Genie Problems Just Getting More Complicated

Allen couldn't believe it; he had gone for five days nearly straight fucking the two genies, only stopping 3 or 4 times for a minute or two for him to down some food and drink; the two literally just magicked their place swaps with each other each time they switched out. Saying the pair of genies were horny and pent up was the understatement of the decade. Chances were they still wanted a few more goes, given the explanation he had been given; ironically, during sexual activity with the genies, Allen had barely been able to focus through all of it, but he was able to remember at least that much. Allen also needed an excuse for when unwanted guests, like his mother's side of the family, barged in and saw he was now living with a supermodel and sex goddess; after the last few days, that was not far off of an explanation.

Allen slowly made his way to the nearest restroom to run a hot, scalding enough to wake you up and feel like a cooked lobster, shower before working on getting a new set of clothes on. The shower was indeed hot, more than enough to wake him up and feel like he was probably cooking himself. Allen then wandered over to the dresser to get on a new set of clothes. Thankfully, none of his attire had been drastically changed into some porn parody of itself, yet. Allen decided to discuss the issues with the genies separately; he didn't want to think about what sort of distraction would be unleashed if he were to discuss things with them post-wish that had them tag-teaming his dick for several days. First, he would summon Fidda; she was the more reasonable of the two before the very poorly worded wish happened.

Allen slipped on the ring and called the genie forth; when she materialized, Fidda's outfit left far less to the imagination than it had last time he saw her in it. "Mmhmm, master," she said in a more sultry voice, "I can still feel you inside me; I hope we can do that again soon." Allen wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"We'll discuss that... later," said Allen, "for the time being, we're going to need a plausible excuse for your presence should someone drop in unexpectedly, or even expected."

"Have any suggestions?"

"How good are you with numbers?"

"As good as you want me to be with them," said Fidda bringing her more visible cleavage in closer for Allen to see; he was really regretting that wish now more than he was before that moment.

"For the time being, we'll have you as my live-in accountant and secretary," said Allen hastily, "test wearing the appropriate attire while I go take care of some other errands I recently recalled." Allen almost rushed out of the room; he quickly made his way to the prep area between the kitchen and dining area.

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A few minutes after his talk with Fidda, which was more uncomfortable than he anticipated, she was still basking in the postsex glow for some reason; Allen got out the bottle lamp; he had thankfully remembered having stashed it near the kitchen before fully passing out; and opened the bottle. The smoke flowed out and transmuted into Samitah, and she was very much topless. Allen decided to ignore that for the time being, "We're going to require you to have a plausible disguise for when guests drop in, uninvited and not. I recommend you think very carefully about your choice of outfit."

"I know just what to wear," said Samitah excitedly before making smoke flow around her body that dissipated to reveal a sexy maid outfit, in a near mockery of the British style.

"That's acceptable for when we do sexy fun time," said Allen, almost not believing what he was saying, "but you'll need something a bit more traditional, and considerably less revealing."

"Annoying," said Samitah before filling her outfit out to be more in line with the kind of maid outfit you see in historical dramas about the British, "but we don't have to worry about that sort of thing yet."

"Perhaps," came Fidda's voice; they both turned to face her; The other genie was in a smart business suit that did a good job of hiding her figure; even her bust was played down a bit, "but it's always good to be prepared for such cases," she turned her attention to Allen, "expecting anyone in particular?"

"At the moment, no," said Allen, "but my mother's side of the family has proven quite apt at 'creative interpretation' of the law, and outright ignoring legal mandates. The restraining order I filed on them will only last a few years, assuming I fail to renew it before the time runs out at some point, and I really don't want to be feeding that particular beast for an extended period of time. Anyone of them could come barging in with demands regarding my inheritance; they all basically got the legal minimum possible so that they would have almost no legal grounds to contest the will. There's also the matter of my job at the school; any one of my colleagues, the Dean, Assistant Dean, or someone higher on the totem pole could come on by for what they claim is work-related. Inheriting the estate means I don't have to worry about finances for the time being."

"Especially since you have two genies to cover what you missed," said Samitah playfully.

"Just make sure all the finances you magic with are within legally accepted tolerances; I don't want to get in trouble with the law at any point in the future."

"That would be a problem," said both genies in unison.

"One of the unbreakable genie rules is we cannot knowingly endanger our master in any way," said Fidda, "Even Ifrits bound to lamps are subject to this rule."

"Most manage to circumvent the rule in ways that can still endanger their master," said Samitah, "I know a few wish-granting Ifrits that were pretty good at it; they gave me a few pointers, but I am most definitely not willing to do anything like that to my current master."

"Yeah," said Allen sarcastically, "you'll just drain me of my energy so much I'll be headed to an earlier grave."

"That little panicked wish you made about keeping up with the two of us tilted things a bit more in your favor," said Fidda, "I'm so embarrassed I did something so shameful, and am still embarrassed that I am still feeling such inclinations."

"It's not your fault," said Allen, "The pair of you were both compelled to grant the same wish at the same time; your magics mixed and produced the outcome we are still dealing with. I'm just thankful I didn't catch either of you in latex outfits when it was all said and done."

"Oh, we'll be getting there soon enough," said Samitah with an erotic lick of her lips, "this era has so many fun things."

"I get the sneaking suspicion..." Allen started before something struck him that it was off more than usual, and he clamped up. Allen was getting a bad feeling about something, and he didn't want to jinx himself by saying it out loud just yet.