. Sorry, the old folks got dibs on the ocean-front rooms. You should still have a great view from your little balcony, though." "Okay. We'll go get unpacked, and be back up in a little while." Jack said, gulping the rest of his lemonade before heading for the stairs. Jennifer took a final sip of hers, placed both of their glasses in the sink, and said, "Thanks for the lemonade, Mrs. Phillips," before following after Jack. Katharine waved her off. "Call me Katherine, please. No thanks necessary, although if you can get that boy to put his dishes away after he's done with them..." she shook her head while pointing to Jennifer having done it for him. A moment later she called down after them. "Dinner is going to be simple tonight; hot dogs and hamburgers. Jonathan'll be lighting the grill when they return from their walk on the beach in a few minutes, so chow time should be in about an hour." Jack and Jennifer unpacked casually, exchanging frequent caresses and playful grabs as they moved around their bedroom. True to Katharine's word, while their bedroom was on a corner of the house opposite from the ocean, it had a private deck on the side of the house that enjoyed a great view down the beach, and plenty of shade from another deck above. After they finished putting things away, they relaxed in the hammock on the deck, Jack feeling slightly but pleasantly guilty as they swung lazily that he wasn't helping with dinner. "Your mom's great, I really like her," Jennifer said with a grin, but Jack could tell that there was a 'but'. "But?" Jennifer screwed up her face as if she was a bit afraid to go on, or that the Genie was afraid to anger her Master. "Well, she's a little... different." "Different? How? Do you mean, like, lesbian or something?" Jennifer rolled her eyes. "No!" But then she frowned and shrugged, "well, maybe. I don't know exactly. She's different because I can't read her like I can most people." It was Jack's turn to frown. "What do you mean?" Jennifer thought for a moment. "Well, this isn't the best analogy, but think of most people as, say, a college dorm room, with an open door. Just by walking by the door and glancing inside, you can see a bit about the occupants, and without an invasion of their privacy. That's what I can usually do, sexually related, with most people, just through my basic ability and without a wish or anything from you. A step further would be to stick your head in the door for a quick look. That might roughly equate to the tote board. "Now, the next step would be a closed but unlocked door. That's kind of what I get from your mom. I can read nothing from her now. If you wished me to, I could 'open the door' and look in without harming her in any way, as the door is 'unlocked', but she might be aware of something going on, just as you would know if someone opened your actual dorm room door and looked inside. There's also the question of if that's more of an invasion of privacy. It certainly would be in the case of the dorm room, but, well," she shrugged, "perhaps that's where the analogy breaks down a bit. Beyond that, as you have mentioned before, she also certainly seems incredibly intuitive." Jack absorbed this. "So... what would cause this 'closed door'? And as for the intuitive part, we've always written that off as 'motherly intuition'." Jennifer shrugged. "Hard to say, at least without a wish from you to investigate, and even then my investigation would be restricted to sexual. Or protection, of course, but I certainly don't sense, or expect at this point, that your mother is any danger to you." Jack raised his eyebrows. "I would certainly hope not!" "I don't know if you Mom's 'closed door' and intuition are some innate ability, or perhaps something magical. I think I can say, though, that if they are magically related, it isn't Jinn-wrought." "Huh? What else would it be?" Jennifer lifted her head from lying on his shoulder to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "It could be many things. You don't think Jinn magic is the only magic, do you?" Jack looked back at her in shock. "Well, no, I guess not. I honestly haven't thought about it at all, but now that you bring it up, it only makes sense..." he trailed off as the implications flooded his brain. "Holy shit! How could I not have thought about this before? Does that mean that there are, like, really witches and vampires and wizards and stuff?" Jennifer shrugged again. "Now? I don't know. Back in my original time..." "Jack?" Jack's dad's voice interrupted from the deck above them. "Are you kids down there?" Jack was so engrossed in Jennifer's revelation that he nearly jumped out of the hammock in surprise at the call. "Hey!... Dad. Yeah, us 'kids' are down here." "Well come on up. Dinner is almost ready, and all of us are dying to meet this girlfriend of yours. Your mom tells us she's quite the looker." Jack shook his head and shrugged apologetically to Jennifer. Typical Dad, Jack thought to himself. Jennifer just giggled. Jack sighed and started maneuvering them out of the hammock. "I guess we'll have to continue this later. Ready?" Jennifer looked nervous again, but Jack just grinned. Jack and Jennifer climbed the stairs to the living area to be greeted by a cheerful, slightly cacophonic welcome. Jack looked around to find that all the adults were present, but the kids still must be changing. He waved at everyone and said a general howdy, then steered Jennifer toward his Dad. "Dad, this is Jennifer Holiday. Jennifer, this is Ronald, my Dad." Jennifer returned Ronald's firm hand shake and said, "It's wonderful to meet you, Mr. Phillips." She released his hand and performed a graceful little spin. Even in her current simple light green pair of corduroy short-shorts, matching sleeveless v-neck t-shirt, and comfortable nearly-flat sandals she was heart-stoppingly gorgeous. She had brushed her long hair until it glowed a deep red, and as she turned she flashed to good effect legs that, in flats, more than equaled what a pin-up model would require spiked heels to achieve. So the answer was already a given when she looked at him, head tilted, eyebrow raised, a saucy little grin playing on her lips and asked "I hope I meet your 'looker' expectations?" Jack's father was a generation older, and thus a bit old-school, the breadwinner while his wife was the homemaker. Still, he had been a good father, showing up at the important baseball games, dance recitals, etc. Sometimes he was a bit clueless on the finer points of family goings on, and interpersonal interaction, but he knew enough to 'harrumph' and look a bit bashful, now. Jack's mom laughed and slapped his arm, "Serves you right!" She grinned and held a thumbs-up to Jennifer, "Good for you!" Jennifer grinned back and shrugged. Jack led her to a middle-aged couple, next. "Jennifer, this is Jonathan and Doreen Schubert. Doreen is mom's younger sister. Jonathan, Doreen, this is Jennifer Holiday, my girlfriend." They both greeted her warmly. Jonathan made a heroic effort not to ogle. He was somewhat successful. Last of the adults was a short, attractive dirty-blond. She was slender and lightly curvy, and Jack was happy to see that the only change in her since the last time he saw her was a slight deepening in the laugh wrinkles around her eyes and at the corner of her mouth. "Jennifer, this is Cindy. Cindy, this is Jennifer Holiday." Cindy smiled. "It's so nice to meet you. Finally, someone worthy of my favorite nephew!" Jennifer blushed and said thanks, while Jack snorted. "Cindy, I'm you're only nephew!" Cindy shrugged. "That just makes my standards higher." They all stood around and chatted casually while awaiting the arrival of the grilled meat, which Jonathan had gone to retrieve, and the rest of the younger generation, at whom various adults took turns yelling down the stairs to hurry up. Everyone wanted to know how Jack and Jennifer had met, of course, and they repeated their now familiar, totally BS story. There wasn't time for much of anything after that, as the burgers and dogs arrived, followed seconds later by the stragglers. The first was Zane, Cindy's son, a gangly, stick-thin young man sporting a shock of unruly brown hair. Jack was surprised at how tall Zane had grown since the last time he had seen him, but determined not to mention it. That was way too grown-up a comment. Unsurprisingly, Zane headed straight for the food, giving a grunted reply to any greeting he received on the way. He didn't even notice Jennifer until he had a plate overloaded and started looking for a place to sit. He almost dropped it, then, and spent the next while staring at her while managing to look everywhere but. And shoveling in food, of course. Last up the stairs was Sarah, Jack's younger sister, and what appeared to be her entourage; their cousin Janie, and a girl Jack didn't recognize who must be Lea. Sarah was worthy of the entourage from a girl's point of view, he supposed; a pretty blond who had always been popular, always a cheerleader, always with the 'in' crowd. Now a senior in college, it wasn't surprising that the younger ladies idolized her, especially Janie, who would be a college freshman at the end of the summer. Long, straight dark hair to Sarah's long, curly blond, slender, understated curves to Sarah's more voluptuous figure, Janie looked like she might be catching up to Sarah in the looks department, even if her look was quite different. Lea, though, was a surprise, and a bit of a puzzle. Her slightly short, stacked figure had larger breasts and a rounder, fuller, tighter ass than Sarah, yet had a tiny waist and toned, tan legs that only a teen could possess. Her pretty face and lustrous, wavy brown hair combined with the rest to make for a very hot young lady, yet she gave every indication of being extremely self conscious, and deferential to both of the other girls. Jack made a mental note to nose into that a bit. Sarah led her little procession halfway into the room before she spotted Jennifer, and then she visually deflated. Jack and Jennifer walked up to the trio. "Hey, Sarah. This is Jennifer, my girlfriend. Jennifer, this is my sister Sarah, my cousin Janie, and this must be Lea, yes?" Lea nodded mutely as she stared at Jennifer in awe. Janie said, "Um, hi," as she did the same thing. Sarah managed to extend her hand and shake Jennifer's as she said, "Nice to meet you," while also staring half in awe, half in something a bit more sour. Jennifer greeted them all warmly. "Come on everyone, let's eat before the food gets cold... or Zane eats it all." Katharine said. Zane blushed slightly, but didn't stop shoveling it in, or staring in what he hoped was a surreptitious manner at Jennifer. Jack and Jennifer slowly moved toward the buffet where the food was laid out, winding up in line behind the girls. Filling their plates, they looked for a place to sit. The girls had ensconced themselves at one small table, and the youngest two at least were giving Jennifer looks as if they hoped she would join them. Jack looked over at Zane. "I'm going to sit with Zane. He looks a bit lonely." "Ok, I'll go with you." "Sure you don't want to sit with your new fan club?" Jennifer smiled ruefully, "I have a feeling there will be plenty of that this week." "Aw, poor baby." Jack said completely insincerely. Jennifer narrowed her eyes at him. Zane sat up straighter and looked a bit uncomfortable yet excited when it was obvious they were heading his way. "Hey, Zane! Mind if we join you?" Jack asked. "Uh, sure!" They sat, and then realized they had forgotten beverages. "I'll get them!" Jennifer said, bouncing back up. She looked at Jack with a raised eyebrow and asked in a voice suspicious for sounding remarkably flight attendant-like. "Ice cold bottle of beer, sir?" Jack narrowed his eyes in return, "Sure." Zane observed the obviously charged exchange, then Jennifer's captivating backside as she walked away. He noticed Jack noticing his noticing, and looked hurriedly down at his plate. Jack smiled. "Zane, let's go ahead and take care of something now." Zane looked up with a miserable 'busted' expression on his face. "Yes, Uncle Jack." Jack snorted, "No, let's take care of that first. Call me 'uncle' again and I'll smack ya. It's just Jack, got me?" Zack grinned. "Yes, un... Jack." "Good. Now. She," he indicated Jennifer across the room putting ice in a cup, "is incredibly hot, yes?" "Yeah, I guess so." Zane said noncommittally, obviously unsure of where the conversation was going. "You 'guess so.' Not to brag, but honestly, have you ever seen anyone hotter in person?" "Um, no, I guess not." "Good. So, it would be very unfair, and unrealistic, for me to expect you, a healthy young lad, not to admire her, yes." "Uh, I guess so?" "Right. Therefore, I give you permission to ogle her as much as you want. I don't mind, and she won't either." Jennifer returned at that point, cutting off their discussion. She looked back and forth between them suspiciously. "Have you boys been talking about me?" Genie Chronicles Ch. 26 "Yep." Jack nodded emphatically. Jennifer grinned a big grin. "Good!" The rest of dinner was casual, easy discussion, with Zane's initially self-conscious, monosyllabic contributions slowly expanding to actual sentences, especially when the topic turned to video games. When Jack happened to mention that he had packed his game console, Zane said, "You did?! My mom wouldn't let me bring mine." "Well, mine probably wouldn't let me either, but she doesn't tell me what to do anymore... most of the time." "Let me get this straight. You boys are going to come to the beach and spend all you time playing video games?" Jennifer asked incredulously. Jack shrugged and said in wounded innocence, "Maybe." Jennifer rolled her eyes and sighed. "Well, that just leaves me more time to sunbathe topless by the pool, I guess." "Ouch!" Jack exclaimed, laughing. "You don't fight fair!" Meanwhile, it was a wonder that Zane's instant hard-on didn't 'thunk' against the bottom of the table. Everyone chipped in and made short work of the after-dinner cleanup. The adults decided to go for a walk on the beach, while the girls went off to do something... girlish. That left Jack, Jennifer, and Zane. Jack was still a bit tired, so passed on any evening beach-type activities, putting them off to other nights, and the three of them plopped down to watch some TV. After nodding off for the third time, Jack decided it was time for bed. Staying awake long enough to determine that Zane was currently the only occupant of the 'children's room', called such because of its two sets of bunk beds, and that the room had its own TV, Jack deposited the game console with Zane, advised him to keep the volume low to avoid discovery for as long as possible, and then collapsed into his own bed with Jennifer and fell asleep immediately. Genie Chronicles Ch. 26 The blast of pleasure hit him like a continuous bolt of lightning, more intense than imagining, and rendered him completely incoherent and immobile. Luckily it ended a couple of seconds later, because he wasn't able to even form the thought to ask her to stop, and he was fairly sure that exposure for much longer would have literally blown his mind. As it was he had sunk under the water when the blast of pleasure struck, then surfaced sputtering when it released him. Holy fuck! See what you just put your Genie through. Holy fuck! The sputtering had not gone unnoticed. "You okay, Jack?" Cindy asked. "Oh... yeah. Jennifer just dunked me." Sarah, who had also raised her head from her towel at the commotion, chortled. "Big studly brother let a girl dunk him?" Cindy grinned and said in a loud, conspiratorial whisper to the other girls, "I think he let her just so he could get another look a fabulous fanny." This earned her three frowns, all containing various mixtures of confusion and indecision over whether to be scandalized or intrigued or both. Jack just shrugged in a non-committal way and gave a non-committal smile as they made their way to the steps out of the pool. So, was that a pleasure, or a punishment? Jennifer gave another mental snort, but with overtones of humor. At that level, I'm not sure there's a difference. Jack looked over at the four ladies sunning on their towels, then back at the pool. He had a wicked thought. Do you think any of the other ladies would enjoy a little of what you enjoyed? Jennifer smiled a small conspiratorial smile. Perhaps. Well, for the duration of our vacation, why don't you arrange the plumbing of the pool so that all of the jets are positioned to provide good, and fairly obvious, opportunities for, um, stimulation. Tingle. Done, but you aren't going to leave the guys out, are you? Ah, no, thanks for the reminder. Do the same with a few water intakes spread about. And keep it all functional, of course. Done. Hmmm, can you make similar arrangements for the Jacuzzi? That might be interesting. Tingle. Done. You're right, that will be interesting. I just hope the pool cleaner doesn't come and find the odd plumbing. No worries, Jennifer reassured serenely. Jack had a bit of a squinky thought. Oh, and can you keep the water clean? Of course. Jack had a really squinky thought. He shuddered. And if my parents happen to, um, take advantage of the upgrades, PLEASE warn me off if I happen to be near. Jennifer rolled her eyes. They are regular people, too... Stop! I know! Don't want to talk about it! Jack gallantly held out a hand to assist Jennifer up the steps, and took the opportunity to admire the view of broad feminine shoulders, then sculpted back, hourglass waist, deliciously rounded hips with tight, wet-fabric-hugged ass cheeks, and finally long, long, gloriously toned legs rising in a vertical parade in front of him. Are you looking at my ass again? Among other things, absolutely! Just making sure, as she gave an extra wiggle the first couple of steps out of the pool. They spread their towels on the opposite side of Cindy from the girls and lay down to dry out a bit before applying suntan lotion. Jack found it pleasant for a few moments, with the warmth of the pool deck relaxing his back while the water evaporating from his skin in the ocean breeze cooled him. He wasn't much for just lying around broiling in the sun, though, and rather than slather on lotion and bake he was prepared to get up and go find something to nibble on for breakfast when Zane appeared, wearing a rumpled t-shirt, rumpled swim trunks, rumpled hair, and squinting in the bright morning sun. "Mumph," he uttered by way of general greeting. "Morning sleepyhead!" Cindy said in a loud, cheerful voice. "Finally awake at the crack of noon?" "Aww, Mom, it's not noon yet," he whined sleepily. "Close enough! If you hadn't been playing those video games that appeared from somewhere all night," she was now glaring at Jack, "maybe you would've gotten up at a decent hour." "This IS a decent hour," Zane protested while Jack made a great show of looking around at the lovely bright blue sky in exaggerated innocence. "Humph," Cindy humphed. "Well, why don't you studly young men go over there and check out the storage closet." She pointed to a door at the corner of the house. "There's supposed to be some pool floats and toys and stuff in there. I feel like a little float around the pool." "Yes, Ma'am," they chorused, and Jack jumped up to follow Zane to the closet. They spent the next few moments inventorying what was indeed a fairly extensive collection of pool and beach toys, floats, and chairs. "Don't let the girls see those, or they'll want us to bring them out for them," Zane murmured, pointing at a stack of folding lounge chairs. Jack studied them a moment, then grinned and slapped Zane on the back. "Excellent idea!" He started extracting the chairs. "You want to take then chairs?" Zane asked incredulously. Jack's grin turned conspiratorial. "Watch and learn, young apprentice." He gave Zane two chairs, took three himself and headed back to the pool. Setting two down, he took the third over to Cindy. "Ma'am, may I offer you one of our comfortable chaise lounges on which to recline while we prepare your pool float?" He held out a hand to help her up. She looked at him in confusion and perhaps slight suspicion for a moment, then at seeing the chair he held at the ready in his other hand, broke into a large flattered smile. "Why, thank you, sir that would be lovely!" She took his hand and stood, then bent to retrieve her towel. "Allow me, ma'am." Jack bent and picked up her towel and threw it over his shoulder. As he started to unfold the chair, he nodded his head to a nonplussed Zane, indicating that he should do the same for Jennifer. Zane's look turned even more nonplussed. He looked down at Jennifer's reclined form, grinning back up at him. His discomfort didn't disappear, but it was now obviously at war with his interest in pleasing the stunning hard-body stretched out languorously below him. The battle didn't last long. "Uh, chair, ma'am?" he finally croaked gamely. "Yes, thank you." Jennifer replied, her grin replaced with a more regal smile. She looked up expectantly at him. He frowned for a moment. "Oh!" he thrust out a hand. She took it and rose gracefully. He bent to pick up her towel and then imitated Jack in unfolding the lounge, adjusting it so that it was in a reclined position, and spreading the towel over it. Jack held out a hand to Cindy. She took it and reclined onto the lounge. "Thank you, sir!" "My pleasure, ma'am" Jack grinned back. Zane held his hand out to Jennifer. She took it, but before lying down she placed her other hand on his arm, stood on her tiptoes slightly, and kissed his cheek. "Thank you sir." Zane turned bright red, but was able to murmur, "yes, ma'am." The other three girls had watched the show, and now looked between Jack and Zane and the other chairs expectantly. Jack didn't keep then waiting, grabbing another chair. Lea was next, and the offer was on his lips when he had a thought. "Zane is bringing your chair, if you wish for one, ma'am." He moved on to Janie. "Lounge, ma'am?" "Yes, please." She allowed Jack to help her up, giggling. Meanwhile it looked like Lea was trying to decide whether to be offended or not, at least until Zane came up with another chair. "Chair, ma'am?" he asked a bit bashfully. She grinned back up at him just as bashfully. "Yes, please," she replied softly. Are you up to something? Jennifer asked. Jack gave a mental shrug. Not really, just thought Zane might rather offer a chair to someone who isn't his cousin. Okay. Then, hmmm. What are YOU up to? Oh, nothing. Uh, huh. Jack deposited Janie on her lounge and moved on to Sarah. From the look on her face, she obviously half-expected some smart-assed offer from her brother for her own chair, but he was just a courteous to her as the others. Once reclined on her own lounge, it was equally obvious that she didn't know what to think about that. Jack turned to address the group of lovely reclined forms. "Okay, now who would like a float?" After a moment of consideration, Cindy, Janie and Sarah indicated they would. Jack dragged Zane back to the storage room. They rummaged around and pulled out three floats that looked to be in good shape. They spent the next fifteen minutes huffing and puffing to inflate the mostly-flat floats, and then offered them to the ladies. Receiving more thanks in return, Jack dragged Zane back to the closet once more. "What now?" Zane nearly whined. "Let's set up that pool volleyball rig." Zane grumbled. "Don't you like pool volleyball?" Zane shrugged. "I guess." "You know, pool volleyball? In the pool? With girls? In bathing suits? Jumping all around?" Zane got the picture, and his enthusiasm for the project rose markedly. They found that the last tenants of the house, or at least the last ones to use the volleyball set, hadn't been very considerate, and in fact appeared to have tied the net in knots deliberately before they left. As Jack and Zane worked to untangle the mess, Zane asked, "So what was all that with the chairs and floats?" Jack sighed. Had he been that clueless with girls by the time he was 18? He didn't think so. He hoped not. "Think of it as earning brownie points." "Brownie points?" "Well, present girlfriend aside, I don't claim to be the expert on women, but I have found that they usually like it when guys are all gentlemanly and do stuff for them. That earned us a few Brownie points." "Toward what." It was Jack's turn to shrug. "Who knows? Your mom, for one, might lighten up a little on the video game thing. As for the others..." Jack shrugged again. Zane's face took on an expression of contemplation. Jack turned away and grinned. He had a sneaking suspicion what might be being contemplated. They finally got the mess unsnarled and carried it out to the pool. The volleyball set consisted of two stubby poles with large bases filled with water. They were placed on opposite sides of the pool, and the net stretched between them so it extended across the pool just an inch or two above the water. Cindy, Janie, and Sarah were floating lazily about the pool, and expressed interest when the boys started setting it up. The two girls that seemed to attract the majority of Zane's attention, though, were the two that were still lying by the pool, especially Lea. Jack caught him sneaking glances at her often, and smiled to himself again. It looked like his suspicion might be right. They made sure the net was adjusted correctly to stretch across the pool without sagging, then undid one end and coiled it up on the edge of the pool so that it wouldn't be in the girl's way. Jack considered the three floating ladies for a moment, then the other two on the deck at the far end of the pool. "Of course, we can always earn more Brownie points..." he murmured. A moment later, the serene floating of three ladies was interrupted by a loud, chorused "Cannonball!" followed immediately by a drenching simultaneous double-splash, which in turn was followed by some significant waveage. The waves might not have been enough in and of themselves to capsize the ladies, but in combination with their startled reactions and over-compensation to the motion on the skittish floats, flipping was unavoidable. A quick retraction of Jennifer's toes left the other two girls completely untouched by the collateral splatter. All three came up sputtering, which turned, for the most part, to outraged laughter. Sarah also wore an expression of righteous affirmation that THIS was the kind of behavior she expected from her older brother. Before it could be determined whether superior numbers could overcome superior size in an all-out splash-and-dunk battle, Doreen's voice called down from the top deck, "Anyone hungry? We've set out a late brunch of bagels and sandwich stuff." The combatants stared each other down with challenging smiles that said, "This isn't over!" for a moment before Jack called back up "Sure, Doreen, we'll be right there." "Chicken!" Cindy accused, and there was a smattering of small-splash-fire as they all made their way up the pool stairs and retreated to their respective towels to dry off. As Cindy passed on the way to the sliding doors, she pointed an accusing finger at the boys, "We'll settle this on the volleyball court. This afternoon!" As soon she was out of earshot, Zane complained quietly, "You mean my mom's playing?" Jack just couldn't resist. The opportunity was too good to pass up. He replied so only Zane could hear, "I sure hope so. She's pretty hot." The look of horrified disgust he received was everything he could have hoped for. You know, YOUR mom... STOP! DON'T SAY ANYTHING! LALALALALALALALALA... Genie Chronicles Ch. 27 The towel-wrapped ensemble trooped up to the top floor and fell hungrily on the small spread laid out. All of the parents except Cindy had eaten and were puttering around doing various things, so everyone was able to fit around the large dining table. The chatter was animated and wide-ranging, at least after a few final volleyball challenges were issued. Much of the talk was about what everyone wanted to do during the rest of the week. The girls' plans mostly centered on the pool, the beach, and shopping at various quaint little shops and shopping centers sprinkled around the area. When Jack mentioned the small amusement park adjacent to the area's popular boardwalk, everyone thought that sounded fun, and plans were made to go Wednesday evening so that Jack's older sister Martha and her daughter Elizabeth could join them. At one point Jack noticed that Zane and Lea were sitting close together, but not really paying overt attention to each other. Hmmm, is something brewing there? Jennifer had been chatting with the girls about some boutique or other. She continued verbally while answering Jack, There are some possibilities. Each is attracted to the other, but both are scared to make any indication. Zack is just inexperienced. Lea, well, she's a little more complicated. Oh? Should I ask how? Complicated in a sexual way, I assume? Well, sort of. I actually learned most of her information the old fashioned way; we talked while the other girls were in the pool. Ah. So... anything you can repeat? I'm your Genie, Jack. I must repeat anything you ask me to. Ok, then, let's start with anything that she wouldn't mind you repeating, or that's fairly common knowledge among her friends and family. Well, like Zane, she's had one parent raising her, her mom, but the similarities end there. While Zane's family situation has been a supporting and loving one, Lea's hasn't always. Even after Zane's father was killed, Cindy has been able to support them both fairly comfortably, and raised Zane to be a well-adjusted kid. Lea, on the other hand, grew up in a much more unpleasant environment, at least until her father left. Was she abused? She didn't go into that. Can you tell? Hmmm. She wasn't sexually, at least. And her sexually-related hang-ups aren't that deviant; mostly just what you'd expect for someone who has been living under some fairly serious repression. Repressed? How? Although I don't really know if her mother was abused - she wasn't abused sexually, either, I can tell that much - I do know from Lea's comments that her mother has always been very protective of her, initially perhaps from her father's anger, if not abuse. That protectiveness has turned to over-protectiveness over the years, including not allowing her to date. Her mother even forbade her to come on this trip. Lea informed her that she had just graduated high school, was eighteen and therefore an adult, had a scholarship to State, and would go on this trip if she wanted. Her mother's response was that if she was an adult, then she could be one on her own. That really scared Lea, but she was so fed up at that point that she didn't back down. Before she had to figure out how to go out on her own, though, her mom relented. Are they okay, now? Well, it sounds like things are still a little brittle, but for the most part, yes. So she's just really inexperienced with guys? How is that much different from Zane? Zane may not have much experience, but at least he has had some exposure to the opposite sex. Lea has had very little. Now that she's asserting her independence a bit, she has a drive to make up for lost time, goaded along by some fairly serious hormones. She told you all that? Well, the hormones I read for myself, as well as a few other things. I can't read her very deeply without you wishing it, but just by 'looking through her dorm room door', to use our earlier metaphor, I can tell that under that meek veneer there is a little sexual tigress just waiting to come out and play. Don't get me wrong, it will take quite a bit of doing to get her to come out of her shell - or her cage if you will - created by the years of repression, but once she's out... Are we talking, like, a potential nympho or something? If she isn't careful, or falls in with the wrong person or persons, then yes, or something. Wow. It sounds like I need to use your abilities to limit sex! That isn't my place to say, master, and besides, she turned her head away from the concurrent verbal conversation she had going long enough to look at him with a raised eyebrow, what's wrong with being a nympho? Jack returned a small smirk, Nothing, as long as the nympho has a brilliant master to direct her nymphomania in the right directions. She stuck her tongue out at him, hidden from the rest by the hand she had her chin propped on, before turning back to the conversation. Jack looked at Zane for a moment. If she needs to avoid the wrong people, is he a right person? I mean, I know he's a good kid, but if he's as inexperienced, and probably as horny, as she is, is that good or bad? On the other hand, I say 'kid' but they both are legally adults now, so I guess they can do what they want. I cannot say for sure, but he's probably as good as any, and better than most. The biggest risk, as you say, is their combined almost total lack of experience. Well, I really hate to interfere, but perhaps you can monitor their progress, and let me know if you see something that warns of doom ahead. Will-do. The early lunch broke up, with everyone helping clean up after Jack and Jennifer set the example. Jack's mom pantomimed total shock and praised Jennifer as a miracle worker. Jennifer came to his defense. Sort of. "Actually, he wasn't that messy when we met." "Thanks, I think," Jack replied. Everyone laughed. It was decreed by Cindy that the Mother of All Volleyball Matches would begin at 1:00 PM. That gave everyone a little over an hour to goof off. As Jack and Jennifer headed toward their room, Jennifer said, "It looks like we'll be in the sun most of the afternoon. We really need a good coat of suntan lotion." Jack grinned. "I'll do yours if you do mine." They both arrived at the pool at one o'clock thoroughly protected by lotion, including in many locations unlikely see the light of day. ------ It was a given, at least for Cindy, Sarah, and Janie, that it was girls against boys. Jack and Zane immediately objected, as that would be five against two. "Um, four to two, actually," Lea interjected hesitantly. "I can't play." "Why not?" Janie asked. "I thought you said you can swim." "Oh, I can. It's just, well..." she trailed off and shrugged, her face turning a bit red. Ah. A look of understanding crossed Jennifer's face, and she smiled understandingly at Lea and took her elbow. Leading her toward the sliding glass doors she said to the remaining group, "Excuse us for a moment, be right back." Everybody shrugged at each other and milled in and around the pool for a few moments until the pair returned. When they stepped back through the doors it was immediately obvious what had transpired. Lea now wore Jennifer's new blue one-piece, while Jennifer sported Lea's faded white one-piece with floral print. It was also immediately obvious that, at least from shoulder to hips, they shared similar builds. The blue suit fit Lea just about as well as it did Jennifer, and the thin white suit was just as much another layer of skin on Jennifer as it had been on Lea. Oh, my! Thank you, Jack! I guess my suspicion of what happens to that suit when it gets wet is fairly accurate, then. Tingle. Chuckle. Well, maybe not that accurate. She paused. Or maybe it is. These things usually have a privacy lining in the cups. In the case of this suit, those linings were padded. That was okay before Lea started developing. When that happened, her mom removed the lining and just made Lea wear adhesive bandages to hide any... reaction to chilly water, shall we say? I'm surprised that she didn't make Lea try on the bathing suit for her before the trip. She apparently doesn't realize how much more Lea has developed since the last time she saw her wearing it. She definitely would have never let Lea bring it if she had. And are you wearing any adhesive bandages? Of course not! The two had reached the other girls by this time, and Jennifer explained out loud, "Lea was a little concerned about what might happen to this suit when it got wet, so I traded with her for now. We'll take her shopping later." The idea of an actual need to justify a shopping trip seemed to please the little group, but then Cindy frowned at Jennifer. "What about you? Aren't you concerned what may happen to that suit when it gets wet?" Jennifer's reply was pitched so that only the little group could hear. From the looks of scandalized amusement that quickly turned to evil grins on all of their faces, though, Jack figured he had a pretty good idea of what she said. Meanwhile, Jonathan valiantly volunteered to join the guys, earning a sarcastic snort from his wife, who obviously doubted that his reasons for playing were all that valiant. Still, while he was growing a little larger around the middle after forty-something years, he remained an active guy and Jack and Zane were glad to have him. Jack's dad, on the other hand, begged off as being too old, and joined Katherine and Doreen as the referees, if anyone sitting off to the side of the pool around a table, under a large umbrella, sipping refreshing adult beverages can be called a referee. The next issue was over who played on which end of the pool. The girls argued that the guys should take the deeper end because they were taller. The guys argued back that the odds were still five to three, and that fact plus the guys having to play in the deep end was too much of an advantage for the girls. They finally settled on flipping a coin. The losing team would start in the deep end for what would be best of three rounds. After the first round the winning team would take the deep end. The same would go for the third round if there was one. The guys lost the toss, so hopped into the deep end. Jack quickly discovered a fringe benefit to having the girls in the shallow end; it left much more female flesh exposed. Of course, that could be detrimental to the actual game, especially with Jennifer's current suit now wet. The lining was still in place in the crotch, but anywhere else that didn't have the floral print was effectively transparent. (Un)Fortunately, a couple of (in)conveniently placed flowers hid her nipples and made their current status difficult to judge. Oh, my! Jack repeated, and received another mental chuckle in return. The guys narrowly lost the first round, due in no small part to all the female flesh bouncing around on the other side of the net. The teams switched sides, and the guys won the second round easily, as the deeper water was almost over some of the girls' heads, making it difficult for them to get to the ball. It also hid most of their distracting curves. They switched sides again for the third round. Jack called a quick huddle. "Okay, men, I know it's asking the impossible," he murmured with mock severity, "but in order to win, we have stop looking at those girls as, well, scantily clad girls. We've got to look at them as opponents!" Zane just blushed and grinned a bit self consciously, but Jonathan returned Jack's mock seriousness with a brisk nod. Not if I can help it! Jennifer sing-songed. Hey, no eavesdropping, and no cheating! The third round was a grueling affair, as casual pool volleyball at the beach goes. The guys pulled out to an early lead, but then Jennifer started in with a few extra little suggestive flaunts as she jumped for the ball, and the other girls quickly caught on. Nothing too overt, as all the guys were family of some sort except to Lea, and she was pretty bashful, even in Jennifer's one-piece. Still, the female team caught back up. After that the score was neck and neck until it reached 21 guys, 20 girls. The rounds were to twenty one, but the 'you gotta win by two' rule was in effect, so there were several match points before the guys finally won. This was followed by lots of guy high fives and grunting, and lots of girl eye-rolling and boo-hissing. As grueling casual pool volleyball isn't really all that grueling, once the guy celebration was over and everyone took a quick refreshment break, they all still wanted to play, so the teams were re-organized to make things more even. As the two tallest players, Zane and Jack were always on opposite teams. Everyone else floated back and forth from match to match. Late in the afternoon, in what Kathleen decreed would be the last match before everyone cleaned up for dinner, the rotation had Jack facing off against Cindy. Each time they came to the net, Jack made a great show of spiking the ball over the shorter woman. The third time this happened, instead of bothering to jump to try to block Jack's shot, Cindy reached under the net and grabbed the bottom of Jack's trunks. Jack's jump had been an enthusiastic one, so Cindy's little maneuver was more successful than she had intended; she shucked his trunks down to his knees. As both Jack and Cindy has been facing each other very close to the net, this resulted in her, and pretty much just her, getting an up close and personal view of his privates, while Sarah, who was behind Jack, got a full moon. Jack collapsed down into the water, sputtering and red as a beet as he scrabbled to pull his shorts back up. Cindy's 'serves you right' smirk, while in place, was more than slightly dented by the image playing over and over in her mind of Jack's impressive endowment appearing a few inches in front of her nose. Sarah, who had been directly behind Jack, had meanwhile fallen back into the water moaning, "My eyes! My eyes!" melodramatically over and over. Lea, who had been diagonally behind, looked stunned, but perhaps didn't find the sight quite as objectionable as her teammate. Jack narrowed his eyes at Cindy and said softly. "I'll get you back for that." She returned the look, her smirk now fully in place. "Take you best shot, big guy." Jack's spike had actually scored, and that ended the game. Everyone razzed Jack as they got out of the pool, but he had recovered enough to return fire. So your protection powers don't extend to my getting publicly humiliated? Jack complained sarcastically once he and Jennifer reached their towels. Well, they might have if the situation had been one that threatened you in some way. As it was, Cindy will be fantasizing about large cocks for awhile... well, fantasizing more than she has been. She's pretty horny and frustrated. Her frustration will go up even further due to the fact that the real-life big cock she just saw on such close display belongs to her off-limits nephew. The only other people that saw much of anything were Sarah and Lea. Your relationship with Sarah looks to be... congenially adversarial, shall we say?... so I would be surprised if this was the first time you mooned her. As for Lea, well, the view of your tight, firm beefcake has her boiler heating up another few degrees. Is that a problem? He could sense her mischievous grin as she replied, If things go well, perhaps only for Zane, and I don't think he would mind having that particular problem. Jack followed his towel-clad Genie the rest of the way back to their room in silence, enjoying the view of her terrycloth-wrapped form and the long legs below; their tan, silken skin still glossy from the vestiges of suntan lotion that he so liberally applied earlier in the day. He then admired the view of the damp swimsuit clinging to her skin as the towel dropped to the floor. The air conditioning proved that the cups of the bathing suit did indeed have their lining removed, and the floral print was not quite up to the task of masking things this time. He stopped her, though, as she began to remove the suit. She looked at him questioningly. "Won't you join me in the shower, Jack? I smell like chlorine and suntan lotion right now." Jack grinned. "I know. Believe it or not, I find those aromas on a beautiful woman who has just come in from a day at the pool a turn-on." She stepped closer and put her arms around him, the kiss on his chest of chilled, diamond hard nipples through her suit sending a shiver through him that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. "You do, do you? Well, we do have an hour or so before dinner..." Jack leaned down to kiss her deeply for a moment before pulling away. "Would you rather I didn't smell like pool and lotion?" She grinned a happy, naughty grin up at him. "No. You're right; there is something to be said for the aromas." "Well, let's move to a more appropriate setting, then." He took her hand and led her through the sliding doors and out onto the balcony. "Much better, with the ocean breeze and sound of the surf, and I've always wanted to fool around on a hammock." He looked to make sure they weren't visible to anyone. "You might want to mask our own sounds, though. Better yet, can you do your time thing so that we can take as long as we wish and still get cleaned up before dinner, but keep the refreshing breeze, surf sounds, etcetera?" Her eyes flashed. "Done." Jack looked around. It didn't look like anything had changed. "Really? Cool." His eyes turned back to hers. He kissed her, his hands going to her shoulders to slowly push the straps of the threadbare suit down her arms. Their play started mundanely enough as they lay naked and entwined on the hammock, kissing, caressing and fondling as they swung lazily. Eventually Jennifer took the initiative by asking Jack to turn over to lie on his stomach in the middle of the hammock. With an inquisitive expression he did as she asked. As he rolled over she reached down and deftly maneuvered his turgid shaft so that it poked through the weave of the hammock. She hopped off, retrieved their damp towels, spread them on the deck below the hammock and sat down on them cross-legged. Jack felt exposed, lying face down with only his cock poking through the hammock and at Jennifer's mercy. He was also highly intrigued and aroused by the arrangement. She reached up to gently grasp his shaft and stroke it lightly. Jack watched for a few moments through the hammock as she stroked him. Sighing, he turned his head to lie on the hammock, closed his eyes, and relaxed, giving himself over to the gentle breeze, crashing surf in the distance, and Jennifer's talented fingers. There was no way he could actually go to sleep with her skilled hands at work on him, but he did go into a sort of trance, filled only with the tranquil sounds and sensations lapping over him. He stayed there until, a pleasantly long time later, he felt a shift in the hammock. Turning languidly to look down through the holes, he found that the whole thing was ever so slowly rising away from Jennifer. He didn't bother to look up to try to discover the mechanics of what was going on. All his attention was on her. She still held his cock in her hand, and as soon as it was high enough, she scooted over to sit directly beneath it. She tilted her head back, displaying her long, elegantly sculpted neck to captivating effect as her russet mane, beautifully windswept from the day at the pool, brushed the towel behind her. The hammock began to lower, and she guided his cock to her parted lips. As soon as his tip touched them she dropped her hands to relax in her lap, using only lips and tongue to take him in, a sword swallower swallowing a fat, round blade. Jack could see her neck muscles work as they eagerly accepted his shaft until every millimeter was buried, her nose pressed between his balls through the hammock. Jack moaned at the sight, louder when he saw and felt the muscles in her neck begin to rhythmically squeeze his shaft. Genie Chronicles Ch. 27 He lay still for several long moments, enjoying the display and the resulting delightful sensations transmitted to his buried cock, before something in the back of his mind said that he should probably pull out to give her a chance to breathe. Apparently anticipating this concern, she said in a relaxing voice in his mind, Lie still and enjoy, Master. He sighed and did so. There was no way he was going to close his eyes, now, though. She eventually squeezed from his sword a massive load straight down her throat. Only when she had received every drop did the hammock slowly rise again, pulling his glistening blade from between her lips. He relaxed in lethargic post-orgasmic bliss for a few moments more before half rolling, half flopping out of the hammock onto rubbery legs. He pulled Jennifer up and kissed her deeply. "Thank you, that was incredible." She grinned happily up at him. "You are very welcome, Jack!" He grinned back, then raised an eyebrow. "Recharge, please." She raised an eyebrow in return as her eyes flashed. He was instantly rejuvenated and ready to go again, although his pleasantly relaxed state remained. Rather than explain what he wanted to do next and have to maneuver around to get things just right, he made a secret wish. Jennifer gave a small squeal as she floated off of her feet and over to lie crosswise on the hammock. Her tight, round ass was on the very edge, and her legs spread into a magically comfortable more-than-full split so that they lay along the edge of the hammock as well, her heels held in place by the weave of the ropes. Meanwhile the hammock rose to hang further from the deck once more. When the wish was complete, Jack stepped forward and pointed the head of his cock at her perfectly-placed entrance. "Now it's your turn to relax and enjoy," he said as he slid smoothly into her slickened tunnel. She moaned. He stepped forward a bit, swinging her out and pressing some of her weight onto his crotch. By experimenting and making small adjustments, he was quickly able to give a firm thrust with his hips and have her swing out and nearly off of his cock before gravity pulled her back to fully impaled again. A little more adjustment had him thrusting steadily as she swung off and back onto him. Being relaxed and freshly recharged gave Jack plenty of stamina, and with gravity doing much of the work, he swung-fucked Jennifer through two orgasms without tiring or getting even close to his own blast off, and was even able to watch in admiring fascination the way her firm round globes bounced and rotated deliciously as she swung. As she started her way to her third orgasm, a whimsical notion motivated him to vary his rhythm a bit until he had her delectable orbs in synchronous rotation, although in opposite directions. He grinned and looked up to see if she noticed. Her eyes were closed tightly as she panted and moaned, her hair splayed wildly across and over the opposite side of the hammock, and her arms were spread-eagled, fingers interlaced with and tightly gripping the weave of the hammock. A bit preoccupied, it appeared, so he was happy to enjoy the little extra erotic show he was putting on for himself, and resolved to keep the tight, synchronous orbiting going on until he exploded. He was mostly successful, losing the rhythm only briefly by the time he orgasmed with a groan and in unison with her fourth. His rhythm became a little erratic then. She finally came to rest, her crotch pressed to his, and they both panted. He grinned. "You don't seem very relaxed?" She smiled a tired and contented smile. "Mmmmm, I will be when I get my breath back, and my legs un-cramp." This last part was not a concern, as his wish had specified that her wide split be a comfortable one. She proved this, and gave lie to her words, as she lithely turned to lay normally in the hammock before opening her arms to him in invitation. It was one he couldn't refuse, and he joined her to snuggle for awhile before returning time to normal and hitting the shower. Jennifer had timed it so that they would have about twenty minutes before dinner; plenty of time for a quick shower, especially since they were the last of the group to take one and all of the hot water was gone. ------ Dinner was slightly more formal than the evening before, if only in that they ate steak instead of burgers and dogs, from real plates rather than paper ones, and the 'adults' â€" including Jack and Jennifer - were eating at the large dining table, while the 'kids' ate at the smaller breakfast table that Jack, Jennifer, and Zane had used the evening before. Jack noticed that Zane and Lea were sitting beside each other again, and had worked their way up to exchanging the occasional surreptitious glance. After dinner everyone complemented Jonathan, the evening's Grillmeister, on the delicious steaks, and helped clean up. "What's everyone doing this evening?" Kathleen asked as they finished. "Well, we've been talking about checking out the night-life." Sarah said. From the slightly uncomfortable look on Lea's face, Jack deduced that 'we' mostly meant Sarah and Janie. He thought quickly and said, "I was thinking we might take a stroll down the beach a little bit later. I believe there's an ice cream stand down there a-ways. Lea, if you don't want to go out, you are welcome to join us. That goes for anyone else, too." "Ugh, how can you think about ice cream after that dinner?" Janie asked with a face. "Well I did say 'a little bit later', and it is 'a-ways' down the beach. I figure by the time we get there, we'll have enough room for a cone. Zane, wanna go?" Zane shrugged and said, "Sure," without much enthusiasm. Jack figured Zane would just as soon stay and play video games, at least until he remembered that Jack had invited Lea as well. Janie turned to Lea and said softly, "Would you rather stay here? I'd really like to go out, but I understand if you don't want to. Is that okay?" Lea nodded, not quite able to prevent sneaking a glance at Zane. Janie seemed oblivious to the quick look as she smiled and said "Okay," then her face brightened and she turned to Jennifer. "Come with us! It'll be so much fun!" Jack glanced at Lea to see if she was offended that her friend would leave her behind and then turn around and enthusiastically invite Jennifer. If she was, she didn't show it. In fact, she looked relieved. Apparently Janie knew her friend pretty well, after all. He then turned to Jennifer, who looked back inquiringly. He shrugged. "Fine with me." Then he grinned, "But no dancing with other guys." "Of course not. I only dance with you," she replied sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes at him and earning retching noises from both Sarah and Janie. Those noises stopped when she continued, "I'll just send any guys who want to dance toward these other two." By the expression on Sarah's face, she was now just as enthusiastic to have Jennifer join them as Janie, now that Jennifer has removed herself from competition, Jack figured. Janie's parents, meanwhile, didn't look too happy. Jack's and Sarah's didn't seem to be paying much attention. Do you really want to go? Jack asked. He sensed her mental shrug. Sure, it'll be fun. You sure you don't mind? Nah, I don't mind. I'll miss you, of course, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say. Go have fun! But not too much fun! And no guys! Yes, master! Janie interrupted the silent conversation with, "Come on Jennifer, let's go get ready!" while practically dragging her toward the stairs. Jack turned to his mom. "What are you guys going to do?" "Well, I was thinking about a nice soak in the hot tub, followed by some cards if your father and Jonathan and Doreen are up for it." She looked inquiringly at the other couple. "I'm game," Jonathan said, "Dear?" Doreen nodded absently, still looking down the stairs after her daughter. Jack laughed. "Don't worry, Doreen. Jennifer will look after them." "Look after them?! She just said that she would send all of the wolves that she attracts toward my daughter!" Jack laughed again, then said in a reassuring voice, "Well, if she does, she will make sure they behave like obedient little puppy dogs. They'll be fine." "Janie is an adult, Doreen," Jonathan said kindly. Doreen sighed. "I know, but that doesn't mean I stop worrying." She looked at Kathleen. "How do you not worry?" "Who says I don't? I guess I'm more serene about it these days, with everything Martha put us through when she was younger. Besides, Sarah's a big girl, and so is Janie. Plus, I'm thinking Jack is right, it's hard for me imagine a situation that Jennifer couldn't handle." Meanwhile, Jack had a thought. Can your powers protect Sarah and Janie? Not directly. What do you mean? They can indirectly? Like an indirect result from a wish? Yes. How would that work? Well, as I mentioned before, my powers protect you, then me. They are always on and come into play instantly when needed, and my full powers are available until the threat is over and our anonymity is protected, if desired, with no restrictions that they be used only in a sexual manner. Take our previous example of an out-of-control truck running a red light and slamming into your car. That would be avoided with you in the car, me in the car, or both of us in the car. The most likely scenario would be something along the lines of my ability to 'slow time' coming into play long enough to decide how to avoid the accident, such as moving your car out of the way of the truck without anyone noticing. If the girls were in the car, they would be safe as well, although their memory might have to be tweaked slightly so that they didn't wonder how the car transported out of the way of the truck. Another option, once time is 'slowed', is altering the path of the truck itself so that it doesn't hit the car. A side effect of that might be that we could redirect the truck so that it wouldn't hit other cars, as well. Because my powers are fully available with no restrictions for that short time period, as long as the primary effect of keeping us safe is met, that effect can be brought about in many different ways. However, if neither you nor I am in the car with Sarah and Janie when the truck strikes, I can do nothing to help them, unless you were to make a sufficiently sexual wish that somehow protected them, and made it ahead of time. I cannot actually alter time itself, remember, and certainly cannot go back and change something once it has happened. "Jack, are you okay?" Doreen interrupted the silent conversation. Jack realized he had been staring off into space as he talked with Jennifer. "Yeah, just imaging what would happen to a guy if he did misbehave around Jennifer. Don't worry they'll be fine." Have fun. Be safe. Yes, master. Jack turned to Cindy. "What about you? Want to come with us for a walk and some ice cream?" "You sure you want an old lady with you?" Cindy asked. From the expression Zane was trying to hide, Jack knew what answer his nephew wanted, but Jack figured he could work it so that Cindy's presence wouldn't spoil Zane's and Lea's chance for a little alone time. "Nope, we definitely don't want any old ladies, but since there don't seem to be any here, you're safe to join us." Cindy laughed. "Thanks. When?" Jack shrugged. "I guess it's been 'a while' enough. I'm ready. Zane? Lea?" They both nodded. "Okay, we'll meet outside in a few minutes. I need to go dig out a flash light. It will probably be dark on the way back." They congregated a few minutes later at a gate by the pool that opened to a short boardwalk leading to the beach. Jack had scrounged two flashlights and handed one to Zane. There was currently plenty of light, so they pocketed them for the time being. They strolled down the beach together at first, Jack and Cindy keeping up most of the small talk, Zack and Lea chiming in occasionally. Every so often someone would stop to look at a shell or some such, and the little group would split and re-join. About half an hour later, just as dusk was making things difficult to see, they wandered up to the ice-cream stand. It demarked roughly where their area of beach houses ended and a more commercial area of hotels, restaurants, and retail shops began. The stand itself was actually more of a restaurant, with parking and an indoor dining area opposite the beach. The shop was doing a bustling business, but they didn't have to stand in line too long. Jack insisted on buying, as this was his idea, and Zane and Lea both opted for dipped ice-cream cones, his in chocolate, hers in strawberry. Zack ordered a blend-in with chocolate and toffee candy pieces and Cindy chose a simple vanilla cone. Their timing was good, as a picnic table became available just as the order was ready. They sat in silence for a few moments except for the occasional slurp. The slurps became more frequent, then interspersed with laughter as Zane and Lea tried to keep up with their ice cream melting in the humid evening ocean breeze. Cindy's cone wasn't melting quite as fast without being dipped in the hot waxy dip, but she still had to be vigilant lest dribbles make it down to her hand. When Jack pointed out that he was having no problem with his cup of ice cream, Cindy paused long enough to stick her cream-covered tongue out at him on its way back to her cone. When everyone was finished and had visited the small restrooms to wash sticky fingers, Jack was pondering the best strategy to get Zane and Lea some private time when Cindy pointed in the general direction of the street and said, "There are a couple of little shops over there I'd like to check out, or at least window shop." When Zane groaned, she replied. "Well, fine! You guys don't have to come if you want, although I'd like Jack as a chaperone, if he doesn't mind. Do you, Jack?" "Uh... no! I'd be happy to walk with you." "Okay, you two run along, then, if you like. We'll see you later back at the house." Cindy said to Zane and Lea. The pair didn't need to be told twice. Although both looked a bit nervous at the idea of being alone together, they both uttered hasty goodbyes and disappeared onto the beach. Cindy took Jack's offered arm and they strolled across the street toward a row of shops. "So where did you want to look?" Jack asked. Cindy shrugged. "Nowhere, really, I was just trying to give Zane and Lea an excuse to go off on their own." Jack laughed. "And here I was trying to find a way to do the same thing." Cindy snorted. "I'm not blind Jack. I see the way those too look at each other. It's really cute, and for both of their sakes I hope they can strike up a little something. Zane sure hasn't had the best luck with girls. I try to give him advice, but he doesn't want to listen to his dorky old mom." Jack grinned conspiratorially. "So you're saying you're rooting for your son to get lucky with the pretty girl?" "Well, I wouldn't go that far. But I don't think he's even really kissed a girl, yet, and from what I understand she probably hasn't kissed a boy, either. I've been starting to worry about him a bit. I want them to be careful, and I want them to be safe, but... Hell! I was making out in the back seat of my father's car when I was sixteen, and all of my friends were making fun of me because I waited that long." Jack laughed again. "I'd say you are a pretty awesome mom." She sighed. "Well, thank you, but Zane doesn't see me that way most of the time. It makes it hard, what with no man around for him to relate to. And it makes me feel really old, sometimes." Jack put his arm around her shoulder "He'll come around someday, and until that time, while I'm not that experienced as a 'man' yet myself, if there's anything I can do to help him, let me know." "Thanks, Jack, I just might take you up on that." "Oh, and for what it's worth, I think you are a pretty awesome aunt..." he grinned mischievously, "and a pretty hot one, if I do say so." It was Cindy's turn to laugh as she poked him in the ribs. "Thank you, you young rapscallion, but what would Jennifer say if she heard you talking to your old aunt like that?" Jack shrugged. "Well, she would probably say something like. 'Bad Nephew! How dare you flirt with your smoking-hot aunt like that? I mean, I know she's got that awesome little body, and I simply cannot believe that she is as old as you claim she is. She looks twenty! Not that forty two is old. Why, some women are at their sexual prime at..." "Jack, stop! You're making me blush." She was fanning herself, but it was too dark to tell if her claim was true. "And you really shouldn't talk about me that way." "Oh, that's not me. You asked what Jennifer would say." Jack replied innocently. "That is NOT what Jennifer would say." "Wanna bet?" "You're just saying all that to get back at me for pulling your shorts down, aren't you?" she accused. "No, but if telling the truth has a fringe benefit of embarrassing you as partial payback - and I mean a little, teeny part â€" for the grave public shame that was visited on me this afternoon, then all the better." Cindy snorted. "The only one who saw anything was me, and believe me, I've paid enough already." From his earlier conversation wit Jennifer, Jack knew what she was implying but said, "Hey! That's mean! What, has the sight given you walking nightmares or something?" "Ha, just the opposite, I can't... oh me and my big mouth. Never mind! Let's go back. Those two have enough of a head start." "Okay," the silently, Hey, Jen? Yes, dearest? Is Cindy okay? I need a more sexual reason... ah, no I don't either, do I? I told you all she would be able to think about is large cocks, and what she would like you, or more correctly someone just like you who isn't her nephew, to do with that equipment. Oh, yeah. However, while there have been moments that she truly would have considered jumping your bones if you happened to be around, as I also indicated earlier, she really isn't quite up to breaking the taboo of incest, even with her hot, non-blood-relation and now obviously well-hung nephew. I understand. I'm not really, either. It's fun to flirt a little, though, but I guess in this case that's just fanning her flames higher with no extinguisher in sight. True, although she's a big girl. She can handle it, as long as you aren't too over-the-top. They had walked down the beach a little ways in silence while Jack conversed with Jennifer. As they left the pool of light projected onto the sand around the ice cream shop Jack broke out the flashlight and broke the silence. "Sorry if I went too far." He could sense her shrug. "Oh, you didn't, Jack." She sighed. "It's just that it's been so long, since, well, you know. And to have such a graphic reminder literally exposed in front of your nose, well... my own fault, though. It is nice to hear from someone that I'm still attractive, even if it is only from my nephew." "Only?" Jack said in mock offense. "Well, it would be nice to hear from someone who I can actually go on a date with. You know, a real date." She continued in a low mutter that Jack barely heard over the surf, "With a guy who could give me some of what Jennifer's getting without committing incest. Lucky bitch." He laughed in shock at her actually speaking what was going on in her mind. "Cindy!" "Oh, did I say that out loud? Sorry." Jack wasn't sure how to respond, so they walked on in silence for a few more moments. "Would it help to know that Jennifer agrees that you are pretty hot?" "No! Men!" "I didn't mean it that way!" as far as you know. Genie Chronicles Ch. 27 "Oh. Okay, then, yeah, I'll take all the compliments I can get. Does she really think I'm attractive?" "Uh huh." "Well, can she send some of the men whose hearts she has to have broken my way for consoling?" Jack laughed. "I'll see what she can do." They walked the rest of the way back to the house in companionable silence until they reached the pool deck. "What to do now? It's too early for bed." Cindy mused. "Well, if I know mom and dad, their card game is just getting warmed up. They'll be playing well past midnight." "Yeah, I never could get into that." "Hmmm. TV?" "I can do that at home." "Jacuzzi?" "Ummm, too hot." "Video games?" Cindy just snorted. "Dip in the pool?" "That might be nice." She looked at him suspiciously "Or are you just trying to ogle your old aunt some more." "That would add to the pleasant pool experience, yes." Jack replied amiably. Cindy rolled her eyes. "I'll meet you at the pool in a few minutes. Would you grab me some wine on your way back out?" "Sure." Jack went to don his still-damp swim trunks before climbing the stairs to the kitchen level to grab Cindy's wine and a beer for himself. As expected, he found his parents and Jonathan and Doreen deep into the card game. They paused long enough to ask him if he had a nice walk up the beach, then it was back to the game. He descended the stairs to the bonus room and was just about to exit through the sliding doors when he noticed that Cindy was already in the pool, her arms crossed and resting on the side, a dreamy look on her face. He recognized the spot she was resting in, and grinned and backed into the darkness of the room to watch. A few moments later he saw her shudder and then sigh as she floated lazily away from the wall. He took that as his cue and slid open the door. "There you are. Took you long enough." "Well, I stopped to chat with the folks for a moment, and once I got down the stairs..." he set her glass of wine on the edge of the pool at her vacated spot, sat down cross-legged behind it, and grinned naughtily, "I figured I shouldn't disturb you." She frowned, then her eyes grew round and her face turned red. "Why you... how did you..." her eyes got bigger "Jennifer! How long did she stay there?" "Quite a while. Feels pretty good, I understand." "I... it... oh, fuck it. It feels wonderful, you evil bastard." "Payback's a bitch. Want me to leave you in privacy?" "Too late now! And besides, unlike Jennifer's apparently cast-iron puss, it's too intense for more than one at a time for mine. I can't believe I'm talking about this. You are a very naughty nephew." "So I've been told. Want me to move your wine?" "Please." Jack moved the wine away from the danger area, set his beer beside it, and slid into the pool. "Feeling better?" She frowned at him for a moment before his meaning dawned. She rolled her eyes. "For your information, yes I am... for the moment." "So you want me to call Jennifer back and tell her not to worry about bringing the twins she met from the university men's swim team home for you?" She splashed him. "You asshole." She sighed. "That's part of the problem, no privacy. Not at home in that little apartment with Zane, and certainly not here, even if I was up for going and picking up a guy in some club, which I'm not. Privacy's been a big frustration for Zane, too, I know." "Well, he's going to State in the fall, right?" "Yeah, and then I'll have too much privacy. It's going to be awfully lonely without him." "Sounds to me like the perfect opportunity to find someone to keep you warm and cozy." "Yeah, maybe..." They floated around for a while, chatting and paddling over to the edge every so often for a sip of their drinks. When both bottle and glass were nearly empty, the conversation was interrupted by a slightly disheveled and somewhat sandy Zane and Lea. The pair made it halfway across the pool deck before noticing Cindy and Jack bobbing in the pool. "Oh... hey." Zane said in a laughable attempt at casualness. "Hey, guys. Nice walk on the beach?" Cindy asked brightly. "Uh, yeah. Great. Um, we're gonna go watch TV or something." "Okay, have fun." Cindy waited until they were well into the house before she laughed. "Was I ever that naïve?" "Probably." "Maybe, but at like fifteen, not eighteen. Still, there's something to be said for waiting until you are older. I just hope one of them thought to procure some protection." "Yeah." Jack asked Jennifer a couple of quick silent questions. Getting the answers he suspected, he added. "Although as hesitant as those two are, I'd be surprised if they got that far, tonight." She looked at him doubtfully. "As horny as they are? Wanna bet?" "Stakes?" "Nuh uh. I'm way too buzzed from that huge glass of wine you brought to trust myself to set any stakes. Just a friendly wager. Besides, how will we know who won?" "Don't girls talk about that sort of thing?" "Yeah, some times, but they won't to me." "They will to Jennifer. I bet she gets every detail." "You're probably right. She's quite remarkable, that girlfriend of yours." "You have no idea." "Well, I'm off to shower and bed," she said as she climbed out of the pool. "Good night, Cindy. You know, most moms don't make bets on if their kids are going to get laid or not. You really are a pretty cool one." "Yeah, and hot too or so I'm told. Good night!" Jack laughed, climbed out himself, retrieved his towel and their empties and headed in after her. Hey, Jen, how's it going? Pretty well. We've found a club where the guys aren't too aggressive and the music's good. Not too aggressive, huh? Does that mean that they were in the other clubs? A little. Nothing Sarah and Janie couldn't handle. Mostly just guys on vacation looking for a casual romp. And Saran and Janie aren't? They might consider it if they were here on their own. Being here with the whole family, and especially their mothers, and extra-especially with Kathleen and her 'motherly intuition, ' they aren't going to risk it. At least not with the crop of guys so far. I did overhear Janie tell Sarah that she might reconsider if they met a younger version of Sarah's older brother. Oh, really? Yes, but don't get any ideas, studly, at least not without a few wishes. Janie thinks the idea of doing anything with her cousin too 'weird, ' plus she figures Sarah would die of an 'epileptic gross-out' when she found out, which Janie figures is a given that she would. Huh. So, what about you. I can't believe the guys have been leaving you alone. Nope. I've been refining my strategy as the evening progresses. I started out telling those that won't take a polite "no, thank you," that I'm a flaming lesbian. That was enough for some, but others were so confident in their manliness that this couldn't apply to them, and said things like "Well, bring along a friend, then!" For those, I tried pointing out another guy across the room and asking something like, "See that guy over there? How would you like to kiss him passionately, or suck his cock..." Jack shuddered. Uck! Exactly. Once I had them sufficiently and obviously disgusted, I'd finish off with, "Well, I'm afraid that's exactly what I think of doing the same things with you. Flaming lesbian, remember?" But that just pissed them off, like I was calling them gay or whatnot. So, I've settled for just saying that I have a fiancé â€" I hope you don't mind, it works better than boyfriend â€" and am here for a girls' night out. Not nearly as much fun, but more effective. Need a wish to keep them at bay? No, at least not for now. If I do I'll yell. That does bring up a question, though. I keep expecting my earlier lesbian act to attract some female attention. You only said 'no guys'. What about girls? The question created an unexpected swirl of emotion; part arousal at the idea, part jealousy, at least at the idea that any theoretical goings-on would be without him. Still, she was fine with, and even encouraged and actively assisted, his romping with other women. Sure, that was predominantly due to her base nature, but he had desired from the first that she be her own person as much as that nature would allow. He didn't think he was open enough to ever revoke the 'no other guys rule, ' but... Well, I'm allowed to have fun with other girls, so it's only fair that Jennifer should be able to, as well. Do what you want... as long as I get the same consideration of instant replays that you do. He received a delicious mental giggle. Thank you, Jack. But I don't think Jennifer will do much beyond dancing tonight, if that. Sarah and Janie might not understand. True. Jack felt both relieved and disappointed. Well it sounds like you guys will be out awhile longer, so I'm not gonna wait up, although I'll really miss you not being there to snuggle up to. This will be the first time I've gone to bed alone since you arrived. Oh, that's true. I hadn't thought about that. Want me to come to you? Jack sighed. No, I guess not. If you did, any protection you can give the girls would leave, too, right? Yes. Well, I promised Doreen that you would look after Janie, not that it sounds like she needs it. No, stay with them and have fun. If a hot girl wants to dance, do it and explain to Sarah and Janie that you had to in order to keep up your lesbian fasade or something. Okay, Jack. If I don't wake up when you come in, see you in the morning... oh, one more thing. How about we give Cindy a nice dream tonight, to give her some relief. Whatever her fantasy is, and very realistic, like it really happened. She should wake up in the morning remembering everything and feeling physically as if it really happened, at least in the positive ways. No soreness or anything. He felt the tingle. Done. Good night, Jack. 'night, Jennifer. ------ The prince entered his bedchamber, his slippered feet silent on the thick carpet as he padded with the easy, powerful grace of a hunting cat toward the large canopied bed that dominated the center of the room. He had been informed that a new sex slave awaited him, something special, and for the first time in many nights he was looking forward to his evening with anticipation, if not yet excitement. He received confirmation of this slave's uniqueness, and the evening's first surprise, when he reached the end of the bed. The first thing his eyes were drawn to was the woman's short, golden yellow hair. He had heard of hair of different colors than the glossy black of his own people, but had never expected to see it. And it was so short! It would come barely to her shoulders when standing. The women of his land rarely wore their hair shorter than to the small of their backs. Hot on the heels of his first surprise was his second; the color of her skin. It was a light pink, with only a hint of the sun's touch that turned his own people's skin such a deep bronze. His eyes roamed freely over the slender, curvy figure bound spread-eagled below him, marveling at the pale flesh, lingering on the rosy pink nipples and areolae capping pert, smallish yet deliciously round breasts, and the neatly trimmed patch of hair, slightly darker here at the junction of her legs. She even cuts her hair there? He received his next surprise when his eyes finally met hers. It took him a moment to identify what he saw there. It was not the fear that he most often saw, or the resignation, or even eyes closed altogether. It was lust. Uninhibited desire. He saw that infrequently, and when he did, it was usually near the end of lying with a slave. He wasn't a cruel man in bed, much preferring the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure to moaning in fear and pain. It was just that, for some reason someone had gotten it into their heads that he preferred innocent, ignorant virgins to anything else. Yes, he felt powerful and virile in taking their maidenhoods, but... He stared in fascination at the unique green-brown orbs, and found that here, at least, she was similar to the others who had been brought to him; she would not meet his eyes for long. Or maybe not, for she did not look away in shame or deference. Her eyes were studying his body as intently as he had hers, taking in his oiled bronze skin rippling and flowing over his sleek yet muscular physique, everything warmly highlighted by the glow of the many candles lighting the room. Even as the affront of one such as this appraising him in such a manner stirred his anger, the hungry gaze stirred his manhood beneath his blousy silken pantaloons. When his swelling cock started to tent the sleek ivory fabric, it drew her eyes like moths to a flame. Her stare in turn seemed to pull his shaft to its full, impressive length much more rapidly than he was accustomed. He normally made a habit of concealing his endowment from his women for as long as possible, as its size usually intimidated and frightened the inexperienced. Too late for that this night, though, and if there was now a bit of trepidation in the expression below, it was overshadowed to the point of inconsequence by the hunger also to be found there. The woman muttered something through her gag. Intrigued, he reached behind her neck and untied it. She licked her lips, although she apparently didn't have enough moisture in her mouth to do much good. She rasped a single syllable that he didn't understand. It sounded like a question, or a request. "Ah." He stepped to a side table and poured some lightly sweetened wine from a golden decanter into a matching goblet. The wine was refreshing yet surprisingly potent, and had soothed the nerves of many a frightened virgin before tonight. He brought the goblet back to the bed and to her lips. She drank several large sips, and then licked her lips again. This time they were left glistening redly in the warm yellow light. She spoke a few more unintelligible syllables that had a tone of appreciation. She was thanking him. He nodded curtly and returned the goblet to the table. Stepping back toward the bed, he stopped a couple feet away and began to undo the sash of his pants, watching her reaction as he did so. Her eyes were once again glued to the bulge his erection produced. When he released his grip, allowing the slick fabric to flow over and off of his manhood and down to pool around his ankles while has shaft bobbed free and proud, the eyes only widened. She uttered another few syllables, this time in a tone of admiration. The apparent meaning of her words was enough to harden him a bit further, although he wasn't sure it was proper for a slave's opinion of him to affect him so. Still, it was refreshing. He stepped to the edge of the bed and was preparing to lie beside her when he caught her licking her lips again, seemingly unconsciously, while still staring at his turgid rod. It was almost as if... A surge of arousal coursed through him, stronger than he had felt in a long time, as he recalled a passage in an obscure scroll he had run across in the library. The scroll was incomplete, but seemed to describe various sexual acts. One of the more intriguing sections had told of a woman pleasuring a man with her mouth. While he had felt a similar surge of arousal when originally reading the passage, he had wondered at the time how a man could allow his manhood between the lips, and more importantly teeth, of a woman, trusting her not to bite him off. Now, with the possibility of receiving such attentions apparently presented to him, he had to remind himself to be careful. Experimentally, he climbed onto the bed and moved to hover his cock several inches above her face. She looked up at him for a moment. Obviously understanding what he wanted, she lifted her head and parted her lips. When he didn't move his shaft to meet her welcoming mouth, she even extended her tongue to try to make contact, her arms pulling the ropes taut while her fingers scrabbled at the air, trying to grasp him and bring him closer. She dropped her head back to the sheets and whined when it became obvious that he wasn't going to come within reach. Her enthusiasm and disappointment seemed sincere, but he had to be sure. Rising and stepping back to the side table, he retrieved a small, sharp dagger used to slice fruit. Returning to the bed, he placed the tip of the dagger between her breasts before bringing his cock near her mouth again. He felt sure his message was clear. She looked down at the blade, then up at him. She spoke several words, the most so far. They were as unintelligible as the rest, but their meaning still clear; "the knife is unnecessary." He looked intently into her eyes for several moments. Finally he nodded and removed the blade from her skin. With a quick thrust he jammed the blade into the bedpost, still close at hand. He studied her for a moment longer, contemplating how best to try this new experience now that he had made the decision to do so. Finally he moved to straddle her upper chest, his knees spread wide and just touching her bound arms, the head of his cock once again hovering over her lips. And once again she lifted her head, then extended her tongue. With more anticipation than he would ever allow to show, he leaned forward. The underside of his head made contact with her tongue, and the wet, pink digit immediately began to lick and swirl over every bit of taut skin that it could reach. He limited his reaction to a stifled grunt; the moan of pleasure that wanted to sound would be much too close to a sign of weakness in front of a slave. The sensations were incredible, though, that much was undeniable. In some ways, they were more pleasing than the sensations of sex, itself. If for no other reason, because every sensation was a result of a conscious act; her tongue, lips, her entire mouth would actively try to pleasure him at her direction. A tight, wet tunnel was wonderful, but this... He leaned a little further forward to see what she would do with a little more access to his shaft. To his frustration and mild anger, she took the opportunity to lay her head back on the pillow while continuing to lick him. Still, he wasn't a cruel man, and quickly realized that holding her head up in such a way was something she couldn't sustain forever. So he simply leaned forward a little more. And had to stifle another moan as she eagerly sucked the first couple of inches of his cock into her mouth. If the tongue by itself had been an amazing sensation, being sucked into her warm wet mouth while her tongue continued its assault was breathtaking. And sitting astride her, looking down at her head bobbing as she pleasured him was certainly a heady, dominant experience. On the other hand, the position was awkward enough for her that she could only take in a couple inches of his shaft. Even that was enough to push him toward his climax faster than he wished, so he pulled his rod from her lips to address both concerns. The expression of disappointment on her face surprised and thrilled him. He recalled another passage from the scroll describing what a man might do with a woman during those times when he could not join with her normally. One of the activities described sounded like it might be fairly disgusting, and in any case was not possible with a woman bound as this slave was. Another though, might prove doable. Moving to the top of the bed, he removed the pillow from under her head and replaced it with a small, plump one under her neck, tilting her head back. Comprehension and enthusiasm shown on her face even before the pillow was fully in place, and once he had maneuvered so that his knees were spread very wide near the head of the bed, he found his cock perfectly aligned with an inverted mouth open in welcome invitation. Genie Chronicles Ch. 28 Jennifer looked doubtful. "Show me." "Okay." Jack turned and searched for an appropriate wave. It took several tries, but he finally caught one that carried him most of the way to the beach. He stood and turned to find that Zane had caught the same wave, and was now standing a few feet away, grinning. They both waded, and then swam back to the girls, receiving a round of applause when they got there. "Cool! I wanna try!" Jennifer said, any doubt evaporated. "Me too!" Lea added. The girls tried to catch the next several waves with mixed success. Lea, it turned out, swam like a dolphin, and was able to catch a couple before Jennifer could catch her first. Jennifer was starting to get a bit frustrated when Jack spotted a larger than average wave approaching, and it looked like it would break at just the right time. "Okay, here comes a good one! Go! Go!' She went, and timed this one just right. She disappeared from their view on the far side of the wave for several seconds, then reappeared tumbling near the water's edge. She stood unsteadily, facing the beach. Her long red hair was hanging like a sodden, dripping curtain over her face, and her bikini bottom was now a thong. She flung her hair back over her head, glistening water droplets flying in all directions. She then hooked her index fingers under the edges of her bikini bottoms and performed the unconscious little flip of her fingers to adjust fabric over her butt, a maneuver so enjoyed by bikini watchers everywhere. Or she tried to. On this occasion it took a little more effort to get the fabric so tightly wedged between her glorious cheeks back in place. She turned and marched, somehow, back towards Jack. No wave happened to impede her progress, apparently knowing better. When she got close, Jack asked, "You okay?" "Jack," she said in a stern, accusing voice by way of reply. "You utterly failed to mention the part about getting sand in my cooch!" Jack couldn't quite contain his laugh. Surprisingly, Lea also giggled at Jennifer's righteously indignant complaint. Zane just stared at her with wide eyes, doubly flummoxed by the sight of her ass and the implications of what she had just said. Jack's laugh turned to a throat clearing, "I'm sorry, but I've never body surfed in a bikini before. These trunks don't usually get too much sand in them. Would you like to quit?" She threw her hands up in the air, then let them splash back in the water. "Too late now! Besides, I just got the hang of this." Jack waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Well, then, I'll be happy to wash out every grain when we're done." Lea gasped, then gave a scandalized giggle. Zane's eyes now looked like they should be shooting out of his head at any moment. Jack looked to sea and spotted another promising wave. "Bet I can go farther than you can!" "Ha! I've got this down, mister!" The little group spent the next half hour or so in the waves. Lea finally said, "I'm tired, but I don't want to get out, yet. Can we go out beyond the breakers, again?" Zane's nonchalant "sure" wasn't quite convincing. Apparently holding a buoyant Lea in his arms wasn't too much of a chore. Lea just gave him a brilliant smile, though. Jack hid his own grin and turned to Jennifer with an inquiring expression. "Actually I need to go to the little girls' room." Let's leave them alone. "Okay, I'll come with you. Shall we catch one last wave?" "Sure!" They caught a fairly decent one, and were deposited close to the water's edge. As they made their way toward the towels, Jack asked hopefully "So, time to wash out that sand?" "Every grain," she replied with a grin, although she appeared slightly distracted. Then she laughed. "Good girl!" "Who?" He noticed they were approaching their towels and the rest of the family, and repeated mentally, Who? Lea. "Good swim?" Doreen asked. "Yep. Good waves for body surfing. We're going to head back to the house for a bit." "While you were swimming, we all decided to go out shopping this afternoon, then somewhere for dinner. You guys can join us for the shopping, or just meet us for diner," Jack's mom informed them. "You mean all the women decided to go shopping," his dad muttered. Jack looked at Jennifer and shrugged. "We'll probably tag along." "Okay. We'll be following you in a little bit to clean up and get a bite for lunch." "Alright." Jack and Jennifer started up the beach toward the house. So why is Lea a good girl? Because she's being such a naughty girl. She... well, may I just play the conversation back for you? Jack shrugged. Sure. He heard Zane's voice first. "So, um, you didn't, you know, have any problem with sand, did you?" "There's a little in my suit. Not bad. You didn't warn me, either, though." "Sorry. I didn't know..." "That's okay. I was just teasing." There was a pregnant pause, then Lea asked, "So... are you going to help me wash out the sand?... eeek!" "He almost dropped her then," Jennifer commentated. "Sorry! Uh... ummm..." "Hmmm?" "Uh... sure. You wanna go in now, then?" "Not really. I don't think we can get away with being in a shower together. Can't you just do it here?" "Here?! In the ocean?" "Sure. No one can see what's going on, and the sea water is supposed to be good for you. You know, as long as you don't go inside. I don't think sand got all the way in there, anyway." "But... isn't there sand in the water, too?" "Then you'll just have to wash that much more to get it all out." "But..." "Zane." "Yeah? Oh." Your nephew sure is being obtuse. She was interrupted by a surprised grunt from Zane. Ah, I see she found a convenient handle to use for support while Zane's hand is busy. It looks like the little pussy tiger has escaped her cage. Yeah. Poor Zane, Jack sympathized with no sympathy whatsoever. As they entered the house he asked, "So, what about you? Did you get any sand 'inside'?" She shrugged innocently. "I'm not sure. I guess you'll just have to wash me there really well, just in case." "But..." he said as obtusely as he could. She elbowed him in the ribs. They stripped their suits and headed for the shower. Once they had climbed in, Jack looked around. "This just won't do for the task at hand." He made a wish. The fiberglass shower/tub expanded to become a huge multi-headed, tile-lined shower the size of a small room with its own endless supply of hot water. "Much better." He adjusted the controls until they were being pleasantly sprayed from all directions. They used the contents of several ornate dispensers on the wall to thoroughly wash each other's hair and bodies, paying extra attention to the usual spots. Jack saved Jennifer's pussy for last. "Hmmm. This might require some further tweaking of the shower. Feel free to alter it to allow for the most effective sand removal." From the center of the floor grew a pedestal covered in the same tasteful tile as the rest of the shower. It expanded into a reclined seat with the end opposite the head split into two wide-spread leg rests. It looked like the worlds' most stylish and exotic gynecological examining table. There was even a smaller tiled pedestal stool between the leg supports. Jennifer wasted no time in nimbly mounting and reclining luxuriantly on the monolith. The shower of water adjusted so as not to spray her in the face while continuing to bathe the rest of her in a gentle rain that coated her body in a glistening lacquer before cascading off. A slightly stronger flow massaged her scalp before flowing in a rippling waterfall down her glossy deep-red mane which hung over the headrest of the lounge and down to kiss the floor tiles. She sighed in relaxed contentment. Jack took his seat on the stool, the water adjusting away from his face, as well. He noticed something attached to a silver hose mounted at the junction of the table's leg supports. Unhooking it, he determined after a moment of examination that it must be a douche nozzle, an elegant sliver job, and suspiciously larger than he figured they usually came. He reached out to turn a silver knob below where the nozzle had hung, and his suspicion was confirmed as gentle jets of water flowed from small holes along each side of the phallic device, although again, the much stronger, pulsating jet of water shooting from a larger hole on the top surface didn't seem quite standard. He admired for a few moments the way the water flowed off of her abdomen, down her mound and around and between her swollen lips before placing the tip of the nozzle at her entrance and gently inserting it. She moaned approvingly as he slid it in, then a little more intently as the pulsating jet apparently hit an interesting spot. He moved the nozzle around a bit, in the interest getting at and washing out every grain of sand, of course, and yet he seemed to return it more and more frequently to the position that generated the most vociferous moans, until it eventually halted there completely. Not having an additional device to use on the outside, Jack made use of the next best thing and leaned forward to attack her lips and clit with his tongue. Although he loved her taste, it was an interesting change to have the flow of water as the extra layer of lubrication between his tongue and her skin, rather than her own juices. He barely touched her clit before she started cumming, and he attacked it fully to give her a prolonged and obviously intense clit-and-g-spot-combo orgasm. When he looked up several moments later as her deep body shudders began to subside he was amused to note that she was clinging to two ornate silver handles that at some point had been added to the tile-covered lounge, presumably to keep her from tumbling off in her orgasmic throes. He moved the still-inserted nozzle around a bit more and earned a couple of aftershocks. "All clean?" "Yes." She sighed contentedly, "Every grain is washed out." Jack slowly removed the nozzle and turned off the water. "... of there, " she added suggestively. She languidly turned over as the lounge morphed beneath her until she lay comfortably reclined on her stomach, her legs still spread wide and bent at the waste to present her glorious ass to him, cheeks spread in invitation. "There are a couple of grains buried deeply back there that you need to work on." Jack studied her altered pedestal. "Hmmm, there doesn't seem to be any sort of enema apparatus to use this time," he observed. "Nope. I guess you'll have to use something else," she murmured suggestively, looking back over her shoulder at his rigid cock. "And, besides, isn't it past time you took my ass? This seems a lovely opportunity." "Do we have enough time?" "Plenty," she murmured. Jack felt a jolt of excitement at the idea, echoed by a twitch of his shaft. "So... who's ass am I taking?" She gave a throaty chuckle. "They're both virgin. What's the difference?" "Well, neither has had anything this size is them, have they?" he asked while stepping close to give her a good look at his larger than average endowment, as if she wasn't already intimately familiar. "Nope." "Want me to make it smaller?" "Nope." "Well, won't that be painful, for Jennifer at least?" "A bit at first." "Want me to wish that away?" "Nope," then she elaborated, "That just doesn't seem right. I'll be fine, especially if you use plenty of that." She waved a hand toward one wall of the shower. "Take my ass, big stud!" He turned to where she indicated and found a new dispenser on the wall, a large tank many times the size of the adjacent soap and shampoo dispensers and marked with a plaque, "All-purpose Lubricant." He laughed and shook his head at the outrageous size of the ornate monster as he dispensed a large palm-full. A delightful yet indescribable scent wafted up from the thick liquid. He turned back to her rear, and once again paused to admire the sparkling coat of water on her skin, flowing off of her perfect buns and down her crack, undulating over her bud. Although she had turned her head away to lie back down, she seemed to know where he was looking and waggled her ass a bit. "Hurry up, that tickles," she urged in a tone of voice that said she was in no particular hurry. "Won't all the water wash this lube off?" "Nope. It's my special formula. It's mildly water resistant. It will stay on long enough in the water to do its job, but wash off cleanly and completely later. It also provides the ideal amount of lubrication for all activities, and not only is it edible, it's quite tasty, but never gets sticky. It's also non-staining and hypoallergenic," she concluded in an exaggerated promotional tone. Jack laughed. "That's quite the commercial. Okay, here goes." He scooped up a generous dollop of lube with two fingers and applied it to her bud, diverting the flow of water a bit as he did so. She hummed contentedly as he spread the slick liquid around liberally, and then moaned as he slowly inserted one finger. "Okay so far?" "Very." She purred. He finger-fucked her ass gently for a moment before removing it to apply more lube. He repeated the process a couple of times before graduating to inserting his thumb, then two fingers. As the two digits breached her tight, muscular ring, he felt her tense up for a brief instant before relaxing again. "Still Okay?" "Um hmmm, just adjusting." He continued with two for awhile, and then applied even more lube before placing three at her rear door. "Ready for three?" For a reply she pressed her ass back against his hand. He responded by pushing gently forward, increasing the pressure slowly until his fingers finally breached her opening. She gave a small grunt/moan, but didn't retreat. He began slow, small thrusts, inserting his fingers just a bit deeper each time. After awhile he had his fingers almost completely inserted, and Jennifer was thrusting back against him aggressively. "Any pain?" "Not enough to prevent you from stopping just playing around and shoving that big cock up my ass, instead," she growled. "Yes ma'am!" he said with a chuckle and another anticipatory twitch of his shaft. "Although, I kind of like finger-fucking your ass," he added with a few extra-firm thrusts of his hand. He was rewarded with a ragged groan. He removed his hand and waggled his fingers to relax them while he applied the remaining lubricant liberally to his shaft with the other. He moved to place his tip at her perfectly-aligned pucker and, figuring she wasn't wanting any more cautious questions, pushed until his cock-head popped through her tight sphincter. She grunted when it did, but he still didn't say anything, just waited a moment for her to adjust before pressing slowly inward. Repeating the method of his three fingers, he thrust in a little deeper each time, watching silently for any negative response. He received none, and after awhile found himself buried completely in her ass, her firm round cheeks pressed tightly against his upper thighs. He grasped her hips lightly and held her against him for a moment, enjoying the sight and sensations of the coupling, before slowly withdrawing until the ridge of his head was pulling slightly against her tight ring. Her moan turned to a bit of a whine at being so empty, so he reversed course, still going slowly as he savored the different sensations her muscular ring generated versus her equally tight pussy. Her stretched pucker concentrated the squeezing stimulation in a narrower band around his cock, and unless he came perilously close to pulling out all the way — pulling out and shoving back in sounded interesting, but he figured doing so frequently might be a little much for a virgin ass - the stimulation didn't quite hit the most sensitive area of his shaft. The upshot of this was that Jennifer was in for a lengthy virgin ass fuck. The anal stimulation for Jennifer seemed fairly intense if her writhing and moaning were any indication, so he simply retained his firm but gentle grip on her hips and gave her ass a long, moderate pounding until she came. Still not close to his own orgasm, he stopped fully buried in her ass and enjoyed the strong orgasmic contractions of her sphincter around the base of his cock. When her shudders and contractions had subsided, he nearly asked her if she wanted him to continue, but then thought better of it. He slowly retreated, then thrust again. Her moan was slightly strained, but there was no complaint. Thinking he might change things up a bit, he first considered reaching around to worry her clit for some extra stimulation. This seemed a bit awkward, though, and he grinned evilly and made a secret wish. The reclined angle of the table became more upright while keeping her ass at the perfect height and angle for thrusting. This allowed him to move his hands from her hips to a different pair of handles. He grasped tightly the larger-than-handfuls that were her firm, perfectly-round breasts, his fingers pressing into their dense yet yielding flesh while pinching her nipples between middle and index fingers. Meanwhile, he stuck with the shower theme as a small water jet came into being at the juncture of the two leg support columns. The jet immediately began directing its pulsating thrum against her clit, tracking it's every movement. "Ohhh, you bast... bad master," Jennifer accused in an approving hiss. Jack increased his tempo markedly, enjoying the slap of her drenched ass against his thighs. He pulled out of her a little further on his thrusts this time, using her tight muscular ring catching against the ridge of his cock head as a bit of a stopper. His climax rapidly approached after a few moments of this, as, obviously, did hers. She started slightly before him, and he stopped with the ridge of his head pressed against her sphincter as it rhythmically squeezed his most sensitive spot, sending him over the edge. Instead of pulling out immediately, he slowly pushed all the way back in until her cheeks were snuggled against his crotch once more. He stayed this way for awhile, allowing his shaft to ever so slowly deflate while rubbing and gently massaging her back. When he was mostly deflated, he pulled free and Jennifer stood. The lounge disappeared and the shower streams intensified, giving them a massaging rinse. "First anal sex experience okay?" Jack asked innocently. "Okay. Wonderful. Marvelous. I even daresay a match for the best first anal experience anyone has had." Jack grinned. "You would know." She nodded. "I would." As they dried each other off with impossibly large and fluffy towels, Jennifer observed, "You know, between the pool, ocean, and shower, there certainly seems to be a lot of water-related stimulation going on." "You complaining?" "Of course not! It only seems appropriate, at the beach." Jack looked wistfully at the shower before he nodded for Jennifer to turn it back to normal. Then he grinned. They could enjoy the same whenever they wanted. The massive disappearing tank of lube brought forth another thought. "Hey, is your 'all purpose lubricant' magical?" "Do you mean does it contain magic in and of itself to do what it does?" Jack nodded. "No, it's simply a cunning combination of all-natural ingredients," she replied with a lofty air. So, can we bottle and sell that lubricant at FI?" "You're a creative master, I'm sure you can come up with a way." ------ Zane's initial reaction to the afternoon shopping plans was obvious from his expression; Shopping?! Yuck! Maybe I can beg off and stay here and play video games. However, one glance at Lea reminded him that he had what was rapidly becoming a girlfriend, and would be expected to tag along. Hard on the heels of that was the recollection that he had an errand to run if he wanted things to progress as desired with said girlfriend later in the evening. Genie Chronicles Ch. 28 It took no magic whatsoever for Jack to read all of this going on in Zane's mind. He decided to sweeten the pot a little further. He sidled over to Zane and murmured. "Don't forget, some of that shopping is going to be for bathing suits. I'm sure she'll want to model them for you." Then he remembered it was Lea they were talking about. Will she want to model them for him? In response he received a little tigress growl. He took it as an affirmative. Meanwhile, Zane looked quite a bit more cheerful about the prospect of shopping. Rightfully so, as it turned out. Jennifer and Lea, then Sarah, then Janie, and finally even Cindy tried on suits in several shops, until they had their own little fashion show going. Everyone razzed Zane for covering his eyes when his mom would model a suit, even as all the guys sat in various cross-legged positions to attempt to hide the effects the scantily clad women were having. At Jennifer's urging and financial backing, Lea finally settled on a modest dark blue one-piece, similar to the one that Jennifer had loaned her, one to which she figured her mom would not object overly much. She also bought a fairly skimpy yellow bikini, Zane's favorite. Jennifer bought a teeny, tiny red bikini that matched her hair, one that would laugh at even the barest hint of being worn into actual water. "So Lea wasn't the only one buying a suit," she claimed sincerely to Jack. And it was true that the other girls had ultimately decided that they had enough bathing suits. But... Um, did you actually model that suit for us? I don't think I'd forget that one. Are you kidding? And give your dad a heart attack? The only man whose heart I plan to get going with this little swatch of fabric and string is my studly master's. Hoo-boy. When the ladies headed toward a shoe store next, the older men in the party sighed resignedly and steered toward a line of rocking chairs under the covered porch outside the shop, fanned lazily by a couple of ceiling fans above. One of the chairs hosted a discarded newspaper, evidence that these men weren't the first that the chairs had hosted this day. Jack put his hand on Zane's shoulder to stop him while announcing to the retreating ladies, "Zane and I are going to wander around for awhile. Can we meet you guys a little later?" After a brief discussion, everyone agreed to meet back at the rocking chairs in an hour. With a glance to confirm that his dad and uncle were now comfortably ensconced with the purloined newspaper and unlikely to want to go anywhere, Jack led Zane off. There were few shops in the quaint 'shopping village' that appealed to guys, but they found some interesting things to fill their time. The main one was what first appeared to a toy shop, but on further inspection proved to be a store dedicated to fun things for the beach. And especially kites, some of them quite expensive. Jack didn't quite get the high prices, until he caught a demo video looping on a TV. The kites seemed to be doing some impossible things, until he determined that the kite the guy was flying had TWO lines. "Hey, guys, can I answer any questions?" Jack and Zane turned to find a cute, classic beach girl smiling at them in a friendly way, although closer inspection showed that 'girl' was a little under-estimating her age. Still, she was quite cute. "Yes, as a matter of fact." Jack pointed at the TV, and then waved his hand vaguely at all of the nylon shapes hanging around him. "Do these really do what that guy is doing?" She laughed, flashing bright white teeth that contrasted with her deeply tanned skin, although not quite tan enough to completely hide a few freckles sprinkled across cheeks and nose. "Sure, with a little practice." "So how does it work?" "Well, these kites are controllable because they have two lines. They work kind of like a hand glider, and that's pretty much what a lot of them are; tiny hand gliders. You pull on the left line, thee kite turns left. Right turns right. Put the line handles back together so neither line is pulled, and the kite goes in a straight line in whatever direction it's heading at the time." "Huh. Sounds easy enough." She laughed again. "It is. It's also easy to fly 'em straight into the ground." Jack laughed back. "That's not a very good sales pitch!" She grinned a bit conspiratorially. "How long are you guys in town?" "The whole week." "Are you heading down to the boardwalk?" "Yes, tomorrow night." Her grin widened. "Good timing! If you want a good sales pitch, stop by our gazebo on the beach between eight and ten. If you happen to buy something, tell them Sam sent you." "Are you on commission?" She shrugged. "Nope." "Oh, okay. Thanks, Sam." She flashed another smile. "You're quite welcome." They left the shop and headed toward another Jack had spotted, "The Sundries Shoppe." It looked to be little more than a glorified and over-priced convenience store, but Jack figured it would have what they needed. When Zane saw the area that Jack was headed to, he raised his eyebrows and spun off, presumably to give Jack his privacy. Jack grinned lopsidedly, then frowned. He realized that it had been awhile since he had bought condoms, and apparently there had since been a rash of new brands to hit the market since then. Hey, Jen? Yes, dearest? Which of these is best? Which of? Tingle, oh. For Zane, I presume. There was a brief pause, then one of the packages was highlighted in his vision. These give the best combination of durability and sensation. Jack took the package of twelve from the hanger. This pack a good one? Yep. Can you make it better. Tingle. Done. Those are now 100% guaranteed to prevent pregnancy. Thank you. Jack walked over to Zane. "Got some cash?" "Uh, yeah." Zane reached for his wallet, but Jack slapped the package against his chest. Zane automatically reached up to catch it. "Here ya go. Meet you outside." "But... I..." Jack ignored him and headed out the door. Jack sat on a low brick wall outside the store, wondering how long he would have to wait for Zane to get up the nerve to buy the condoms. A surprisingly short time later Zane came out, red-faced but with a bag in his hands. "That was quick!" Zane stared daggers at him for a second then looked away and muttered "asshole," barely loud enough to hear. Jack just laughed as he hopped down. "Come on, our hour is almost up." They started unhurriedly back toward the designated meeting place, and Jack continued in a reasonable tone, "That wasn't really so bad was it? The clerk didn't laugh at you or anything, did she? I bet she didn't even blink." Zane shrugged and watched his shoes for a little while, then, "Yeah, but how did you... does everybody..." Jack sighed. He decided that the truth, or at least an edited approximation of it, was probably the best answer. "Well, your mom asked me to make sure you had some condoms before you and Lea got too friendly." Zane stopped dead and looked at him in horrified shock. "What?!" Jack couldn't help grinning. He shouldn't derive such entertainment from giving Zane a hard time, intended or not, but he couldn't help it. This was an unintended time, though, so he didn't add any extra teasing. The rest would probably be bad enough. Hopefully the results would be worth it to Zane, though. "Come on, keep walking or we'll be late." Zane grudgingly followed as Jack continued. "Zane, I know this will be hard for you to grasp, but your mom really is very cool. And contrary to what you might think, or hope, she is far, far from clueless. While I don't think she knows, or is wanting to find out, every detail of what's going on between you and Lea, she's got a pretty good general idea. You don't think you were fooling anyone when you came in from the beach last night all covered in sand did you?" Zane turned red again, and his shuffling slowed, but he said nothing. Jack ambled on, and Zane caught up after a moment. Jack continued. "The good news is, because she is so cool, she understands what is going on between you two, and is happy for you, just as long as you are careful." "You mean she doesn't care if we have sex?" Zane blurted disbelievingly, turning the heads of a couple passing shoppers. "Well, don't tell her I told you, but part of her is really rooting for both of you. The mom in her has the usual worries, of course. But as long as you are discrete, and make sure you use those properly," Jack pointed emphatically to the small bag Zane clutched, "I think you can assume you have a tacit green light from her. I can't speak for Jonathan and Doreen, and how protective they feel about Lea, but they're pretty cool, too. I imagine you won't have any issues from them, either, as long as you are discreet. They know how repressive an environment she has grown up in, and you are both legal adults, now, after all. Oh, and you might want to put those away. Just because they are in a bag won't fool anyone." "Really?" Zane said as he stuffed the package in one of the baggy pockets of his board shorts. "I mean, she really doesn't care if we have... you know?" "I didn't say she doesn't care, in either sense. She cares in the 'mom' sense, as she certainly doesn't want any grand kids yet, and she doesn't want either of you getting hurt. She also cares in the sense that she remembers what it was like to be young and horny." The look on Zane's face this last statement produced was classic, a mixture of horrified realization that his mom might have some idea of just how horny he was all the time, and disgust at the thought that his mom was ever the same way. Jack had to laugh. "Look, I know how gross the idea is of your mom being a sexual person. I feel the same way about mine, just ask Jennifer. But if you can get over that a bit, you might be able to relate with her a little better. Don't take this the wrong way, I'm not suggesting anything weird here, but you don't think interest in things sexual just turns off at age thirty or whatever, do you? She's not as much unlike you as you think." Zane shuddered at what Jack was implying, but seemed to also be trying to consider it. Jack punched him lightly on the shoulder, and then lowered his voice, as they were approaching the meeting place, and Lea and the other girls were already there. "You're a lucky guy," he said, looking at Lea. Zane followed his gaze. Jack paused briefly, then gave as much guy advice as he could bring himself to give. "Just treat her well, and give at least a little more than you get, if you know what I mean. Oh, and take your vitamins. I think you are going to need them." Zane couldn't ask what Jack meant, as they had now reached the meeting spot. Lea had noticed the gaze of both guys as they approached, and as she led Zane off with a smile, Jack could just overhear her asking, "What were you guys talking about?" Jack walked over to Jennifer and gave her a peck on the cheek. "What were you guys talking about?" she asked with a knowing grin. "I think you know good and well what we were talking about." Her grin turned smug. "I do," then she continued, "and you're a pretty good uncle." "Thanks," Jack said while noticing Jennifer toted several bags. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She shrugged. "Just a couple of pairs of shoes. They were on sale." Not that I mind, but couldn't you have just created them for yourself? Yes, but the other girls said I just HAD to have these, and wouldn't let me leave the store without them. I see. The logic seemed a little tenuous to Jack, but he let it pass. "You didn't find anything?" Jennifer switched back to verbal speech. Jack shrugged. "I found some neat kites that I might buy one of, but I think they demo them at the boardwalk, so I figured I'd wait until we go down there tomorrow evening." "Oh? Sounds fun." ------ The rest of the afternoon was spent similarly, then they went in search of a good place for dinner. A friend of Jonathan's had insisted that he take them to a particular seafood restaurant, which he proceeded to try to find. After traveling down roads that became increasingly narrower and more poorly paved, then just gravel, they finally arrived at a remote shack at the head of a pier leading out into a small inlet. The pier currently hosted two small fishing trawlers. Murmurs or doubt began to sound in the vehicle Jonathan was driving, but he silenced them with a raised hand. "He warned me that the place is a little... rustic. But he promised that the service and the food were top notch." He made the same statement to the protests of the folks piling out of the other car, and it turned out to be true. The shack hosted an interior that was a bit nicer than it's outside appearance would indicate, a staff of very friendly locals, and the best seafood any of them had ever eaten, comprised of heaping portions of stunningly fresh local-caught offerings, lightly fried or perfectly broiled. They all rolled out a leisurely time later, complaining happily of over-stuffed bellies. As they drove off, Cindy asked, "What was the name of that place, anyway?" No one remembered seeing one. ------ Although everyone protested that they couldn't even think about food, Katherine insisted that they stop at the grocery store if they wanted anything to eat the next morning. Once they returned to the house and put away the groceries, everyone went their separate ways; Jonathan and Doreen went to 'walk off dinner' on the beach, Zane and Lea disappeared somewhere presumably private, and the rest of the girls went to try on the days spoils, dragging Jennifer along with them. Ronald took the collection of news papers he had amassed over the afternoon and headed toward the 'reading room." Cindy retired to her own room, also to read. "I'm at the good part!" Kathleen poured herself a glass of wine and went out on the deck off of the kitchen/family room to 'enjoy the breeze.' Jack looked around the suddenly empty kitchen, shrugged, grabbed a beer, and joined his mom on the deck. "Mind if I join you?" "Of course not, dear. Have a seat." "Enjoying your vacation?" "Very much. I will be even more tomorrow, I think, when Martha and Elizabeth get here." Jack grinned at the thought of his outgoing older sister and her precocious daughter joining the group. "Yeah." They sat in companionable silence for awhile, then Kathleen said, "Jack I really like Jennifer. I'm so thrilled you two met, you look very happy together." Jack felt a strong sense of Deja Vu. "But?" "Well, don't take this the wrong way, but Jennifer seems a little... different." Oh Shit.