Inara gives Jimmy Olsen a new job

Jimmy Olsen sighed with pleasure as the oppressive heat of the desert vanished, replaced by cool air conditioning and a comfortable leather sofa. He stared out from a second floor balcony at a series of stages below where various girls were dancing in states of undress.

To the left, a busty redhead was peeling off a cheerleading outfit while a bunch of men threw money at her feet and cheered. To the right, a sensual Latina was slipping out of her policewoman's skirt to reveal a truly tremendous booty covered by just a blue g-string. On the main stage, an incredibly leggy blonde strode out and began flexing in improbable but extremely seductive ways as she slowly started to remove a schoolgirl outfit.

Jimmy noticed that he had his feet up on a small table in front of him, propped next to a open bottle of champagne, in shoes more expensive than he'd ever owned in his life. Looking down he saw he was wearing a suit of similarly expensive material, all black. Finally, he noticed that he held a glass of champagne in one hand and the other arm was casually wrapped around a woman he'd never seen.

A very topless, very sexy Asian woman who was casually rubbing a hand up his thigh, wearing nothing but red stiletto heels and a lacy red thong.

"Oh! Um, hi, there!" Jimmy said, blushing. "This is the Champagne Room! Obviously, I guess, right? Ha, ha, wow. Um. Well. This is awkward. I don't have any money."

The topless brunette laughed as if he'd said the funnest thing imaginable.

"Mr. Olsen, you're so funny!" she giggled, impressive albeit obviously augmented chest jiggling as she did so, "I don't have any money - that's such a good impression of those schlubs you have the bouncers run out the door! Like you don't OWN this club!"

"The who that I what now?" Jimmy said, blinking in surprise. "Own the WHAT?"

The Korean beauty frowned briefly at him and bit her full lower lip.

"Mr. Olsen? Are you feeling OK?"

Jimmy blinked, trying to remember the exact wording of his wish - what had he said?

Inara suddenly appeared before him and, echoing his voice, said "I wish that I was safe and comfortable back at The Paradise Club in Metropolis without my appearing there causing any disturbances or trouble for anyone as a result!"

The ifrit gestured grandly at the situation and Jimmy noticed two thick necked bodyguards watching the exits, apparently protecting him.

"There's no one more worry free and comfortable than the Sultan! Or, in this case, the Paradise Club's owner! You're welcome, Jimmy! Just let me know when you're ready for your other six wishes! I'll be around, just want to explore this brave new world a bit."

Jimmy's jaw dropped a bit as she vanished and he sputtered a bit. The girl hanging all over him misconstrued his shock and annoyance and rushed to please him.

"I'm sorry if I upset you, Mr. Olsen! I didn't mean to pry! Let your sexy Jasmine make it up to you! Did you want a blowjob? Or maybe a titfuck?"

"Wha- a titfuck?" Jimmy echoed, still stunned and trying to process things.

"Mmm, you got it, Mr. O!" the girl - Jasmine - cooed as she grabbed a nearby bottle of lotion and rubbed it into her voluminous cleavage, then bent down and unzipped his silk slacks to fish out his cock. "You're the Boss!"