Screw the Wishes! Let's stare at those tits more!

“What if I don’t?” Francis said. “They’re nice tits.”

“Of course, they are,” the Genie scowled. “But don’t stare. It’s impolite.”

Francis broke his gaze away from her magnificent breasts and looked into the Genie’s blue eyes, angry at stuck up bitch.

“Want to be back in the lamp?” he retorted.

“I can’t go back until you use all your wishes,” she smirked, folding her arms across her chest and covering her bosom.

“What?” the young man barked. “That can’t be right. It’s not like that in any of the stories.”

“Well, that’s the way it is, Master,” the Genie said, buffing her nails on her diaphanous sleeve.

“There’s got to be a reason for that then,” he mulled darkly. Warily, the blue-eyed woman studied the young man.

“If you can’t go back to the lamp,” Francis thought out loud. “And if I’m your Master in all that insinuates, then you’re my ****. Ha! That’s it, isn’t it?”

“Smarter than you look, aren’t you?” she growled at him.

“Is it true?” he asked expectantly.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” the Genie sniffed.

“Tell me the truth,” Francis growled.

“It’s true,” she sighed. “I am yours to command and am utterly at your whim.”

“Good,” the young man smirked, his gaze returning to her bosom. “Then I command you to accept the fact that I will stare at those bountiful orbs of yours as much as I want.”

“Great,” the Genie mumbled, lowering her arms away from her chest.

“In fact,” Francis continued. “Consider that a standing order.”

“What?” she snapped. “Baring my breasts to your leering eyes?”

“No,” the young man shook his head. “Telling the truth.”

“Sometimes the truth can be painful,” the Genie narrowed her eyes.

“True,” Francis nodded. “But this way I can trust you.”

“Why should you worry about trusting me? You’re my Master,” she shrugged her bare shoulders.

“But I have to work, Genie,” he said. “I won’t be here all the time. What would you do here, all alone, I wonder?”

“I, I don’t know,” the woman admitted. “I’ve never really been alone before.”

“Besides,” Francis grinned, lifting his gaze to her curious blue eyes. “I sincerely doubt you want to spend all your time cleaning.” The Genie gaped at him as he began to chuckle. Soon, she was laughing with him, their guffaws filling the attic.

“You may prove to be an interesting Master,” the Genie said, as their laughter began to fade.

“You may prove to be an interesting Genie,” Francis smiled back. "Now it is getting close to dinnertime and I am feeling a mite peckish. What about you?"