Jen covered her ears as a loud scraping, squeaking noise filled the bottle as the stopple above her rotated and rose out of the bottle. Jen shuddered and cringed away from the overwhelming sound. Her surroundings became indistinct and Jen felt a sudden surge like she'd stepped into a high-speed elevator or an amusement park ride. The neck of the bottle rushed past her startled eyes and the giant room beyond rapidly shrank to normal human proportions. Glancing down she saw a dense cloud of pink vapor rapidly solidifying into her body and clothing. She swayed as the elevator sensation reversed to a sudden stop and she could feel and smell the dank air of Kyle's bedroom.
Kyle himself was sitting in a chair by his computer. He was holding a small perfume bottle in one hand, and a the glass stopper in the other.
"Who summons the genie of the bottle?" Jen found herself asking in a ringing, imperious tone of voice. She had other things she'd like to have said to the pip-squeek freshmen, but the need to ask those words felt as vital to her as the need to breathe.
Kyle just looked at her with a shit-eating grin. He plugged the bottle and set it aside on his desk.
Jen scowled at the boy, but found she couldn't do more than stand in place. She felt--knew--that until her new master identified himself she couldn't do anything of substance. She glanced at her glass prison. It was made of some kind of swirled blue glass, and again she knew just by looking at it that it could never be broken as long as it remained inhabited by a genie.
Kyle leaned back in his chair and looked her up and down. Jen was especially displeased at his obvious interest in her crotch and chest. She fussed at her vest. Pulling it down only revealed more cleavage than she wanted to show some horny 14 year old, but pulling it up uncovered the totally unsupported bottoms of her breasts. Jen crossed her arms over the vest and fumed silently. Whoever had designed the garment clearly only had titillation, not function in mind.
Kyle snickered then stared avidly at the skimpy panties revealed by her--again!--titillating but non-functional gauze "pants". Jen squirmed a bit under his gaze but didn't bother trying to cover herself there as well since it was clearly a lost cause. She noticed the skinny freshmen was flushed and sporting a rapidly stiffening erection.
Jen tried not to panic imagining what her new master would likely be having her do for, and to him shortly.
Kyle finally managed to look her in the eye, at least for a moment, before blushing furiously and looking away. He clasped his hands in front of his boner, blocking it from her view. Jen felt herself blushing as well, but she couldn't look away from her captor. Kyle cleared his throat and managed to keep his eyes on her chin.
"I..I summoned you." His voice broke as he tried to sound calm and in control.
Probably the first time he's been alone with a girl, much less seen one's panties, Jen thought.
"How may I serve you, Master?" The words flowed out of Jennifer's mouth without her conscious thought. This time her voice was soft and lilting, her tone promising things Jen was seriously not prepared to think about. She blushed furiously as did Kyle, who suddenly clenched his eyes closed and pulled his hands tight against his cock as he shuddered and grunted.
Jen felt a swirl of emotions; disgust that some kid just shot his wad in front of her, relief that she hadn't had touch him to get him off, a little pride that her voice was so sexy that he'd gotten off to it, pity for the look of humiliation now on Kyles face, and a stab of fear for what he might do in retaliation of her having witnessed his loss of control.
Jen fought to keep her expression blank as Kyle slumped it his seat and glared up at her.
"You can..."