Celebrate the return of your strength

Jonny strolled out of the club, brimming with demonic energy again. He got into Lisa's car with a smile on his face. "Fell better, Master?" she asked. "I do," he said as he felt the pure energy rushing through his veins and thoughts of conquest rushing through his mind. He pondered for a few minutes as he sat there in the car. "Something wrong, Master?" Lisa asked with a worried look on her face. "There is," he said, " . . . not enough fun in my life," he said, and Lisa smiled, relieved. "I mean, what's the point in having demonic powers if you don't use them to fuck around occasionally?" he asked as he leaned back in the seat of the car. "Lisa," he said, "take me to the Genie's Bottle," he commanded, and she turned on the car and set off in the proper direction as instructed.

Jonny knew from his host's memories that the Genie's Bottle was a wondrous place filled with hookers of all kinds. It was called the Genie's Bottle because it was the sort of place men went to make all their wishes come true--and go they did. There were all sorts of theme rooms and costumes for the ladies of the place to wear as they entertained and comforted patrons, and just about every fetish could be indulged.

"What is this place, Master? Will you accomplish much of your plan at this place?" Lisa asked, obviously being unfamiliar with the building's purpose. "Oh I plan to accomplish plenty. You wait in the car," Jonny said as he exited the Suburban and headed for the door of the Genie's Bottle. He strolled in through a display of shiny beads that one walked through immediately upon entering the door. As he looked around, much of the room was dark, but there were pictures of beautiful, sexily-dressed women all over the walls. They had various costumes--personals they inhabited to turn men on. Some were nurses. Some were cops. Some were housewives, and the list could go on.

"You look a bit young to be in here to me kid," said a voice from the counter in front of Jonny. As he turned his gaze to the speaker, he beheld a woman of about 30. This woman had blonde hair cascading down from her head. She sat behind large desk, as a receptionist would. "Looks can be deceiving. Wouldn't you agree--Courtney?" Jonny asked as he glanced at the woman's name tag, pinned, as it was, upon a blouse that struggled to hold in a very impressive set of tits that she clearly liked to put on display. A lacy black bra could be seen under the thin blouse as it too tried to win the fight for control of this woman's unruly chest. "Sure," the woman said, "but I know an underage kid looking for a good time when I see one, and I know that federal agents have a habit of following close behind, so why don't you come back when you ain't jail-bait for all of us?" Courtney said as she dawned a sexy smile and scooted up until her boobs were just a few inches from Jonny's host's face.

Jake just smiled back. "Oh my dearest Courtney," he said with a pleasant smile as he suddenly lunched forward and placed both his hands on the woman's cheeks, and his eyes began to glow red. Hers followed. "Courtney," Jonny said, "I'm going to get some ass today before the police chief shows up at my house, and I'm going to get said ass from this fine establishment. You are going to wake up from this encounter and immediately realize how tired you are, and you will fall asleep right here in your chair and not awaken until I have done what I have come here to do. Got it?" Jonny said. "Yes, Master," she said groggily. Jonny released the young woman, and both sets of eyes returned to their normal colors. The woman sat there for a minute and shook her head a couple times, as if to dust off the intellectual cob webs that Jonny had installed. She took one look at Jonny and seemed to realize again that he should not be there. Courtney moved to get up from her seat, but then she immediately fell back into it, and the chair rolled backward as the woman's head slumped back and hung awkwardly over the side of the chair. Her boobs rose and fell with a pleasant and predictable rhythm as she slept, the only noise the sound of a small fan she had perched on the desk near her. "That's a good girl," Jonny said approvingly as he tuned his attention to a long hallway to his right.