New secretary (Patreon)

In a small, but rather expensive and comfortable rented apartment, it was quite quiet, except for the noises of the city and the sounds of passing and sometimes beeping cars on the main busy street of New York. This slightly distracted Rebecca, who was sitting in a soft comfortable armchair, who was reading carefully one of the letters addressed to Brandon Campbell - whose secretary she was very successfully combining this position with the fact that she was also the mistress of this influential, respected and even married man who had several almost adult children.

For Rebecca, this was a really important relationship, because even this apartment she could never afford on her salary as a secretary, which was already not small. And given the fact that she had no education and before working as a secretary she worked as a stripper and got a job in Brandon's company with great difficulty and of course luck, then she really valued this and tried to be as useful as possible in all areas of work with Brandon and of course Not only. She made him believe that she really loved him, or so she thought.

She completely did not notice the radiant magical air, which a couple of seconds ago completely surrounded her, but now it was slowly evaporating, becoming more and more invisible, until finally it disappeared completely.

Behind Rebecca appeared the silhouette of a man in a business suit with clean-shaven cheeks and a slight smirk on his face. The man did not look at his 45, for which one could say thanks to his money and, of course, doctors and other expensive equipment.

- And what do they write to me?

Rebecca flinched slightly in surprise and almost dropped her tablet and tore her gaze away from the tablet, staring ahead at the open window. Her eyes widened in surprise, and after a moment, she sharply turned her head and part of her body so as to check who was behind her.

- What the heck?! I?! You I?! And, fuck, my voice... ahem.. ahem.. what the... what the fuck!? What?!??! No!!!

Rebecca said, first tossing the tablet aside, and then clutching her long hair, and then began to touch her entire body with her hands, paying particular attention to her breasts, and after a while, with intermittent breathing, she tried to find something between her legs, periodically saying obscene words.

For Brandon, her behavior was strange, because they were here together and it was their time when they retired and Rebecca, who loved him, did things with him ... that even such an influential and rich person had not imagined before.

...

- Your wish has been granted, mistress.

Said the silhouette of a translucent Genie in the expensive room of Brandon's villa, looking at his wife

- But nothing happened!

- Do not worry, mistress, your husband has already received the change exactly as you desired

- I wished that this asshole fucked himself and this was not my real wish! I just didn't put it that way when you asked about my husband! Hey! Are you serious!?

- Unfortunately yes. And now you have one wish left, therefore, recommending that next time you better think more

Margaret didn't specifically wish this as her second wish. Indeed, now, thanks to the first wish, she knew everything about the people with whom she communicates and, having learned that Brandon was cheating on her with this Rebecca, impulsively said aloud what Genie, without hesitation, interpreted as the second wish, creating Rebecca based on Brandon's most secret sexual fantasies.