John plays it cool

"Well Sarah, I'm not the arbiter of your prude expectations. If a man can't 'jack off' in his own home, where can he? It's not like you told me you were coming. I assume you're not here for an afternoon quickie."

"And that's why I divorced you. I suppose I should be thankful you weren't up to your hips in some coed who wanted her thesis approved. I just wanted to tell you the house sold and to give you your copy of the legal papers; there should be no reason for me ever to come here again."

"As I recall, the History Department isn't the only one who traded flesh for academia, dear. In any case, thank you. Is that everything?"

"I think so. Lovely penthouse, John; I love the way you've cluttered it up with historical kitsch."

"You took the collection of antique vibrators, dear..."

"And sold them in that horrid little shop where you buy your more perverted junk. I'm surprised you didn't see them there."

"What did you get for them, two footballers and a Nobel Laureate? No, don't tell me, I'm sure it'll be in the papers when the scandal hits."

She snorted and stormed out the door.

"Good riddance. Now to get my genie back."

He went back to the lower level workroom and gave the inside neck of the bottle another workout. The dripping genie appeared again, this time nude save for the gold rings in her ears and nipples and a sapphire inset in her belly button.

"Curse you to a million hells; can't you just rub the bottle with your hands?"

"I like you better this way."

"Well, here." She hugged him, taking special care to rub as much as possible of his cum onto his suit and face.

"Clean me up now."

"No; I'm not your laundry service. Did you have a wish, or did you just summon me because you liked having a wet, naked, annoyed genie around?"

"Well, that does bring one thought to mind..." John loosened his tie.

"No! The only way you can **** me to have sex with you is by using a wish. If you're that horny I'll summon a girl for you."

A girl appeared in front of him. She had smooth clear skin, platinum blonde hair to her shoulders, and small pert breasts. She was naked. She was twelve. The girl screamed. John screamed. The girl disappeared.

"What the hell was that!? I could get arrested for even looking at her!"

"Expect a lot of arrests at the shopping plaza then; when I put her back I just left the clothes where they'd fallen."

"That was cruel!"

"Why? She's of marriageable age. And she's not the youngest girl you ever slept with."

"When I was thirteen! That's different! Look, I don't want to talk about this any more; I have a wish."

"What do you wish?"

"I wish women would willingly throw themselves at me."

The genie leapt sideways at him and elbowed him in the groin. "Like that?"

"What the...? No, not like that! I thought you said you couldn't hurt me!"

"Don't be a baby; you're not hurt, there won't even be a bruise."

"Hurt means pain."

"No, hurt means injury. Watch this."

She grabbed his legs and pulled them out from under him. On the way his head bounced a half an inch from the table and gently landed on the floor.

"See; I can't hurt you. I may want to, but it doesn't happen. If I threw you out the window of this tower you'd land on the ground safely."

He kicked her in the cunt.

"Did that hurt?"

"No, but it stings like reading Euclid. Now I suggest you give it up, unless you want me to spank you so hard you can't endure clothing on your arse for a week."

"You sound just like my ex-wife."

"Maybe I should have stuck around when she arrived. I think we would be great friends."

Sarah appeared, naked. The genie pointed to John. "Do you like causing him pain?"

She tried to cover herself up. "What's going on here? John, what are you up to?"

Sarah vanished.

"I do like her; she appears by magic that's totally unexplainable to her scientific mind, and the first thing she does is blame you."

John furrowed his brow for a moment.

"What was she doing when you brought her here?"

"She was sitting in the driver's seat of her motorcar on the large fast road."

"The Expressway?"

"If that's what you call it, yes; I haven't been out in nearly a century so my knowledge is a bit rusty."

"Did you put her clothes back on her when you returned her?"

"No; why bother?"

John burst out laughing. When he calmed down he said, "How often can you do that?"

"As often as I want."

"Do it some more!"

"Is that your wish?"

"No! Though it would be pretty funny. I wish to be sexually irresistible to women. Not little girls, just women. Pretty women. Pretty women under the age of fifty. No, fifty-five; there are some hot fifty-year olds out there."

"Done."

"Just like that? No magic words, no pyrotechnics?"

"Oh, if you want."

The genie pressed her palms together with her wrists at eye level, then lowered her arms until her joined hands were between her breasts. "As you command, O Great Master, so I do. I hope your dick is ready for a workout; there are over a million eligible women in a two mile radius, and a couple of billion on the planet."

"I meant any woman I want!"

"You should have said so."

"What about you?"

"I don't meet the criteria; I'm over 1500 years old. No making whoopee for you - at least not with me. Now I'm going to take a shower and go back in the bottle." She sashayed to the door, her tight bottom twitching as she went and her long hair swaying like a sexual pendulum. She paused in the doorway. "By the way, I'd suggest wishing for unending stamina next; you're going to need it." With a giggle she ran off.