Inheriting a Genie

Book 2: It's A Kind Of Magic

by John Rookwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter One

 

 

 

On Tuesday morning, I followed my routine and showed up at work just before opening time and spent the day fixing engines, replacing tires and running diagnostics. Once again I knocked out more jobs than anyone else, which thrilled my boss, Charlie.

"Damn, Liam." he said as we clocked out. "You must be gunning for a bonus, you know it's a ninety day wait on those payouts, right?"

Charlie was referring to the 'Quality Service' bonuses that the dealership paid out if we worked extra jobs. The company tracked how many repair and service jobs each mechanic did and how long they were expected to take. If you did them faster or did more jobs than projected, you got a bonus. The drawback was the wait time. In order to prevent mechanics from just rushing through jobs to get the bonus, the work had to hold up. If a customer came back for more repair work on the vehicle within three months and it was attributed to poor repairs the previous time, the jobs points went from a positive to a negative toward the bonus. In addition, the bonuses tended to be small unless you earned a lot of points, so combined with the delay, it meant most guys did the jobs they were assigned and didn't go looking for extra work.

"Seriously," he said as we left for the day, "You did ten repairs in the time most others did five or six."

"Just doing the job, man." I told him.

"So long as you do it right." Charlie cautioned me. "The only thing the general manager hates more than lazy workers are sloppy ones. I trust ya, but I really hope we don't see these cars coming back next week."

"They won't." I promised him. "I did the work right, you'll see."

Charlie gave me a thumbs up as I pulled out of the car lot. His warning made me think maybe I should sandbag a little to get down to the 'above average' level of expectations instead of cranking out the 'exceptional' level of work I had put in over the past two days.

My problem was that it was so easy now, when I looked at an engine problem my brain found the solution and my hands did the work. No hunting for clues, no need to look things up constantly. Every repair and maintenance manual I had ever read was accessible to me now. One of the unintended side effects of my first wish, the one that gave me total control over every cell in my body, was that I now had perfect recall.

I drove my classic red VW Beetle home and parked it in the driveway on my side of the duplex before collecting my mail and going inside.

I gave the place a quick once over to ensure that Jazz's bottle and Barry's urn were where I had left them. I in't think anyone was going to break in and take them, but then I hadn't expected Barry to steal Jazz's receptacle either. Thanks to his stupidity and the wording of his first wish combined with the specifics of mine, I had managed to get her back, make him into a genie and recover Grampy Gene's wallet in the process. Of course, now I was dealing with the fallout of those actions.

When my great grandfather had passed away, I had inherited Jazz's bottle and Barry had gotten Grampy Gene's magic wallet. The wallet would always have whatever amount of money you needed in it. The problem was the wallet didn't see the difference between 'need' and 'want', it just read your mind or something and teleported the currency into itself. Barry had abused the hell out of the wallet, not realizing it was taking the money from somewhere, and now someone calling himself 'Platinum Jack' was hunting for Barry.

Since Barry was currently trapped in the miniature urn that held a portion of my great grandfather's ashes, Jack was going to have a hard time tracking him down.

Tossing the mail on my kitchen table, I went into the living room and removed the blue glass stopper from Jazzeramine's bottle.

A second later, a cloud of blue smoke billowed out of the neck and swirled around to become the beautiful genie who now served me. She was dressed in her default blue and gold harem outfit, and her ample bosom bounced a little as she stretched and took in a deep breath.

"Master Liam!" she said happily, "I stand ready to serve you. Have you decided on your third wish?"

I shook my head, Jazz had an innate desire to fulfill the wishes of whoever possessed her bottle, but if I made my third wish, then I'd never be able to call her forth again and I didn't want that. I think I was falling for her.

I smiled, "Nope, I just wanted to check on you and make certain you were recovering from making Barry into a genie."

Jazz gave me a wide, toothy grin, "Indeed master, the gift of your seed and the day of rest have nearly replenished my strength. It has been many centuries since I needed to use the amount of power required to grant your second wish."

"Nearly replenished?" I asked.

"Yes, master. I am still somewhat tired, but I am more than able to serve you in whatever fashion you deem appropriate." she told me.

I smiled, "I think I know a way for you to get an energy boost."

Jazz gave me a wry grin, "How would you like to enjoy me, master?"

I turned that over in my head. I had just planned to have her straddle me so I could suck on her tits while I fucked her. Instead, I said, "I'm not sure, do you have any suggestions?"

"Well, master..." she said, "in the past some masters had me reshape myself into various women or animals for their enjoyment. Perhaps you would like that?"

"Animals?" I said, disgusted. "Eww. No. Other women... maybe."

"I could also remake my body into that of a man if you wish to try that." she suggested.

"Ack, no." I said. "That's really not my thing."

"I thought not." Jazz said, "You are not like master Adolf."

Okay, even though I wasn't sure I wanted to know, I just had to ask. "Ummm what or who did he have you become?"

"He showed me several films starring an actor named 'Clark Gable' and bade me imitate him." she stated.

Annnnnd I had heard enough. "Stop right there. I don't need to know the rest. I'm not gay or bi, although I have nothing against people who are. In fact, some of my favorite porn is lesbian stuff."

Jazz smile at me and turned into Miss July. "I seem to recall the pages of your magazine bearing this image were the most well thumbed."

She looked like Megan Moore now, long blond hair, small nose, delicate cheekbones, long, slender legs, firm but small breasts and wide hips. I couldn't deny I had jerked off to her image more than once, but I shook my head.

"No, I want you as I know you." I told the bombshell before me.

"As you command, master." she said as her form blurred and returned to the Middle-eastern looking woman she had been when she first appeared to me, albeit devoid of clothing.

I stepped over to her and pulled her to me; she was warm and soft and smelled faintly of cinnamon. I kissed her long and hard, my tongue sliding into her mouth to wrestle with hers as my hands slid down to grope her firm ass-cheeks.

She responded by pressing herself against me and running one hand through my short hair while the other worked to unbuckle my belt. Once she had it loose, she used both hands to push my pants and boxers down and jumped up to wrap her long legs around my torso before she wiggled her hips to position her love canal just at the tip of my dick.

I spun around and took two short steps to push her back against the wall between the living room and the small kitchen and pushed my shaft into her, never breaking the kiss.

Jazz moaned wordlessly into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck as I pumped in and out of her tight, velvety pussy. I stood there, holding her by her buttocks as I pounded in and out of her cunt, feeling her ample tits bouncing against my chest with each thrust. I didn't restrain my climax this time and came inside her within a few minutes.

When the final spurts had finished squirting from my cock, I gently let my genie get her feet under her and finally said, "You're amazing."

"I am what you desire." she giggled as my cock slid out of her. "Your seed insures that."

She had explained that shortly after I started fucking her, the more 'seed' I gave her, the more she would adjust to become in sync with me.

"Shall I prepare a meal for you, master?" she asked, still standing against the wall.

I was a little hungry, so I said, "Yes, that would be great."

Jazz nodded and slipped into the kitchen while I pulled up my pants and sat down in my overstuffed chair. A few minutes later, I smelled beef cooking and realized she was making me a burger. I hadn't even realized it, but I really wanted a nice thick burger with fries. Apparently she knew what I wanted to eat before I did.

For my part, I wanted to look into this 'Platinum Jack' guy and see who he was in case he somehow tracked me down. It didn't take too long to discover he was a local drug lord who specialized in methamphetamine. There were no pictures of him but the police believed he was Caucasian, around five foot ten inches tall and bald with a penchant for panama hats and Hawaiian shirts.

Great, Jack fancied himself to be a real life 'Heisenberg'.

By the time Jazz walked out of the kitchen carrying a mouthwatering cheeseburger piled high with toppings and flanked by what smelled like garlic fries, I had gotten all I could on Jack from the internet. The meal was worthy of a five-star restaurant, or so I assumed since I had never eaten at such a place. The burger was cooked to perfection and flavored with a hint of steak sauce, the lettuce, tomato and pickles were crisp and fresh and the fires were dusted with garlic and Parmesan cheese. Damn, that girl could cook.

While I ate, Jazz cleaned the dishes she had used to prepare my meal and hummed to herself, when I had finished my burger and fries, I stood up and went to the bedroom to retrieve some bills from the bin that held Barry's money. Taking a dozen twenties and another dozen hundreds, I told Jazz, "Get dressed, I need new clothes and you're coming along."

Jazz nodded and blurred for a second before appearing again, wearing a simple dress of green that hugged her curves and went down to just above her knees. It was sexy but practical.

I drove us to the local mall where we spent and hour shopping for half a dozen pairs of new pants and a dozen shirts in my size that Jazz determined looked good on me, then spent another hour at a men's suit shop getting me fitted for a nice three-piece suit for special occasions.

It was late when we got home, but I wasn't tired at all. One of the joys of having complete control over my body was being able to go for longer periods than normal without rest. After we had stowed my new clothes away, I decided I wanted to relax and clicked on the TV while Jazz brought me a beer without my asking.

I smiled and took it as we sat on the couch and watched the film. It was a new martial arts action movie with a female heroine who was drop-dead gorgeous. Her ninja-like costume was skin tight and showed off her assets well. The plot was bad, but I was having trouble concentrating on it because my mind kept drifting to what it would be like to fuck her in her ninja suit. At one point in the movie, the star got caught and tied up by the bad guys and forced to kneel in front of their leader in her underwear while he taunted her. I wasn't surprised someone wrote that kind of scene into the script since the movie needed something to keep people interested. Sadly, that's as far as the scene went, because the lady ninja broke free and kicked everyone's ass in her skivvies.

I was daydreaming deeply enough that I didn't realize Jazz had removed my pants until I felt her silky smooth lips sliding over the head of my cock. When I looked down, she had changed to look like the ninja-girl with her hands bound behind her back, and unlike the actress, Jazz was nude as she blew me.

My dick had been semi-stiff from the movie, but upon seeing my genie as the actress, bound up, kneeling and sucking me off, it got rock hard.

Pulling her head from my cock, she spoke in the voice of the actress, "If I suck you off, you'll let me go, right?"

My eyes went wide as she returned to her ministrations and I sat there, watching the doppelganger of the girl on the screen demurely bobbing her head up and down while she stared up at me with pleading eyes.

I played along and rested a hand on the fake ninja's head, sneering, "Maybe, if I'm not pleased, I'll just send you to one of my many brothels and rent you out to my clients."

Jazz sped up her sucking, seemingly afraid of the 'fate' I had threatened her with, until I grabbed her hair in my right hand and took control of her movements. I slowed her down and forced her mouth all the way down to the base of my shaft, letting the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat each time before I pulled her up and off me, letting her gasp for breath for half a second before I forced her head back down.

After a few repetitions, I came hard, shoving her head down until her cute nose was buried in my pubic hair as I shot my load down her throat.

Jazz pretended to gag on my cum, and eventually I pulled her head up. As I did, she looked at me, asking submissively, "Now you'll let me go? You won't cheat like a villain and keep me as a sex slave or anything?"

I chuckled, seeing where she was leading me. "I never said when I would let you go, little ninja."

Pulling her up to my lap, I noticed her legs were bound in a frog-tie, with her ankles tied to her thighs, meaning her legs were easily spread for penetration. I smiled at that and spun her around so her back faced me with her hands bound behind her. Positioning her legs on either side of my waist, I took hold of the ropes that bound her wrists and used them as a grip as I slid my cock into her moist and waiting ass.

Like a kid with a wooden horse, I rode the ninja-girl's form like a toy pony as she played her part and begged for mercy, crying out, "No, please, not my ass." and "You won't get away with this, villain!" before she descended into a series of gasps and barks of pleasure.

I commanded my testicles to replenish my baby batter in time to blast her ass full of jizz a few minutes later when the scene had played out. When I was finished, I lifted Ninja-Jazz off me and set her on the floor again.

She looked up at me, asking, "May I presume you are pleased, master?"

I snorted. "Yeah, that was fun, but what brought it on?"

Ninja-Jazz tilted her head, "I sensed your desire to have intercourse with the woman on the screen and felt your arousal at seeing her restrained. You had a need, and I fulfilled it, as is my purpose. Shall I maintain this form for you?"

I shook my head, and Jazz returned to normal. That had been fun, and I suddenly realized that in Jazz I had the ability to bang anyone I wanted, real or imaginary. I could have her imitate any woman, right down to the voice. That had serious potential for fun.