Notice: Though there are no scenes of it in this segment, the story has sister/sister incest as a major theme
Thanks again to readers and especially those who rate and comment on the stories.
I should note that I've been doing a lot of writing and this will easily be a novel-length story given the various plot points planned out. Hopefully the releases of chapters will be fairly regular.
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Even with her nap, Jaya had no problem getting to bed early, and it didn't hurt that the genie snuggled up behind her; the feel of her chest against Jaya's back and the gentle caresses and soft rubbing of her hands seemed to lull Jaya to sleep much faster than any drug or white noise ever had.
She woke at 5:00am, earlier than she'd ever got up without some kind of alarm, but it worked perfect for her plan. She roused the genie and got down to some wishing.
Consulting with the genie, she was able to secure a reasonably concealing outfit, if a bit more form-fitting than Jaya would have opted for herself, but titillation was required if they didn't want to drain her energy. Jaya also helped genie through understanding the concept of a pre-paid debit card. There were a number of theoretically sexual uses for that but apparently it was too generic so they had to make do with a small total on the card to avoid tapping the genie out. To take advantage of whatever energy she could regain, and to avoid drawing too much attention, Jaya had the genie return to her bottle.
Jaya also took the rather extreme step of shaving her head. She knew police relied more on facial recognition these days but she was hoping she hadn't reached Most Wanted status just for taking an artifact that everyone agreed wasn't worth much (little did they know). If they were looking for her with long hair, the new buzz cut she sported should help throw off casual searchers.
She checked out of the hotel (Jaya winking conspiratorially with the clerk who seemed overly interested in making sure they'd gotten everything they needed) and went to a shopping center in one of the nearby buildings. It took some searching but she found somewhere that would rent her a notebook computer, though it required her to nearly drain the debit card. From there, she found a coffee shop, spent the rest of the card on a fruity drink since for the first time in her life she didn't feel the need for a caffeine boost, then started investigating the "sugar daddy" phenomenon.
Several hours later as the shop started bursting at the seams from the multitude of people stopping off for breakfast and/or coffee on their way to work, Jaya was deep into fascination at the culture her searching revealed to her. Some of the girls cultivated a small group of lower paying "daddies" while others focused on one man who provided more for them. Also it seemed very few of them did live-in arrangements, but many admitted they'd been asked.
Jaya knew, with her plan, that she'd be able to snag whoever she wanted; she was going to offer them much more than most of the other girls who would even sign up to the sites she'd seen. One wish and she was browsing around with an account that somehow granted her access without actually posting any information about her on the site. However, the profiles were often frustratingly thin, with many men only posting their location, a picture, and their rate, along with a few of the bare-bones fields the site required. Needing extra help, Jaya quickly ducked into the bathroom and briefly had the genie manifest with her in a stall.
"Genie, if I wish for the ability to know more about someone from the site, would that work?"
"I...well it wouldn't be outside the sphere of my primary abilities, Mistress; you
are
looking for a man you'll be sleeping with. But I can't say how it will happen. With my previous experience one of my master's spies would suddenly give them a report. I assume you do not have a spy network running around the city."
"Wouldn't that be useful," Jaya muttered, "Fine, talk to you in a bit."
The genie did her disappearing act back into the bottle and Jaya returned to her rented laptop.
"I wish to know more about this man," she said while holding the bottle.
She made the wish while looking at the profile of Trevor Mondrian. It revealed very little about him other than his over six foot height, weight of 189lbs, a few pictures clearly taken professionally of him in a white turtleneck and sport jacket, then one of him with pants and a button-down shirt, about half buttoned. His preferences for a partner were limited to the categories provided by the web site (with a disclaimer that specific details should be discussed between the parties) but for activities he'd checked off social companion, travel partner, date, housemate, and "personal (optional)" which was this site's way of classing up that he wanted to fuck them but it wasn't a deal breaker if they said no. For personal expectations he'd specified conversation, light athletics (running, biking, etc.), fashion sense (meaning he wanted them to manage their own wardrobe but make sure they matched him), and college education.
As Jaya mused about the wish she suddenly noticed a button off to the right of the screen that said "premium profile details." She didn't remember seeing it before, but she clicked on it now.
This has to be the wish,
Jaya thought as the information opened up for her. It looked like the sort of thing the CIA would request on someone.
Well, if the CIA also wanted to assess their promise as a porn actor, maybe.
In addition to more details about Trevor's body (including a note that his penis was a respectable 7 inches long and just over 2 inches wide when erect), it included information about his net worth (an eight digit number), what companies he was invested with, and his primary occupation, which was antiquities dealer, though apparently that was only in the last couple of years after selling off a major marketing company he'd started, though he was still hired there part time as a "consultant" to maintain relationships with some high-profile clients. Below the statistics was a prose description of his personality and proclivities. He apparently had a strong work ethic for someone who inherited their wealth and was rather private. At one time he'd been considered a very eligible bachelor. His first wife had been caught cheating and the prenup basically ruined her (a footnote indicated she was a blackjack dealer in Atlantic City now with a barely managed alcohol addiction), while his second wife had passed away after a very rapid but aggressive bout of cancer three years ago. A "public opinion summary" provided stated that most people expected him to just carry on with random women at this point; given his history with love and marriage everyone assumed he was done with it and was just going to enjoy the company of whatever beauties his wealth could attract. A "private opinion" note said he was mostly moved on from his late wife but wasn't looking to get emotionally invested again.
That was warning flag number one, in Jaya's mind. Warning flag two were his children. Both were adults; Richard, his oldest, was 21 and finishing up his junior year in college (he'd taken a gap year to travel). His step-daughter, Olivia, had come from his second wife and they got along well enough. He'd kept her on and they'd bonded somewhat after her mother's death but he believed she was looking to move on without them. His relationships with his children were fine, but Jaya didn't want to be the cause of a wedge between them. Conversely, she didn't want them ruining a good thing if they managed it. Apparently his children were unaware of his father's desire for a "sugar baby" and he'd never done it before, so this was likely to be a bit of a shock for them.
She closed the laptop and stood, nearly running into a uniformed officer. Jaya froze and panicked.
"You all right miss?" the female officer asked.
"Fine," Jaya responded, then brushed past her too fast. She couldn't see them as she moved, but she felt the officer and probably a few others turn and watch her as she left.
"Miss, hang on a moment!"
Jaya knew she could have just dropped a napkin or left her drink or something but she didn't care. She immediately went into a dead sprint, eliciting a shout from the people behind her. She made for a nearby row of buildings and ducked into an alley. She hoped it was a cross street of some kind but there was a fence with trash cans piled up only a few feet in. She kicked one of the trash cans, then her hand came to rest on the genie's bottle.
"I wish I was out of here," she said.
As she winced at the lack of specificity in the wish, she suddenly felt her ears pop. A breeze picked up and she had to regain her balance as her shoes sank into sand. Jaya looked around and saw they were on a beach. The nearest one she knew of was at least 20 miles outside the limits of the city. She almost absent-mindedly opened the bottle to let the genie manifest on the beach with her.
"Good guess," she told the genie.
"Given the urgency in your voice it was not hard to interpret the wish, Mistress."
The run-in with the police solidified Jaya's resolve to go through with her plan.
If they get their hands on this laptop they'll know who I was researching though. But I need a way to get in touch with him...wait, I'm being stupid.
She handed the laptop to the genie. "Throw this into the ocean."
The genie studied the computer for a second, then repositioned herself into a discus thrower's stance. She spun and threw that way as well, sending the computer hurling quite far into the ocean, spinning like a badly shaped frisbee. Her throw also sent her chest bouncing around in very distracting ways.
"Okay, that was...wow. How strong are you anyway?" Jaya asked.
"Slightly stronger than average for my build, I think is the best I can do?" the genie replied, "I do not have a good way to compare using modern examples. I could tell you I was able to carry a young camel without help but I doubt that would clear things up for you."
"No, I don't have a lot of experience with camels. One of my ancestors maybe, but that's stereotyping. And why were you carrying camels?"
The genie paused, then said, "Mistress, you recall I mentioned some of my masters had esoteric desires-"
"Okay, never mind, forget I asked. I need to make a few wishes. I wish to get a message to Trevor Mondrian indicating we're interested in meeting him. It should suggest we're very willing but we have some unusual terms to discuss. It should look like it came from that web site. There are some details-"
"I believe my powers will take care of those, Mistress."
"But you said you couldn't read my mind unless..."
"I cannot, no. My magic, particularly in fulfilling wishes, is not so constrained," the genie explained.
