I'd like to thank everyone for your comments and votes, this has been a great experience. This is the last chapter of the Djinn in the City series, but I do have some ideas to continue the story if you all want more. Comments appreciated!
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The next morning was hectic. Fedex delivered a mass of Amazon orders in the morning, including the much-awaited electronic reader. The mattress was being delivered around noon, and some of Jack's construction friends were showing up before that to start reviewing and going over the plans.
"Want a hand?" Gin asked.
"Not really. I think there will be more talking and planning than actual work today," Jack said, pulling a 12 pack from the fridge. Off of Gin's look, Jack put his hands up in defense. "Hey, this'll just get the creative juices flowing. But if you were up there I would have some distracted guys, I think." Gin was wearing cut-off jeans and a tee shirt and was looking delectable. After their furious bout of anal sex in the afternoon, they made gentle love after the movie, Jack passing out between Gin's soft thighs. That morning Gin had once again woken him with a fantastic blowjob. Jack was worried his wish to have fantastic sex with her for the rest of his life might actually kill him. How ironic! "Don't sweat it, you'll get to meet all these guys soon enough, alright?"
"Of course Jack. Maybe I'll see what Stacy's doing," she said, grabbing the spare key and heading down the hallway and knocking on Stacy's door as Jack headed upstairs.
"Ginny! Hi, what's up?"
"Nothing really. Jack is busy working upstairs and I was wondering if I could sit with you a moment?"
"C'mon in girl, of course, jeez," Stacy said pulling the shorter woman inside. "You're not helping?"
"Jack said I would distract the guys?" This got a full-throated laugh from Stacy.
"Yeah, that could be a danger... I mean do you even own a bra?" Stacy said, indicating Gin's outfit. "Hey, don't get me wrong, I go without a lot too, but I don't have a set of tits like yours," Stacy said, indicating her smaller chest. Stacy had a classic model's body, tall and slim.
"I... I just don't really need one, I guess. Is it that distracting?" Gin asked, looking down at her chest.
"Ugh, quit playing. I'm already jealous enough." Stacy said, going to the fridge.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, coming around the counter to face the taller woman. Stacy looked sheepish for a moment, then broke into an embarrassed smile.
"Okay, don't hate me. But yesterday after we got back from looking at real estate, I was a sweaty mess. So I went to take a quick shower," Stacy explained, leading Gin to her bathroom. "And I... heard you."
"Heard me what?" Gin asked, confused.
"Well, so here's the window," she said, getting in the tub and pointing at it. The window was indeed right in the shower, but the small frosted glass didn't allow prying eyes in. "And just over there..." she pointed, directing Gin's eyes to another window in the same building, "is Jack's window."
"Oh. Oh!" Gin said, figuring it out. "So you heard... us."
"Yeah," Stacy said, a mischievous look in her eye. "You were, uh, noisy." Gin blushed crimson and Stacy touched her arm in support. "Hey! Nothing to be embarrassed about! Seriously! I just was a little..."
"Jealous, you said?" Gin asked, her embarrassment fading.
"Well, shit. What can I say? It's been a while since I've been fucked like that. I thought he was killing you or something in there," Stacy said, grinning slyly. "Well actually, I've never been fucked quite like that, if you know what I mean."
"Oh?" Gin asked. Talking about the amazing sex from the day before was getting her a little hot. "Why not?"
"I dunno, never really trusted a guy to do it, I guess. It didn't hurt?"
"Not really. There's a little pain, but Jack was very slow and gentle," Gin said, leaning against the shower wall. "Was I very loud?" she asked, grinning. Stacy laughed.
"At first not so bad, I could hear you moaning and stuff. But I guess... When he put it in? You went crazy. I was a little shocked, actually. Was it always that good?" Gin paused, as if to think on it, remembering that Stacy thought that she was an old girlfriend of Jack's.
"I'm not sure. That was a long time ago." Something occurred to her. "So... You just listened to us as you stood here showering?"
"Well..." Stacy hedged, and now it was her turn to blush, "c'mon, it was fuckin' hot. You could work in phone sex with that mouth of yours." The two girls laughed. "Sorry."
"What for?"
"For dumping my shit-sex-life problems on you. My best orgasm in three months was from listening to you getting it in the ass. I'm depraved," Stacy laughed, but Gin could tell that there was real pain there.
"Well then I'm glad I could help," Gin said lightly, trying to break the mood. "You want to go out for a walk? I feel like I've been cooped up for the past few days. I want to see the neighborhood." This was true: Ginny hadn't left the apartment since their trip to O'Reilly's.
"Uh, sure, why not. Wanna go shopping? There's a second hand store over on 54th that's good. Go ask Jack if he'll bankroll us," Stacy said as she left the bathroom, laughing.
"See you in a minute," Gin said, leaving the apartment and heading upstairs. She pushed open the door to 6B to find Jack holding court with three men, clearly his construction friends.
"Gin! Hi, uh, guys, this is my... Assistant, Ginny, Ginny Powers. Gin, this is Steve, Stosh and Kyle, they're going to be helping me get this apartment ready."
"It's very nice to meet you," she said to the men. For their part, they seemed struck dumb.
"What's the matter?" Jack asked, stepping closer.
"Stacy and I are going shopping. She suggested you could bankroll us." Jack laughed.
"Yeah sure, here," he said, handing her his debit card. He leaned closer and whispered, "When it comes time to pay, just slide this card through the... You know what, just give it to Stacy."
"Thanks Master," she whispered back. "It was nice to meet all of you," she said to the group before turning on her heel and leaving.
"Fucking hell Jack," Stosh said, "where've you been hiding her?"
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The next month was probably the busiest of Jack's life. Mr. Antanopolis was even quicker than he had said, and Jack was the proud owner of a six story building with 14 tenants, including Stacy and Ginny. But that was only the first of six real estate purchases he was in the middle of all over town, and Jack had a full schedule of inspections, meetings, document signings and closings. It would probably be another few months until it was all said and done, but everything was going according to schedule.
Jack's move up to 6B was complete, and he reveled in the bigger place. The kitchen was still a gutted mess and the bathroom was only half finished, but again everything was at least going to schedule. After Jack offered to pay for their move to Arizona, the Chows had agreed to move a month earlier, and it was only a few more days before Jack could start knocking walls down. Which he was itching to do.
Jack had started taking a course in restaurant management, going three nights a week to a culinary school in the city, and he was scheduled to start taking a bartending course there soon as well. At the same time, at Stacy's urging, he had started seeing a personal trainer a couple of times a week. Between his class schedule, his training sessions and his business responsibilities, Jack was always running from one thing to the other.
And he couldn't have done any of it without Ginny's help. She was able to keep his schedule straight and was always just a phone call away now that Jack had given her a cell phone of her own. Whatever she might have lacked in general knowledge she made up for with a sharp mind, quick wit, and excellent planning skills. It turned out her job as his personal assistant wasn't going to be such a sham after all.
Her education continued at a rapid pace. Her reading speed was astounding, and Jack figured she had read upwards of 250 books in the month. She never had to ask a question more than once, and had even started explaining things to Jack that he didn't understand. Their nightly movies had become a tradition, with Jack trying to leaven the heavy diet of classics with some fun guy movies and other favorites. They would snuggle up on the new couch and enjoy them on his new enormous 65 inch flat screen tv.
Not to mention the fact that the sex continued to be mind blowing, toe curlingly good. Jack loved the money, but he was starting to think that sleeping with Gin every day was the best wish he made. They made passionate love every night, and many days, always pushing each other to the absolute limit of pleasure. And on the rare night that Jack was just too tired, Gin woke him with a fantastic blowjob the next morning, which frequently led to 69ing and even more sex. Jack couldn't get enough of her.
Most nights she slept with him in 6B, but occasionally Jack would come down to the studio and sleep with her there. The studio was now Gin's apartment, despite her claims that she didn't require a place to live. Jack insisted, saying it would help as a cover for her. Gin had even gone about decorating the place, something a genie should never have had to do, and even let Jack buy her clothing and furniture.
"Gin, if you're gonna live in this world, you've got to live by some rules," Jack said as he put up a picture Gin had selected. Her design tastes were a little odd, but the place already was better looking than when Jack lived there. "If you don't have a place of your own, people will think you're my live-in slut or something."
"Mm, there's an idea," Gin said, sliding her hand easily into his pants, already finding him half-hard. "So this way, I'm your downstairs slut?"
"Gin, please don't do that while I'm, mm, trying to hang something straight?" Jack pleaded, hammering the picture hook into the wall quickly. As he worked, Gin quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock into her mouth. Jack kept working, not letting Gin's antics distract him. He hammered the second nail in as Gin took him deep, holding his cock in her throat, her tongue sliding out to tease his balls. Jack groaned but soldiered on, hanging the picture and checking that it was level.
"Mm, good work Master. I want the next picture over there," she said, pointing over the bed.
"Where?" Jack asked, pushing his pants off.
"Over here," Gin said, crawling onto the bed on all fours. At some point she had lost her pants, and now she pulled her shirt up to reveal her round ass. Jack groaned as he saw the base of the butt plug sticking out between her cheeks. "I want it right here," she said again, lowering her chest to the bed and spreading her pussy wide.
