He found it easily, rubbing it as Makin continued to thrust.
"So good, but too much.” The pleasure swirled inside her, threatening to break.
"Nonsense,” Makin said, he lifted her hips, resting them on his thighs. From this position his cock slammed into her G-spot repeatedly. That, along with Anuis’ sweet caresses, sent Anya flying.
"Makin! Anuis! Oh, oh!” She felt Makin swell as Anuis whispered words of encouragement to them both. Hot steams of his essence filled her and she clenched him.
When Makin was done, he let go of her legs and collapsed next to her. Anuis leaned over and kissed her gently, his lips trailing over her lips and cheek. When he moved, Makin replaced him, giving the other half of her face the same treatment.
"Thank you,” she whispered. “That was incredible."
Anuis’ laugh made her shiver.
"We've only just started, little pet. By tomorrow, you will be well and truly sated.
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Chapter Seven
"Well, aren't you happy? What's up? Are they having a sale on cheesecake at the A&P? Did you win ten gallons of ice cream in some drawing? That might last you through tonight."
Anya turned from the coffee machine, for once unfazed by Aliya's nastiness. Nathan snickered, but Anya continued to stir her drink. She gave Aliya a sweet smile and then took a sip.
Aliya's eyes shot up. “Oh please, don't tell me you had sex? You? I think I may be sick."
"My feelings are none of your business,” Anya said. “I'm just happy, and I don't have to tell you why."
Nothing Aliya or Nathan said would ruin her day. She felt as if her body were still on fire. Each time she sat she remembered the erotic spanking her two lovers had given her. Each time she moved she felt the wonderful soreness deep inside where Makin, and then Anuis, had pounded into her.
When she'd woken that morning they'd been there, croissants and coffee waiting for her. They'd showered together, both of them soaping her body up before they brought her to orgasm with their hands.
Then, they'd helped her dress, saying they wanted to go with her to find clothing that more suited her.
"These are business clothes,” she'd said. “Suits and things that make people take me seriously."
"You can dress as the sensuous woman you are and still be taken seriously,” Anuis said as he stared with disdain into her closet. “We'll have a selection of clothing for you to look at tonight."
"I'm going to cook,” Makin said. “Wonderful, sensual food that will put you in the mood for love."
She'd laughed. “You mean you're going to snap your fingers and conjure up food."
"No,” Makin had said, frowning. “I'm going to cook."
She reminded them that she had an extra dance class that night, then smiled the whole way to work. Even the taxi driver had commented on her cheerfulness.
Anya had wanted to tell him it was difficult not to be cheerful when you'd been so wonderfully loved.
"So, who's the unlucky guy?” Aliya's question brought her back to the present.
"No one you know."
"Well, that goes without saying, or else he would have been in my bed last night."
Anya took a deep breath. “What's wrong, Aliya? Spend the night alone? Did you run down the batteries on your vibrator?"
Nathan's snort of laughter bolstered Anya's self-confidence. Nathan never laughed at anything she said.
Aliya narrowed her eyes for just a moment before smiling sweetly at Anya. “By the way, I gave Phil my ideas for the lamp account, since you were behind. I'll stop by this afternoon to pick up the file."
Her words made Anya balk inwardly. She didn't have a file on the lamp account. She had no storyboards, no notes on copy or any requisitions for the photos that had mysteriously appeared on her desk.
"That account is already taken care of,” she said. “Phil loved my ideas. Maybe you should spend the afternoon shopping for more batteries."
"We'll see about that,” Aliya said, sweeping out of the room.
Nathan sat back in his chair and assessed her. She wondered if she really looked that different today. After all, she'd been having orgasms ever since Makin and Anuis had appeared in her life. It was hard to believe that last night's fantasy, as beautiful has it had been, would alter her appearance so that others would notice.
"Be careful of her."
"What?” She stared at Nathan.
"It's no secret that you're our top money maker, Bart. I'm more than a little jealous, but I'll just keep trucking along and try to overtake you. But Aliya? She'd kill her own mother to take your spot. And you just pissed her off."
Anya laughed, the sound coming from deep inside her. “I don't care. She can be as pissed as she wants. The Aladdin account is mine and there is nothing she can do about it. And nothing she could do today would hurt the fantastic way I'm feeling."
Nathan's smile was gentle. “I'm glad. It's nice to see a smile on your face."
"Are you saying I don't smile?"
"I'm saying you're a workaholic who doesn't take the time to smile.” He winked at her, picked up his coffee and stood. “But it's nice to see that might be changing."
Anya stared at his empty chair. It was the first time that Nathan had ever talked to her in a friendly manner. Was he really just jealous because Phil gave her the good accounts? She'd always thought he'd avoided her because of her size.
She thought back to the years they'd worked together and sighed. No, she was wrong. Nathan had never said anything disparaging about her size. He might have laughed when Aliya did, but he'd never called her fat. He'd always just called her Bart.
The idea that Anya had projected her own negative image of herself onto others made her feel bad, for all of ten seconds. That time was over. Makin and Anuis were letting her know that she was more than just a smart woman. She was also desirable, and fun. And she planned to let it be known to her co-workers. Starting now.
* * * *
By the time she got home that evening, she was flying high. She'd smiled all day long, and people had noticed, and said things. It made her feel fantastic, and it made her wonder why she hadn't done it sooner.
The boost she'd received from her two Djinn, plus a fantastic workout during dance class, had her feeling as if nothing could stop her.
She stepped inside and sniffed the air. She could smell butter, and herbs, and was that...? Oh my stars it was. Chocolate. She put her briefcase and workout bag down and took off her jacket.
"I'm home.” It sounded so strange to hear those words.
"Good evening, little pet.” Anuis appeared behind her, stroking her shoulders. “Have a good day?"
"Yes. I had a fantastic day."
He kissed her neck, sliding his tongue under the collar of her blouse, then he snapped his fingers and she was naked.
"Anuis.” She giggled, but didn't try to hug herself. Instead she stood and shivered under his lips as he traced her shoulder blades.
"Very good. The suit you were wearing has been put in the trash."
"What? That suit cost me a fortune! Bring it back.” She wheeled on him, putting her hands on her hips. “How come you're not naked?"
Anuis lowered his gaze to the pants he wore. “I'm not going to try on clothing. Come, Makin has some appetizers for us before we start the fashion show."
He wrapped his arms around her, his front to her back, and they walked up the stairs together. Anya giggled as they walked, trying not to fall as Anuis’ hands moved up and down her sides.
Her living room still looked like a sultan's harem. She smiled at Makin, who stood naked in the doorway of her kitchen, a plate of food held out in front of him.
"Hungry, little one?"
"For food, or other things?"
"Food, for now.” He held out a slice of papaya. “Eat."
Anya took a bite, then watched Makin feed the other half to Anuis.
"Delicious,” she whispered.
"Nice and juicy,” Makin replied, offering her another piece. “Don't bite it in half, just suck it into your mouth."
She did as he asked, moaning softly when he leaned over and bit the fruit in two, sucking half into his mouth and kissing her at the same time. She sucked in her own piece and ate it, swallowing it quickly as she stared at the plate.
There were many different fruits there besides the papayas. Makin had prepared peaches, figs, dates, and plums. They fed them to each other hungrily, sucking each other's fingers into their mouths to lick off wayward juices as they took in the fruit.
Their lips met over and over, and Anya felt the wonderful sensations of desire and lust take over her body. But their hands didn't stray. They concentrated on the food, on her lips, on their lips. Somehow it made the situation much more sensual, and it amazed her that she could feel so hot, so needful, when they hadn't touched any of her sexual organs.
Makin's laugh made her giggle. “Stop doing that."
"What?"
"I know you're reading my mind."
"I am. The mind is a sexual organ, Anya. It has to be engaged for you to fully enjoy the sexual experience. You have to learn to let yourself go, to let yourself explore, to let yourself experiment."
He kissed her then, his tongue going deep into her mouth. The taste of the fruit mixed with the salty taste of his lips sent her senses spiraling. Anuis kissed her shoulder, then he and Makin both stepped back.
"The appetizers are gone,” Makin said. “Time to try on clothing."
Anya groaned. “There's nothing wrong with what I wear now."
"On the contrary,” Anuis said. “You dress in drab colors and long skirts. We need to shake things up a bit."
"I dress as a business woman should."
"No,” Makin said. “You do not. You dress down. You can still dress as a businesswoman and make yourself noticeable."
They moved into her bedroom. Anya gasped at what she saw. Clothing covered the bed. Business suits in grays and blacks were there. But added to the mix were rich silk blouses in reds and greens; and soft sweater sets in beautiful colors. Shoes with heels had replaced her sensible shoes.
"This isn't going to work. The skirts are too short. And those heels? I wear flats. I'm tall enough without heels."
"Oh yes, it will work,” Makin said. “The skirts will hit just above the knee. And the heels will make your already beautiful legs more beautiful. Put them on and practice walking in them."
Anya stared at them. The heels were thick, and about two and a half inches high.
"I'll be almost five ten with them on,” she said softly. “Too tall, and too big."
"Learn to revel in your size, Anya,” Anuis said, stroking her shoulders. “Don't be embarrassed by it. The more confidence you have, the more people will notice you, and notice the fact that you feel good about yourself."
"They noticed today,” she said, almost under her breath.
"Yes, they did,” Makin said. “But beware the snake in the grass."
She lifted her gaze to his and he smiled, offering her the shoe.
"Sit, and I will put it on your foot."
Anya sat amongst the clothing and held out her foot, feeling much like Cinderella. Makin knelt and slid her foot into the leather, fastening the T-strap over her ankle.
"Perfect,” Anuis said. “And very beautiful. I have great taste, if I do say so myself."
His grin made Anya laugh. Makin slipped the other shoe on her foot and she stood. She felt as if she towered over them, but she knew it wasn't true. They were both well over six feet tall, so she wasn't taller than they were, but she felt very, very large.
"Stop that,” Anuis said, slapping her behind. She jumped and then gulped.
"Wear them for the rest of the night,” Makin said. “It will help you get used to them before wearing them to work tomorrow."
Anya thought she would argue, but she didn't. She should wear the shoes. She'd seen Aliya, and several of the smaller women, wear shoes like this. Why shouldn't she?
"What about the rest of the clothes?"
"There isn't much difference,” Anuis said. “I added some color, and lifted the hems a little bit. The blouses are silk, and will look soft, yet professional. The sweaters can be worn with skirts, or pants, and will allow you to show your beautiful figure."
"Anuis, my figure is not beautiful."
"It is, Anya. A woman should look like a woman. You have an hourglass figure that you hide in your too loose clothing. It is time to tighten it up and show your curves."
Anya looked at Makin, whose wink made her nerves settle a little. “Let's go and eat."
"More food?"
"Oh yes, the fruit was the appetizer. We'll have the main meal now, then we'll enjoy cheeses and dessert."
"I smell chocolate,” Anya said with a grin.
"Perhaps,” Makin replied. “But you have to eat your dinner, first."
They went back to the dining room, Anya working hard not to trip in her new shoes. She felt very sexy, though, wearing nothing but the heels. Didn't actresses in porno movies always wear high heels?
"Yes,” Anuis said, stopping at a square of wood that sat on the ground. “But theirs are stilettos. We'll try those later."
She laughed, then took Makin's hand and sat on the square. She'd expected it to be cold, but it wasn't. She glanced at the table where the food sat.
"Shouldn't we go over there?"
"No,” Makin said, sitting down. He waved his hand and Anuis’ pants disappeared.
"Come and join the party.” Anuis sat, completing the triangle. Their knees touched and when the slab of wood floated upwards, Anya gasped.
"I guess I should be used to this by now,” she said, taking Anuis’ hand.
"As you should,” Makin replied. He took a dish that floated toward them. “Scallops, seared in buttered herb sauce."
He took the slippery food in his fingers and held it to Anya. She took it in one bite, savoring the taste as she chewed.
"Delicious.” She watched Makin feed a piece to Anuis, and then she fed a bite to Makin. The scallops were delicious, rich and tasty.
The next plate Makin produced held clams. They'd been steamed, and then covered in the same buttery sauce that had flavored the scallops.
"This will do wonders for my cholesterol level,” Anya said as she chewed a spoonful that Anuis fed her.
"The seafood is good for you,” Makin replied. “Sensual, and very good for your body."
"Yes, I've heard that. My favorite seafood, though is...” She gasped as another plate appeared. “Lobster."
"I've already cracked the shells,” Makin said, giving her a small fork. A bowl of melted butter floated to her right. “Enjoy it, sweet one."
Anya didn't hesitate. She devoured the first tail on the plate, watching as her lovers enjoyed the lobster on their plates. Soon, the three of them abandoned their forks and began eating the meat with their fingers. They fed each other and laughed as butter dripped onto chins and chests, licking the slippery trails until they were all moaning.
When it was gone, the plates disappeared and the table floated to the ground.
"Delicious,” Anya said. “So very good."
They lay down on the table, with Anya in the middle. “I'm stuffed."
"But we still have dessert,” Anuis said, pouting like a child. “I've been looking forward to this all day."
"You're such a baby,” Makin replied. “We'll relax and talk. And then have dessert."
"I like that idea,” Anya said. “Tell me more about Djinn land."
Their shared laughter made her smile.
"Djinn land?” Anuis shook his head. “We live in your world, Anya, not any other."
"Yes, but as Djinn you have your own society, right? You have different laws that you follow, and different ways that you live. For instance, do you live forever?"
"No,” Makin replied. “We live much longer than you do, but we don't live forever."
"How old are you?” She looked back and forth between them. “Are you the same age? Are you brothers, or cousins?"
"No,” Anuis replied. “We are not related, not in a blood way. Makin is older than I."
"Yes, Anuis is a baby. Barely one hundred and twenty years old."
Anya stared at Anuis with wide eyes. “One hundred twenty is a baby?"
"Yes,” Anuis said, nodding. “Now Makin, he's an old man. He's been spreading pleasure for more than two hundred years."
"You're two hundred years old?"
"No, two hundred thirty,” Makin said. “I did not become Djinn until I was older. I was not born to it as Anuis was."
"I don't understand."
"There are three ways to become Djinn,” Makin replied. “If your parents are Djinn, as Anuis’ are, you are born to it, or you are made Djinn by the gift of another Djinn."
"And the third?"
The two men cleared their throats and sat up.
"What? Tell me."
"Not all Djinn are pleasure Djinn,” Makin said. “Some are demons, mischievous demons who cause trouble and wreak havoc. Those Djinn were cursed into their lifestyle."
Anya shivered. “That sucks. If you weren't born into it, which one are you?"
Makin laughed, then gave her a mock angry look. “You think me a demon?"
"No, obviously not. Sorry."
"Apology accepted. A very beautiful woman gifted me into the life. She came to me when I was young and grieving over my wife, who had died in childbirth. I wished for the ability to make my pain go away. She gave it to me."
"Oh Makin, I'm so sorry.” Tears filled Anya's eyes as she watched Makin's eyes cloud, then clear.
"'Twas a long time ago, and I have learned to live with my loss.” He caressed her forehead, tracing the outline of her hair. “And I have enjoyed spreading pleasure to those who need it in their lives."
"People like me?"
"Yes,” Makin kissed her forehead. “Exactly like you."
"How long can a Djinn live?"
"More than a thousand years,” Anuis said. “We can be hurt physically, but only by other Djinn."
"How many are there?"
"More than you would think,” Makin replied. “Some Djinn live as mortals. Others flit about looking to spread joy."
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