Reginald Peregrine, or Reg for short, sat at his desk, in the museum’s basement, surrounded by the museum’s uncatalogued antiquities. This had been his only job from school and was his dream job. He could work quietly cleaning and cataloguing artefacts on his own in the depths of the museum. This kept him away from the public and any casual human interaction with work colleagues.
His life had been a lonely road so far, not helped by the old-fashioned name his parents had given him. He’d been singled out and bullied at school, which wasn’t helped by his lack of good looks or any physique. Whilst thin, he’d never been good at sports or chatting with anyone, let alone the opposite sex, so unable to attract girlfriends.
Reg retreated into technology, gaming online and chat rooms, enjoying and embracing the anonymity it brought you. Under the anonymity of his neutral persona, the online community welcomed him and it helped him maintain his withdrawal from society, where he happily allowed the world to pass him by, unnoticed.
Today, he had a box of artefacts to document, that a local farmer’s family had donated to the museum. They were all uncovered over years of ploughing and ditch-digging, so the museum curators hoped it might contain some nice finds.
Normally these finds would be from recent history. If lucky, there could be items from the English civil war, even luckier Roman or Bronze Age for this area. If unsure, Reg could always go upstairs to the main back rooms of the museum and check the library, or ask some of the older curators, but he preferred to stay hidden in the basement, on his own.
Notepad in hand with gloves on, he opened the box, treating it like an unexploded bomb, using good museum-approved handling techniques. Reg carefully unwrapping each newspaper clad piece and placing them in trays, ticking each piece off the manifest provided by the donors.
Once unwrapped, one large piece stood out amongst all the others, being a large vase. The shape didn’t match any of the box’s contents descriptions in the manifest. The vase was much older than expected, being pre-Egyptian, possibly even Sumerian. As he studied it further, he saw what was possibly pre-Sanskrit writing that was unknown to him.
He double-checked, but there was no vase on the manifest. There was no way they had discovered this in a local field. The farmer must have brought it whilst on holiday or at an auction or something. He will need to take this upstairs, as it could be of great historic interest.
Reg immediately took some photos and examined the short plump vase under a handheld magnifying glass before he would even touch it. He immediately realised that they had sealed the vessel closed more than once with wax. The upper wax seal was sometime between the Greek and Roman empires, a long time after the vessel’s manufacture and the original darker wax beneath.
Deep in thought, working under his bright desk lamps, Reg didn’t notice the sunlight fade and the rest of the room drop into darkness, as a thunderstorm engulfed the museum. Satisfied this would interest the curators upstairs, he made his way out of the room into the old marble stairwell, carefully cradling the vase.
Suddenly, a lightning strike on an electrical substation cut the power to the museum, and it plunged the stairwell into darkness. Reg’s foot was on the first tread and he was already stepping up to the next. Expecting emergency lighting to come on, he continued, being familiar with the old marble staircase.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t as familiar with the staircase as he thought. On his next step, his toe kicked into the next treads edge, tripping him forwards. Cradling the vase, he landed on his elbows, tumbling back down to the hallway beneath him.
Pain from the impacts to his elbows and his shins racked through him as he bumped down the hard marble stairs, causing him to release the ancient vase, sending it to the floor. The vase smashed into a million pieces, releasing a cloud of glowing green vapour at pressure. Slowly, the vapour formed into a humanoid shape.
Reg picked himself to sit up on the bottom step. He felt a tickle inside his head as his life passed in front of his eyes. It was quite an ordinary and dull life, he thought, disappointed by his lack of existence.
The humanoid gaseous shape slowly formed into a solid form, until standing before him was the archetypical pantomime genie, straight out of Aladdin, with baggy silk robes flowing over baggy silk trousers. On his feet, he had pointed curly shoes; he had a small goatee beard, but his head was bald with a long black ponytail.
The apparition stretched his arms up, twisting and reaching up, smiling as his back creaked, then slowly folded his arms and looked down at Reg.
“Phew, Reg, that is a relief. Thanks for releasing me, I can finally stretch out. I’ve been stuck in that vase for way too long. Whose reign are we under?”
“Er, Elisabeth Regina?”
“Mmm, never heard of him? What happened to old Agamestor?”
“Agamestor? The Archon of Greece?”
“The very same, a terrible loser at dice.”
“Er, let me think… Agamestor died about eight hundred BC. You’re a bit late, as this is now nearly three thousand years later.”
“Holy cow dung, that old wheezer. He tricked me good… Now, this is why we stopped giving three wishes. Too many tricksters and thieves. No honour, even among royalty.”
“Three wishes, like a real genie?”
“The same, but only one wish now, as stipulated by the guild of genies. Unless I like you, then I’m allowed some leeway… But if I don’t, then you’ll soon wish I did.”
“Haha, you’re going to tell me you sailed with Sinbad?”
“Not with that pirate, he’d short change you. I was with Alibaba, but he never had 40 thieves with him. That was all an exaggeration. It was just me and him.”
“So did you know Aladdin or the Queen of Sheba?”
“Oh yes, but Aladdin was so needy, always bursting into song, playing the hero. Without my help, Princess Jasmine was way out of his league. Now the Queen of Sheba, she was such a tart, always playing us genies off against each other, she was a looker though.”
“This is ridiculous, I must be dreaming.”
“No… You’re not dreaming… Being blunt, your life, if that was what I glimpsed from your memories, has been pretty dull. However, I am a genie and you have released me, so I can grant you one wish.”
“No, I must be dreaming.”
“Nope, time is ticking and I have three thousand years to catch up on. Your measly twenty-two years are but a blink of my eye. So whatever you need for your one wish I can grant you.”
Reg scratched his head, still a little dazed, as the emergency lights flickered on, but not blanking out the apparition before him. His mind raced. What one thing could improve his lot? A castle, gold, or a billion in the bank?
“Nope, you don’t want that.”
“Sorry?”
“No, you don’t want a castle, gold, or a billion in the bank.”
“What?… You can read my mind?”
“What little mind you have… Yes, it’s a genie thing.”
“So no castle, gold or money?”
“No, it’s not what you really need.”
Reg’s mind ran through the possibilities of new gaming machines and games rumoured about to be released. He could become a master gamer. The genie cut him off.
“I don’t know what that is in your head but that’s not what you need.”
“I thought you offered me a wish?”
“Yeah, but the guild of genies allows me to change my mind… I’ve given people gold before and it hasn’t changed them for the better. They’ve not really benefited, they soon return to the quagmire they came from or get deeper into trouble.”
This turnaround surprised Reg. Although, there are lots of lottery winners that blew it all and returned to working for a living or back on benefits or worse, back in prison, but he would be different.
“Nope, no you wouldn’t… I had the same arguments with Aladdin, Alibaba and the queen of Sheba. They came around soon enough.”
“Can you stop reading my mind?”
“Nope… It’s a genie thing. We can be annoying, hence being waxed up in the vase. Plus some people don’t like losing at dice.”
“So what about Alibaba? He was a thief, so you wouldn’t give him money either?”
“He didn’t need money.”
“But he was a thief?”
“He liked the thrill and sheer fun of stealing something from under your nose, or the nose of a merchant. The excitement of dancing through his guards, avoiding the palace guards. So much fun, Ali, just wanted to live… He had money and women, he just wanted a thrill.”
“And the queen of Sheba?”
“Oh, similar thing, she needed fun that royalty couldn’t provide, outside of the restrictions of the royal court.”
“And you gave it to her?”
“Oh… Yes, I gave it to her alright, but less about my history.”
“So what do I need?”
The main lights flickered back on, clearly shocking the genie, who looked for the source of the light, waving his hands near it, not feeling the heat of a flame, nor seeing the oily fumes.
“What magic is this?”
“Not magic, science.”
“Alchemy?”
“Sort of.”
“I’m interested. I may hang around, but that depends if you know what you need?”
“According to you, I don’t know what I need. Surely not the life of a burglar.”
“No, I can’t see you climbing up a castle wall to steal gold, or dodging palace guards, your no Alibaba… More Sheba.”
“I’m not royalty.”
“No, but you need what she did… You need to get laid.”
“Whaaatt?… No tricks, this isn’t funny.”
“No, no tricks, no magic. I’ll get you laid and we’ll have some fun whilst we’re at it…”
“What? You’ll give me a ‘love’ potion?”
“Hell no… Coercion never ends well… The spell wears off, she realises, calls the guards… Her overzealous father or lover will seek retribution and you’ll end up in prison… Or something worse… And I will end up playing dice with the judge or prison guards to win your freedom… Been there, done that.”
“But you can… you know?” Reg raised his hands flat, palms down, wiggling his fingers, mimicking making a spell or granting a wish.
“Ah… But he’d used his wish by then, so I was only helping him out of goodwill and because I liked him.”
“Who?”
“Ali… Oh, it doesn’t matter; maybe someday I’ll write a book.”
“So how will you get me laid, if you can’t use magic, that’s not really a wish?”
“I’ll give you my advice, a little moral support and guidance and maybe get laid myself.”
“As I said, that’s not technically a wish, more of being my wingman, whilst benefitting yourself.”
“Well, my experience tells me that getting laid is the easy bit. It’s the trouble you can get into whilst getting laid that needs the wish to get out of.”
“Now, you’re speaking in riddles.”
“Well, let’s say you hadn’t used your wish to get laid and end up in prison, then you still have your wish ready to make your escape.”
“Ah… Ok.”
The genie looked pensive.
“Ok, Alakazam… no, no, not that one, Alakazoom… no, maybe not that one… Haha… You’re not one much for jokes, are you? You need to work on that if you’re going to get laid.”
With that, the genie waved his hand. Reg felt nothing, no flashes of light or cracks of thunderbolts, nor puffs of smoke. He looked disappointed at the genie, who shrugged his shoulders.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make any wishes a little more theatrical. Right, let’s see if you have any choices in that head of yours.”
Reg felt his brain tickle again and images ran through his mind… Stopping at his large breasted sister emerging from the swimming pool, in a revealing bikini earlier on holiday that summer.
“Nice, now there’s a beauty.”
“Nooooo, she’s my sister.”
“And that’s a problem… Because?”
“Yuk, no… Just no.”
“Yeah… But you could introduce us?”
“No… She’s my sister.”
“Yeah, but not mine… She has some nice assets; maybe I will stick with you for a while.”
Reg felt that itch again, and a few girls from school drifted across his mind. Then the image of the best candidate hung in his mind. The image of Janet, the museum intern standing on a library ladder. She worked one floor above in the museum. A little younger than him but very fit and a bit of a flirt.
The genie ran through various views of her that Reg had stored in his mind. He flitted through Reg’s memories, like flitting through a photo album, pausing on images of Janet bent over in a short pleated skirt, Janet leaning across a bench, bunching her cleavage between her arms and one looking up her skirt when she was at the top level of a library ladder. The image showed her ample buttocks, peeking out of her panties and the top of her suspenders.
“Bingo, we have a winner. Nice underwear too, right, tidy this mess up and let’s get after our quarry.”
Reg swept up the broken vase. Whilst thankful it wasn’t on the manifest, he wondered how it got there with no record, from either the donor or the museum. He had worked his way up over the years to this position of trust, keeping him deep down and breaking an artefact was a huge offence here. Curators would not understand his defence of releasing a three-thousand-year-old genie.
With the debris bagged and hidden in the bin, under his empty lunchtime take out cartons, Reg went to return to the stairwell with the genie following him.
“Er… You can’t come with me. They don’t allow visitors back here without a pass,” Reg said with a wave of his lanyard and security pass.
“That’s okay, they won’t see me.”
Reg couldn’t see how a large, pantomime clad genie following him around wouldn’t be seen. Genie saw his annoyance and clicked his fingers. He disappeared, to reappear sitting on Reg’s shoulder, like a doll, barely four inches high, smiling.
“But I won’t be able to talk to you. They’ll think I’m mad talking to an invisible friend, let alone a genie.”
(“That’s okay, just think it, and I’ll hear.”) Genie’s voice rang inside Reg’s head.
(“And you can hear me?”) Reg thought, to see genie nod, as he sat on his shoulder.
(“Yes loud and clear, I’ve had a lot of practice at this, trust me.”)
Reg wasn’t so sure, being unused to having friends, let alone a friend who is a four-inch high genie. Reg walked up the stairs and onto the main landing of the carpeted ground floor and made his way to the library.
A curator came out of a door to smile and nod at Reg, not giving any indication of seeing a genie sitting on his shoulder. Reg peeked through the door’s glass window into the breakout room to see Janet sat there alone, drinking a cup of tea. He paused, preparing himself, took a deep breath, and marched in.
“Hi, Janet.”
“Reg. I don’t normally see you in here?”
“No… I fancied a coffee for a change.”
Reg went to the coffee machine and selected a cappuccino with sugar, pressed the button, and turned to Janet. His heart beat faster and his legs felt like jelly, which wasn’t helped by her leaning back in her chair, to display her ample cleavage through her low cut T-shirt.
(“Oh… She’s good. She knows what she’s doing. Reg, step up your game. There’s no one else here. Make your move. Give her a compliment, tell her you like her clothes or her hair.”)
Reg heard his cup drop and the gargle of the machine now pouring coffee.
“I like your hair today. Have you done something different with it?”
“Nice of you to notice. I went to the hairdresser’s last night, ready for the weekend.”
She reached for her cup and as she brought it up to her lips; she squeezed her boobs with her shoulders and licked her lips, running her tongue over her lower lip, looking up at Reg with a coy, innocent look.
(“Oh… She’s good. Tread carefully Reg, this one may bite. Ask her what her weekend’s plans are.”)
“So, what are your plans for the weekend?”
Reg pulled his cup from the machine and sat next to Janet, as she pulled her chair back, showing her short skirt and long legs, clad in lace hosiery, down to her flat shoes.
“The big one is tonight, silly. Don’t you notice anything down there in the dungeons? It’s Halloween, I’m going to the fancy dress party at the ‘Cat’s whiskers’ nightclub with friends… I’ve a really tight costume.”
She stressed the word ‘tight’ by squeezing her boobs tighter, enjoying seeing Reg’s eyes bulge as her cleavage mesmerised him.
(“Offer to give her a hand getting dressed Reg, quick while she’s hot.”)
“I can always give you a hand… Help you squeeze into your costume, if you like?”
“I bet you would too, Reg. I’ve noticed you only come into the library when I’m up a ladder… You like to look up my skirt and see my stockings?”
She spread her legs wider and pulled her skirt up, showing Reg the tops over her lace stockings and the flesh of her upper thigh. Reg was now hot under the collar, with his blood rushing to his cock, which was now fighting to uncurl in its confinement, inside his boxers and jeans.
She laughed, knowing how horny Reg was now feeling…
(“Careful Reg… I think this one is going to bite back.”)
“I bet you’d like to sneak off into the darkroom with me and pull my knickers down?”
The darkroom was well known for courting couples in the museum. To gain his first notch in his bedpost with Janet in there would be an accolade for Reg. Who was shuffling in his seat to ease the pressure inside his boxers.
“I’m pretty sure it’s not being used today, as no one has used the x-ray machine.”
Janet placed her empty cup on the table, got up and walked the long way to the door, looking over her shoulder in a come-hither look. Reg, not believing his luck, stumbled up to his feet to follow her. She opened the door, pausing in the opening, to look mockingly back at him.
“Not today Reg, not ever… Haha, maybe you can join me with my boyfriend, at the ‘Cat’s whiskers’ later… But you’ll have to be early, ticket entry after six and they’re all sold out.”
She laughed again as she pulled her skirt up behind her, exposing one cheek, tightly clad in some white lace panties, to drop her skirt and walk down the hallway laughing wickedly, as the door sprung closed behind her.
(“Oh Reg, she’s a witch, that one… I’m sorry, she led you in a merry dance.”)
Genie appeared, sitting opposite him at the table, and motioned for him to sit back down.
“I’m sorry Reg. She’s an anomaly, a real tease. It seems she’s been playing you for months, I’m afraid, quite a witch.”
Reg sat back down, knowing he was right, and the two chatted over his performance, genie praising him for his bravado. Reg had crossed so many barriers with that one conversation. Some personal, some both he and Janet could report either to human resources.
He left his coffee half-finished, and the two returned downstairs for Reg to finish his work, although there wasn’t much left of the working day left.
“So what about this nightclub, Reg? Is that like a taverna?”
“Sort of, a pub with food, beer, music and dancing.”
“And women?”
“Yes.”
“Your sister?”
“No…”
“Shame, but let’s go, anyway.”
“They’ve sold out, so we’ll have to get there before six.”
“And the problem is?”
“Okay, we’ll go. At least we can get a burger there.”
“Burger?”
“Fried beef in bread and chips.”
“Chips?”
“We can’t be doing this all night.” Reg imagined a burger with chips on a plate, hoping the genie got his drift.
“Aha, I see, I’m up for that,” Genie said. Then, as Reg thought about the next question, he replied, “yes. Genies get hungry too.”
His working day over, Reg got his coat, and the genie took up position on his shoulder. Reg returned up the stairs and exited by the museum’s staff entrance. Janet was already outside, getting into a car, driven by a burly, bearded man. She waved cheekily at Reg as they sped off, rubbing salt into his wounds.
They walked across town, with Reg having to explain to the genie about the horseless chariots, electric lights, shops and modern dress. It was strange for Reg to walk through the crowds of office workers, with a genie sat on his shoulder, but no one seemed to notice.
He was sure a few times people looked at his shoulder, but no one said anything. The two kept up their conversation through Reg’s mind. A few times Reg had to stop himself from talking aloud, but with practice, he got proficient. He found that sometimes showing the genie images in his mind was easier than a long worded explanation.
As they approached the ‘Cat’s whiskers’ nightclub, Reg felt a reluctance to venture further. All his life he had avoided places like this and the crowds it attracts. The possibility of being forced into close contact with other people who could engage and interact with him, where he couldn’t change tabs, log off or delete, was terrifying for him. The genie spurned him on. If he was going to get laid, this was the place to be.
Posters around the door announced the Halloween fancy dress party that night, but being before six, no bouncers blocked the entrance. Reg gulped and stepped over the threshold into the darkness. He walked through past the ticket booth and the inner door to gaze on the vacant dance floor.
The club was huge, like his school’s sports hall, with two long bars along either side, a stage with a DJ, lights and a sound system. The other end had a short bar and the toilets, with bar stools, tables and chairs littering the surrounding area. A few small groups had chosen tables by the window, but otherwise, it was empty.
The two long bars, whilst lit, were unoccupied, but the short bar at the end had two women staffing it. Reg swallowed his anxiety and walked towards it, dodging around some tables.
The two bar staff were in matching Halloween cat costumes. Each had hair bands with cat’s ears on their heads, with tight, black, dark collars with the ‘Cat’s Whiskers’ logo on and an empty ‘D’ ring, with matching T-shirts emblazoned with ‘Naughty Kitty’ across their chests. They both had black, long-sleeved silk fingerless gloves on.
Apart from matching costumes, the girls were quite different. The one had long dark hair draped across her ample bosom and the other had fair, short hair and was almost flat chested.
(“Go left to the dark-haired one, she’ll be game for sure.”)
Reg ignored genie. She was exactly the type who would reject him and scared him with her enormous chest. On the right, though, the short-haired girl had boyish looks that attracted Reg. She looked more innocent, almost shy, fidgeting in her costume. In fact, she looked as nervous as Reg felt.
Reg closed in on the right-hand side of the bar and raised a foot, cowboy style, onto the bar rail. Leaning onto the bar, Reg could see over the bar-towel covered counter to notice the two staff members were wearing matching short frilly black skirts, exposing garters holding up short wet look stockings.
(“I like this taverna. Order a short drink, so you can buy more and use that as an excuse to chat”)
(“I don’t want to get drunk, I rarely drink, let alone drink shorts.”)
(“Don’t worry, I can deal with that, you won’t get drunk.”)
“Hi, I’m Reg.”
He told the fair-haired bartender. She looked at her colleague and bit her lip, giving Reg more confidence and confirming his correct choice as she moved to him.
“Hi, I’m Tom… No… Errr, Toni, with an ‘i’. What would you like?”
Toni told Reg with a sideways glance to her co-worker, who returned a positive, supportive smile.
(“Tom? That’s a strange name for a woman.”) Genie said, as Toni scratched an itch inside her head…
Reg was thinking fast, panicking over which short to ask for. Alcohol-free lemonade wouldn’t cut it.
“I’ll have a JD and coke.” He asked, panicking. Before he realised, being his sister’s tipple of choice, but never having drunk it himself.
Toni smiled and turned to fix the drink, giving Reg a chance to admire her waist, skirt, and legs. His loins confirmed his choice as they stirred.
(“Reg she’s a he… You’ll find a bulge under that skirt.”)
(“Really?… Hmm, that’s okay, maybe better.”)
(“You like? Not that it’s an issue. We had those in my day, each to his… Or her own.”)
Reg felt that itch inside his head again and images of his late-night porn watching ran through his head. Most of the content being Trans porn.
(“Oh I see… No problem Reg, we may just have to modify our game.”)
Reg felt more at ease as Toni turned to him and set a full glass on the bar towel in front of him. She didn’t seem too scary. Not like when he confronted Janet earlier.
“Here you go Reg, one JD and coke, is there anything else?”
(“Ask her if you can sit here at the end of the bar.”)
“Yes, I’d like to sit here, if that’s okay?”
Toni blushed and smiled, glancing at his co-worker again, who gave an encouraging nod. Toni gestured to an empty barstool at the end of the bar near the bar’s exit gate. Reg pulled his wallet out and gave her a note. Remembering the genie’s advice earlier with Janet, he searched for something to complement Toni with.
“Hey, those are lovely long nails, I love the colour.”
Toni blushed again and straightened out her hands, to examine her long thin feminine fingers and long black fingernails.
“Thanks, I didn’t grow them. They’re false. I use a salon in town.”
“They’re lovely, they top off your costume really well.”
(“Offer to buy her a drink, it’s quiet now, so make the most of it.”)
“Can I buy you a drink, Toni?”
Toni blushed and smiled, nodding. “Thanks, is it okay to join you with a JD and coke, as you’re paying?”
“Please do.” Reg swapped the five-pound note for a twenty and settled onto the barstool with his drink.
(“Bingo Reg, well done.”)
Toni joined Reg at the end of the bar, with her drink, took the twenty and returned Reg his change. Reg had an idea…
(“Genie, scan through Toni’s memories to see what colour panties she’s wearing.”)
(“What? Okay, but tread carefully.”)
“Toni, I work at the museum and we have to be detectives of sorts, to work out the origin of historic items. Which gives us a bit of edge when uncovering secrets.”
“Sounds interesting,” Toni replied, but looked unsure.
“I bet I can uncover a simple secret of yours… Nothing nasty, just a simple parlour game.”
(“Pink lace and a nice small cock, if I may add.
She’s very feminine. Although, not my type. Don’t blow it, Reg.”)
Toni looked unsure, nervous about what was coming. Her co-worker moved closer, almost defensively.
“Well, you’re both in gorgeous, black costumes, matching the Halloween theme, so the natural assumption would be… You’re wearing black panties.”
Toni and her friend looked relieved. Toni’s eyes lit up and was about to tell Reg he was wrong.
Reg cut in, “But you’re NOT…”
Toni looked shocked, but giggled in embarrassment. Not believing anyone could guess the correct colour from a whole myriad of possible colours her underwear could be. Both Toni and her friend were on the tips of their toes, waiting for the answer…
“So, if not black, what colour am I wearing?” Toni enquired.
“Hmm, let me think.” He closed his eyes, pretending to concentrate, “by the power vested in me by the museum, I think… Pink… and lacy.”
Toni squealed in surprise. She lifted her skirt to show her co-worker, who gasped and joined her in her amazement.
“How did you do that?”
“It’s a trade secret. If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
Toni giggled and wrote it off that Reg must have seen a reflection or caught a glimpse when she had bent over to pick something up, but enjoyed the titillation of the joke.
“I’ve never seen you in here before,” Toni asked.
“No, it’s my first time.”
“You here for the fancy dress party? Meeting friends?”
“Er… yes, I don’t get out much and the party sounds fun… No. No friends.”
“Not brave enough to wear a costume yourself?”
“No, not like you two naughty kitties.”
“You like?” She giggled.
“Yes, I like… very much.”
(“Holy cow Reg, you don’t need my help.”)
Toni blushed, stood back and gave a twirl, then scratched an itch inside her head.
(“He… She likes you Reg, you’re stirring her loins.”)
Suddenly Toni shot a look at Reg, blushed and returned to sip her drink alongside him, trying to hide behind her glass.
(“What did you do?.”)
(“I gave her that image of you, naked in the bathroom mirror this morning. You’re well endowed Reg, don’t worry, she’ll think it’s her imagination.”)
Reg blushed to find Toni smiling and blushing back. For a second, there was a moment between them. Reg thought he could lean into her to kiss her, but held back.
(“No, too soon, she wants you, but it’s too early. Ask about the burgers, I have a plan.”)
“Are you still doing food?”
“Yes, until seven, then the music will really ramp up. Do you want a menu?”
(“Hang on Reg, don’t order, wait.”)
Reg felt a pang of loss as the genie left him. He nodded to Toni, who gave him a menu. As he looked down to peruse the card, light burst through the entrance into the club, causing him to look up.
In walked the genie, back to his full height, in his full pantomime genie garb, with a sack over his shoulder. He caught the attention of everyone in the club with his costume, ready for the party. Reg panicked. What on earth was he doing?
(“Stay with it Reg, new plan, I want a burger and those chips.”)
The genie strode up to the bar to Reg. “Hi Reg, I’ve got your costume for tonight. Are you about to eat? I’m ravenous, I’m ready for chips and burger.” He dropped the sack by Reg’s chair.
(“Its burger and chips, not the other way around.”)
Reg passed him the card, having already chosen his order. He tapped his finger on the half-pounder with cheese to help the genie out.
“I thought you said you weren’t meeting anyone?” Toni asked, looking a little hurt.
“No, it’s the genie. I met him at work. He’s not really a friend.”
(“Now that hurts Reg.”)
“I picked up your costume, you must have forgotten it.”
“There seems to be a few things you’ve forgotten,” Toni whispered, still looking a little hurt, seeing genie as competition.
Then her co-worker stepped in, coming down the bar, having left the two customers she had been serving.
“Hi, I’m Steff, with two f’s. So you’re a friend of Reg’s?”
Putting an accent on the word ‘friend’.
“No, not in that way. We just met at work. Hi, I’m Gene.”
Gene, the genie, reached his hand out to shake Steff’s hand, who blushed as they touched.
(“Gene, the genie?”)
(“Yes, it crossed your mind whilst we were at the museum, it has a ring to it, I like.”)
(“That was Jean Jeanie, a song by David Bowie. Oh well never mind, Gene it is”)
Toni visibly sighed with relief and returned her attention to Reg.
“So, what would you and your workmate want?”
“Two half-pound cheeseburgers and chips, please,” Reg answered as he handed her another twenty-pound note.
(“I thought you said a burger was beef? You’ve ordered a cheese one.”)
(“A cheeseburger is a beef burger, but with cheese on top.”)
(“Aha, sounds great. keep going with Toni Reg, you’re doing great.”)
Toni wrote the orders down, took the money, cashed it and returned the change, then walked off through a door with a ‘Staff only’ sign on it. As soon as Toni had gone, Steff walked up the bar, closer to Reg.
“I assume you realise Toni is not all girl?”
Reg nodded, not sure what social convention this was.
“Good, but your friend here isn’t with you, or that way inclined?”
Reg gave a negative shake of his head, to which Steff smiled and continued, “This is Toni’s first time out and about, working as the girl she wants to be, so she’s vulnerable. If you hurt her, I will cut your dick off and feed it back to you… Understand?”
Reg nodded, terrified. Her eyes told him she would if she wanted to.
Gene, the genie, laughed a loud raucous laugh, “now Steff, you’re my kind of girl.”
Steff stood up straight, pushing her chest out and returned to Gene. “What would you like to drink?”
“A nice beer, thanks. Something cool to settle my burger down with.”
Steff picked a glass and poured a tall glass of lager, keeping her attention on Gene, looking at his bald head and impressive ponytail. Returning to Gene with his pint, she glanced at his head once more.
” You can touch it if you like, it’ll bring you good luck.”
Gene leaned in, bending his head down. Steff raised her arm up to wipe her hand over his bald head. Gene flicked his head and his ponytail wrapped itself around her arm in a tight coil.
He laughed and straightened his head and back up, pulling Steff off her feet, across the bar, so they were nose to nose. Steff nervously smiled, unable to pull her trapped arm back. The long ponytail squirmed tighter around her arm.
Gene laughed and kissed Steff on the cheek, the ponytail relaxed, dropping free, allowing Steff to return to her feet on her side of the bar. She blushed, bemused and unsure of what had happened, but found the episode amusing.
Steff laughed, tweaking Gene’s cheek, “I can see you’re going to be trouble tonight.” As she held her palm out for payment.
“I dearly hope so, kind Steff. Oh, my friend is paying, as he owes me for his costume.”
Reg held his hand full of change out for Steff to pick out Gene’s beer money and cash it in the till.
Toni returned and once more took up position by Reg. The two chatted, with Reg explaining more about his work at the museum, surprised that he felt so relaxed with someone unknown to him, who could become more than a friend.
More people filtered into the club, but with the other two bars now staffed, the newcomers headed for those first. Most were casually dressed, but now a few costume wearing punters were arriving. Steff served any clientele who reach the back bar, to leave Reg and Toni chatting. When not tending the bar, Gene entertained Steff, who enjoyed his attention. Gene left Reg to his own devices, as he didn’t seem to need his wingman.
When their burgers came, they remained seated at the bar as they ate. Reg expected Gene to wolf his down after three thousand years, but he savoured each bite, trying all the sauces, once Steff showed him how to open the sachets. He was almost theatrical in his complements, giving exaggerated “Mmm’s” at every bite.
Once finished, Toni whisked the plates away and Gene stood to pick up the sack he left by Reg.
“Is there a back room Reg can change in?”
Steff pointed to the ‘gents’ toilet door nearby. Once in the toilets, Gene checked it was empty, then with a flick of his wrist, Reg’s clothes were replaced by a red, skin-tight, shiny devil’s costume, which sparkled under the lights.
Reg looked at himself in the mirrors at the end of the gents. It was a one piece costume, with red shoes and a tail, that wound in an ‘S’ shape behind him. He had a red cap with devil’s horns on his head. It was a knockout costume, but he was naked beneath, and his cock and balls were evident beneath the tight lycra.
There was no zip, and Reg was now bursting to use the urinal.
“Gene, there’s no zip.”
“What’s a zip?”
“All clothes have them, including my jeans.”
Gene flicked his wrist and Reg’s jeans appeared on his arm. Reg showed him the zip. Gene played with it then thought… He clicked his fingers and with his forefinger, traced a line from below Reg’s waist, between his legs and behind, up his spine to the rear of the collar. As his fingernail passed over the costume, a zip appeared trailing behind.
As soon as he finished, Reg unzipped himself and used the urinal. He returned to checking himself out in the mirror, wondering if Toni would like it. It certainly puffed his chest slightly and maybe stressed his shoulders a little. His legs didn’t look too bad either in the red tight leggings of the costume.
“Yes, she’ll love it. I plucked it from an image in her memories.”
Returning to their barstools, Reg saw Toni’s eyes on him. She was almost swooning. Her eyes bulged, and she stepped out of the bar to meet him. Reg loved the vision of his ‘naughty kitty’ walking towards him. Although seeing her wet look, stockings and skirt caused his little devil to grow.
“That’s the best devil costume ever,” Toni said as she wrapped her arms around him, like a long-lost friend.
Reg hugged her back, then as they withdrew he felt her soft cheek on his, then stopped to look her in the eyes. Even he realised that this was the time to make his move.
(“Kiss her Reg, she’s yours.”)
Reg pecked a kiss on her lips, but Toni pulled him into her, pressing her lips on his and her tongue searched through into his mouth. She tasted of strawberry lip balm, but Reg didn’t care. This was his first French kiss, and he wanted it to last longer.
Toni pulled back and smiled, “later my red devil, but keep that hot poker of yours on standby.”
She stroked his growing member, kissed him on the lips again, and departed to collect empty glasses. As she walked away, she paused, checked to see Reg watching her and pulled her skirt up, just enough for him to glimpse her pink, lacy panties covering a peach round cheek.
Reg walked back to his barstool as gingerly as he could with his red-hot poker protruding through the costume. Steff and Gene laughed at his discomfort, but Steff gave him both thumbs up in approval. Reg downed his drink, keen to ask Toni for a refill once she returned, then realised…
(“Gene, my wallet was in my jeans, it has all my money.”)
(“Don’t worry, it’s all safe, just click your fingers.”)
To check, Reg clicked his fingers and a five-pound note appeared trapped under his finger and the inside of the palm of his hand. He tucked it under his empty glass to wait for Toni’s return.
He looked around the club and enjoyed crowd watching. It wasn’t as intimidating as he thought. People were too busy talking to their friends and dancing to notice him. There were now far more costumed people, a few zombies, mummies, Draculas’ and some cheating in star wars costumes.
He felt a hand brush his arm. Turning, he saw a grinning Toni return. She collected his glass and money, returning with it full, giving him his change.
“Reserve me a dance later,” she asked him, winking, then moved on to another customer waiting at the bar.
As the club filled, both Toni and Steff became busier. Each returning to either Gene or Reg to chat or top up their drinks. Reg realised Toni was now returning to hold his hand and took every opportunity to make contact when refreshing drinks. Reg was ecstatic at the attention, never having had such affection from anyone outside of his family.
Steff and Gene were getting on famously and it looked as if Gene was going to get laid as well. Reg felt a twinge in his bladder. As he worked his way to the nearby toilet, he attracted a lot of looks and comments about his costume.
Women, men, zombies, sexy vampires and skeletons alike were admiring him, often leaving their eyes resting on his tight crotch area. Even receiving a few offers of a dance or a drink from either sex. It relieved him when he reached the sanctuary of the toilet, only to have his tight lycra bum cheek squeezed as he urinated. He smugly declined an invitation by a masked creature to join him in a cubical.
Leaving the toilet, he felt as if a new world had opened up to him. This wasn’t as scary as he’d imagined and despite his lack of body confidence, it attracted people to him. Even if it was his large cock and tight outfit that attracted them, it counted in his book and enjoyed his ego receiving a well-deserved polish.
Looking across the oddball crowd, seeing a multitude of costumes, hats, masks and faces under the flashing lights, he saw one face making a beeline for him. It was a smug Janet, smiling, ready to belittle cave-dwelling Reg.
(“Gene, Janet the witch, is here. Her boyfriend must be somewhere. This could be trouble.”)
Janet had been correct; she had squeezed herself into a tiny costume. A white, tight figure-hugging costume with sleeves to her elbows, which had ruffles. Emblazoned across her ample breasts was the politically correct logo, ‘Baa baa naughty sheep’. She wore white fishnet stockings, ruffled ankle socks, with a white netted tutu, topped with a white fluffy cotton wool wig, with ears, to finish off her sheep costume.
“Well, well, well, the caveman is out of his dungeon.” She declared.
As she emerged from the throng of the costumed crowd, she could see the full height of Reg’s costume and his generous penis pressed against his torso. Her eyes grew in size and her demeanour changed. She scratched her head, showing Reg that Gene was in her head.
“Hmm, maybe we should have gone into the darkroom after all.”
(“Reg she’s a witch, her boyfriend is here at the bar, with a friend.
She will play you off against him and you’ll lose.
Forcing us to use that wish and jeopardize you getting laid with Toni tonight.”)
Reg knew he was right. She was now close to him and stroking his shoulders. Her eyes kept dropping to his nether regions.
“Hmm Reg, you should wear this to work.”
She stroked his shaft with her fingernail, along its length, knowing it would encourage growth. At her next glance down, she smiled, seeing the required result.
“Aren’t you here with your boyfriend?”
“Yes, he’s the wolf at the bar.” She nodded towards the bar.
Reg searched the sea of witches hats, mummies, even a Where’s Wally and many zombies to see a fur-clad body, ordering drinks.
“He’s with his gay friend, little Bo Peep… Get it? We hope to win the costume contest as a team tonight.”
(“Reg, I’ve read her boyfriend’s mind.
He’s seeing his man friend behind her back. They had sex this afternoon.
We can play this to our advantage. Keep her busy.”)
“So now you want me? Maybe we should get together. I’d like to slip you out of that costume later.”
(“That’s it Reg, she is hoping to get her boyfriend to catch you both
She wants you to both fight over her. I’m afraid he will win.
Keep her hovering at arm’s length.”)
Reg looked over to the bar and saw the wolf and Bo Peep moving through the crowd, carrying drinks. Toni was busy with customers. He saw Gene watch the pair leaving the bar and then wiggle his fingers theatrically at them.
(“You know what I said about a love spell?
Well, I’m giving these two are getting a level ten spell.
They won’t even notice Janet…
They won’t see anything but each other. It won’t last long but it will do the trick”)
Across the dance floor, the wolf and Bo Peep left their drinks on a table to touch each other, then kiss passionately. They were getting quite amorous; gaining the attention of people around them that formed a ring of voyeuristic ghosts and ghouls. The two spoke and started making their way to the back of the club, towards Reg and Janet.
Janet stepped closer, her breasts pressed onto Reg’s chest. In his tight costume, he could feel her nipples pressing into him. She went to kiss him, but Reg dodged and pulled back away from her. Over her shoulder, he could see her boyfriend and his lover almost upon them.
“So now you play hard to get? You’re a dark horse, Reg, but I won’t ask twice,” Janet stormed.
Her boyfriend pushed past them both, dragging Bo Peep behind him, the pair almost skipping to the gent’s toilet.
(“Hold her back Reg until I say.”)
Janet saw the pair of spell bound lovers, “Brian? Brian… Where’s my drink? Brian?”
True to Gene’s word, Brian never heard a word from Janet, despite it increasing in volume, drowning out the thumping music in the background. She saw her boyfriend kiss Bo Peep and grope his crotch, as he pulled him into the gents. Janet paused, as her mind added two and two together.
She motioned to storm after them, but Reg gripped her and held her. She fought to escape, but Reg held on. Her voice continued ringing out for Brian, attracting two burly bouncers that were making their way to them from the entrance and ticket office.
(“Now Reg, let her go.”)
Reg released Janet, and she flew into the gents’ toilet, pushing past an axed dead body and his friendly mass murderer, looking shocked as they exited. A scream penetrated the noisy club, and Reg followed Janet inside.
Dodging to join the ring of onlookers inside, he saw Bo Peep face fucking Janet’s boyfriend, who was sucking on it for all he was worth. The pair ignored Janet’s ear-piercing screams of disgust at the two in the throes of passion.
The two burly bouncers entered, pulled the two apart, and dragged the two lovers out, followed by Janet, still screaming Brian’s name. Reg made his way back to the bar, grinning from ear to ear, seeing the bouncers ejecting the Bo Peep three out.
He glanced to the bar to see Gene laughing his socks off, with Steff, none the wiser, but no Toni. Searching the crowd, he saw Toni making her way through the dancing costumes towards him, grinning.
“What was that all about?”
“I don’t know, but it was quite a scene. I’ll tell you all about it later.”
“But now you owe me a dance, Steff is looking after the bar.”
Toni almost dragged Reg to the dance floor. It didn’t matter that Reg had never danced before, as regardless of whether fast or slow music, Toni pulled him close into her and led the way, as they both writhed their bodies together. Toni pressed her own small bulging crotch into Reg’s as they twisted and turned, kissing and laughing.
A few times, other partygoers tried to cut in, to whisk Reg’s ‘naughty kitty’ away. Each time, he surprised himself by cutting them off or pulling her back. A few times Toni would sidestep them to maintain her link with Reg.
He even had a few cut in front of her to dance with him, male and female, dead or alive. Once a batman cut in front of Toni to caress Reg, suggesting that he could show him the tool he had hidden inside his utility belt.
(“Is this you Gene?”)
(“Doing what?”)
(“Making me this popular.”)
(“No, I told you, no love spells, this is all you.”)
Toni had to leave all too soon, to collect more empty glasses, leaving him with the giggled request, “Keep that hot poker warm for me… My horny devil.”
Reg dodged through the dancing mass of night-time creatures and horrors, feeling the odd pinch of his bottom and light stroke of his cock, but never sure which masked party goer was the culprit. He returned to the back bar to sip his drink with a smug look on his face.
He surprised himself at how much he was enjoying himself, even just crowd watching and seeing Gene flirt and tease Steff. When Toni returned, Steff took her turn, towing a very pleased, grinning Gene to the dance floor.
Gene created his own ring of onlookers, as he performed a centuries old dance. A few people tried copying him. Reg noticed Gene wave his hand, as the crowd separate into neat rings around him and mimic his dancing, like the dancing zombies scene from ‘Thriller’.
Gene enthralled Steff with her dancing around him, whilst laughing and dancing around his personal flash mob. Onlookers were clapping and cheering, thinking this was all part of the party. Then they also took up Gene’s choreography and danced.
When Steff threw herself at Gene, wrapping her arms around him, passionately kissing him, she broke the spell. Allowing all the dancers to return to their original routines, unsure of what happened and unable to recreate Gene’s routine.
Throughout the evening both Steff and Toni took turns in taking breaks from the bar, taking Gene and Reg out on to the dance floor. The club didn’t start emptying until the clock ticked past the witching hour into the early morning.
As the clock ticked onwards, the numbers of zombies increased, despite what costumes they wore, with the copious amounts of alcohol drunk taking its toll. Quite a few had more than enough stamina to continue, but none noticed that Gene and Reg remained unaffected, as they enjoyed continuing to drink through into the early morning.
Eventually, the clock reached the ‘kicking out hour’ and staff began closing the bars and asking people to leave. The pair waited patiently until asked to leave. Once outside, they waited for Steff and Toni to exit from the staff entrance, who’d asked them to walk them home.
The pair was happy to wait in the streets outside, which had sleepy creatures of the night loitering around. They watched dead bodies walk with their friends homeward bound, whether vampires, ghosts or ghouls, many eating take-away food.
After what seemed like an age, staff began exiting, making their way home, soon to be followed by Steff and Toni, who walked to the waiting genie and Reg.
“Reg, my flat is this way.” Toni pointed to the left.
“And mine is this way,” Steff pointed to the right. “You’d best walk Toni home, because Gene is walking me home.”
Reg looked at Gene, as he grinned from ear to ear. The girls hugged each other good night. Steff then hugged Reg, saying, “Be nice and look after her.”
Toni hugged Gene. The two girls looked at Gene and Reg as they stood, not sure what to do. In the end, Gene hugged Reg, as he told him, “We’ll talk later my friend.”
The two pairs walked their separate ways, with Reg feeling Gene’s presence leave him. Reg hugged Toni with his arm wrapped around her waist, as they walked through the empty streets, dodging down some alleyways until Toni pulled him to a halt outside a door between two shops. She unlocked it and they climbed the stairs beyond. They entered her flat, off the side of a small landing, through another locked door, now above the one shop.
She hung her jacket on the back of the door, dropping her keys onto a shelf. Reg followed her as the short hall opened up to a large lounge. Windows with blinds ran the long side of the lounge, which must overlook the street outside. Toni walked around to a kitchenette at the entrance end of the lounge. There were two doors at the other end of the lounge.
“It’s small, but all mine. Do you want a drink?” Toni asked.
“No thanks, I think I’ve drunk enough.”
Reg wasn’t sure if he could cope with alcohol without Gene keeping him sober.
“Cup of tea?”
Toni clarified as she put the kettle on. As the kettle warmed up, she turned, leaned back on the counter to look at him and giggled.
“What’s funny?” Reg demanded.
“I’ve a red devil in my kitchen, that I hope is still a horny little devil and saving that red hot poker for me?”
Reg realised the ridiculousness of the situation. He was still in his or Gene’s costume. Not knowing where his clothes were or how he would get them back, with his wallet and museum identity card.
“Is my horny devil still okay… You know, with me?”
“Yes, yes, I’m okay with you, in every way.”
Reg stepped forward to meet Toni halfway, and they embraced. Reg enjoyed kissing Toni with her strawberry lip balm taste. Between kisses, he brushed her hair out of her eyes to look deep into her green eyes, to kiss her again. Never having been this close to anyone, this was all wonderfully new to him, which added to his excitement.
His poker was now red hot and prodding Toni’s own little bulge, which she clearly was enjoying, as she kept running her hand up and down its length, teasing its end with soft strokes of her nails. Reg, in turn, enjoyed exploring her body, whether squeezing her peachy bum cheeks, stroking Toni’s shaft through her skirt or running his hands over her flat chest to caress her breasts.
Toni pulled her arms from around his neck and dropped to unzip his costume and release his long shaft from within. She had to stretch the costume up and over his full, stiff eight inches, gasping as it sprung out. Her mouth engulfed the end, and she sucked, for all she was worth.
Reg gasped in pleasure, as Toni tried to suck its entire length into her mouth, cupping his balls in her hands. Reg ran his fingers through her short hair, still moaning at each plunge of her mouth. Not having any shared sexual experience before, his excitement soon rose for him to feel the tingle in his balls, warning him of impending ejaculation. He pushed Toni back and pulled her up to kiss her once more.
He pulled her naughty kitty T-shirt up over her head and lifted her up to sit her on the countertop. As he went to uncouple her bra, she shielded the clasp with her hand and shook her head.
“Sorry, it’s all flat under there. Those are jelly moulds, prosthetics.”
“I don’t mind, if you don’t?”
Her hand hung there for a short time, pausing to think, but then she unclasp her bra and let it fall away, leaving two jelly-like mounds glued to her. The edges were already peeling, so Reg peeled them off, using a damp rag Toni passed him, to unfix any remaining glue.
At each touch of her areola, Toni moaned in pleasure, as they were still tender from being underneath the prosthetics and unused to touch. Toni looked more nervous once topless. Reg returned to kiss her and stroke her nipples with his thumbs, teasing them into hard buds, causing Toni to moan.
Reg lowered himself and pulled her skirt up, revealing a short stiff cock hidden behind some pink lacy panties.
“Please,” Toni whispered.
Bending down, he sucked and licked her cock through the lace and, with one hand, unhooked it from its lair. With her shaft’s end exposed, he licked then sucked it into his mouth. His hand worked her panties down to release its full length, and he engulfed it in his mouth. He sucked and licked it, as Toni moaned in pleasure. His other hand continued to stroke and excite her nipple.
Toni spread her legs further and stroked her hands through his hair, whilst pushing him down onto her. Toni’s moaning became more rhythmic and Reg tasted a slightly salty taste to her now stiff cock.
“Reg, let’s take this to my bedroom… Please?”
Reg released her from his mouth and came up to kiss her again, Toni now tasting her own pre-cum. Reg lifted her off the counter and she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
He carried her to one of the doors on the other side of the lounge…
“No other door…”
He moved to the other door that was ajar and pushed it open. Walking to the end of the bed, Toni released herself to fall onto the bed laughing. Reg sat on the bed with his back to her, pointing to the zip behind him.
“Can you undo this zip? I can barely reach it.”
Toni giggled and her soft hands ran the zip, up the length of his back, to unclasp it at the collar. Reg stood back up to more peel off, than wriggle out of the costume, to turn naked back to Toni.
“Fuck, you’re hung Reg. Where have you been hiding all my life?”
She pulled a pillow out and, lying back, tucked it underneath her, raising her waist higher. Reg pulled her pink panties down and free from her legs. He stood to admire her white body, clad in black, with a lily-white cock lying on her smooth skin and her rear beckoning to him.
She reached to her bedside table and pulled a bottle out to pump liquid gel into her hands. Liberally coating her rear and then Reg’s shaft with gel, she pulled him over to her, between her outstretched legs. Reg was nervous, despite having seen thousands of gay and trans porn.
“This can’t be your first time?”
Reg nodded, “Yes… It is.”
“Oh, my poor lovely Reg.”
She pulled him down onto her, kissing him and thrusting her groin into his. Both of them enjoying their two cocks rubbing and knocking together. Reg felt Toni’s soft fingers guide his shaft until she pushed it into a soft recess.
He couldn’t resist and pressed his shaft slowly in. He felt his shaft end squeeze in, then pop inside her. She moaned and grinned at him.
“Slowly…” She pleaded.
She raised her legs over his head, bringing her knees up by her armpits and her hands holding her feet wide apart.
Reg slowly pressed into her, his shaft getting deeper into her warm, tight body. He pulled back a few times, before delving deeper, as her head nodded in approval and her mouth silently moaning. She giggled when he was fully inside her, grinning up at him, proud to have him deep inside her.
“Geeez, Reg, you’re huge inside me… It’s so nice… So fucking nice.”
She raised her hips up into him and they ground their bodies together, then Reg slowly pulled himself back enough, to drive in and out of her, with her moaning. She manoeuvred herself around and gasped, “Fucking ‘A’ one Reg, just there.”
He enjoyed sliding in and out of her, watching her gasp and moan in time with his strokes, willing him to keep pleasuring her. He moved positions, feeling her body react beneath him, whether tucking his knees up under her, to drive up, or holding her down, leaning into her. He watched her gasp and nod in appreciation.
Reg had never had such closeness or power of sexual prowess before and he was enjoying applying such pleasure to such a beautiful woman. Her legs, still clad in wet look stockings, bounced and flexed as he drove into her. Her cock, rigid and dribbling cum constantly, bounced and waved, flicking cum over her upturned skirt.
When he gripped her cock, she squealed with glee as he stroked the wet shaft with his hands. He rubbed the wetness across her tender chest, tweaking her nipples and driving his cock deeper into her. He felt that exciting tingle in his balls, so upped his speed, listening to her moans rhythm and the slap of his body against hers.
He felt his body build tension up like no previous wank. The pressure burst through his body as he drove into her and exploded multiple threads of fluid into her, each time thrusting a stroke of his devilish red-hot poker into her. Toni squealed with each eruption, feeling the warm fluid fill her, knowing his climax was upon him.
Reg held himself in her, as long as he could as he deflated. They kissed and hugged, with both their bodies now sticky and wet. Reg withdrew to lie alongside her, and she pulled her cum covered wet skirt off, with her garter belt and stockings, discarding them on the floor.
The pair knotted their naked bodies together, still panting and kissing, pulling the sheets over themselves, to drift off to sleep… Reg couldn’t sleep deeply through the night, but kept waking to spoon Toni tighter to be sure she was still there, before dropping off again.
Each time he woke, the light peeking around the blinds got stronger until he could no longer lie still nor drop back off to sleep. He glanced around the room to see a clock showing eleven o’clock. He needed a drink, preferably a coffee.
He unravelled himself from Toni to sit up. A neat pile of his clothes from yesterday sat in a corner of the room. He got up and checked his wallet was still in his pocket. Now it was full of money, much more than yesterday. He tried to dress as quiet as possible, but Toni stirred.
“Don’t leave Reg… I don’t have to be back at the club until four.”
“I fancy a large double shot latte, I’ll be back.”
“I’ll have the same, so you have to come back. Please don’t disappear, don’t leave me.”
Reg slipped his T-shirt on and sat by Toni, stroking her hair and lowering his head down to hers, kissing her. Seeing how she dreaded the possibility of him loving and leaving her. He opened his wallet, pocketing a ten-pound note and then tossed his wallet onto the bed, next to Toni.
“No, I’ll be back lovely.”
He kissed her again, as she held on to his wallet, smiling at her prize, knowing now he’ll have to return. Reg picked up her keys on the way out and trotted down the stairs. Outside was way too bright, after Toni’s darkened flat, causing him to squint. He wasn’t too familiar with this part of town, but he spotted a local cafe and headed there.
Waiting in the cafe’s queue, he pondered. ‘Had it all been a dream? His head ached, and he was shattered. But was there really a genie? Did he really wear a red devil’s costume last night? But he did get laid at last, as his cock ached and he had just left a woman in bed.’
He ran through the previous day’s events as he ordered their drinks. There were several explainable events. The vase wasn’t on any records, as there was no vase. He hadn’t really received a magical wish, as he’d chatted Toni up all on his own. Nevertheless, he could remember a voice in his head. Was he going barmy or was he schizophrenic?
Walking back away from the cafe, drinks in hand, he continued… How could he explain his clothes being on the floor by the bed? He must have worn them all night and back to Toni’s flat. There couldn’t have been any costume, therefore, no genie. These clubs are full of drugs, had he been hallucinating?
Reaching Toni’s apartment entrance, he fumbled with the two hot paper cups of coffee and her keys, still nonplussed about any explanation.
(“Ha ha ha… You should hear yourself Reg… Talk about being in denial.”)
Reg glanced around, but there was no one paying him any attention on the street.
(“I got your clothes back to you. You’ve seen the extra cash in your wallet.”)
Reg slipped the key into the door.
(“But I’ve not had my wish.”)
(“You got laid.”)
(“But I did all the chatting up.”)
(“Yes, you did, and that was my gift… I gave you confidence… How many things did you do last night that you wouldn’t have dreamed of doing two days ago? There may not have been a flash of lightning or clap of thunder, but that was your wish.”)
Reg mulled it over. He’d walked past the ‘Cat’s Whiskers’ hundreds of times, but never in his life thought of entering it before. He’d always struggled with talking to Janet and never talked to a barmaid before, let alone two but to talk with all three in the same day.
(“Okay, okay… I’ll grant you that… It has been bloody marvellous, thanks… Is that it, you off?.”)
(“Yes, it has been fun, thanks Reg.
Possibly one of my better first days out of confinement that I’ve ever had.
I’m off on a magic carpet ride with Steff for a while. We will be back.
Steff sends her love and will keep Toni up to date with her magic mirror.”)
(“Oh, you and Steff now?.”)
(“Maybe it’s time for a change, and she is an adventure, all of her own.
Oh, as I’ve had so much fun with you and I like Toni, I’ve granted you a second wish, for Toni.
Whilst in her mind last night, I discovered what she desires above all else,
and I think you’ll enjoy it too. See you both soon.”)
Then Reg felt a void inside him as Gene left him. As he pushed Toni’s front door open, he heard a scream from the flat above. Slamming it behind him, he raced up the steps, fumbled with the second key and burst into the flat, nearly spilling the coffee.
Toni was standing naked in the lounge, bouncing up and down on her toes, her limp cock dangling.
“Look Reg, look…” As she bobbed up and down on her toes, arms out, looking down.
“Yes, your cock’s limp and floppy.” Reg laughed, watching it dance with each of her toe jumps.
“No… Tits, look, I’ve grown tits overnight.”
Toni giggled, bobbing up and down once more. Reg looked up to see her with two lovely, flowing breasts bouncing up and down. Her chest had grown two gorgeous breasts, not as big as his sister’s or Janet’s, but gorgeous. Reg laughed, now knowing the second wish the genie had granted them both.
“How can this happen? I don’t take meds?”
“I know… But it’s a long story, so you’ll need to sit down,” Reg guided her to her sofa, for them to sit together and he handed her a cup. “maybe it will take more than one coffee… Toni, do you believe in magic?…”
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