All Chapters of Naughty Genie: Pleasing My Master (Book complete): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Forty five minutes, three orgasms, two soaking towels, and one tickle war later, the young couple finally made their way out of the shower and back to Stephen's room to get dressed. Stephen had already changed into a fresh pair of boxers, and a new clean tank top, and picked up the shirt from earlier to put on, as well as a pair of shorts. Grace still wore her towel, casually wrapped around her torso, before dropping it completely in front of Stephen's full length mirror. The sight of Grace's nude body never failed to grasp Stephen's attention. As she pondered her choice of wardrobe for the day, his eyes drifted over every inch of succulent, creamy skin. Within moments, Grace was completely clothed, having chosen a chaste hunter green blouse to go with a pair of light blue jean shorts that perfectly framed her ass. "Like it?" She asked, as she held her hands out and faced him. Stephen nodded, hungrily, enjoying the view.

"What's up, buddy?" Stephen called out, strolling up to his friend. "Hey Stephen, what's going on? You working right now?" Miguel asked, popping up and setting his box on the ground. His eyes noticed Grace immediately, and they began to slightly bulge out of his head upon taking in her breathtaking features. "Nah, I'm just picking up my check, but I'll be back in later for the closing shift." "Oh, cool," replied Miguel, while still looking at Grace. His eyes finally drifted back over to his friend, with a single burning question heavily on his mind. "Let me introduce you to Grace Martin. She's my girlfriend," replied Stephen with a big smile. "Girlfriend?" Miguel blinked several times, before taking in a long look at Grace. "Hi Miguel! I've heard a lot about you. Really nice to meet you!" Grace hammed it up again, offering her hand for introduction.&n

"She seems like really nice," said Abby, cocking her head in one direction, and already addressing the elephant in the room. Stephen couldn't help but grin, so proud was he to have someone like Grace. "She's amazing," he replied laconically, while closing the freezer door. Abby's face, which had started with a smile, casually dropped to one of more neutral complexity. Her wheels were turning, and signs of stress were starting to show upon her pretty face. "I just can't... believe how fast it all happened. Seems it was just a few days ago that you asked me out," she said, quietly. "Yeah, it happened rather, quickly," he admitted, his face turning slightly red at the memory of her rejection. "Listen, Stephen, I just... wanted to say that I'm.. sorry," she blurted out, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. "Sorry? What are you sorry for?" 

Reaching his car, Stephen sat down behind the wheel, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. Once Grace noticed that he hadn't started the car, she turned to look at him. "Thinking again?" Stephen's face made several micro movements before the words came out, "I don't know what to do about that." "About what? About applying for the manager job?" "Yeah. I don't think I'm qualified enough to do it. I think Eric is just being nice about it, and I don't think I'd actually be able to get the job." Grace reached out to touch his thigh, "Babe, he practically told you if you applied, you'd get the job." "Sure, but it couldn't be that easy, though, right?" Grace shrugged her shoulders, "For all we know, it could be." "Hmm," mumbled Stephen, looking out the side window. "Would you like the job?" Stephen's

"Is this real?" He croaked, still looking around. "Mr. Willow? Are you okay?" Grace caught his attention once more, still wearing that shy smile. "It's okay, Master. Just go with the fantasy," her words imprinted on his mind, letting him relax a little more. It was enough to catch his breath and begin to play along in return. "Err yes," he responded finally, fiddling with something on his desk. "I had just forgotten that your interview was right now." "Oh my gosh, do I have the right time?" She asked, looking down to the watch on her wrist. "I thought our interview was at 1 pm!" Her playful nervousness was equal parts endearing and arousing. "Yes, it is. I just lost track of time. Please sit down, Ms..?" "Ms. Martin," Grace smiled, coyly, before coming over to his chair and sitting down right on his lap. "Ms. Martin?" Stephen asked, looki