“Oh my god!” A very drunk young woman shouted as she bumped right into Jennie, “I am SO sorry!” She said, giggling as if she hardly knew where she was,
“It’s quite alright,” Jennie replied. He thought for but a moment before deciding this could be quite a good candidate for fun.
In the 21 years since his freedom, Genie became more in-touch with mortals. He felt most fulfilled when granting wishes, but without the tether to the bottle it became more of a hobby than a job.
“Wow!” The young woman said loudly, her eyes opening wide, “your makeup is GORGEOUS!” She shouted, pointing at his face. He smiled. It wasn’t the first time he’d been complimented that day, but it still felt like a genuine gesture. He decided he’d look a little closer to discover her deepest desire. She’d definitely earned it.
“My dear, may I look into your eyes?” He asked politely,
“Yeah sure, you seem pretty gay… you’re not gonna do anything right?”
“Nothing you…” he stopped, his face turned to a look of pure shock. He couldn’t believe it. In 21 years of freedom, he’d never seen a mortal human… with no desire!
“M-my dear…” he said, stuttering,
“Yeah babe,” she replied, “did I do something wrong?” She asked, looking puzzled,
“Do you wish for anything?” He asked, seeing if he had somehow missed something,
“Wished for anything… I mean no but like… I like sucking dick I guess?” She replied, giggling once again.
Jennie stood back, looking this young woman up and down. She was rather round in the middle, but still wore provocative clothing, showing off her small cleavage and huge ass. She looked nothing but content with where she was, and Jennie couldn’t comprehend how someone could have absolutely no desires.
“Can I offer you a premium room in this club?” He asked, wanting to ask her more questions. Being all-seeing and all-knowing, he wasn’t used to feeling so clueless,
“Uhm… no offense, but I don’t really wanna suck your dick,”
“No no, I just want to speak with you,” he clarified,
“OOOOOH!” She replied, feeling stupid, “wait but why?”
“I’ll tell you in there,” he said. He walked off and she mindlessly followed him.
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Jennie Boutelle was the name Genie gave to himself after so many years. He found that the most lustful and selfish people hung around clubs, so naturally he decided to buy the biggest one in the city.
“So what’s your name?” Jennie asked, sitting this young woman down on the couch,
“Is that a stripper pole?” She asked, pointing to the very obvious stripper pole,
“Y-yes, it’s for private guests when they want to book it out for— p-please!” He asked,
“Sorry, sheesh,” she said, “my name is Karly, Karly Loh,”
“Okay, Karly,” Jennie said to himself, “Karly, I need to just ask you something and I want you to answer totally honestly,” he said fairly seriously,
“Okaaaaay,” Karly replied, giggling,
“What is your deepest desire in the entire world?” He asked sincerely,
“I think I’m waaaay too drunk for this,” she giggled again, ignoring the question.
Frustrated, Jennie snapped his fingers. Within a split second, Karly felt all feelings of being drunk vanish. She was completely sober.
“W-what the fuck…” she said, standing up to look around, “why… why am I not drunk anymore,”
“The question, Karly,” Jennie asked,
“The question… what my deepest desire is?” She asked, looking down at herself. She whispered to herself, “god did I really wear this…” she thought for a moment, “I guess I wanna be a little rounder, I think I look pretty hot when I’m fatter,”
“Y-you… not…” Jennie couldn’t wrap his head around it, “what about something for your family? You want them to be successful and live happy lives?”
“Nah… they’re pretty happy already,” she said, she smirked, “we’re actually kinda rich,”
“You want to have kids!?”
“Not really…” she said, “I think being pregnant would be hot, but I don’t really care,”
“To find love!?” He almost shouted, losing his calm nature,
“I like sex… not really into love,” she said once again in a dry, honest way.
“S-so… nothing. You really want nothing,”
“I didn’t say that,” she commented,
“What do you want then?” He asked, hoping she’d have at least something fulfilling,
“I really need a drink…” she admitted, “like seriously… I should not be sober right now,”
It was at that moment that Jennie realised his opportunity for that night. She had nothing she desired, nothing to influence how she would act, what she would be selfish towards other than simply how she looked. No insecurities… she wasn’t hopeless, she was everything.
Collecting himself, he looked at Karly,
“Remind me, you said you wanted to change something about your body?”