Unsure, whether she was genuine, pranking him, or had just made the same association with the ornate lamp. He hated the groan, as he rose to his feet, removing that bust from the centre of his vision.
"This is how women dress now." she pirouetted on the spot. Jack tried not to stare as her jiggling ass rippled past, and her smiling face returned.
Swallowing nervously, he tried to ignore all that succulent flesh, so temptingly displayed. He was on the verge of storming off, at this provocation. But, there was a genuine question on her face, an insecurity that made her look sincere and vulnerable.
Still unsure, he cautiously continued, "It this your... waterbottle?" He finished uncertainly, his voice trailing off.
A confused frown flashed over her face, before she leaned closer. "No, I'm a genie, Master Jack Chalker." she confided. Jack barely heard her words, over the rush of blood, as her bust bounced around his arm, gently pressing in from the front and back.
"Thank you, Jean." Jack politely responded, still unsure how to take this exciting and intriguing woman.
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