Wish Me Up, Rub Me Down [A Desires of the Lamp Tale]

by Melinda Barron

  "Show off. Stop that, you'll frighten her.” Anuis increased the ministrations on her shoulders. “Ignore him, sweet one."

  "Lord, what is happening to me?"

  "Why, your handsome Djinn are here to please you,” Makin said. “Don't you remember us?"

  "You're not real."

  "Of course we're real,” Anuis said. “I thought you got over that little misconception this morning when we made you shudder in delight."

  Her body shivered and Makin groaned. “That's it, little one. Remember your pleasure. Remember our pleasure."

  She closed her eyes as the memory of that morning burned into her brain. She could almost feel them again. She took several deep breaths, then sighed.

  "What would it take to convince you we're real?” Makin asked.

  "I don't know. I just ... I don't know. How can this be?"

  "Do you not believe in magic?"

  "Yes, I do. But when I looked up Djinn on the Internet this morning, after you left, I found conflicting information. Some sites said you were demons, another magical creatures, and yet another that you were figments of people's imaginations."

  "I assure you, we're real.” Makin lowered himself to the bed. “We're not demons. Some Djinn may be, but not us. We choose to use our powers to spread pleasure."

  "As part of your Aladdin's Lamp business?"

  "No, the Aladdin business is not part of that,” Anuis laughed. “We used it, though, to have an excuse to come and see you in public. We hoped you wouldn't be frightened of us that way."

  "Yeah, I'm never frightened of men who can undress me with their minds. Literally.” They started to caress her arms and she shivered again. “So what are you, exactly?"

  "We are part of a society called The Desires of The Lamp, a group of Djinn who spread pleasure throughout the world."

  "To us poor lonely schmucks who can't find it on our own?"

  "No. To you lovely ladies who have lost faith in yourselves. We will restore your faith, and leave you a better person."

  "By fucking me?"

  "Sex is more than physical,” Makin said. “You have to learn to open your mind, to open your heart. You feel bad about yourself because of your size. We will teach you that size has nothing to do with love, or with you. It's a physical shell that will be cast off upon your death. Your mind and soul are what matter. And yours are so very beautiful."

  Tears welled in Anya's eyes. She brushed them away and drew her legs up as far as she could. Makin waved his hand in front of her and her clothing disappeared.

  "Stop that! Give me back my clothes."

  "No. We like you this way,” Anuis said. “Relax, little one. We have a month to live out your fantasies. We are not going to rush things. We just want to make you more comfortable around us."

  "By making me naked? I don't think so.” She tried to stand up but Makin pushed her back down.

  "Behave, or I'll spank you.” Anya lifted a surprised gaze to him. “I think she likes that idea."

  "Me too.” Anuis’ growl was low, and right in her ear. “You naughty girl."

  His arms were strong around her. She settled back into his chest. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe they were real. Or maybe she was having the most sensual psychotic break anyone had ever had.

  "Lie back,” Anuis said gently. He moved to her side and lowered her to the bed. She kept her arms crossed in front of her chest. Then, realizing her lower half was naked, she moved one hand down to cover the place in between her thighs.

  "Don't, sweet one,” Makin said. “Let us see your pretty little quim."

  "Quim?"

  "Yes,” Anuis replied. “Your American word for it is so ugly. We like quim, soft and sweet. Show us your quim."

  "I, no.” Anya shook her head violently. Makin took her hand and squeezed it gently. His fingers brushed against her pubic hair and she groaned.

  "Show us."

  She'd only been with one man, and that had been Nicholas. She'd always made him turn off the lights when they made love, so lying here, naked, with the lights on, next to two incredibly gorgeous men, made her more than a little nervous.

  "Too much light,” she whispered, turning her head into Anuis’ thigh. She could see his cock hard and throbbing right next to her.

  She inhaled sharply when the lights disappeared and the room lit up with many candles. Her gaze lifted to the candles that floated in the air.

  "Better?” Anuis stroked her hair. “Now, show us."

  "Don't be afraid,” Makin said. “We're here to love you, to pleasure you. After all, we've already explored your sweetness. Now we want to look, to see how beautiful you truly are."

  His words were like butter melting over her. She relaxed more and moved her hand. His hand replaced hers, gently but firmly prodding her thigh. She spread her legs. When his finger traced her slit, she shivered and moaned.

  "Open your eyes,” Anuis said. “Watch him."

  She looked at him through lowered lids as he traced her outer lips. It took very little pressure for him to part them. She could feel her wetness seep in between them, and then coat his fingers.

  His murmurs of delight made her feel so sexy. And when he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them inside, she groaned with him.

  "Very tasty,” he said. He dipped his head down and kissed her thigh, then lifted his gaze to hers. “May I?"

  He caressed her and Anya stopped breathing, for at least a minute, she was sure. When her lungs filled again, she whimpered. “I can't. No one's ever, I..."

  "Shush, let me, little one. Relax and enjoy our attentions.” He kissed her thigh again as Anuis rubbed her shoulders, his hands dipping down to cup her breasts.

  When Makin's tongue traced her slit, she sat up, pulling her legs tightly together.

  "Stop. Stop, please."

  "Why, it's so tasty."

  "You're not real, and it's not good for me to get my hopes up."

  "Not real?” Anuis pulled her back against his chest, cradling her in his arms. “How can you say we're not real?"

  "It's easy. You say I'm beautiful, and desirable. No man has ever said that. They want my mind, they want my creativity, but not my body. I'm just not a sexual person. Please stop."

  Anya squeezed her eyes shut, but need forced her to open them again. The Djinn were still there. In the candlelight she could make out their faces. They weren't full of pity, or disgust. They simply watched her as if they could see deep into her soul.

  Makin gave her an evil grin and lowered his head again. She stiffened when his tongue traced her thigh, first one and then the other.

  "Open for me."

  "No. I can't."

  "Shush. Open."

  She settled into Anuis’ chest, parting her legs slightly, then more at Makin's insistence. When his tongue traced her slit this time, she tried to relax, tried to think that he was doing it because he wanted to, not because of some cosmic contract they'd been forced into because she'd rubbed a lamp.

  "We were forced into nothing,” Anuis said, stroking her shoulder. “We fought to take your case, battling several other Djinn who wanted the honor."

  She moaned, then hissed when Makin's tongue slipped inside her. “Oh, so, oh—"

  "Tell us how it feels, Anya, tell us you like our attentions."

  His tongue swirled along her softness, his murmurs of pleasure making her shiver with delight.

  "It tickles, and it feels so delicious, almost decadent. Oh, yes."

  Makin's tongue had found her clit, flicking back and forth over the tiny bundle of nerves as her hips rolled in appreciation. He sucked it into his mouth and started to nibble on her. Her hip movements surged and Anya thought she would die of pleasure.

  "Please, please. Oh, so very good."

  "Come for us,” Anuis whispered in her ear. “Show us how much you like it."

  Anya concentrated on the sensations running through her body. She'd had orgasms, sure, but she'd usually been alone. Nicholas had never wanted to st
ay in her long enough for her to enjoy it. She'd always had the feeling that she was just an available woman with him, someone to help him get his rocks off before he went home to his own bed.

  "You must relax,” Anuis said. “You are as light as air, as soft as feathers. Feel his tongue on your sweet center, circling your clit, wanting to give you pleasure."

  Anya's mind wrapped itself around his words. Anuis was right. They were here for her, cosmic contract or not.

  "I can feel it building."

  "Grab it,” Anuis said. “Reach out with your body and grab the sensation, pull it into your center and feel yourself explode."

  Makin's tongue continued to taste her as he stroked her folds with his fingers. When he pushed one, and then two, of his long digits inside her, Anya bucked against him. He began to fuck her gently, in soft sure motions that matched the attention his tongue lavished on her clit.

  It took mere seconds for her body to explode. Brilliant displays of light played before her eyes as the heady sensation spread out from her center and grabbed hold of her legs and arms.

  She was barely aware of Anuis’ soft words of encouragement, or even of Makin's continued attention on her clit. A second wave of pleasure spread through her and she jerked in response.

  "Very good, little one, very good. Beautiful,” Anuis murmured.

  When the delicious tension left her body, she collapsed into his arms. Makin sat up and ran his tongue over his lips, smacking them both together before sucking his fingers deep into his mouth.

  "Now that's what I call a very tasty treat.” He covered her body with his, cradling her head as he kissed her forcefully. She could taste herself in his mouth, taste the tangy sweetness of her juices as he forced his tongue into her, swirling it around until she moaned.

  "Wow,” she said when he'd pulled back. “Well, that was real."

  "Very,” Makin replied with a wink. “Sleep now."

  "Sleep? What about...” she trailed off, blushing furiously.

  "That is for another time,” Anuis said. “We just wanted to make you comfortable with our presence. Sleep, little Anya, and we shall be back tomorrow. We promise."

  Her body felt heavy and sated. She closed her eyes as they both stroked her arms. Seconds later she was asleep, still cuddled in Anuis’ arms.

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  Chapter Five

  "Hey, chubby. Got any new ideas on the lamp account?"

  Anya lifted her gaze to her open doorway. Aliya stood just inside, her eyes wide with amusement.

  "Yes, Twiggy, my newest idea is Rub Your Cares Away. The artwork is going to be me rubbing the lamp and you disappearing. Perfect, don't you think?"

  "Very clever. Shame that it sucks. But don't worry, I've been coming up with some ideas of my own. I'm going to submit them to Phil this afternoon. Toodles."

  She sashayed out of the office and Anya stood, throwing down her pen. “Aliya! Get back here. You stay away from my account."

  "Shards of light, that woman needs to have her bum spanked."

  Anya jumped and turned to Anuis. “You can't just pop in any time you want. What if I had a client in here?"

  "I checked first. Relax, little one. I just wanted to say good day."

  A smile grabbed Anya's face. “Good day to you, too.” She sat back down and picked up her pen. “But it hasn't been that long ago since I saw you. Just a few hours."

  "True, but I missed you."

  His smile made her groan. “Thanks. Where's your partner in crime?"

  "Setting up your fantasy for tonight. Your first one."

  Anya blushed furiously. “My first one? Seems to me we've had sex together for the last week."

  "We've played, yes, but we haven't completed the act. Tonight will change that, will take us to a higher level together."

  "Sounds good.” She fiddled with her pen and he sat down in a chair across from her.

  "Why do you let her bother you so?"

  "Hmm? Didn't I yell at her?"

  "After she was gone, but not before. Why is that?"

  Anya sat back in her chair. “She's got it all. She intimidates me. There, I said it. Are you happy? I thought you were supposed to build me up, not remind me of things that bother me, like Aliya."

  "But I don't understand why she intimidates you. She is so unpleasant. I've already starting making plans for her."

  Anya stared at him. “You want to give her wishes?"

  "Not me, no. But she needs, how do you say, an attitude adjustment? My friend Matuse will be perfect for her. He is strong, and deals with women such as her, lets her know she needs to change her ways. He's very excited at the prospect."

  "I'm sure he is. She's very beautiful."

  Anuis leaned toward her. “Looks do not matter. Not in the least."

  "Right. I can't tell you the number of people who've said to me, ‘you're so smart, and if you just lost some weight and had a little work done, you'd be pretty, too.’”

  "Who has said this?” His fact turned dark.

  "Lots of people, my mother for one. My ex-boyfriend. My mother again when the boyfriend left me. It was my fault, she said. Men want a pretty woman on their arms, a woman who makes them look good, she said. I waste my talent by being overweight and unattractive, she said."

  "I am sorry for that."

  "Me too. He was a nice guy."

  "Was he?” Anuis sat back and shook his head. “He sounds like an idiot to me."

  "Maybe to you, but he was one of the first men to pay attention to me in a long time."

  "And what do you call me? I'm a man. Or Makin? He's partially a man."

  "I heard that!” Makin's voice boomed out. “Watch it, Anuis, or I will have you banished for the remainder of our time with Anya and keep her all to myself."

  A loud slurping noise made Anya laugh. When she looked at Anuis, his eyebrows were raised. “You didn't answer my question."

  "Yes, you're men, but you're doing this because you have to, because it's your job."

  "It's a calling,” Anuis said. “And we chose you. Never forget that."

  He stood and straightened his jacket. “Now, take your idea to Phil before Little Miss Attitude beats you there."

  "Idea? I don't have a new idea for your account. Plus, the account's not real."

  The shocked look on his face made her wince.

  "It most certainly is, very real. The lamp factory truly exists."

  "You're kidding. I thought it was just an excuse to come in here."

  Anuis shook his head. “Hardly. Aladdin's is real and employs many people."

  "Real people, or supernatural Djinn?"

  "Both. Those of us who work the ‘other side,’ are employees of the subsidiary, Desires of the Lamp.’”

  "Right. Desires of the Lamp."

  This time his smile was mischievous and he lowered his eyes to her desk. Anya picked up the paper that lay there. A very handsome man with long dark hair lay on his side, a lamp placed in front of his abs. He wore loose harem pants and his chest was bare. And his nipples were pierced. A seductive smile lit up his face. The copy read, “Light up your fantasies with Aladdin's Lamps."

  "These are the ideas I've been thinking about. How did you know?” She shook her head and laughed. “Mind-reading again? Who is this?"

  "Paran. You'll meet him soon, and he asked me to tell you he's looking forward to it."

  Anuis disappeared and Anya sat back down. There were several layouts under the first one. Paran lounging on a bank of large pillows, lamps hanging from mid-air. Paran replacing the bulb on another lamp, and finally, Paran with a woman in a harem outfit. She was soft and beautiful, and, she was at least a size eighteen.

  Anya laughed. “You're not supposed to do my work for me,” she whispered to herself, half expecting Anuis to answer. When he didn't, she grabbed the papers and headed for Phil's office.

  His assistant buzzed her inside and she found her boss poring over papers with Nathan.

 
"Bart,” Nathan said. “We're busy."

  "I just wanted to drop these off.” She put the papers on Phil's desk and nodded at her boss. She made a grab for the papers as Nathan picked them up.

  "Not bad,” Nathan said as he shuffled through them. Then he stopped and frowned. “The woman's too fat. You should change that."

  "She's perfect,” Anya said.

  "To you, maybe. But I can guarantee you that a man wouldn't look twice at that woman."

  Anya crossed her arms over her chest as Phil took the papers from Nathan. “When was the last time you bought a lamp? These aren't designed to pull in men. Women buy lamps, and women don't want to see tiny stick figures. If they see this handsome man with a woman who has a little meat on their bones they're going to put themselves in her place. They'll look at it. Trust me."

  Nathan opened his mouth, then shut it again when Phil said, “I like it. All of it. And Anya's right. This plays toward women's fantasies. Good work, Bart."

  "Thanks.” Except for the fact I didn't do it. My pleasure Djinn did.

  Nathan's cell phone rang and as he stepped away to answer it, Anya turned to leave.

  "Bart?"

  She turned back toward Phil. “Yes?"

  "Something's different about you lately. Got a new friend?"

  Two of them, as a matter of fact. “No. It's the same old me."

  "No. You seem to glow this week. I like it. Keep it up."

  "Thanks, Phil."

  "You're welcome. Good work on this.” He held up the layouts and she smiled.

  When she was back in her office she shut the door. “Anuis? Makin?” When they didn't appear she called their names again. This time the air changed, and the man from the layouts appeared. He wore the same clothing as he did in the pictures.

  "Paran?"

  "Yes. I am pleased your superior likes the photos. Will I be paid?” He laughed, throwing his head back, and then he disappeared.

  Anya shook her head. Did all Djinn just pop in and out as they please? She sat down in her desk chair and sighed. She had a dance lesson tonight, and then who knew what. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the fantasies that had run through her mind when Anuis had stroked it with his.

  Being tied and spanked, going to a sex party, dancing, pretending to be an adult actress, and what else? Oh yes, sex with three men at once. Stars above, there must be something wrong with her to think of such self-indulgent things. She stared at the spot where Paran had just stood. “Oh, my. I hope they give me a little bit of a warning before that one occurs."