Genie Chronicles Ch. 12

"Fair enough. What else?"

"Well, what kind of pull do you have with your manufacturers as far as the naming of their product goes?"

"What's wrong with the product names?" Ms. Cooper asked defensively.

"In general, nothing. Most are quite...descriptive. However, in line with your desire for a more tasteful website, and your goal to get your products more accepted by the mainstream market, it seems to me that product names like 'The Pussy Pounder' could be a bit of a hindrance."

Ms. Cooper scowled, but Nick looked thoughtful. "You have a point. Actually, many of our products appear in different catalogs under different names, but the item itself is made by the same manufacturer. We might be able to get different packaging on some of the more 'descriptively' named products. Would you mind checking on that, Susan?"

"Sure," she said, looking none too happy about it.

Great, Jack thought, now she's pissed at me for another reason.

"Anything else, Jack?"

"No, I think that's about it." He paused. "Well, one other thing, more of an observation, I guess." This was probably going to piss off Ms. Cooper even further, but Jack figured it might be worth it to gain a little more insight into her. "I've noticed that there aren't many products for men in the catalog, and what there is seems kind of... lacking. And that's not just in your catalog, but..."

He was interrupted by a disgusted snort from Ms. Cooper. She did, indeed, look angry, but this time it didn't appear to be directed at him. "That's because there ISN'T anything good for men. Believe me, I've looked. The vast majority of adult related activity on-line is men. Hell, even the majority of our products for women are actually bought by the men for women. You'd think..." She trailed off, shaking her head.

"Ah. Well, that answers that, I guess. I think I've covered everything else. I will update the contract and bring it in for your final approval and for everyone to sign, and then we can get started!"

"Sounds good, Jack. About how long do you think it will take to get it up and running?"

"Once the contract is sign, and I'm up to speed here, probably in stages over three to four weeks. I would initially introduce the site with the new look but the same basic capabilities as the old one in order to get you up and running the quickest. Then once that was running smoothly, I would add the extra features like the video clips. That would also give us a rough idea of bandwidth usage before and after the clips are introduced."

"Hmmm."

"Is that a problem?" Jack asked.

"No, we knew it would take awhile. We just have a few new products we really want to get going with."

"Do you have artwork and product text for them?"

I have some product flyers for them from the manufacturers."

"Well, as I said last time, I am familiar with the current e-retail package you are using. If you can loan me the fliers, I'll scan the photos and type out whatever text you want, and add them to your current site when I come back. That's assuming you have all of the administrator account login info for your site, of course. I can have everything ready by Monday afternoon."

"How much will that cost us?" Ms. Cooper asked.

Jack shrugged. "Nothing." Then he grinned at Nick. "Just consider it my payment for the items I 'borrowed'."

Nick smiled back. "Thanks, Jack. That will help us a lot." He rubbed his hands together. "Well, I think that about does it for today. Jack, you can pack up your stuff, and then if you'll come with me, I'll get you those fliers."

Everyone stood, and Alice came over, smiling, and shook his hand. "I look forward to working with you Jack. Now let me go back and see what those people have been up to since I left the warehouse." She bustled out.

Ms. Cooper followed Alice and also shook his hand. "See you Monday," then she, too, left. Jack had been too busy looking at her earlier to look at her tote board. He took a quick peek at it now, and saw it was similar to the receptionist, except that it showed a very wide interest but pretty much no experience whatsoever.

Once the two ladies were gone, Jack put away his projector and laptop and followed Nick to his office. Nick dug out several glossy fliers, and then went out into the hall to the copier and made copies of their text. Grabbing a highlighter, he marked the text he wanted on the website and handed the stack over. "There you go."

"Thanks. Uh, Ms. Cooper didn't seem too thrilled today..."

Nick waved him off. "Don't worry about her. She can be a bit...grumpy, and today is worse than most. She didn't have much luck on her recent buying trip."

"Did she at least find you a source for more durable double dildos?"

Nick frowned at him for a moment, and then laughed. "Yes, as a matter of fact, she did. I guess it wasn't a total waste."

"That's good. Well, I guess I'll be going. Is one o'clock on Monday ok?"

Nick checked a calendar on his desk. "That should be fine. See you then! Do you need me to show you out?"

"No, I'm good. Bye!" Jack showed himself to the reception area.

"Have a good afternoon, Mr. Phillips!"

Jack smiled at the cute receptionist. "I'm sorry, but I don't know your name?"

"Jamie Aron."

"Well, Ms. Aron, see you Monday afternoon."

"Oh?"

"Yup. It would seem I am going to be designing your website. I'll be here quite a bit for awhile."

She smiled. "Well, then I look forward to working with you, Mr. Phillips."

"Jack, please."

"Jamie, then."

"See you Monday, Jamie."

"Bye!"

Flirt!

Jack smiled as he headed for the car.Hey, I haven't had a chance to tantalize women with this studly bod much, yet. I think it's going to be fun. Jealous?

Nope. Well, not that way. When do I get to flirt?

What the hell do you call all that in the grocery store?

Oh. Yeah. Ok, so when do I get to flirt with someone I can do more than flirt with?

Ah. Want me to go introduce you to Jamie?

I would, but she isn't into girls.

Ms. Cooper?

Maybe some day. She isn't ready for that, yet.

Well, you'll be working here with me, so perhaps you'll have the opportunity.

By this time they were pulling out of the parking lot, and Jennifer appeared in the passenger seat once they were out if sight of FI. She grinned. "That's true."

Once again Jack had to force himself to concentrate on the road, as there was nothing else he would rather look at than Jennifer. "So, couldn't we just give her a regular clitoris?"

"Yes, and she would 'freak,' I believe is the word."

"...and make her think she has always been that way?"

"Yes, we could do that."

"Is there a reason why we shouldn't?"

"Who are you asking?"

"Ummm, whoever has an answer?"

"Well, neither of us, really. As Jennifer I don't have enough "life experience" yet, for lack of a better term, to advise you. What I can say is that it's a question of taking away her choice by making that choice for her. I'm not saying that is right or wrong. You have done that a couple of times already, hopefully all to good effect."

"I have? When?"

"Well, with Margaret at Smith & Brown, for one."

"What, do you mean by helping to improve her and her boyfriend's sex lives?"

"Yes."

"So are you saying that she wouldn't have wanted that?"

"No, she almost definitely would have. What I am saying is that she didn't have the choice."

Jack thought about this for a moment. "But, for her to have that choice to make, she would have first had to have been convinced that therewas a choice to make. We would have had to convince her that you existed and made her believe that you really could do that for her, or something, then asked her if she wanted you to do it. And she might have said no, for the same reason that she has never tried to explore her sexual desires in the first place; because she might have been too embarrassed about looking like a freak."

"That's true Jack. Again, I'm not saying what you did was in any way the wrong thing to do. In the case of Ms. Cooper, though, giving her a clitoris might not be what she would choose."

"Oh. Why not? Wouldn't that make her life a whole lot easier and happier?"

"Probably, if you also wiped her memories and created new ones. But, if given the choice, she most likely would not want that. Who wants their memories erased and false ones put in their place? What she really wants is to find someone to accept her as she is."

"Huh. It sounds like Jennifer just gave some pretty good advice to me."

She shrugged. "Not necessarily. A much more experienced Jennifer might say, 'but forget what she probably would want given the choice. Do what it takes to make her happy now' or something." She noticed Jack getting off at a different exit ramp than usual. "Where are we going?"

"We're near the mall. I thought I'd go pick up that pair of pants that was being altered." He grinned, "And I guess I need a bathing suit for tomorrow night. Is Lacey working?"

"Nope. She has the weekend off."

"Dang! Oh, well."

"But that attractive manager with the dirty blond hair is."

"So?"

"So, apparently after we left she cornered Lacie and made her tell everything."

"Did Lacie get into trouble?"

"Not as long as she promised to turn on the security camera next time so the manager can watch."

"Watch, huh. So would she rather watch, or do?"

"With a big stud like you? What do you think?"

"She was pretty cute. Does she like girls, by chance?

"Nope."

"Oh, well. I hate to make you go invisible again."

"In order to seduce pretty women and screw them senseless? To what better use could my power be put, Jack."

He shrugged. "Well, when you put it that way..."

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Colleen finished folding the teal blouses for the fourth time of the day... so far. She was glad they were popular, but why oh why did the girls have to unfoldevery single onewhile looking at them, and then kind of ball them up in a sorry attempt at refolding?

She turned to find what else needed doing, and there he was, the subject of her fantasies, waking and dreaming, ever since she had milked Lacie for every detail of the girl's dressing room encounter, the lucky little tramp! And he was even as she had described him coming to the dressing room counter that evening, big bulge in pants and all!

"Um, hi. I need to try these on." He held up a couple of bathing suits.

"Uh, yes sir, right this way." She could barely think straight as she led him to the dressing room counter. She couldn't do what she was thinking, could she? No. She couldn't. But she also couldn't let this opportunity slip by completely. Gathering all her courage, she looked down at his bulge and said, "I'm afraid that Lacey isn't here today to assist you." Then she couldn't resist adding. "Who was it this time, the twins again, or perhaps just anticipating Lacey's customer service?"

He turned red and looked very embarrassed for a moment, but then looked into her eyes and said. "No, ma'am, it's someone else, this time."

She couldn't believe her ears. There was no way SHE could inspire him to this state. He was still looking at her intently, though. "Uh, you will be needing similar assistance to last time?"

He looked down. "It looks like it, if I am going to be able to try these on correctly."

Well, maybe she could, after all. She looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. "Well," she swallowed, "all my sales associates are busy at the moment, but, um, I... might be able to assist you..." He smiled a charming smile. Wow, what a hunk!

"That would be great. I really appreciate it."

Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest, and she could already feel herself getting moist. "Ok, dressing room one, please, sir. I'll be there to assist you in just a moment." As soon as he had disappeared around the corner back toward the dressing rooms, she went out to confirm that her staff was running things smoothly and to let them know she was taking lunch. She then ran to her office, slapped a blank tape into the 'security recorder,' started it recording, and locked her door. She hurried toward dressing room one.

Her hand was shaking as she reached up to knock. This sort of thing NEVER happened in real life! Her hand's shaking actually caused her to knock before she was quite ready. She heard his voice say, "Come in."

She pulled open the door, and found him just like Lacey had described; nude from the waist down with his large, hard cock sticking out to greet her. She gasped faintly, and her knees almost buckled at the thought that this shaft would be filling her in a few moments. It wasn't quite as big as Lacey had described – Colleen knew she had been exaggerating, NOTHING was that big – but this would still be the largest she had ever experienced.

"H...How may I be of assistance, sir?"

"Well, about the same as Lacey was, I guess, although I would like to undress you, first."

Colleen stifled another gasp, but nodded eagerly. If Lacey was to be believed, this young stud had fucked her for forty five minutes straight, and through three orgasms. Colleen was not multi-orgasmic, and had never been able to have even one during actual sex. But if Lacey was to be even half-way believed, maybe at least that last part might change this afternoon.

As his gentle hands started to unbutton her blouse, she realized this was what she dreaded most. She wasn't nearly as pretty as Lacey, and these dressing room lights and mirrors were quite unflattering. However, as he revealed her slender body, he seemed quite happy with it, and she could have sworn that when he removed her bra, that her medium-sized breasts looked rounder and firmer than she remembered. Then he gently cupped them from behind and ran his fingers lightly over her nipples, and she forgot about everything else.

"Just like Lacey? Are you sure that's ok?"

She nodded dumbly.

He laid her gently on her back, placed the folded bathing suits under her butt, and moved between her legs. "Ready?"

She nodded again, not trusting herself to speak. She was a little afraid of that rod.

He placed its tip at her sopping entrance and slowly slid in. She gasped, but, surprisingly, not in pain. He was gentle and slow, and took plenty of time to fill her completely. He gradually increased his rhythm until he was stroking into her at a lovely pace. She was in heaven. Fifteen minutes later she exploded. She signed in contentment, but then realized she wasn't contented. She wasn't now hypersensitive, as usual after her orgasm, too sensitive to even touch. She was ready for another one!

They rolled over and she rode him to another, stronger, exhausting orgasm 15 or so minutes later. Too tired then to do much else, she let him lay her on her stomach, spread her wide, and proceed to gently but firmly fuck her from behind, rubbing constantly against what must be her heretofore undiscovered G-spot while at the same time stimulating her clit and hood against the bathing suits. About fifteen minutes later she began the longest, slowest building, most incredible orgasm of her life, until she exploded with him several long moments later.

After relaxing for a few minutes, they went to their separate bathrooms to clean up, he to try on the sticky bathing suits, first. She then went back to the dressing room counter, where he showed up a few minutes later to pay for his suits. "Thank you, Sir. Cum, uh, come back soon!"

He grinned. "Oh, I most definitely will!"

Her pleasure was bittersweet at finding she was multi-orgasmic with this young stud that she might never fuck again. She was overjoyed, then, to find when she got home and popped in the surprisingly clear video tape (sound? When did the camera get sound?) while putting her well used Pussy Pounder to its intended purpose, that she had somehow stayed that way.

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Jack and Jennifer went to pick up his altered pants, and then, realizing they were starving, hit the food court. This time they grabbed some Italian, and then found a table near the center of the court and enjoyed one of their favorite pastimes; looking at girls. The scenery wasn't quite as good this visit, and they didn't see anyone they recognized, but it was still fun.

On their way out of the mall, Jack saw a red icon over a girl's head for the first time.She has a sexual disease?

Yes, Jack.

Can we cure her?

Of course.

Should we?

That's another judgment question that I can't really answer yet. Sorry.

Hmmm. Ok, did she get what she has due to a one time accident, or from a habit of risky sex?

She caught it from a boy who lied to her and said he was clean and healthy. She hasn't had sex again since she found out she had contracted the disease.

Good enough. Cure her, please, but she shouldn't forget the lesson to be careful.

Done.

As they approached his SUV, he said out loud, "Not that I'm making this wish yet, but can't I just cure everyone of all sexually transmitted diseases, everywhere?"

""Nope, that butts up against another of my restrictions."

"Which one?"

Jennifer gave a small exasperated sigh, and then smiled at him. "I'm sorry Jack, Master, that was not directed at you. While I grow happier and happier every day that it was you who opened my vessel, it would make things easier for you on occasion if you were born in a time when Jinn lore was fairly common knowledge." She paused.

"Curing STDs everywhere is too broad a target for my powers, Jack."

"Really? Why is that?"

"Well, to prevent me, or any Genie for that matter, from, well, doing things like curing everyone of diseases. Or, had I "fallen into the wrong hands" as the saying goes,giving everyone diseases. Or killing everyone immediately. Or, making everyone think that one particular person should rule the world. Or, well, you get the idea."

"Yeah, that makes sense. So how many people can you affect at once?"

"That's a bit complicated. In general, the answer is anyone of which you are personally aware or have a connection to. That connection can be quite tenuous, though."

"Uh, can you give me some examples, not just of the curing disease thing, but in general?"

"Sure. You can wish me to cure someone you meet of sexual disease. You can wish me to cure someone you read about in the newspaper. You can wish me to cure someone that someone else mentions to you. Where it starts to get more complicated is with groups of people. You can affect others in what might be called a cone of association. For instance, you cannot simply say that you want every girl on the university campus we passed the other day to experience an earth shattering orgasm. You do not have a sufficient association with all of them. However if you are attending a concert on the campus mall and every female student happens to be there, then you could very well wish me to give them all one. You, as a fellow concert attendee, being there with all of them, gives you enough of an association. You would be the focal point of a wide, flat cone.

"Going back to your sexual disease example, you could have me cure a person you discover is infected, any persons that person has infected, any persons those people have in turn infected, etcetera. You can even cure whoever infected the first person you discovered. That would be an example of a long narrow cone. The longer the cone, the narrower it must be. What you cannot do is travel back up the line and down all of its other branches, effectively wiping out the disease. Does all that make sense?

"Uh... maybe. So, did that girl back there infect anyone else before she found out?"

"No."

"How about the ass-hole who infected her? Has he infected anyone else?"