intriguess
sexual catalyst
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Jake picked up the old lamp in the grungy little store, and looked at the price tag. He was irked that it said, serious inquiries only. He looked for a made in China mark, and finding none he decided to ask the grubby merchant what he wanted for it.
"Ah I see you have a good eye, for you $200 cash only." Rich would be glad to get that pesky thing off his hands, it had only caused him trouble. He had wished to be Filthy Rich, and he woke up a camel dung salesman named Rich. He'd worked his way back to America, but no matter what he did, he always smelled faintly of dung.
Whoever said genies didn't have a sense of humor, had obviously never met one.
"Cash?" Jake protested he didn't carry that kind of money on him.
The grubby merchant yanked the lamp from his hands and said, "Cash only."
Jake felt a surge of indignation and pulled out his wallet and begin counting out $127. "$100 I'll need cash for a cab and lunch."
The grubby hand swiped his cash away rapidly, removed the tag from the lamp, and thrust it back into his hands. "Fine, go, it's yours, I never want to see it, or you again."
Jake should have been more suspicious but as he took the cab home, he wondered what had ever prompted his purchase. He was eating pizza when he decided to clean up the lamp, using an old (but clean) pair of underwear to rub away the grime that had accumulated on the lamp.
Poof, his apartment filled with what had to be a hallucinogenic green smoke, and when it cleared the hottest woman he'd ever seen was standing in the middle of the room, she was wearing a filmy garment that only made her body look more desirable. Her hair was jet black, her eyes were green like the smoke, and her skin was impossible dark. Like a babe carved from ebony.
She bowed, her long luxurious pony tail bobbing along her back as she greeted him, "Hello master, your wish is my command."
"Ah I see you have a good eye, for you $200 cash only." Rich would be glad to get that pesky thing off his hands, it had only caused him trouble. He had wished to be Filthy Rich, and he woke up a camel dung salesman named Rich. He'd worked his way back to America, but no matter what he did, he always smelled faintly of dung.
Whoever said genies didn't have a sense of humor, had obviously never met one.
"Cash?" Jake protested he didn't carry that kind of money on him.
The grubby merchant yanked the lamp from his hands and said, "Cash only."
Jake felt a surge of indignation and pulled out his wallet and begin counting out $127. "$100 I'll need cash for a cab and lunch."
The grubby hand swiped his cash away rapidly, removed the tag from the lamp, and thrust it back into his hands. "Fine, go, it's yours, I never want to see it, or you again."
Jake should have been more suspicious but as he took the cab home, he wondered what had ever prompted his purchase. He was eating pizza when he decided to clean up the lamp, using an old (but clean) pair of underwear to rub away the grime that had accumulated on the lamp.
Poof, his apartment filled with what had to be a hallucinogenic green smoke, and when it cleared the hottest woman he'd ever seen was standing in the middle of the room, she was wearing a filmy garment that only made her body look more desirable. Her hair was jet black, her eyes were green like the smoke, and her skin was impossible dark. Like a babe carved from ebony.
She bowed, her long luxurious pony tail bobbing along her back as she greeted him, "Hello master, your wish is my command."
