Claiming a Promotional Offer

Susannah pulls on a robe which barely contains her modesty and heads straight to the front door while you are still scrambling to get dressed. That means she is going to get to the girls without you being on hand to introduce them to her, which isn't ideal. All three of them are under the influence of various perverted, mostly accidental, wishes that have left them with abnormally high sex drives and very few inhibitions, so this could be a highly combustible encounter.

You make it downstairs in time to catch your, still fully naked, new housemates taking it in turns to warmly embrace your scantily clad girlfriend by way of introduction. Yes it's hot to watch, but this is not a relationship you want to be encouraging. You have decided you really need to restore Lily and Freya to their old, presumably less sex obsessed and certainly less naked, selves and send them home tomorrow. You don't want Susannah getting too attached to them in the meantime.

"Oh God, I love them already Rory!" she beams at you ominously as you join the group, before she quickly turns back to your guests "You two are really going to liven this place up, I can already tell. You're both moving in, right? You won't need to pay rent or anything. Rory was just boasting to me about how minted he is these days."

"Er, they were only going to be staying the night, Suze"

"We would be totally up for living with you guys if you wanted us too though!" Lily offers.

"Yeah, this place is incredible!" Freya enthuses "We'd be very well behaved and we don't need any wardrobe space, as you can probably tell!"

"I still feel like it's a bad idea" you try to intervene because, well, it so obviously is.

"Seriously Rory, not ten minutes ago you were telling me you were going to make sure I got whatever I wanted. Now you are trying to actively block something I just asked for!" Susannah glares at you "Besides, I don't think just the two of us being together all the time in this massive mansion is going to be very healthy for our relationship, to be honest."

"Fine, they can stay then!" you throw your hands up in defeat. Your girlfriend has never needed magical wishes to get her way with you.

"Thanks babe!" her tone softens instantly as she rubs your arm and gives you a peck on the cheek "I tell you what, let's make tonight a bit of a welcome party. Why don't you take that nice car of yours for a spin and grab us some booze and snacks. I'll make it worth your while - you know how horny I get after I've had a few drinks!"

She isn't lying about that either, though you can barely remember the last occasion when your partner wasn't stone cold sober. You decide to make the best of a - certainly not bad, but entirely inadvisable - situation and enjoy an evening with your hot, drunk and horny girlfriend. You'd better not get tipsy yourself though - you've had enough accidents when you've been sober.

You arrive at the off licence and fill your basket with a mixture of gin - Susannah's favourite tipple on the rare occasions when she actually drinks - rum, wine and beer and take it to the counter, at which point you can't help but notice how insanely hot the girl manning the till this evening is.

Blimey, you wish she came free with the booze! You place the basket on the counter and she half smiles in the way that people serving you in shops often seem to, before wordlessly but dutifully ringing up each of the items you are purchasing and placing them neatly into a large bag, which she hands to you as soon as you have paid. Then, in an unusual move, she steps out from behind the counter and follows you out of the store. That feels weird enough as it is, but things get even stranger when you unlock the doors to your car and she climbs into the passenger seat.

"Um, hey. Why are you getting into my car?"

"Because I'm yours. I assumed you would want to take me home with you?" she replies, as if that were the most obvious explanation in the world.

Huh? What the fuck is going on here exactly?

"Um. I'm not sure I understand?"

"Sorry, I probably should have explained earlier, I just assumed you were aware already. I came free with the booze you bought as part of a one off store promotion. You own me now."

What? You vaguely remember making some joke to yourself along those lines when you first saw her, but you didn't think you wished for it, not even subconsciously in jest. You didn't hear your ring going off either, though the music that was blaring in the store might have drowned it out. Either way, it looks like you are now the proud owner of a very sexy shop worker named Amelia, according to her name tag. Well, you may have done some fucked up things over the past few days, but turning someone into your personal property is clearly a step too far. You can't undo the wish yet, but you can still set her free.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about coming with me. You can go."

"What do you mean?" she suddenly looks at you with a distraught expression "Don't you want me?"

"No, obviously I want you!" shit, maybe you shouldn't have worded it like that "It's just that I don't think it's right to give people away as free gifts."

"But I'm fine with it" she shrugs "Besides, I have nowhere else to go now."

"Can't you just go back to your job?"

"Not really. I don't work there anymore since they gave me to you. In fact, I've already been replaced."

You look into the shop window and somehow there is already another worker behind the till, a middle aged man. It does seem like you are going to have to take some responsibility for this poor girls situation until you can figure out how to resolve it. It's not like you don't have plenty of spare rooms, at least.

"Look, Amelia" you begin "It is Amelia isn't it?"

"Yes, but you can change my name if there's something else you prefer" she offers "I'm also quite willing to change my hair colour or style for you and wear anything you like. I'm not that good with accents, but I can try and put on a different one if you'd prefer me to sound French or American or whatever. I really want to make sure you to enjoy me as your prize."

Fucking hell. This is crazy! And also strangely arousing.

"You don't have to do any of that. I like you just as you are, Amelia." you tell her, and she looks extremely proud to hear it "I'm going to take you back to my place. You can stay there for now"

"For now?" she asks with obvious concern "Aren't you planning on keeping me permanently?"

"Look. please stop worrying. This is all going to be fine. Just trust me, okay?"

"Okay" she nods "Sorry, one more thing I need to ask you. How would you like me to address you? Master? Sir?"

"Rory is fine"

"Great. Thanks Rory."

Jesus, can't you even go into a shop for ten minutes without fucking up some pretty girls life? You aren't even really sure how to reverse these wishes you keep making. Is there some specific wording you are supposed to use? And if so, what the fuck it it? At least there are plenty of spare rooms in the mansion for Amelia to choose from until you work out how to fix this, though they are starting to fill up fast.

For now you decide to just treat your store prize as one more guest for the party. Maybe you will have a couple of drinks tonight after all. It's getting to the point where you feel like you need them.