How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... sort of guidance.

"We... met at a party," I lied smoothly. "It was love at first sight."

John laughed at that, his arm snaking around my waist. "That it was," he agreed, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I forced a smile, pushing down the revulsion that threatened to rise within me.

As the evening wore on, the tension within me only seemed to grow. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, the sense of foreboding that lingered at the back of my mind. And every time I caught John looking at Emily, it only seemed to grow stronger.

As the dinner proceeded, Mark engaged John in a lively conversation about their respective careers. Mark, it turned out, was a successful hedge fund manager while Larissa ran a high-end boutique in the city. Their life, much like the life John was shaping for us, was clearly one of luxury and privilege. Emily, a freshman at a local university, was studying art history and was passionate about painting.

John was all charm and charisma, telling tales of his advertising business, of challenging clients and creative victories. I watched him, amazed at how naturally he lied, how effortlessly he wove the narrative of our lives together. Even I, who knew the truth of it all, found myself captivated by his storytelling.

"I must say, Jeanie, this is the best meal I've had in a long time," Larissa complimented, taking another bite of the filet mignon I had prepared.

"Thank you, Larissa. It's my pleasure," I responded, forcing a smile onto ...

... my face. I caught Emily's eye, noticing the curiosity in her gaze. She seemed to be studying me, her eyes assessing.

"Your dress is beautiful, Jeanie. Where did you get it?" Emily asked, her voice soft and kind.

"It's from a boutique downtown. John picked it out," I answered, shooting a glance at John. He smiled at the mention of his name, his fingers subtly brushing against my thigh under the table.

"The man has taste," Mark chimed in, raising his glass in a toast. "To good taste and even better company."

"To good taste and company," we all echoed, clinking our glasses together. The sound was sharp and clear, ringing throughout the spacious dining room. For a moment, I allowed myself to forget about my reality, about the bizarre and horrific situation I was in.

Emily, I noticed, was watching her parents, a slight frown on her face. She seemed thoughtful, perhaps a little troubled. I wondered what was going through her mind, what she thought of John and me.

"Jeanie, do you work as well?" Emily asked, her gaze focusing on me again.

"I help John with his business," I replied, a half-truth that felt sour on my tongue. "But my main job is taking care of this home."

"Sounds like a perfect partnership," Mark noted approvingly.

"Absolutely," John concurred, flashing me a smile that was more predatory than affectionate. I felt a shudder run down my spine, a sense of unease settling over me once more.

The rest of the meal passed in a similar manner, with ...