Chapter 14

Jack woke in a strange, dark bedroom to a moan that was anything but sexual. "Wha... ?" he mumbled.

Jennifer groaned. "Oh, Jack. I feel horrible. I think something is wrong with me."

This was enough to bring Jack to nearly full awareness. The digital clock by the bed read 3:45. "What's wrong?"

"Well, I have a splitting headache, and my belly, well..." she put her fingers over her mouth and urped. Jack thought quickly.

"Jennifer, I wish for you to be perfectly healthy so that you can give me a nice, sensual massage to help me get back to sleep."

She relaxed and sighed. "Thank you master. What was that? It was most unpleasant."

"A hangover from drinking too much, with a case of the pukes thrown in for good measure, or it would have been if we hadn't stopped it in time. THAT would have been unpleasant."

"Very well. I will never drink again."

Jack couldn't help but laugh, so he muffled it with his pillow.

"What is so funny?"

"Everyone says that after their first hangover. Give it a week or two. You'll have another drink. You'll just be more careful."

Whatever you say. Now turn over on your stomach."

"That's ok. You don't really have to give me a massage. It was just the first thing that popped into my head to get rid of your hangover before you puked all over the bed."

"Well, if you want the bed to continue to remain puke-free, then you had better let me give you a massage."

"Why?"

"Because that was your wish. If you go back on your wish, that's pretty much like undoing it, and in this case probably isn't a good idea."

"Oh! Ok." He rolled to lie on his stomach. Jennifer straddled his legs and began to massage his back, adding some oil she obtained from wherever sex Genies get such stuff. At most any other time, this would have had Jack both relaxed and aroused. At 3:45 in the morning, it quickly had him blissfully asleep once more.

The next time he became aware of the world around him, it was light, he was lying on his back, and there was still someone straddling his legs. He looked down to find Sharron sitting on him, dressed in an old t-shirt, still looking just a bit sleepy with attractively rumpled morning hair. She smiled at him. "Skip is still asleep, so I thought I'd come give my guest a proper good morning."

"Uh..."Jack realized that he was quite possibly about to have an old fantasy fulfilled. Skip used to brag that he never needed an alarm clock because Sharron always blew him awake. Jack figured this was at least an exaggeration, if not complete bullshit. That hadn't prevented him from frequently fantasized about being awakened the same way, though. He had Jennifer doing the same and more for him now - in fact, he wouldn't be surprised if the fantasy about Sharron was the root of Jennifer's similar habit - but he still found the possibility of the realization of that old fantasy extremely exciting.

Meanwhile, Sharron shucked off her t-shirt, again revealing her lovely, slender figure. She leaned over his crotch, supporting herself with one hand on the bed by his hip, her hair hanging to conceal her face as she looked down at his genitals, and reached out with her free hand to gently grasp his quickly hardening shaft. "Good Lord, this thing is a monster," she murmured as she slowly started to stroke him.

Once he was fully erect, she released him long enough to tuck her hair behind her ears, then grasped the root of his shaft and lowered her mouth to him. She swirled her tongue around his head, and he moaned. Grinning her lopsided, uni-dimple grin around her tongue, she swirled a while longer, and then sucked him in. Her head leisurely bobbed up and down, sucking him in a bit further each time, until he felt his cock-tip make contact with the back of her throat. She didn't slow, though, and his rod disappeared further and further between her lips.

Finally, with about two inches to go, she seemed to reach her limit. She bobbed a few more times, and then released him with a small 'pop.' "Man, you sure are a challenge. Time for a little break."

With that, she scooted back so her crotch was between his ankles and lay down on his legs. She returned her hand to stroking him while she tilted and lowered her head to attack his balls with lips and tongue. She explored every square inch, and would have had him squirming if not for holding his legs still, especially when she gently sucked one testicle into her mouth and tickled it with it with her tongue.

It was a new experience for him, as even Genie's ghost mouths had not done this, and he just about spewed. A few minutes later she switched balls and gave the other the same treatment. She then tried to go for both, giving him a few accidental and not completely comfortable squeezes and pinches. He didn't mind in the least, though, as both the idea and watching her try to accomplish it were incredibly hot. Finally she gave up and gave him another grin. "Definitely a challenge. Maybe next time."

She lifted her head up far enough to take his cock back in, then started bobbing, sucking, and tonguing aggressively, with the obvious intention of making him explode. It wasn't long before her success approached. Out of courtesy, he said, "My eruption draws nigh." The only reaction that got was what he assumed to be a chuckle.

A few seconds later he was pumping into her. She tried to swallow every drop, but one or two trickled down her chin. When he was spent, she released him with another pop, then looked down at the small pool on his lower stomach. She shook her head, smirked and said "damn" softly. She then surprised him by bobbing down one more time to lick up the extra before looking up at him. "I never leave leftovers."

He expected her to pop out of existence after that, as was usual for his morning visitors, but she didn't. A little nonplussed, he looked around. Where the hell was Jennifer? He looked back at Sharron and said, "Um, can I return the favor? I lick pretty well."

She gave a tempted purr as she hopped up and retrieved her shirt. "Maybe next time." She said again. "Sorry about the rush at the end, but his highness will be waking soon. He may very well have to make do with a 69 this morning, though. Oh," she pointed to his balls, "I understand that feels even better when they are hairless. Also, they take up a bit less room, if you know what I mean."

Jack played along. "Humming is also very nice."

"Oh? For which, cock or balls?"

"Both, probably, but definitely cock. And clit too, if done properly, I think."

She slapped her forehead. "Hummer! Got it. I feel stupid, but I never made the connection. I'm sure Skip will be quite appreciative. Shall I tell him the idea came from you?"

"Uh..."

"Kidding! Got to run." With that, she headed for the door. As she passed through it, there was the sound of a commode flushing from their private bathroom, and Jennifer opened the door and came out.

"Morning Jack!" She gave a small pout, "I was hoping you weren't awake, yet. I didn't get to play."

Jack's head swiveled back and forth between her and Sharron disappearing down the hall. "Did she... did you... was that really her?"

Jennifer frowned. "Was what really who?"

Jack narrowed his eyes at her. So that was the game, was it?

"What?" She asked at his look.

"Where have you been?"

"In the bathroom," she said, pointing over her shoulder with a look that said this should be perfectly obvious to anyone.

"Are you ok? You were in there an awfully long time."

"Oh, yes, I'm fine, thanks to your wish earlier this morning." She pointed over her shoulder again, "Sharron put the most interesting magazines in there."

"I bet." He rose and gave her a smooch on the way to replace her in the john. Relieving himself noisily of the previous night's beer, he saw that there were, indeed, several magazines in a rack. He shook his head, then invited Jennifer back in to join him for a quick shower. She immediately started fooling around, and noticed his cock's sluggish response.

"Is something wrong, Jack?" She looked up at him questioningly. He smirked.

"No, must just be an after-effect of the alcohol. I'll be fine if you keep that up."

"I can do that," she said naughtily.

He switched tactics. "Can you tell me what Skip and Sharron are doing at the moment?" She looked at him expectantly, so he added, "Are they doing anything 'interesting'?"

Her eyes unfocused and flashed, then widened. "Yes, they are enjoying some... mutual oral stimulation. How did you know?"

"Uh, lucky guess." Jack's rod was instantly hard again, while at the same time he felt a bit guilty. Had it really been her? Nah, no way. But...

They fooled around to a quick orgasm each, and then got out to try to preserve some hot water for the other guys. Dressing, they made their way to the kitchen to find a freshly showered Sharron already puttering around once more. "Morning guys! Coffee?"

"Sure." They both said. Jack watched Sharron closely, but other than a friendly smile, there was nothing. No 'wink, wink, nudge, nudge, ' nothing. He gave up.

We don't really have much breakfast stuff, as Skip likes to hit one of the brunch buffets on Sunday. You guys up for that?

Jack and Jennifer exchanged a look. Jennifer gave a 'sounds good to me' shrug and nod. "Sure," Jack said again. Sharron laughed.

"You guys sure are talkative, this morning."

"Sorry. Any stirrings from Betsy and Robert, yet?"

"Well," she lowered her voice, "there was this certain thwacking sound I heard earlier coming from their room. I just looked on the porch, and Skip's little paddle is missing, so I think we can safely say that a certain suspicion has pretty much been confirmed." She switched back to her normal speaking level, "In any event, I think we can assume they are awake, and will probably show up before too much longer."

Sure enough, a few minutes later the pair appeared, scrubbed clean, Betsy looking happy and a little smug, Robert looking happy and a little embarrassed. "Morning, everyone!" Betsy said brightly. "Where's Skip?"

"Being his usual slow self. I'll go prod him along. The four of us are going to a brunch buffet. Want to come?"

They exchanged similar glances, and then said, "Sure." Sharron laughed again and shook her head as she went to collect Skip.

The six of them enjoyed a leisurely and belly-stuffing brunch, and then parted ways amiably, all promising to get together again soon. As they drove away, Jack said, "In the cold light of day, without the fog of alcohol, I'm wondering if what we did to Robert is a good idea. Was it too drastic for them to accept? I mean, there's really no logical explanation for it that they could come up with."

"Well, they seem to have adapted to it quickly and enthusiastically. They have had no problem putting it to good use already, and would be quite disappointed if it went away again. I think they'll be alright."

"If you say so."

She shrugged. "We can always fix it, if we discover that there is a problem."

"True."

They drove a bit longer, until they passed a new movie theater. On the spur of the moment, Jack said, "Want to go see a movie?"

"Sure!" Jennifer said, and laughed.

Jennifer was so enamored with the movie experience - including the popcorn, which Jack had no idea how she ate, as he was still stuffed from brunch - that they made it a double feature, and didn't get home until early evening.

Finally a little hungry, Jack fixed them a snack, and they settled down to a mixture of regular and adult programming. At one point, Jennifer was flipping randomly through the adult channels. "Fake... terrible acting... fake... ouch!... physically impossible," she looked at Jack and qualified, "well, you know, for mere mortals." She went back to her flipping, and found an amateur movie; real people doing stuff that they actually appeared to enjoy doing. "That's better. You know, a lot of porn is pretty bad."

"Yep." Jack agreed.

Jack asked his alarm clock to please get him up in time to start showering and dressing at eight the next morning, leaving it to her to determine how much earlier she should start. She had him ready right on time, and in her usual spectacular fashion. After showering, dressing and a quick breakfast, he told her, "You're coming with me this time. Wear something nice."

She looked excited and nervous. "I am?"

"Yep." He hit the computer to scan the fliers that Nick had given him to convert for use on FI's current website while Jennifer frantically tried to decide what to wear. Once he had the site additions ready, he edited the contracts to be signed, and included a couple of different versions, as he had come up with another idea or two over the weekend. "Ready?"

"I think so. Does this look ok?"

He looked at her, and his mouth dropped open. She wore a hunter green silk blouse and charcoal grey slacks over black patent leather dress boots. Her face showed just the slightest hint of flattering makeup, and her deep red hair was beautifully coifed. "You look stunning."

She smiled her special smile. "Thanks. I guess I'm ready, then." She made sure to brush a sleeve against him as they went out the door. "It's Arabian silk, you know," she said with a grin.

They drove to Forbidden Indulgences, arriving a few minutes before one. They entered the lobby, and were greeted cheerfully by Jamie. "Good afternoon, Mr. Phillips and..." she turned to Jennifer, and her heart visibly sank a bit.

"Jamie, this is my associate, Jennifer Holiday. Jennifer, this is Forbidden Indulgences' hardest working employee, executive assistant Jamie Aron."

Jamie blushed at the outrageous flattery as she shook Jennifer's proffered hand. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Holiday."

"It is nice to meet you, Ms. Aron. I so look forward to working with you."

A bit flustered, Jamie turned to Jack. "They asked me to send you to the meeting room again. Do you need me to show you the way?"

"Mmm, yes, please. I think I have forgotten the way since last time." He hadn't, and she knew it, but she happily played along. She wound up staying with them, talking and laughing, until Nick, Alice, and Susan entered. Jack said, "Thank you, Ms. Aron. You have been very helpful." She smiled, blushed slightly, and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Jack turned to find all eyes on Jennifer, who smiled calmly in return. "Nick, Alice, Ms. Cooper, this is Jennifer Holiday, my associate. Jennifer, this is Nick Bremer, President, Alice White, shipping and receiving manager and Susan Cooper, VP in charge of purchasing." Jennifer shook hands with all three.

"Um," Nick said, "is she, you know, the same one that..."

Jennifer's smile grew at his hesitancy, and she said, "Yes, Mr. Bremer. That is me in the photos on the demo website, and it will be me on your actual site, unless you want someone else. The same goes for the video clips and voice-overs."

"Uh, ' Nick said, glancing at the others, "no, I think you will do fine..." he cleared his throat and regrouped, "and please call me Nick."

"Very well. Thank you, Nick."

"Ok, so what first, today? Signing the contract, I assume?"

"Yes, although I have something else to run by you, first. It's a little unorthodox, both in its timing and perhaps its content, so if you object, we can go back to what we discussed on Friday." He handed out three stapled contract copies.

"I had a thought over the weekend that, in designing your website to try to gain you the most sales, we - I and Jennifer - are acting as somewhat of a sales team for your company. With that in mind, I wrote this contract with a much lower initial payment for your website, but added a commission that would kick in once your site reaches a certain sales level each month. Nick, you gave me some figures on what your site is doing now, and I based this on those figures. I don't get any commission until the new one exceeds what the old one did each month. Otherwise, the rest of the contract is the same as what we discussed.

"So what's our advantage in doing this?" Ms. Cooper asked suspiciously.

"You get your website at much cheaper initial cost, and you know I have incentive to make it as successful as possible."

"So what do you get out of it?"

"I plan to make it very successful, and earn both of us lots of money," Jack said, grinning, then continued, "I'm sure you want to discuss it, so what say I go ahead and put these new products on your current website. That should take me about half an hour. All I need from you is to show me how you access your web server."

"I can do that," Nick said, then turned to Alice, "I don't think you need to be in on our number crunching, unless you just want to." Alice gave a 'not particularly' shrug. "Would you mind showing Ms Holiday..."

"Jennifer, please." Jennifer interrupted with a smile. Nick couldn't help but smile back.

"... Jennifer, around a bit while Jack works?"

Alice grinned at Jennifer, who returned the gesture. "Sure! Come on, girl. My guys and gals are going to be useless knowing you are around modeling the toys until they get bored with the idea. Might as well get that process going now."

"Really? I would have thought that working here, they would..." The rest was lost as they disappeared down the hall.

"Right this way, Jack." Nick led Jack to a small office with a couple of PCs and miscellaneous networking cables and equipment arranged in one corner."

"There it is. Switch that box 'A' and then use the id and password taped to the monitor to access the website. At least, that's what our old web guy told me."

Jack looked at the setup for a moment, then said, "Nick, in light of an issue at a recent client, I feel I should mention something. My quote is based on serving your website from commercial web servers that I lease. The advantages to this are many; better bandwidth and more reliable, redundant hardware just to name a couple."