Wish/Matthew/Store/FamilyRR
You would really like the chance to see the pretty young jinni naked, so the obvious answer is the family restroom in the Walmart. You've been lusting after Allorah since you first carried her from your burning house; luckily you've gotten pretty good at hiding your tendencies.
"Why don't you pick out one of your new outfits," you say to Allorah, "and we can take it to the bathroom for you to change before we go eat . . . I guess lunch? I'm usually asleep by now. I generally work nights. I needed stores to be opened for a cleaning job the size I was taking on, so . . . I'm rambling. I'll shut up now."
Allorah giggles then starts picking out some clothes. She chooses a pair of black denim jeans, pink high-top basketball shoes, a pink tutu, a t-shirt with Tinker Bell in a defiant pose, and a pair of panties with a heart right on the crotch that you were surprised that the store would even carry. "I like these," she says confidently.
"That's actually a pretty puck rock selection," you say, "I approve."
"I have no idea what punk rock is," she says.
"Oh, I'll see to your punk rock education later. Let me grab a change of clothes . . . and off we go." You take her to the back of the store with your selections . . . and the receipt of course . . . and stop outside the bathroom. "Ummm," you say nervously, "did you want me to wait outside or . . . "
"Why would you wait outside?" she asks. "Then you couldn't help me put on these strange garments."
"I do like being helpful," you say as you open the bathroom door for her. Once you are both inside, you lock the door; and by the time you turn around she is almost naked. You feel your cheeks flush and you cock swell looking at her barely budding body. You drop your clothes, which brings you back to your senses, but also attracts Allorah's attention.
"You could always command me to have sex with you," she says coyly.
"Why on Earth would I ever do that?" you ask, a bit more harshly than you intended.
"I thought- Just the way you've been looking at me . . . and how you reacted just now. I thought you - but I guess - " she rambles. She seems embarrassed, nervous, and sad; three states you did not intend for her to be in.
"No, no, no," you say, attempting to be reassuring, "you are misunderstanding me. I find you tremendously attractive. I want nothing more than to make love to you for hours on end; but I would never command you to do anything like that. It's your choice what you do with your body. I have no right to it. You have to grant me that right."
"But," she says softly, "you're my master. That means you own me. You can have any seven things you want from me, provide I am capable of giving them. You do have the right to my body."
"I don't condone slavery . . . unless it is between two willing parties."
"Willing parties?" she asks, with one eyebrow raised.
"Yes, there is a whole sub-culture of people who engage in dominance and submission, bondage and discipline, and/or sadomasochism. It isn't really my scene, but I learned a lot about it for a girl I thought about being with at one time. I found out that it didn't work for me because causing pain, even when the other person wanted it, was a total turn-off for me. In that same vane, I can't bring myself to be with someone who doesn't undeniably consent to . . . you know . . . "
"Fuck you?" she asks with a smirk. Those words coming from her child's mouth makes you even more aroused.
"Yeah," you say, a bit nervously, "it has to be mutual."
"So," she says as she runs her hands slowly down her body, "you like what you see." You find yourself nodding. "You want me for your own." She states it as fact, and you can only nod. "But you aren't going to do anything until I say you can?"
"Y-yes?" you reply.
"Okay," she says with a sense of finality, "then I guess you can help me figure out these clothes . . . especially this tutu."
You spend some time helping her dress, which just makes you more sexually frustrated . . . as well as more desirous of the little jinni. You change your clothes as well, and you swear she's checking you out, but every time you look at her she seems otherwise distracted. You adjust your hard on, which due to its, apparently average, size isn't too difficult. You always thought you were on the small size, but apparently 5" is average. Soon you are out of the restroom and on your way to the car. Someone tries to call you on the way out, but looking at your smartwatch you don't recognize the number, so you deny the call.
"So," you say as you walk, "what do you want to eat?"
"Hmm," she replies, "baba ghanoush, or falafel - no shwarma."
"Oh . . . uh . . . we're in the middle of nowhere. There aren't any middle eastern restaurants in this little town. Let me see about the closest town of any size." You pull out your phone. "Hey Google," you say and wait for the tone, "what is the nearest middle eastern restaurant in my area."
"I found these restaurants," replies Google, the results leaping to your screen.
"Let's see . . . there is an Indian place in the next town over, that's about thirty minutes from here . . . if we want an Arabic restaurant it looks like we'll have to go to Indianapolis . . . that's like two and a half, three hours away. Locally we have Chinese, Mexican, a Steakhouse, and various fast food choices. What would you like to do, Allorah?"
"Ummm, why don't you choose?" she says.
"Well, you're the guest . . . " you say.
". . . and I say that you should choose."
"Alright then, I choose . . . "
What restaurant do you choose?
- The Arabic restaurant in Indy 3 hour trip
- The Indian restaurant one town over 1/2 hour trip
- The local Chinese restaurant
- The local Mexican restaurant
- The local Steakhouse
- The local Pizza Hut
- The local Arby's
- The local McDonald's
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| Dexterity: | 5 | Speed: | 6 | Stamina: | 9 |
| Health: 84% | |||||
| Perception: | 10 | Knowledge: | 15 | Willpower: | 10 |
| Logic: | 11 | Wit: | 13 | Focus: | 11 |
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| Empathy: | 5 | Presence: | 7 | Confidence: | 10 |
| Charisma: | 5 | Rapport: | 6 | Influence: | 8 |
| Sanity: 34% | |||||