Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master

"Tell me we can stay like this all day?"

"I hate to burst your bubble," chuckled Stephen. "But I have to work later this evening. Plus, today is payday, and I usually go in to work the morning anyway, to grab my check, and deposit it in the bank. We have a run of bills that are coming due, and I want to get it processed as soon as possible."

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"So, we are going to your work twice today?" Grace asked.

"Mhmm," answered Stephen. "Do you mind?"

Grace blinked and then smiled, "Not at all! We'll make it fun!"

Stephen shook his head playfully in response. One of the things he liked most about Grace was her ability to always find the excitement in doing the most mundane tasks. Just by existing, she added color to his otherwise plain life.

"Good, I'm glad you don't mind too much," he replied.

"You know, you're probably the first person in genie history still worried about a standard paycheck. You know one wish could take away any money problems immediately, right?" Grace laughed.

"Believe me, I've thought about it," chuckled Stephen. "But I don't want to take the easy way out. Nor do I want to abuse your powers like that. I want to try to live a normal life as much as possible. Normal, but good. And if I have you by my side, I'll know it will be a good one."

"You're a very rare person, Stephen Willow," repeated Grace, before launching herself at his lips.

"Stupid person, maybe," he chuckled after their lips parted.

"Never stupid. In fact, I think you are incredibly wise for your age," noted Grace.

"Well, as long as you do," Stephen replied, before slowly shuffling out of bed. His boxers were still wrapped around his ankles, and Stephen pulled them up completely, earning a little pout from Grace as his nudity evaporated. While he began looking for a shirt to throw on, he caught side of his incredibly bad bed-head from the night before.

"Hmm, this won't do," he noted, trying to slick down his curls into something more manageable.

"Tell me about it," replied Grace, who had hoisted herself up from the bed. She had the clearest case of sex hair that Stephen had ever seen. Half of her light brown hair on one side was clumped up almost into a ball.

"Maybe we should take a shower before we go," he chuckled.

"Oh, goodie!" Grace clapped her hands, with a twinkle in her eye.