The Lampmaker Ch 03

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Chapter 3. Heather

Rick stretched at his desk and yawned. Having two genies was wonderful, but hard on the sleep. Ali, Lacey, and Bridget had all voiced concern that their Lord and Master would demean himself by labor (other than that of study and combat, as befitted a true prince), but Rick was firm.

"I have no other way to earn money. At least not yet. I must finish something at work. Once done it will provide money for us to work with. And hopefully a new genie as well."

Rick had discovered that his focus on making a specialized genie had worked out amazingly well. Bridget had taken to her tasks with gusto and Rick was amazed when he woke up. While Lacey kept his harem bed-chamber ready and more or less clean, Bridget had made it sparkle. She could use her magic to make everything clean with a snap of her fingers, but she actually seemed to enjoy doing the tasks.

"At least until we have proper servants Master. I was made for this and I love doing it." Bridget had responded when Rick had found her carefully polishing his collection. "In fact, I think I will always clean these things personally. They mean so much to you and what kind of loyal slave would I be if I showed my Master's prized possessions any less respect?"

Rick hadn't argued, especially after Bridget whispered some lovely suggestions in his ear and then was joined by Lacey to give Rick a proper wake-up call on the thick carpet. It had been a lot of coffee at the office that day, and then Rick had come home to a feast that blew his mind.

Bridget had gone all out and had cooked a seven course meal. She would bring out the plates and Lacey would feed him while he and Ali talked about future plans. After talking with Bridget he had learned she had put all of this on the mortal Bridget's credit card. Rick had been a bit stunned by the price tag and was a bit put out when Bridget had stated she had gotten only the best foods from the most expensive stores.

"Master, anything less would be unacceptable for you. You are my Creator, Lord, and Master. You will get only the best from your loyal slaves."

After that discussion Rick knew his expenses were going to go through the roof. He had discovered that in addition to just the upkeep of his household, there was a lot more he was going to need.

He had taken Lacey and Bridget out for a short trip each. He discovered that he couldn't take Lacey to anything other than the most elite and expensive places. Anything less seemed so beneath him with a woman like Lacey on his arm. They had turned heads and had been ushered to the front of the lines wherever they went. Lots of men had tried to hit on her, but most had waved off when they saw Rick. He was much taller now, very toned and muscled, and had an air of command and wisdom about him. Rick simply accepted this change as it seemed natural to him that a man with a beauty like Lacey would only accept the best.

Bridget had been much the same although they had gone to galleries and museums and even a few garage sales. Using he newly acquired skills and knowledge of art and antiques Rick had picked up some impressive items that others had not even suspected. But Bridget on his arm had caused him to gradually drift to more exclusive galleries and much higher priced items. He was able to resist buying things, but it took some effort. He had been shopping with the idea to use his skills to get great deals when he could detect things others couldn't see, and he had some success. But even doing that would not make him enough money.

Bridget had produced a plan for a "proper household" and it would be hugely expensive. The staff alone would run into hundreds of thousands of dollars. Bridget had based her plan on what her Master would eventually have according to the Grand Vizier. Ali of course had based this off old school princes and nobles, so it ran into a huge palace with everything from a harem, to libraries, to armories, to a stable.

Rick had been taken aback by it when he had seen it but Bridget had seemed so crushed when he had frowned he had re-assured her. "Bridget, you have done what I have asked, but I wasn't expecting this grand of a palace. I'm not someone who is usually so ostentatious."

Lacey had leaned over his shoulder and whispered in his ear. "Master, this is what a Prince such as you deserves. You are wise, and powerful. You deserve to rule from a grand hall and palace. With such beauties at your beck and call you cannot be just a simple man. You must have wealth, power, and more." Rick had swallowed as Lacey's scent filled him and she leaned over to give him a quick kiss and had nodded.

"Okay. But I'm going to need to get some real money fast or we will be out on the street."

"Master, why do you not create another genie and just wish for a fortune? You could wish for all the money in the world if you so desired." Bridget had asked. Lacey nodded and Ali looked interested.

"You can lose wealth, you can be conned, be stupid, made a bad decision, or other things. I don't want wealth; I want the ability to create wealth. And I know exactly how." Rick had replied.

And now, five days later, the "how" was heading past his office towards the board room.

Heather Landis, investment broker, hedge fund manager, and all around Wall Street Wizard. Heather was a customer of the firm that Rick worked for and he had audited several of her accounts. She knew him in passing as he had caught several errors and saved her some money. Not much considering, but enough for her to know him.

Heather was a rising star in the large Wall Street brokerage firm and had turned several losing Hedge Funds and accounts into top performers. She would be a Senior VP in less than a year at the current rate, but the scuttlebutt was that she was going to jump ship and start her own business.

Aside from these excellent qualifications, Heather was about 27 years old and drop dead gorgeous. She had dark brown, nearly black hair that when hanging free nearly touched her ass. She was toned of course, top physical shape and did 10 km runs for fun. She had a nice set of tits and an hourglass figure that could kill any business suit. Her blue eyes had an intensity that was very appealing to Rick. And she had just dumped some lawyer in NYC and was sans boyfriend.

In short, she was hot, sexy, brilliant financial shark and so was perfect material to use to make a magical financial genie.

Rick had everything ready and he even had a cash bonus lined up. In his work, he had helped out another employee during an audit and found some odd things going on. Rather than let on he offered to swap a job with the guy and took over the account. He had dug into it and had found out that someone had been skimming money from one of Heather's accounts to the tune of several million over three years. He had taken awhile to figure it out but had found it was a joint job with a guy in his company and her company working together. He had enough evidence to nail them both.

But he had held off. Initially it was because he wanted to spring it on Heather and her company and get some kudos and probably a nice bonus for it. But when he got his genies and the expenses that came with them, he had changed his plans. He had carefully tracked the money and already had the account information. With Ali's help he had gotten the access information from one of the men involved and had swiped $2,000,000 of the account. With some careful moving around he had managed to launder it fairly well and now had it set up for use.

He had anonymously contacted the men and told them that if they ever tried to track the person who swiped some of their money he would turn them in. After showing how much evidence he had on them they had agreed, and were even happier when they found out that Heather would not be an issue much longer and that their tracks would be covered for good.

The next day Heather and her team showed up and got down to business. Rick had worked late while Heather had been going over all her accounting on her various accounts with other auditors. Rick had been able to take the last time slot at 5:30 pm, and had been able to cause some minor screw ups to some other accounts to make the day go long. It was nearly 6:30 pm as he walked into the boardroom that had been set aside for Heather's team while here.

As he had planned, it was just Heather as Rick was normally a simple and quick brief. Rick had just gotten a text from Ali (the Djnn had become quite taken with the idea of smart phones and the ability to contact people without magic) that he had magically disabled all the security cams on this floor and had put the two other people still on the floor into a magical sleep. No one would disturb Rick while he enslaved Heather.

Rick smiled as he walked in. Heather was even better looking than Rick remembered her and she was killing her business suit with knee length skirt. "Mmmmmm, I might have to have Heather dress like this after I take her for some role-play. She could make a potato sack look good." Rick thought as shook her hand.

"Rick come in. Good to see you, sorry it's so late. A couple of accounts ran long on the review." Heather said as she sat at the table and opened a folder.

"No problem. This actually works out better. I found something you need to see, but you only. I found out that a couple of people have been skimming your Limmerman Fund over a period of three years. One is definitely in our company but I am very certain that there is one more and that person works for you."

Heather looked up at him with a no nonsense look. "Show me what you got."

Rick carried a stack of papers over and started to hand Heather a file. She reached out and he quickly pulled his other hand from under a large stack of papers with a new brass lamp and shoved it into her hand. She closed her hand around it without thinking and gasped.

Rick intoned "As the maker of this lamp, and the opener of the gate, I name thee the gatekeeper. Heather, I bind you heart, soul, and body to this lamp so long as it exists. You control its power, whoever controls it, controls you. You are bound as the genie of this lamp, so sayith the lampmaker!"

The lamp pulsed and Heather's eyes glowed. "I, Heather, am bound to this lamp as its genie. I swear upon my soul to serve whoever owns the lamp as my master until I am freed or a new master takes me." Heather responded in a now very familiar monotone voice.

Rick pricked Heather's finger and before pressing her blood onto the lamp, he spoke again. "I name thee treasurer and financier of the household, and as a harem slave. You will serve your Master in both respects to the utmost of your abilities."

Heather responded and was engulfed by the smoke. As her face faded away a look of rapture crossed her face as she simply said "Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!" in a completely relaxed sigh.

Rick picked up his lamp and grinned. He quickly rubbed it and in a puff of green smoke, Heather appeared. She was even more beautiful than Rick had thought she could be. Her hair was done in a lovely dark brown braid that hung down to just about her waist. A golden ban encircled her head and a green see through silk veil covered her lovely lips. Like his other genies, she wore silk harem/belly dancer lingerie that was completely see through and colored green. Little golden coins jingled from her wrists, ankles, and slim hour glass waist. Her skin was slightly tanned and it accented her blue eyes just a touch. A green emerald bangle hung from her belly button and golden hoop earrings hung from her ears.

Heather put her hands together and bowed to Rick. "I am Heather, Genie of the Lamp, and your humble and loyal servant. I will grant thee three wishes and will serve thee afterwards in whatever function I can until you release me from your service."

"Very good, Heather of the Green Lamp. I will make my wishes later. As your master I command you to be truthful and answer all questions fully. You will obey without question or hesitation, and will be fully loyal to me. You will serve as my household treasurer and financier, in charge of my wealth and charged with increasing it. When not engaged in that you will serve as my harem slave and will do your utmost to ensure my pleasure and will insure that I am always pleased."

Heather bowed low again. "Of course Master. Your wish is my command."

Rick smiled as he picked up Heather's cellphone. "You will call the mortal Heather's assistant. They are all flying tomorrow back to NYC. You will tell her that something has come up and that the woman known as Heather will be returning later, probably next Monday. Then this Friday you will email Heather's resignation to your company and recommend Mr. John Stoddard to take over her accounts. You will also scan and email this folder on the Limmerman Account and say this is the most current and should be used. You will tell them Heather has taken an offer overseas with a start up and will be living abroad. You will then transfer whatever funds the mortal woman Heather controlled into new accounts in my name. That along with the funds in an Off-shore account will be your starting capital to grow my wealth. I want accounts set up everywhere as we grow my holdings. Any country I go to, I want to be able to access my money."

Heather bowed again and said "It shall be done as you command Master. I shall use my powers to the utmost to make you wealthy so you do not have to sully your noble hands with simple work."

Rick chuckled at that and watched her make the call. Rick found the "Business Heather" voice to be a bit entertaining after having heard Heather speak as a genie. Iron, toughness and backbone in the old Heather's voice compared to the soft, submissive, sexy voice of Genie Heather made Rick hard.

Once completed, Rick had her change her clothing into Heather's old business suit. He was tempted mightly to take his newest slave right then, but he held out knowing that even a small chance of discovery wasn't worth it.

He then had her leave before him and he stayed at his office for another 15 minutes. He heard the other two employees wake up and pack up as he headed to the elevator. He rode it down, went to the garage and got in his car. He pulled out and drove down the street several blocks until he was well away from his work and then pulled over. Heather met him and he drove home after putting her in her lamp.

Rick entered into his apartment and was greeted by Bridget, who immediately took his things and with a wave of her hand transported him into his easy chair in a comfortable silk robe and slippers. Lacey was kneeling before him and began to rub his feet as Ali gave reported that no one had seen anything or heard anything.

Rick listened and nodded. "Very good Ali, thank you. Now then, you have all made a strong case for me to have a proper staff and a proper household. We now have the means to have it. Attend."

Rick pulled out the newest lamp as his servants and slaves looked on. He rubbed it and Heather materialized in front of them and dropped to her knees and bowed low.

"Heather of the Green Lamp, this is my Grand Vizier Ali. He is second only to me and you will obey him unless his commands contradict mine. This is Lacey of the First Lamp, she is the head of the harem and is the Mistress of the house. She answers to Ali and me only. This is Bridget of the Purple Lamp; head of the household and in charge of its daily functions and upkeep. She is your equal in the harem and her duties and hers are equal. If you have issues in your household positions, you will address them to the Grand Vizier. If you have issues as harem slaves, you will address them to Lacey. You understand?"

"I hear and obey Master." Heather said with a bow to him, then Ali and Lacey. She smiled and nodded to Bridget who returned the smile and nod.

"I have my wishes ready Heather of the Green Lamp, hear and obey. I wish for the materials for a creating a new genie lamp. I wish for the intelligence, wisdom and understanding of finance and the making of money. I want to know how to make fortunes and grow them. I wish for a treasury for my household linked to the mirror where cash and valuables will be stored and where you will connect with the outside world to trade and conduct business. Connections to all the markets, banks, and engines of finance, as well as a safe house for my liquid wealth." Rick said and braced himself knowing the knowledge input would hurt.

Heather smiled and said "It shall be done." She clapped her hands together.

Another flash and Rick's head spun. It didn't hurt this time as much and Rick grinned. "I must be getting used to this." He stated.

Heather smiled at her Master. "Very good Master. I am glad I have pleased you. But I felt that you did not need as much knowledge as you thought you might. Now come, see your treasury."

Heather gracefully stood and strutted up to Rick and held out her hand. Rick took it and let himself be guided towards the mirror. Rick noted that his appearance had seemed to slight change again. He was just as tall, but his skin was now a touch lighter. He felt that his muscles were not as big as they had been but were more toned. And his face seemed to have a serious look that was different than the one he had noticed with Bridget. Heather touched the mirror and led him through.

Rick blinked. While done up in a classical Arabian Style like his other rooms, this one had many modern features. An entire wall was covered in scrolling stock LED boards streaming along. Rick realized there was one for each major market and nearly all the smaller ones. A bank of computers was against another wall, while several desks were arranged around the room. Another wall was covered with filing cabinets and shelves with books and ledgers. On the last wall was a series of large safes with labels such as CASH, GOLD, SILVER, BONDS, STOCKS, BILLS, NOTES, CREDIT CARDS, and JEWELS.

Rick opened the safe labeled CASH and saw that it had just a little bit of actual cash in it. "Master, I have just begun to work. I have divided your liquid assets into multiple types, but there is not much now. That will change though. In one week I shall have taken your $2 million and tripled it. Have patience Master."

Rick turned and grabbed Heather and kissed her passionately. She wrapped her arms around him and returned it with gusto. "Oh, no problems there. Make me wealthy. A Prince such as me should not have to sully his hands with mere work after all."

Heather's eyes shown as she nodded. "Yes Master. Let your lowly slaves take care of such stuff, you must relax and focus on proper things. Thank you for taking me into your service Master, I have wanted to be allowed to run a fortune as I saw fit without others interfering and you have made my wish come true! Please, allow me to thank you by fulfilling my other role. That of a harem slave."

Rick smiled and swept her up in his arms. He carried her into the bed chamber. Lacey entered behind him smiling and knelt in the corner to observe and assist. As Rick carried her his head spun just a bit and he felt his body change slightly, back to how it had been. Heather looked at him and her face took on a look of submissive lust. Where she had seemed in her element in the other room and even powerful in her own way, now she seemed different somehow. Sexier, meeker, softer, obedient. Rick stopped thinking with one of his heads as he got near the bed and let the other head take over.

Heather had been a powerful woman, but Rick wasn't in the work for heavy power sex tonight. He had a sense (probably due to his earlier wish of being a great lover) that his new genie would be much more enjoyable if he took his time.