Mickey finaly summons you.

As you look around there is a rushing sound like water is filling your ears, the world turns pale white, and you are suddenly standing in Mickey's cramped office.

When you had written the rule allowing him to summon you, you had imagined appearing in a sexy Arabian harem outfit similar to the crotchless one in your new closet. But you were now wearing something made out of a single piece of netting. Your legs are covered in something like baggy harem pants, but there is a triangle cutout exposing the outside of your thighs. The cutouts start as a slit at your knees but grow wider leaving only two three inch section of netting to "cover" your pussy and ass. The top of the outfit consists of three strips of the netting going from the nap of your neck to your pants. Two hang over your breasts. letting your erect nipples poke through. The third goes straight down your back. The outfit would work better with a few strategically placed strings or belts. As it was the whole thing hangs off your shoulders, and its loose nature teased exposure with every step. The outfit was completed by a simple pair of sandals with subtle heels.

Can you guess what harem Mickey was thinking of?

While you examined your outfit Mickey just stared at you with wide eyes. After thirty seconds he managed to ask "did you just teleport?"

"Of course master, you summoned me to grant your wish."

"So then your a genie? Do I get three wishes?"

"Well, you get three wishes that require my magic. But as many as you like that I can do without magic." You then realise the rulebook didn't come with you when you teleported and add "It may take a while to grant a magical wish. I'm still new at this." You feel a little guilty for the poor person rushing back to the office to deliver the rulebook to you.

"That's fine I will have to think on what I want those magical wishes to be."

"So a physical wish it is. It can be anything you want."

He blushes but is a little too shy to make the first move. "I wish you would give me a massage."

Defeated you move behind him to start rubbing his shoulders, but inspiration strikes. In one motion you spin him around, get on your knees, put your face an inch from his crotch look up at him with your big irresistible eyes, and ask "what part of your body should I massage, sir?"

"I wish for you to massage my penis until I cum on your face."

You gently take out his cock. Seeing you in this costume has already given him a semi, and you begin stroking it. You move your lips teasingly close before pulling back and asking "Master, may I use my mouth to 'massage' you?"

"Yes," he moans in answer.

His cock is almost completely erect by the time you start licking at the his glans. With your left hand stroking his shaft and your mouth kissing and licking the tip, you use your right to reach into his pants and take out his balls. You cup and fondle them in your hand.

After a minute of listening to his pleasured breathing you switch it up a bit. As you stroke his cock with your right hand, you kiss and lick your way down his shaft. You reach his balls and give them special attention, while you alternate between jerking and rubbing his penis on your cheek.

You continue pleasing him. It is with your lips wrapped around your his cock, about halfway down, that he warns you "I'm going to cum." Remembering the second part of his wish you slide your mouth off and vicariously jerk his shaft. He soon lets out a growling exhale and shoots splatters semen across your contented face.

You close your eyes to enjoy the moment, and hear a rushing sound in your ears. You open them again and having apparently completed Mickey's wish, you are back in the hotel ballroom. Your heels stayed exactly where they were and you are standing in them, but your lingerie has fallen to the ground. You are naked surrounded by well dressed coworkers and strangers, with Mickey's cum dripping from your face.