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  “I fucking hate people!” Rick breathed, suddenly shivering and just wanting to get back inside his warm condo as soon as possible.

  Reaching down, Rick then grabbed the narrow neck of the bottle and lifted it up to examine it. Surprisingly, the bottle didn't appear to be cracked, nicked, or broken at all. He had no idea how a glass bottle could have been dropped from any of the balconies overhead and honestly not break on impact? Then, examining the fat, rounded bottom of the bottle, he saw one side of it was dirty, as if it had possibly landed in one of his empty pots with a dead plant in it and then bounced out.

  Not wanting to spend anymore time outside than he absolutely had to, Rick just skipped inside his condo, closed his sliding glass door, and then shutoff his porch light. Holding the glass bottle up again, he inspected it better in the brighter, indoor light. The fat and rounded base of the bottle was a deep royal blue color, and then, along the bottle's narrow neck, the rich color then blended and faded into an oceanic blue towards the top of its neck. Unlike other hard alcohol bottles he had seen though, this particular bottle had deep etchings and a crisscross cut to the glass, which reminded him more of old china cut glass that his mom had when he was a kid, than a hard alcohol bottle. In addition, he didn't see any markings or lettering indicating what was inside the bottle. The glass too was a lot heavier than he expected, and it curiously didn't appear to have any liquid in it at all and was empty. Though he originally thought it might be a liquor bottle, he now saw it had a decorated cap, and it didn't appear to have been opened yet.

  Appraising it in the brighter light, Rick found the bottle surprisingly pretty impressive, and Rick thought that it might actually make a cool decoration for his place. Though he had friends that liked to collect hard alcohol bottles and place them over their cabinets as drinking trophies, this wasn't something he did, as he wasn't much of a drinker. But this bottle looked pretty neat, and just the way the color changed from the deep blue to a pretty azure color up the neck was fascinating all on its own. Heck, it might even make a great conversation piece, as he could explain how he just found it out on his balcony.

  As he continued to examine the bottle, Rick noted that it did need a little washing to get the dirt and dust off, but other than that, the glass didn't appear chipped, scratched, or otherwise damaged at all. The bottle was so nice, the thought then occurred to him that he might even be able to make it into a vase of sorts and put it on his kitchen table with the random flower in it or something. The only thing it appeared to need was a good wash and it would make a fine decorative piece to his humble little home. In the end, Rick decided it was actually a pretty cool find after all, but he still thought a plague needed to come to wipe out people who carelessly littered.

  Still, he was pretty curious about what the bottle could have possibly been used for originally, so he grabbed the ornate cap in order to pull it off and then take a whiff inside. The cut-glass cap came off rather easily, but before he was able to put the bottle to his nose to take a whiff, strange smoke started puffing out from inside the bottle.

  “What the fuck?!” Rick breathed, quickly putting the bottle down on his little table, taking a wary step back, and dropping the ornate cap onto the floor.

  Within seconds, the few innocent wisps of hot pink fumes turned into a full fury of billowing smoke, as if the bottle had a raging fire inside. Along with the heavy smoke came a swishing sound, like the sound of dozens of birds streaking by overhead at the same time.

  Immediately thinking he had unknowingly unleashed a fire inside his condominium, albeit one that lets off hot pink smoke, Rick turned and dashed a few steps to his locked front door. He knew there was a fire extinguisher right outside his door in the hallway, and he wanted to get to it before his place burned down or before the fire alarms started going off in the building.

  Just as he reached his door and quickly began to unlock it, a cheery female voice suddenly spoke up from behind him, and he immediately stopped in his tracks and his eyes bulged in surprise.

  “Thank you, Master, for setting me free!...”

  After hearing this introduction, Rick slowly turned around, and he saw the hot pink smoke was quickly dissipating and standing next to this bottle was an absolutely stunning woman who was hardly wearing a damn thing. In fact, she was dressed just like a hot genie from a movie or television show.

  Standing half-a-head shorter than him, the sexy blonde had her shinny hair wrapped up into a pony tail that danced behind her head with all her animated gestures. Though she had far more flesh showing than was covered, the outfit she wore was a mix of deep royal purple colors in some places and shimmering gold in others. Her eye-popping breasts were squeezed tightly together to her slender chest snugly by a tube-like top, which from the bottom, hung little bells that jingled every time she made the slightest movement. While both her slender arms were naked of any garment, she did have numerous bracelets of gold and precious stones around either wrist. Like her naked arms, her midriff was completely bare, and just below her cute little belly button, her tummy pooched out just a tad, a feature Rick particularly found sexy on a woman.

  Shaped like a curvy exotic dancer, the seductive woman had so many alluring curves, Rick found himself gawking from moment one and staring at her with a deer-in-the-headlights kind of look on his face. Her privates were covered by what appeared to be a bikini-like bottom, but it had a long trailing golden fabric, which nearly touched the floor. Her wonderfully thick thighs and legs though were completely bare, except for a ring of bells around either ankle. As thick as she was around her hips and thighs, Rick wondered at what had to be a marvelously full ass behind her, and he openly speculated on how wet her pussy had to be if he ever had the joy of spreading her legs and sliding his penis up inside her beautiful body.

  As she giggled playfully, his eyes finally left her shapely body and returned to her beaming face. Her eyes were the same color as the bottle, being dark blue near the pupils and then fading to a pretty azure color. While her nose was tiny and tilted slightly upwards, her lips were thin and painted in the same hot pink color as the smoke that had billowed out from the bottle hailing her arrival. In all, she reminded Rick of a sexy librarian, that, like a chameleon, could appear quite modest depending on what she wore, but in skimpy outfits and with her hair down, so to speak, she was a stunner and probably a real legend in the sack.

  Instantly captivated and not quite believing his eyes, Rick just listened to her introduction and stared at her in absolute disbelief.

  “... My name is Jizabel Rha Qwanaranrammy, Sixth Order Djinn of the Fwal Rhatha Clan, and certified personal manservant at your service!... Oh, and you can just call me Jizzy,” she concluded her introduction and then gracefully bowed.

  Still in complete shock, Rick just watched her bow low and then fully erect herself, and his eyes couldn't quite leave her perky tits, which seemed to be calling to him like two playful puppy dogs. As Rick just stood there for a minute or two staring at her with a stupid expression on his face, Jizabel cocked her head to the side, giggled again, and then waited a moment before speaking.

  “Do you not speak... English? Hablo espanol?”

  “No... I mean, ya... I mean... Who...? Where... Where did you come from?” Rick stuttered, completely overwhelmed by her beauty and surprised entrance.

  “From the bottle, silly, and thank you so much for freeing me! I have been trapped in there for so many long years. I was honestly beginning to wonder if I would ever have a new master,” she eagerly explained.

  As Jizzy spoke, she appeared full of life and overly spirited, like a cheerleader, and Rick noticed that she nodded her head a lot and smiled almost constantly. Rick got the immediate impression that she seemed not only happy to be free, but genuinely happy to be talking to someone else too. Blinking his eyes several times, Rick then reflexively placed his hand on his stomach and bent over, cringing.

  “It must have been those antacid tablets,” he grumbled, remembering the pink li
ttle pills he had taken only a few minutes before. “They must have been out of date.”

  As Rick quickly rushed past his guest to the plastic bottle of antacid tablets still on his kitchen counter where he had left them, Jizzy stepped aside, looked confused, and tilted her head in question, curiously watching him.

  “Antacid tablets?”

  “Yes, I better call a poison control center,” Rick noted, snatching up the bottle. “This is like a really bad trip... or a really good trip, like LSD, you know. No offense or anything, but hot-ass genies just don't come popping out of bottles in reality... Wait! These are still good for six months...?!”

  “Oh, thank you so very much for the compliment, Master!” Jizzy brightly replied, and then she winked back at him. “I think you're kind of cute too.”

  “Wait!” Rick shouted suddenly, his eyes bulging. “You're... You're real?!”

  “Last time I checked!” she almost yelled out and then laughed again, a merry sound.

  Jizzy was so excited, as she answered him, she hopped up and down, and the bells on her ankles and along her revealing outfit freely jingled and her tits bounced underneath her top.

  “Oh... my... god!” Rick breathed, staring at her in wonder.

  “Oh, god had very little to do with this, Master. He is much too busy maintaining this wonderful framework of reality. It is an all-consuming job,” Jizzy explained with a serious expression.

  “How...?” Rick asked, turning and looking out onto his dark balcony outside his sliding glass door. “How did you... or your bottle, end up on my porch?”

  “I don't know?” Jizzy happily answered, shrugging her shoulders and, when she giggled, he watched the muscles of her toned tummy strain.

  “Why? Why do you keep calling me master?” Rick asked, his eyebrows arched, still trying to wrap his head around exactly what was happening.

  “Because you are! You set me free, so you are my new master! I will do whatever you please and will fulfill all your wishes!” she eagerly explained, throwing her slender arms into the air.

  “All... my wishes?” Rick asked, blinking his eyes multiple times and shaking his head.

  “Yep, your wish is my command, as they say. What can I do for you first, Master?”

  “Wait! This can't be happening! Hold on here! Did you sneak into my place or something when I was at work? Are you one of those... singing telegram people or something? Did the guys buy you to play this... this little role here?” Rick rambled off, leaning against his countertops for support.

  “Little role?” Jizzy asked, her face thoughtful.

  “Ya, like are you a,... a you know, a prostitute or something? Not that there is anything wrong with that! But, uh, did Andrew or Mike put you up to this?” Rick asked, cringing and not wanting to offend her.

  “Oh, a prostitute! Yay! You have a dirty mind, Master. If you'd like, we can have sweaty sex right now! I've been locked away in my bottle for so long, my fingers only bring me so much pleasure, it would be absolutely wonderful to have a nice stiff dick inside me right now!” Jizzy quickly explained, her eyes wide and eager.

  Staring at her leaning forward towards him, Rick stared down at her cleavage, and he felt his prick getting stiff in his pants. By far and away, Jizzy was about one of the hottest and best proportioned women he had ever had talk to him in his entire life, but still, something didn't seem quite right about all this.

  “So... So you are, or you are not, a prostitute?” Rick hesitantly asked.

  “Oh, no Master! But if you'd like me to be one, I will do whatever you ask, and even better, you won't even have to pay me! I will suck your dick, lick your balls, stick my tongue up your ass, and you can fuck me as long and as hard as you want. Oh, and I love anal sex, Master!” she excitedly purred, stepping closer to him.

  “You... love anal sex?” Rick repeated slowly, blinking his eyes and shaking his head, thinking she'd just disappear at any moment.

  “Oh, yes Master, and I have been so long without it! You can even do like my other Masters and pull my hair and slap me so hard on my bottom you leave hand-prints on my nice little butt,” Jizzy excitedly encouraged, turning around and showing him a marvelous ass bulging out of her little purple and gold bottom she wore.

  Right above her bubbly butt, Rick noted her two back dimples happily smiling back at him, and he not only felt horny by Jizzy's invitation and words, he could smell her up close now and she smelled of intoxicating spices of the orient. Everything about her whispered of sweaty, exhausting sex. Heaven knows he hadn't so much as touched a woman in over six months, and to have one right in his face and eager for hair-pulling, ass-slapping anal sex seemed almost too good to be true. In fact, that is exactly what Rick thought, and it reminded him of a phrase his father used to tell him over and over as a child.

  “Wait! Wait! Something's not right here! I mean, this all seems like... too good to be true, you know? If it is too good to be true, it probably is,” Rick retreated, repeating the cautious words his father had told him countless times as a child.

  “Aw! You're so sweet, Master! Just so you know, I am happy you found me too,” Jizzy explained, putting her slender hands over her heart and innocently tilting her head to the side.

  Looking up at the ceiling of his condo, Rick shook his head and mumbled to himself, “Wait till my friends hear about this.”

  “Oh, if I might offer a tiny suggestion, for a first-time master that is?” she cautiously began. “It may be a good suggestion, Master, that you do not tell your friends who or what exactly I am. I have found with other masters that when other people find out, they tend to want to kill my master and then I get new masters.”

  “Oh, that... sounds... dangerous. Like, you... you really... really are a genie?” Rick asked, nodding his head.

  “That is a general term. I am actually a djinn, but who is mincing words?”

  “And you were in that bottle?”

  “Yes!” she happily answered, nodding her head and her pony tail danced behind her.

  “And now... now, I am your... master?” Rick worked through it, raking his bottom lip with his front teeth and narrowing his eyes.

  “Exactly, Master! How exciting! Would you like me to lick your ass to start, or just go straight for the anal sex right now?!” Jizzy excitedly asked, stepping now to where she was right beside him.

  Looking into her beautiful face again, Rick could see her pretty blue eyes were eager, and her tiny pink tongue dashed over her lips in anticipation of his answer.

  “You know what? I think... I think something isn't right here. I think,” Rick cautiously began, putting his open palm over his forehead and feeling it for a fever. “I think I'm just going to lay down and, uh, go to sleep. I've, uh, had a long day, and I'm not sure... if I'm all right in the head.”

  “Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, Master. If you'd like, I will just wish you better?” Jizzy helpfully offered, crossing her arms in anticipation of performing such a wish.

  “No! No, no... wishes. At least not right now,” Rick quickly interjected. “Look, I'm going to lay down and get some sleep. You...”

  “I will clean if you'd like? Or, I could guard you as you sleep, Master?” Jizzy helpfully suggested.

  “Guard me?!”

  “Yes, my prior masters always have lots of people trying to kill them, so they can become my new master. I can watch for you, if you'd like? I've become very good at it,” Jizzy explained.

  “No, I think I'm all right at this moment. Look... the couch there folds out if you want to crash...”

  “Crash? Oh, you mean sleep on the couch?” Jizzy thought out loud.

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, I could sleep with you, Master! Unless... Unless, you do not find me desirable?” Jizzy pouted suddenly, taking a step back and her features wilting before him.

  “No, no, are you kidding me!? You're... You're freaken beautiful!” Rick quickly corrected, and he watched her face come back alive in an instant.

  “Oh
, wonderful, Master! Then let's have lots and lots of kinky sex right now! You can tie me up if you'd like, or pour hot wax all over my body, or throat fuck me until I throw up, or choke me until I almost pass out, or...!”

  “No, no, no! Sounds... interesting, but not tonight! Like I said, I need to, uh, just... get some rest and... sleep this off,” Rick quickly interrupted.

  “Oh,” Jizzy mumbled, looking confused and a bit awkward now. “Then, I will just wait for you then... wait for you to wake?”

  “Super! Great idea! Help yourself to any food in the fridge or cabinets and feel free to watch whatever you'd like on TV,” Rick told her, snaking his way past the intoxicating genie and back into his living room.

  “Thank you, Master,” Jizzy replied and bowed.

  “All right... All right then... I will... just... get some rest... then,” Rick stuttered, pointing towards his bedroom, which was off a brief hallway from his living room.