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How to use your Genie

... from Emily's face. Jeanie, always the stoic one, simply nodded at me once she was done.

"Who the fuck needs sleep when I have you?" I said with a smirk, gesturing towards Jeanie.

Emily, still trying to adjust to the changes her life had undergone in such a short span of time, blinked in astonishment. "That's... incredible," she said, looking at Jeanie with a mix of awe and trepidation.

I chuckled, slipping an arm around each of their waists. "Come on, let's get something to eat."

The three of us left the penthouse, the doorman nodding at us as we passed. The streets were mostly empty, save for the occasional early riser jogging or walking their dog. The cool morning air felt refreshing against my skin, and I noticed Emily shivering slightly in her thin dress.

We walked a few blocks, the heels of the girls clicking on the pavement, before coming across a small, quaint diner. It looked like it had been there for decades, a relic from a bygone era, standing defiantly amidst the modern buildings surrounding it.

The bell above the door jingled as we entered. A few patrons looked up from their meals, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of Emily and Jeanie in their risqué attire. I couldn't help but puff my chest out a bit, reveling in the attention.

The waitress, a middle-aged woman with a tired smile, led us to a booth by the window. "What can I get you folks this morning?" she asked, trying, and failing, to keep her eyes from wandering over the ...

... girls.

I smirked, enjoying the attention and power I had over the room, "We'll start with some coffee and then see where the morning takes us."

Emily and Jeanie settled into the booth opposite me, their sun dresses emphasizing their curves and leaving little to the imagination. Jeanie kept a stoic expression, while Emily fidgeted, obviously out of her element.

Their discomfort brought a smile to my face. It was the kind of power trip I enjoyed most: showcasing my dominance in public spaces and making those around me squirm, knowing I had them wrapped around my finger. The diner's customers sneaked glances, their eyes darting between the food on their plates and the provocative display in front of them.

The waitress returned to take our order. "What can I get you lovely ladies?" she asked, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the risqué situation.

Jeanie ordered an omelette with toast, her voice steady. Emily, on the other hand, hesitated before settling on a simple order of scrambled eggs with toast. "And for you, sir?" The waitress turned to me, her pen poised over her notepad.

"Pancakes with a side of bacon," I replied, my eyes never leaving Emily's. Her cheeks turned a shade pinker under my gaze.

Our meals arrived swiftly. We ate in relative silence, the clinking of cutlery against plates filling the air. Emily took small bites, seeming distracted, while Jeanie maintained her ever-present poker face. I, on the other hand, relished each ...