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Genie Chronicles
(c)Joe Brolly
joebrolly(at)gmail.com


The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual nature. If you are
offended by sexually explicit content or language, or are not allowed to
read this type of material due to age, legal restrictions, or any other
reason, please DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

All characters and situations in this story are fictitious; any
similarity to any actual persons or situations is purely coincidental.
The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities
described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the
written permission of the author, Joe Brolly. This story may be freely
distributed to non-profit sites with this disclaimer attached (please do
me the courtesy of an e-mail if you add it to a site).

All comments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism can be directed to the e-mail
address at the top of this document. Praise (constructive or not) is
also welcome.

Copyright Joe Brolly, all rights reserved.


Chapter 11

CODES FOR THIS CHAPTER: MF, FF, MFF, Magic, Fantasy, Light Bondage,
Tickling, Heavy Petting, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Consensual Sex.


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 risque 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.

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.


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