“Can I at least feel you up?” Matt asked.
“Matt, this is serious,” Sophie said sternly. “We don’t know what this guy wants. We can’t afford to be making jokes.”
“Oh fine…”
They arrived at the large tower building where Brookman Industries was based. Alexis changed back into a cloud of light-blue smoke, which was sucked into the lamp in Sophie’s handbag.
“Remember, don’t say anything,” Sophie said, before she got out of the car, and walked into the building. She walked up to reception, where there was a girl sat at the desk. She was, Sophie observed, young, gorgeous, and well-endowed.
“Hello, I’m here to see Mr Brookman,” she said to the woman.
“I’m sorry, but Mr Brookman is not taking any visitors at the moment,” the woman said.
“It’s fine, Julia, she’s expected,” said another woman. Sophie turned to her right, and saw a woman standing there. She looked to be her late twenties, but she was drop-dead gorgeous, even more so than the other woman. She was dressed in formal business attire, though with a very short skirt. She was holding a clipboard. “You must be Miss Swift.” Sophie nodded.
“Very good, come along with me dear,” the woman said, and turned to walk towards the elevator, before realising Sophie had stayed put. “Oh where are my manners? My name is April Showers. I am Mr Brookman’s secretary, among other things. I assure you dear, you’re quite safe with me. Now come along, Mr Brookman does not like to be kept waiting.”
Sophie steeled herself for whatever was to come, and followed Miss Showers into the elevator, which began to go up.
“Mr Brookman is very excited to meet you,” Miss Showers said. Sophie just stayed quiet. “Not one for small talk, eh? Well, I’m sure Mr Brookman will be able to get some talking out of you.”
The doors opened directly into a large office, with large windows, giving a big view of the city. There was a formal desk at the back of the room, but Sophie was more concerned about what was in front of it. There were two sofas facing each-other, with a glass table in between them. Sat on the sofa facing Sophie was a man, who she recognised as Alex Brookman. He was wearing a suit, aside from the fact that his pants were around his ankles. Sophie couldn’t see his penis though, because it was in the mouth of the nude girl who was knelt in front of him, sucking on it.
“Welcome, Miss Swift,” said Mr Brookman. “Please, take a seat.” Sophie sat down on the empty sofa. On the table was a big bottle of Coca Cola, and two glasses, and a plate of chocolate biscuits.
“Do let me know if you’d like something else,” Mr Brockman said. “Though I was expecting two people. Well, one human.” Sophie ignored him, and looked at the girl who was giving him head.
“Is that Amy Barrows?” Sophie recognised her from school.
“Why yes it is,” Mr Brockman replied. “She works here evenings and weekends. Of course, she’s part of how I discovered your little secret.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sophie said, and Mr Brockman just smiled.
“Yesterday, Miss Showers overheard Amy here talking to one of the other girls about her boyfriend, one Mark Matthews,” He explained, and this peaked Sophie’s interest. “Seems he was rather reluctant to get his penis out for her, and when she finally saw it, she realised why. His penis was only an inch long, and it couldn’t get hard. Apparently some girl, by the name of Sophie Swift, had wished for it to happen, and then it had. Does that sound familiar?”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Sophie replied.
“I don’t know why you’re being so secretive, Miss Swift. Sophie. Can I call you Sophie?”
“I’d prefer Miss Swift.”
“Well then Miss Swift, I know you have a genie, it’s obvious. So why don’t you just summon her so we can all start being honest with each-other?”
Sophie reached into her handbag, and pulled out Lumiosa’s lamp.
“Damn…” Mr Brookman said under his breath.
“What?” Sophie asked him.
“Just rub your lamp and then you’ll get your answers,” Mr Brookman replied.
Sophie rubbed the lamp, and light-blue smoke poured out, forming into Alexis, who sat down next to her Mistress.
“Well, she’s a pretty one,” Mr Brookman smiled, before groaning, as he came into Amy’s mouth. She then pulled off of him, stood up, and bowed politely. “Thank you Amy. You’re dismissed.”
“Thank you for this honour, Mr Brookman,” Amy said, before she left.
“Are all your staff mindless slaves?” Sophie asked him.
“Not mindless, just obedient,” Mr Brookman corrected her, before turning to face Alexis. “So what can I call you, dear?”
“Alexis,” the genie replied.
“Alexis,” Mr Brookman smiled. “A fine name. Do you recognise her, dear?”
“Unfortunately, she’s not one I’ve ever come across, Master,” Miss Showers replied.
“Master?” Alexis asked. “You mean you’re his-”
“Miss Showers, I wish for you to dress me,” Mr Brookman interrupted.
“Your wish is my command, Master.” Miss Showers snapped her fingers, and her Master was instantly dressed.
“Definitely a genie, then,” Alexis said. “But I’m assuming her real name isn’t April Showers, which by the way is a horrible joke.”
“I must say, Miss Swift, that your genie is very outspoken,” Mr Brookman smiled. “Does she not fear punishment?”
“I like to give my staff some free will,” Sophie said sternly.
“Quite. Well, if you must know, Alexis, the name April Showers was chosen by my grandfather, who found her lamp as a teenager,” Mr Brookman explain. “He passed her down to my father, who passed him down to me when I was 3, upon his death. I’m adopted, you see. My father never settled down and found a wife, much like I haven’t. Too much sex to be had, as I’m sure you understand. But since then, Apriya, as is her true name, has been everything to me; A mother, a wife, and, most importantly, a genie.”
“Well that sounds great,” Sophie said, somewhat sarcastically. “So what exactly do you want with me?”
“I’m getting to that, patience,” Mr Brockman said. “For now, I’m curious how and when you acquired Alexis here. Regale us with your tale.”
“Maybe I don’t want to tell you. Maybe I still don’t trust you.”
“As right you shouldn’t. After all, you barely know me.”
“For now, I’m interested in why you were disappointed when I pulled out Alexis’ lamp.”
Mr Brockman smiled, and ate a biscuit.
“Please, help yourself,” he said, and Alexis took a handful of them.
“Stop avoiding the question.”
“Oh, I like a girl with spunk. Of course, I prefer when it’s my spunk that I’ve shot into her pussy. Fine, I’ll tell you. I’m a collector of lamps. Magic lamps, of course. Aside from Miss Showers’, I have 3 of them locked away at home. I’ve not rubbed them, of course, since humans cannot have more than 1 genie each, but I enjoy having them. I used to have 4, but last week, one of them was stolen from me.
“Stolen?”
“Yes. I don’t know how, either, since I specifically wished that only me, or a member of my family would be able to access it. I was hoping that your lamp was the one that was stolen from me.”
“So you could steal it back?”
“Not at all. I merely wished to become acquainted with you. I may look young, but I often feel like the old man I am. I want some youthful companionship that I’ve not just wished for.”
“So you want to fuck me?”
“Yes, but I want to fuck all attractive girls. I have some friends I’d like you to meet, Miss Swift. A little society we have. All of them are Masters, of varying ages, and I’m sure they’d all be interested in meeting you.”
“How many of them are there?”
“Including me, five current members, though we’ve had several more over the years. We have a store of lamps that we’ve collected over the years. We’ve got 214 total, plus my 3, which the others don’t know about.”
“214!?” Alexis exclaimed through her biscuits. “You’ve got 214 genies!?”
“All of them dormant in their lamps of course. We wouldn’t want some random kids getting hold of them and causing havoc with the world, now would we?”
“So what, you guys just collect lamps?” Sophie asked.
“Through a mixture of wealth and magic, we hunt down magic lamps to add to our collection. For example, the one that was stolen was recovered from the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities in Cairo, where it had sat for 10 years after being found by chance buried in a building site in Alexandria. As soon as I found out, I procured it, and hid it in my home. For the greater good of the world, of course.”
“Of course.” Sophie wasn’t convinced.
“Tell you what, Miss Swift, how about I give you my address and personal phone number?” Mr Brookman looked up at Miss Showers, who materialised a business card, and handed it to Sophie. “We’re meeting at my place on Friday night. I’d love for you to come, and of course Alexis is invited.”
“I’ll think about it,” Sophie said.
“I’m sure you will, and I’m sure you’ll make the right decision,” Mr Brookman smiled.
“We’ll see. Alexis, take us home please.”
“As you wish, Mistress.”
Alexis snapped her fingers, and the two of them were instantly back in Sophie’s living room. Matt’s body was still unconscious on the floor, with Lumiosa sat on the sofa, watching over him.
“Welcome home Master!” She said happily. “Would you like to return to your own body?”
“Yes, do it,” said Matt in Sophie’s voice. Lumiosa and Alexis snapped their fingers, and Matt instantly sat up. He looked down at his groin, and sighed in relief.
“Oh good, I’ve got a penis,” he said. “That was the weirdest bit. Not being able to feel my penis.”
“Try being a girl all the time, we never feel our penises,” Sophie said.
“If I may ask, what did you discover, Master, Miss Sophie?” Lumiosa asked.
“Lumiosa, I wish for you to extract the memories of the events from my mind,” Matt commanded.
“Your wish is my command, Master.” Lumiosa snapped her fingers, and instantly knew everything that had gone on. “That is so sad…To think of those poor genies, trapped in their lamps, never again to see the light of day, or know the joy of serving a Master.”
“I’m more concerned with what they want with all those lamps,” Sophie said. “I don’t believe it’s really for the greater good.”
“So what do you suggest we do?” Matt asked.
“I say we go to this party, and we find out the truth.”
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