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Tony Nelson stared at his commanding officer. “Sir?”
“Oh, don’t get nervous. Have a seat.” He motioned the astronaut towards a chair. “Porter’s gone off the rails again. She filed a complaint against your partner, too.”
“Roger?”
Bellows nodded. “She charged the pair of you with disrespect, disobedience, and intentionally corrupting the experiment. For all I know, she’s still filing charges. Did you do any of those things?”
“No, sir! Of course not!”
Bellows smiled and shrugged. “Good enough for me. Any idea what happened with the lifeboat?”
“No, sir. I think it’s a software issue.”
“How so?”
Tony answered, “There’s just nothing to do on the lifeboat. There’s only one button that can launch it, and that was tagged out. The button has a hole through it and a safety tag was threaded through it. You can’t push the button without removing the tag. I couldn’t even cover it up, sir. Once you push the button, it doesn’t push back out. It stays pushed in and can’t be pulled out without tools. I couldn’t punch the button and launch it.”
Bellows nodded. “One of our engineers said the same thing. “Well, don’t worry about it. The lifeboat will be back here in a few days, and we are going to dissect it. They’re also going over the software code in the system. I want you to go home and take a couple of days off, and then write up a report on what happened and what you did. Somebody will contact you and do a debrief. We’ll do the same thing when Captain Healey returns.”
“Roger’s coming back?” Prior to the launch of the lifeboat, Roger and Tony had been scheduled to spend another four weeks on the space station.
“Porter wants him gone. We’ve got another personnel and cargo launch coming up in a week. Once it gets up there, Roger’s coming home on an immediate return flight.” Tony rolled his eyes and Bellows shrugged. “Don’t sweat it, Captain. Go home. Have a drink or two. Get some rest. I’ll call you next week.”
“Yes, sir.” Tony came to attention and saluted, then turned and grabbed the rucksack he had been carrying since leaving the desert island. He caught a lift to the parking lot where he had left his car and took off. He was at his home in Cocoa Beach half an hour later.
Tony headed inside and looked around his living room. The house wasn’t large, but it was sufficient for a man who lived alone and spent long periods of time away, either in training or in space. He walked over to the thermostat and turned it down to a comfortable level and then went into his bedroom. Tossing the rucksack on his dresser, he went into the bathroom and stripped down. A long shower and a fresh shave left him feeling a lot better, and the air conditioning had cooled the house. Tony wrapped his towel around his waist and went back into the bedroom to dress.
Tony pulled some briefs out of the top drawer of the dresser, and his eyes went to the rucksack. He’d been carrying it around for three days but hadn’t had a chance to open it and retrieve the bottle. He opened it and emptied it on the bed. The clothing, the spare underwear and socks and the dirty flight suit were tossed into a pile for cleaning; the rucksack itself was tossed towards the closet. That left him staring at the crystal bottle. He twisted the stopper and pulled it off.
Like before, pink smoke poured out of the bottle, coalescing into the scantily clad beautiful blonde djinni. Jeannie was kneeling and she lowered her head to the carpet and then moved upright, sitting back on her heels. “Master, thank you for letting me free again.” She looked around the room. “Master, where are we?”
“My bedroom. Welcome to Cocoa Beach.”
“Your bedchamber. I understand, Master.” Jeannie immediately reached out and tugged the towel around her master’s waist open, and then moved forward. She took his limp dick into her mouth and began licking and sucking.
Tony had only been expecting to talk to Jeannie but wasn’t going to stop this surprising event. Within seconds the djinni had him at a full erection and was bobbing her head furiously as her hands stroked his shaft and caressed his sac. “Oh my God!” he moaned lowly as she took him to the brink. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” he begged as he ran his fingers through her golden locks.
Jeannie redoubled her efforts suctioning the cock that was so deeply in her mouth. She continued as Tony gasped and climaxed, his spasming cock spewing cum into her mouth. She took as much pleasure as he did, and her lubrication moistened her thighs as she orgasmed, too. When she had finally swallowed all that Tony could spurt and his cock had softened, she pulled back and looked up at him. “Thank you, Master! I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did!”
Tony took a deep breath and smiled. “Yeah, I enjoyed that, I definitely enjoyed that.”
“How do you want me now, Master?” she asked.
Her master blinked and shook his head. “Uh, on your feet, actually.” He reached down and helped her to her feet.
“What position is that, Master?”
Tony smiled. “That would be the position of getting dressed and ordering a pizza for dinner.”
“Oh.” Jeannie frowned for a moment as she realized another bout of sex wasn’t immediately forthcoming. “What is a pizza?”
Tony laughed. “Dinner! I’m starving. Are you hungry? Do genies even get hungry?”
She nodded. “Yes, Master, we have all the same feelings as other people, but ours are magnified by what our masters feel. When you are happy, we are very happy. When you are sad, we are very sad.”
Tony pulled on his briefs and then pulled a pair of shorts from the dresser. “So earlier, when you were making me very happy...”
She smiled. “Yes, Master, when you came, so did I, even harder! Please, take me, Master. I can’t imagine how good it will be now!”
He snorted out a laugh. “After dinner.” He pulled a short-sleeved beach shirt from the closet and walked out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.
Jeannie followed. “Master, what sort of palace is this? It seems very small.”
“We don’t have palaces.”
Jeannie followed him, confused. “No palace, Master? Where do the servants sleep?”
“Uh, we really don’t have servants,” replied Tony.
“No servants? What about the slaves?” she asked, following him down the hall and into the kitchen.
“No slaves, either. We don’t have slavery here.”
“Who does the work then?”
Tony laughed. “You’re looking at him.”
“Where do the dancing girls and courtesans sleep?”
The laughter got even louder at that. “No dancing girls or courtesans.”
“What about your concubines and wives?”
Tony just laughed and shook his head. He pulled a flyer off the refrigerator and called the number for Santorusco’s Pizzeria. “Hi. I want to order a large pizza and some wings ... hold on...” He covered the phone with his hand and asked, “You got any preferences on the pizza?”
“What is a pizza?”
Tony smiled and said into the phone, “Pepperoni and sliced sausage. Hot wings, too, but not the atomic wings. Thanks.” He gave the address and hung up. To Jeannie he said, “Half an hour.”
“What sort of palace is this, Master? Where are the parlors and salons, the dining halls, the dance halls? Where are the musicians?”
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