Loser With a Lamp Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 3 by deleted_user

You pause, then give it a rub like you've seen in those movies. What the hell, right?

For a second, nothing happens. Then a thin stream of smoke begins to pour from the spout, coiling and swelling and eventually coalescing into the form of a woman more lovely than any you've laid eyes on before.

The genie's long, raven hair cascades down her back like an obsidian waterfall, contrasting with the warm bronze of her skin. Her delicate features are a perfect blend of exotic and enticing, from her beguiling amber eyes to the slight upturn at the end of her nose. Perky breasts strain against the sheer silk of her top, the dark outlines of her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. A wisp of cloth barely covers her hairless mound, leaving you to imagine what lies beneath. She's the ultimate eye candy.

"Who the hell are you?" you say, unable to stop ogling her body. She's an 11 out of 10, a total smokeshow.

The genie sighs, crossing her arms and fixing you with a pointed look. "I am the genie of the lamp. You rubbed, I came. You know the drill."

She glances from you to your roommate, her nose wrinkling slightly at the stacks of empty pizza boxes and general squalor of your shared living room. It's clear she expected more. Tough shit, princess. Beggars can't be choosers and all that.

"Well, masters, I suppose you will be wanting your three wishes," she says, resigned. Her gaze travels down your body, lingering on the bulge in your jeans. "Let's get this over with. What's it gonna be? Fame, fortune, a bigger dick?"

You exchange a look with your roommate. His eyes are glazed over with lust, his pupils dilated as he takes in the genie's ridiculous body. A spot of drool gathers at the corner of his open mouth. Gross.

You consider.