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mean, ya... I mean... Who...? Where... Where did you come from?” Rick stuttered, completely overwhelmed by her beauty and surprised entrance.
     
    “From the bottle, silly, and thank you so much for freeing me! I have been trapped in there for so many long years. I was honestly beginning to wonder if I would ever have a new master,” she eagerly explained.
     
    As Jizzy spoke, she appeared full of life and overly spirited, like a cheerleader, and Rick noticed that she nodded her head a lot and smiled almost constantly. Rick got the immediate impression that she seemed not only happy to be free, but genuinely happy to be talking to someone else too. Blinking his eyes several times, Rick then reflexively placed his hand on his stomach and bent over, cringing.
     
    “It must have been those antacid tablets,” he grumbled, remembering the pink little pills he had taken only a few minutes before. “They must have been out of date.”
     
    As Rick quickly rushed past his guest to the plastic bottle of antacid tablets still on his kitchen counter where he had left them, Jizzy stepped aside, looked confused, and tilted her head in question, curiously watching him.
     
    “Antacid tablets?”
     
    “Yes, I better call a poison control center,” Rick noted, snatching up the bottle. “This is like a really bad trip... or a really good trip, like LSD, you know. No offense or anything, but hot-ass genies just don't come popping out of bottles in reality... Wait! These are still good for six months...?!”
     
    “Oh, thank you so very much for the compliment, Master!” Jizzy brightly replied, and then she winked back at him. “I think you're kind of cute too.”
     
    “Wait!” Rick shouted suddenly, his eyes bulging. “You're... You're real?!”
     
    “Last time I checked!” she almost yelled out and then laughed again, a merry sound.
     
    Jizzy was so excited, as she answered him, she hopped up and down, and the bells on her ankles and along her revealing outfit freely jingled and her tits bounced underneath her top.
     
    “Oh... my... god!” Rick breathed, staring at her in wonder.
     
    “Oh, god had very little to do with this, Master. He is much too busy maintaining this wonderful framework of reality. It is an all-consuming job,” Jizzy explained with a serious expression.
     
    “How...?” Rick asked, turning and looking out onto his dark balcony outside his sliding glass door. “How did you... or your bottle, end up on my porch?”
     
    “I don't know?” Jizzy happily answered, shrugging her shoulders and, when she giggled, he watched the muscles of her toned tummy strain.
     
    “Why? Why do you keep calling me master?” Rick asked, his eyebrows arched, still trying to wrap his head around exactly what was happening.
     
    “Because you are! You set me free, so you are my new master! I will do whatever you please and will fulfill all your wishes!” she eagerly explained, throwing her slender arms into the air.
     
    “All... my wishes?” Rick asked, blinking his eyes multiple times and shaking his head.
     
    “Yep, your wish is my command, as they say. What can I do for you first, Master?”
     
    “Wait! This can't be happening! Hold on here! Did you sneak into my place or something when I was at work? Are you one of those... singing telegram people or something? Did the guys buy you to play this... this little role here?” Rick rambled off, leaning against his countertops for support.
     
    “Little role?” Jizzy asked, her face thoughtful.
     
    “Ya, like are you a,... a you know, a prostitute or something? Not that there is anything wrong with that! But, uh, did Andrew or Mike put you up to this?” Rick asked, cringing and not wanting to offend her.
     
    “Oh, a prostitute! Yay! You have a dirty mind, Master. If you'd like, we can have sweaty sex right now! I've been locked away in my bottle for so long, my fingers only bring me so much pleasure, it would be absolutely wonderful to have a nice