Genie Chronicles Ch. 08

Mr. Brown glared at him for a moment more, and then sighed. “Well, Mr. Phillips, it looks like we have no other option but to exercise the 30 day release clause in the contract.”

“I understand and agree sir. Do you wish to start the 30 days from the middle of this month, and just pay me for half a month next month, or start the 30 days at the beginning of next month and pay the full month?”

“I’ll need to discuss that with my staff. May I get back to you with an answer in a day or so?”

“Yes sir.” Jack handed Mr. Brown a business card. “If I may suggest, I wouldn’t wait too long to make and implement your plans for transitioning your website to someone else.”

“Why?”

“Well, sir, your website now lives on my server. At the time we signed the contract your company did not have the equipment or personnel to create, host and support the website. I don’t believe anything has changed. All of the data on the website is of course yours, but much of the underlying structure running your site is my creation, and belongs to me, again, per the contract. Thus you will need to have someone design your site from scratch again before loading your data back into it. You will also need to find another provider to host it, of course.”

Ms. Krieger tried to rally. “Surelythat is part of the contract.”

“No, ma’am. The current contract is for ongoing maintenance of your website only. There was a separate contract for its initial design. If you wish for me to do the work, it would require a new, separate contract.” He turned back to Mr. Brown. “Sir, I’m willing to do that, and out of appreciation for the business we have done in the past and respect for you, I will give you the best price I can, but I will not do it for free. I will also require at minimum a professional, respectful business relationship is reestablished,” he added, looking at Ms. Krieger again.

“I understand, son. You have given me a lot to think over. Someone will be getting back to you in the next few days to arrange another meeting. But for now, what do we need to do to get our current pricing posted?”

“Well, as I was just starting to offer to Ms. Krieger when she freaked and ran out of the conference room, I have a meeting with a client at one o’clock. I’m not sure exactly how long the meeting will take, but I will be happy to stop back by here afterwards and pick up my check and the price file. I’ll then post it as quickly as I can. I can’t guarantee it will be up by end of business today, but it will be up by start of business tomorrow, barring any unforeseen issues with the file and so forth.”

“That is acceptable, Mr. Phillips. The receptionist will have a check for everything due to you and the file you need when you return. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to have a few words with Ms. Krieger.”

“Yes, sir, thank you.” He rose and took a couple of steps toward the door, then turned. “Oh, and Mr. Brown?”

“Yes, son?”

“Whenever you call me in for the next meeting, can you do so more than forty five minutes before the meeting starts? That amount of time is shorter than my minimum drive-time here.”

Glaring at Ms. Krieger, who looked like she was about to pass out, he said, “That won’t be a problem, Mr. Phillips.”

Jack said “Thank you, sir,” and beat a dignified yet hasty retreat out the door.

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Jack was proud of the way he had handled himself. Cool and calm, he thought, but then he noticed the slight tremor in his hand as he reached to press the down button for the elevator. Well, cool, anyway. Apparently the meeting has his adrenalin pumping more than he thought.

Are you ok, Jack? Genie asked as he entered the elevator. He jumped, and then felt guilty for actually forgetting her for awhile. Man, he must be way more stressed than he thought.

Yeah, just still wound up from the meeting, and a bit concerned about the loss of income once the 30 days is over. I hope this next meeting goes well, or that I really can come up with a good way to make a profit from some sexual wishes. Any ideas?
He felt her grin.Nice try, but I still can’t help with that. I wish I could. Is there anything I can do to help you relax before your next meeting? She said this without any sexual innuendo attached, but then she was a sex Genie riding around in his head. She didn’t need any. He knew what she meant. He looked at his watch as he exited the elevator and headed for the parking lot. Almost noon.

“I’d love something, but I don’t think we have time. The next meeting is at one, and I’m not sure how long it will take to get there.”

“Don’t forget, I can slow down time for us, Jack.”

He thought about this as he approached the car. “Mmmm, tempting, but no. I don’t think I want to get that distracted.” He started the car, backed out of the space, and headed out of the parking lot. Once they were on the road, Genie appeared in the passenger seat. He had a difficult moment or two keeping his eyes on the road, not because of the surprise of her sudden appearance, but because he would much rather look at her than anything else. He had a thought.

“You know, there is something I’d like for you to do.” He grinned at her. “Can you guess what it is, without reading me or anything?”

“Um,” she looked at him speculatively for a moment, “perform oral sex on you while you drive.”

“Hey, you cheated!”

“No, I did not. Remember I’m ‘designed’ for you, Jack, so I have a pretty good idea how you think even without resorting to my powers.”

“Uh, huh.” He wasn’t sure what to think of that. “Well, would you mind?”

“I’d love to, Jack! Would you like me visible or invisible?” She asked, already laying down and squirmed around so her head was face down in his lap. Luckily the front seats had armrests on the sides which could be rotated up and out of the way rather than an armrest on a center console, so she had fairly easy access to his crotch.

“Visible, please. Invisible might actually be too distracting.”

All he could see was her marvelous mane of hair, but he heard and felt his zipper being opened, then gentle fingers reaching through his fly and extracting his quickly hardening cock. He was a bit surprised when they also gently and patiently pulled his balls through to rest outside his fly.

She grasped the base of his shaft, and he held his breath in anticipation of the touch of unseen lips and tongue on his cock. She didn’t make him wait, but even though he was expecting it, he jumped. It was her tongue, and she began licking him like a huge lollypop with long, firm licks.

“Uh, you will make sure we don’t wreck if I get too distracted, right?”

“Uh, huh,” she confirmed around her tongue.

Relaxing as much as he felt was safe, he let Genie work her magic. She made a good stab at trying to find out how many licks it took to get to the chewy, chocolaty (or in this case, white, gooey) center of his lollypop, working her way around and around as she repeatedly licked from her hand up to his tip.

Not making enough headway using this method, after ten minutes or so of licking she moved to take his cock between her lips and sucked him slowly down, swirling with her tongue all the way. She moved her hand to caress his balls. He moaned.

Although Jack felt a bit of embarrassment at the possibility of being seen from other vehicles, he wasn’t too worried. Most of their route was interstate, and his SUV, as small as it was, still rode higher than the majority of the other cars. This didn’t go for the eighteen-wheelers, of course, but so far the little show they were putting seemed to be going unnoticed.

Or not. Whether it was from Genie’s head rising up higher out of his lap once she started sucking him, or simply the trucker looking at just the right time, suddenly there was the blast of an air horn from the passing lane, scaring the crap out of Jack and the little old lady in the car in front of him. Jack nearly swerved off of the road, and would have if Genie’s guardian powers hadn’t kept him in the lane. With any ordinary girl, all of this might have resulted in some serious injury to Jack’s privates. Genie didn’t even twitch.

The truck cab had moved a bit ahead, but now it slowed to bring its passenger door back beside Jack’s. He couldn’t see the driver through either the much higher passenger door’s window or the smaller one low on the door which the driver could use to check the right lane before merging, but apparently Genie could. She took her mouth off of his rod long enough to blow the driver a kiss, then inhaled him down to the root, earning her another blast from the horn.

Figuring the trucker had enjoyed enough of a show, Jack slowed to let him pass. Genie continued to bob her head, swirl her tongue, and tease and fondle with her fingers for awhile, then switched tactics again to try to get to his gooey center. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she held his cock steady while she began firmly licking up and down its underside with the flat of her tongue, paying particular attention to the underside of his head.

Jack had considered the idea of having her put the car on autopilot while she performed her relaxation techniques, but figured that would be cheating. The combination of the near-miss with the truck and now being able to watch what she was made him reconsider.

“Um, can you put the car on autopilot, please?”

“Uh, huh.” The car started driving itself, and after a momentary freaky feeling, he relaxed even further and watched Genie.

As they neared Jack’s exit, Genie switched techniques again, taking just his first couple of inches into her mouth, sucking strongly, and swirling her tongue constantly on the underside of his head. Her hand went back to his balls and massaged. He moaned again.

Jack knew he couldn’t last long with this intense stimulation to his most sensitive area. He knew, too, that this was Genie’s intention, so he simply laid his head back and closed his eyes, not caring if anyone saw, anticipating the eruption.

It was not long in arriving, although it was very pleasantly long and leisurely once it did. Genie continued her sucking and swirling until she had swallowed every spurt and drop. Once he was done, she moved her head away and waited for him to soften enough to tuck back through his fly. She accomplished this just as they were pulling into the parking lot of the nondescript office park where his potential client was located. A quick flash of her eyes and all evidence left on his pants was gone.

“Shall I disappear again, Jack?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. And thank you.”

She grinned up at him and said, “Any time and as often as you like, Jack,” as she faded from view. Her smile, like a certain cat’s, was the last thing to disappear.And I like being your personal ghost Genie. It’s fun.

Jack looked at the clock on the dash. It read 12:55. Perfect.

He exited the car and entered the suite marked F.I. Inc. A cute, cheerful receptionist said, “Good afternoon! Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m Jack Phillips, here to see Mr. Bremer for a one o’clock appointment.”

“Ah, just one moment please.” She picked up her phone and dialed. “There is a Mr. Phillips here to see you… Yes sir.” She hung up. “If you will take a seat, he will be out in just a moment.”

“Thanks.” Jack sat and looked around the completely nondescript reception area. He had no clue what F.I. Inc. did. All he knew was that Mr. Bremer had called asking for a meeting to discuss some website design, as one of Jack’s current clients had recommended him. The reception area gave him no clues.

The door leading toward the rest of the suite opened and a man of medium build stepped through. He looked around, spotted Jack, smiled, and extended his hand. “Mr. Phillips? I’m Nick Bremer.”

Jack stood and shook his hand “Nice to meet you, Mr. Bremer.” Firm hand shake, easy, genuine smile, slightly pudgy, Dockers and a slightly rumpled blue oxford shirt with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows. Jack liked him already.

But then he did something a bit odd. “Shelly, can you give us a couple of minutes, please?”

“Yes, sir,” the receptionist said, and got up and stepped through the door Nick had just come through.

Nick turned back to Jack. “Mr. Phillips, there’s something we need to get out of the way before we go any further. I’ve found it is best to do this in person, not over the phone, and in private,” he paused, “F.A. incorporated is the parent company of Forbidden Indulgences, one of the largest online adult novelty companies in the world.”

Jack couldn’t help himself. “You’ve GOT to be shitting me.”