What do you want? [Main story]

Johnny blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"You're forgiven, stupid," the shimmering deity of beauty announces absently, playing with her phone. "But hey, stupid. Are you ready for your wishes?"

Johnny stood with his hanging open. He now felt reasonably positive that the mysterious stranger had brought in some kind of crazy **** device— and somehow dosed him in the process. God, he hated these old hippies! Unexpected psychedelic adventures were never wanted, even if this trip was turning out to be pretty hot.

The ethereal being yawned loudly, kicking a beautiful foot up over her knee. Johnny noticed that the inside of her flowing silk robe seemed to be imprinted with the pattern of the lamp.

"C'mon, buddy, I'd expected you'd be happier to meet a genie!" A genie? "Although, I guess we haven't properly met. Well, I'm Jeannie. And you?"

Johnny took a moment to gather his thoughts before sputtering, "Johnny Dreamer, hey."

Jeannie nodded thoughtfully. "Good. Johnny, got it." She sat up & looked around, inspecting her surroundings with a dull curiosity before nodding in approval. "So, you live here? You some kind of pervert, huh? That's cool."

Johnny turned bright red. "I work here! This is— I—" His train of thought quickly derailed as he noticed Jeannie rolling onto her side & letting her robe slowly slide off her hips. He was sure that he had some kind of defense, but the flash of her thighs had eradicated all rational thought from his mind.

"Nah, it's cool, you're a perv. I got it," she laughed sweetly. "But I gotta give you these three wishes, right? Genie, lamp, you get it. So what do you want?"