AnnoyedGenie

When Maria found the lamp, it was in a pawn shop priced at $7.50. It didn't really look like much; it was fairly traditional as far as genie lamps went, she thought, resembling a very small, shallow watering can with a lid. The brass was tarnished black in places and dented in others, but she knew the moment she laid eyes on it that it was magical. She knew with more than just a gullible dreamer's certainty that her wishes could come true. She knew what that gullible certainty felt like (spending the night in a cold barn waiting for aliens to take her to Utopia; giving her last dime to a homeless man because he said he was an angel; letting h

WARNING: This story contains the F-word, copious amounts of consumed food, and some softcore vore. If any of these things offend you, turn back now. "Rebecca," the man said. His voice was somewhere between longing and anger, with a dash of vicious joy. His finger stabbed at the photograph in his hand, pointing out the image of striking blonde in a black cocktail dress. She stood at least a foot taller than the man himself, if the angle of the photograph was any judge; and though her arm was draped casually about his neck, her eyes were fixed on a handsome waiter whose path had accidentally led him into frame. "Greedy bitch," the man spat, a