Claire sat alone in her office, the remaining staff all having left a few minutes prior. A single tear of frustration ran down her face and was caught by her silk blouse. She sat up, took a deep breath and decided she would use her visitor tonight and everything would be okay.
Work wasn't always so bad for Claire but since the new manager took the helm it wasn't a question of 'if' she would be stressed by 5pm but more a case of 'how much'.
Picture an inexperienced and hotheaded jerk who only got the position because he was married to the CEO's sister, throw in the fact he was drunk half the time and thought shouting was a good managerial quality and that was the tip of how her office was ran.
Claire did her best to do her job and avoid most of it but when 5 out of 8 people want things done completely wrong then shout when things go bad it made for an unpleasant work week.
This week had been especially bad, one of their major accounts was mishandled and was talking about leaving so everyone was on edge trying to keep them on board.
Mondays were always rough but Claire managed to stay focused but when Tuesday was worse she decided her Bad Day Genie would be paying her a visit when she got home.
Her drive home was uneventful, her husband always got home around 10pm with it being a bowling night so it gave her the full 3 hours with 1 to spare with her genie. As she ran her bath she recalled how she'd became so lucky to have it and smiled as she remembered.
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"I said, may I join you?"
Claire looked up at the woman talking to her, a tall, pretty brunette in an expensive business suit.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I was a little lost there, please do!" Claire replied.
"You look like you could use another of those, can I buy you one?"
Said the woman, gesturing to Claire's empty Martini glass as she sat at her table.
"Um, okay, Thank you. I'm Claire." she replied, holding out her hand.
"I'm Louise, nice to meet you."
Claire's drink arrived and almost downed it in one, only stopping when she remembered she was now in company.
"I hope you don't mind me being so forward but you've had a pretty rough week haven't you?" Said Louise, her smile never leaving her face.
"Yes, but fuck it, by the time I get home I'll be too drunk to care and tomorrow I'll have a hangover so who cares." Claire smiled back trying to let the hell week she'd just had slip away into her haze.
"Well I'll drink to that with you. Waiter, another round please and put them all on my tab." Said Louise, catching the waiter as he walked by.
When she'd finished her 4th drink Louise received a text and called for her check.
"I'm so sorry but I must leave. Before I do, I must ask you a question, do you believe in magic Claire?" She asked, her face a little more serious.
"I suppose, long as it doesn't hurt in the morning! Where is this going?"
Before she replied, Louise took a small glass vial from her bag and placed it in Claire's hand then gave her a business card with an address.
"When you get home and you are alone for at least a few hours, fold this up in the panties you are wearing and step on it, breaking the glass then throw the panties away. The man you want, tall, broad shoulders, Scottish accent, strong, will appear for you and will do whatever you want to help make your bad day melt away. He will disappear after your time is up so make good use of him." Said Louise, her face completely serious.
"How did you know what I want?" Said Claire.
"Answers when you come and see me on Sunday, this one is on me, we'll talk more then."
Louise paid the check and left, getting into a waiting car and was gone. Claire looked at the small bottle in her hand, (it reminded her of the plastic single use eye drop vials but a little bigger), the liquid inside a clear pink and put it in her bag.
She had set the security system to home and had almost forgot about the vial as she ran her bath but curiosity was pulling on her mind and she took it from her bag. She was already in just her panties so she slid them off, put her heels back on then folded the vial up neatly in her underwear then stepped on it on her bathroom floor. No sooner had she threw the panties in the trash, a man appeared in the bathroom doorway, Claire almost leaped out of her skin.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you but you summoned me." he said in a strong Scottish accent.
Claire was in shock. She had a man in her mind, not to replace her husband but just to please her, to satisfy her and to wander in her mind as she masturbated. He would be tall, muscular, handsome and well, he was now standing in her bathroom.
"I, fuck, I thought this would be some aromatherapy crap and Louise would try sell me perfume or something but you're really real?" She said, looking him up and down.
"I'm real for the next three hours, would you like me to wash your hair and your back?" he said with a smile.
"Uh, sure, yes, Okay." Claire didn't really comprehend she was stood wearing only heels in front of a man who wore only a pair of shorts.
She stepped out of her heels and got into her warm bath, relaxed as the man wet her hair then gently massaged her shampoo into her scalp. His hands felt better than the woman at the salon ever did and when she was finally rinsed her stress was already starting to melt. His strong hands gripped her shoulders and gently rubbed but he stopped just as it started feeling good.
"You'll need a massage, there's too much tension here to do in the bath, let me wash your back." He said.
Claire closed her eyes as he gently washed her shoulders, then her back with her sponge then leaned back as her gently soaped her breasts. Her nipples hardened as he rinsed the soap from them but he stopped before going any further.
"Finish up then get dried, I'll set up your table. Your hair will be fine in a towel."
Claire didn't bother asking how he knew she had a massage table, did as she was asked and smiled as she walked in her room, her favorite candle burning already and the oil warmer turned on. The man unwrapped her from her bath towel and helped her lay face down on her table.
