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Part of me wanted to put a stop to this. But I also desperately needed to know Tanner’s secret.
“Please tell us your secret, Tanner,” I said. “No more lies.”
He nodded and took a deep breath.
Too Much Sausage - Chapter 6 – A Sexy Hunk
Sunday – September 24, 2023
Ash
“I’m a genie,” said Tanner. And according to the lie detector app, he was telling the truth.
All I could do was laugh. “Right.” Well, maybe he wasn’t a serial killer, but he was certainly a deranged loon. And a master of lies. “I’m Tanner. And I’m a big fancy genie,” I said in a deep voice.
“Is that supposed to be me? And I didn’t say I was fat...”
“I’m Tanner,” I said. “And I have a flaming genie penis.”
“Exactly.”
Gah!Couldn’t he tell that I was making fun of his lying ass? “Tanner, we’re not idiots! Genies don’t exist!”
“Yes they do. I tried to tell you the truth before, but I don’t think you took me seriously. But I figured it was for the best that you didn’t believe me because you knowing would put us all in danger.”
“Sure,” said Chastity. “I just have one follow-up question.”
“Ask me anything. I’m an open book.”
“Where do you want Ash to stand while Dr. Lyons fucks her? Do you want her to bend over the side of the table so you can get a nice view of her tits bouncing? Or would you prefer her to bendover the end of the table so you can look into her eyes as she gets impaled by his massive cock?”
“Neither. I’m telling the truth.” He made a show of looking down at the app that clearly said he wasn’t lying.
“Then prove it,” said Chastity. “Do some genie magic.”
Ha. This should be good.
“I would, but I actually lost my magic privileges yesterday. Using magic to interfere with mortal athletic competitions is strictly forbidden. And apparently my overseer thinks that a sack race at the Emerald Oasis qualifies as a mortal athletic competition. He wasn’t pleased with my attempt to fill the blue team’s sack with bricks.”
“Well isn’t that convenient,” I said. “A magical genie who can’t do magic. Maybe it’s because magic doesn’t exist and you’re not a genie.”
“Girl, don’t pretend like you don’t believe in magic,” said Chastity. “Don’t you remember Christmas our freshman year of college? You little ho ho ho.” She gave me a wink.
“I don’t really remember it that well, but I’m pretty sure my dad gave me a $200 check. That was hardly Christmas magic.”
“Santa does exist,” said Tanner. “He’s also a genie.”
Really?!No. Of course not. This was all ridiculous. “Right,” I scoffed. “Santa’s a genie. But unlike you, he’s allowed to do magic?”
“I believe he’s currently in good standing with the council, yes.”
I stared at him.
“Do you seriously not believe me? I’ve done so much magic for you.”
“Like what?”
“Well, for starters...the giant magical closet.”
