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

by Melinda Barron

  "They already are."

  "Bring me proof, before five today."

  "Are you telling me to fabricate it?"

  "No. But I know that you have a habit of setting up photo shoots by talking to the art department. Go down there and get someone who can tell me you talked to them. Please."

  He turned back toward the window. She could see the tension in his shoulders, and the way he held his hands behind his back.

  "I'll be back,” she said softly. She made her way to her office. She had several friends in the art department who would support her, but she didn't want to have them lie for her, and that's exactly what it would be, a lie. She needed to talk to Makin and Anuis, now, and tell them she needed to talk to Paran.

  If Phil talked to the model, that would bolster her claim.

  She shut the door to her office and gave a startled yelp.

  "We were just trying to help,” Anuis said.

  "I know. But I can't fabricate evidence. I don't know what to do. Those ideas were mine, but I never should have turned the boards in as my own. I should have had a set done, in house."

  "In house?” Makin stretched his legs out in front of him. “Why can't you tell Mr. Phil that the work was outsourced?"

  "Because he would scream at me for wasting money by not using our own people. Of course, I could say the model was under contract to a particular photographer. I need to get Paran in here. Can you do that?"

  "They'll tell you they can do anything, but truly, I'm the talented one."

  Anya swiveled her head toward her desk. Paran lay stretched out, his chest bare, the thin pants he wore doing nothing to hide the erection that rose between his legs.

  "You're delicious. I'm sorry I didn't fight harder for you."

  Anya blushed and glanced back at the door. It wouldn't do for someone to walk in and see a half-naked Djinn sprawled across her desk.

  "Like what you see?"

  "Paran.” Makin's voice was harsh. “Behave yourself. We have a serious situation here."

  He sat up, his eyes roving Anya's body. “I'll talk to your boss, but give it the day. The outsourcing idea will work, and I will bring Luca with me."

  "Luca?"

  "The Djinn I posed with. She resembles you, does she not? Thick and delicious. It's why I chose her."

  Anya's laughter filled the room. “Thick and delicious?"

  "Very.” Paran's smile made her shiver. It didn't help matters when his hand made a lazy trail down his chest, then stroked his erection.

  "Stop that,” Anuis said. “Anya, ignore him. What you need to do is make her think she's won. Give her one night of victory, then pull the rug out from under her."

  "And how am I supposed to do that when Phil wants proof by five?"

  "Simple,” Makin said. “Tell him the models cannot be here until tomorrow. When they know you, but not her, it will prove your point."

  "Good idea,” Anya said. “Hopefully it will work."

  "You're forgetting one important thing, little pet."

  "What's that, Anuis?"

  "The ideas were yours. We just pushed them through faster than we should have. Would you like to spank us tonight?"

  He winked as Anya laughed.

  "Oh, let me,” Paran said. “I love to spank, and spanking the two of them could prove to be great fun."

  "No,” Anya said, fighting back more laughter. “But you're all right about making her wait. She's tried to discredit me before, but she'd never gone so far as to say I stole something from her. I want her to think she's won before I pull the rug out from under her."

  Paran sighed heavily, the movement puffing out his muscled chest. “Well, since I'm here already, why don't we try that fantasy that—"

  "No.” Makin's voice was harsh. “You will wait."

  "Spoilsport.” He disappeared in a bright flash of light.

  Anya laughed. “He knows how to make an exit, that's for sure."

  "Don't worry about things, sweet pet,” Anuis said. “They will work out."

  When the door opened with no warning, Anya was happy they were wearing business suits, and not the skimpy clothing Paran had worn.

  Heather poked her head in. “Am I interrupting?"

  "No. Come in. What are you doing here?"

  "I'm meeting my hubby for lunch and I thought I'd stop by and say hi, since your phone is broken."

  "Broken?"

  "Yeah, I haven't heard from you in days. Weeks."

  "One week, maybe. Or, um, maybe longer? I'm sorry."

  "No, I'm sorry,” Heather said. “I didn't mean to interrupt a meeting."

  "Come in,” Anuis said. “We were just finishing our appointment."

  Heather stepped inside and closed the door. For a few seconds, Anya debated whether to tell her friend that these were the Djinn she'd told her about. Then, she decided to throw caution to the wind.

  "Heather, these are my Djinn, Makin and Anuis. Gentlemen, this is Heather, one of my best friends."

  "A pleasure,” Makin said, bowing. Anuis did the same, winking at her.

  "Your Djinn? Oh, Anya, please don't tell me you still think...” Her voice trailed off and she looked at the two men.

  "You obviously have things to talk about,” Makin said. “We'll leave you alone."

  They disappeared and Heather gasped. “Oh, holy crap."

  "Told you. I can't believe you'd think I'd lie to you."

  Heather stared at the now vacant spots where the men had stood. “I think I had too much coffee this morning.” She turned to her friend and her eyes widened. “Look at you! I love it. When did this happen?"

  "When Anuis started picking out my clothes."

  "Well, he's got great taste. But then again, if he choose you, that's a given."

  Anya sat down on her desk, pulling at her skirt when it slid up more than she was used to.

  "I've learned a lot about myself these last few weeks."

  Heather dropped into an open chair. “How's the dancing going?"

  "Perfect. I love it so much. I feel so free, and so beautiful when I dance. It's something I've always wanted to do. Thanks for talking me into it."

  "No problem. And now that you're buying gorgeous clothes, why don't we take advantage of my afternoon in the city and go shopping? I can call Sheri. Can you take the afternoon off?"

  Anya thought about the Baxter account, and about the trouble brewing with Aliya and her accusations. Her eyes lit up as she thought about buying beautiful clothes, something she'd never allowed herself to do.

  "Yes, I can. Let's go and spend a lot of money."

  "Now you're talking. You make enough, it's time to spoil yourself."

  Heather stood quickly and headed for the door. “See you around two?"

  "Perfect. I've got to talk to my boss first, but I'll be able to make it. Heather?” Her friend turned toward her. “Don't tell Sheri about my Djinn. She'd think I'm nuts."

  "So do I, and I saw them."

  Anya smiled, then squared her shoulders, ready for her meeting with Phil.

  * * * *

  Several hours later, the three friends sat in a coffee shop, mounds of sacks stuffed under the table.

  "Great buys,” Sheri said, taking a sip of her latte. “So I just have to ask, Anya, what brought this about? We've tried for years to get you to buy sexy clothing. You ignored us until now, so what gives?"

  "Just a change of heart,” Anya said, holding her cappuccino close to her mouth, the warm steam tickling her lips.

  "Bull,” Sheri said, shooting a look at Heather. “Tell me."

  Anya grimaced, then smiled. “I'm taking dancing lessons, and it's made me feel, well, attractive. And free."

  "Dancing lessons? What kind?"

  "Belly dancing."

  "Oh my Lord. Why wasn't I told about this?” People from several tables over stared at them as Sheri's loud words filled the café.

  "It was spur of the moment,” Anya said, holding up her hands in surrender. “I'm sorry." />
  "So am I. What else aren't you telling me?” The table got quiet and Sheri's eyes narrowed. “Have you met a man?"

  Anya gulped. “Well, actually, I've met two of them."

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  Chapter Eleven

  "Just give me a few more minutes,” Anya said through the bathroom door. “I'm dressing the old fashioned way, without your help."

  Anuis’ laughter made her smile. “As you wish, sweet pet."

  Anya stared into the mirror, taking a deep breath. The plunging neckline of the halter dress showed off her breasts to perfection. The waist cinched her in tight, and the flowing handkerchief hem showed just enough leg to be very sexy. The dress was a beautiful sapphire blue, with rich beading around the neckline and all around the hem of the skirt. She'd never owned anything so beautiful in her life.

  She felt silky and sensual, and she felt very, very beautiful.

  She'd had great fun shopping that afternoon, even while apologizing over and over to Sheri about not keeping her informed on her love life. Her friend was at first amazed, then jealous, when Anya told her about Makin and Anuis. She left out their supernatural abilities, letting Sheri think they were just regular men she'd met through work.

  She had a hard enough time trying to explain them to Heather. She still wasn't sure Heather believed they were more than just men.

  She took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. “I'm coming out now,” she said in a singsong voice. She opened the door and prayed she didn't fall off the stiletto heels Sheri had selected for her. She found Makin and Anuis lounging on the bed.

  When she stepped inside, they both gasped.

  "Shards of light, you look incredible."

  The wonder in Anuis’ voice made her shiver. “Does that mean you like it?"

  "It means, sweet pet, that we're not sitting home tonight,” Makin said. He snapped his fingers, changing their lounging clothing to tailored pants and silk button down shirts.

  "Dancing?” She wiggled her brows in encouragement.

  "Dancing.” Anuis said. “And every man in the room will be green with envy when he sees you with us. I can't wait."

  They selected a popular club with a huge dance floor. Anya had never had men look at her in public, so the stares she received made her very nervous, at first. She soon realized that even though she was large, there were men who thought she was attractive. She'd just never had the confidence to dress in a way to attract attention.

  Until now.

  Sitting in a corner booth with Makin on one side, and Anuis on the other, she sipped from her Manhattan and wiggled when Anuis kissed her bare shoulder, trailing his lips up her neck.

  "They all want you,” he said. “Every one of them."

  "Not all of them, but some of them.” She shivered when Makin's hand snaked up her thigh, toying with the garter belt she wore.

  "So soft,” he said in her ear. “But we're not here to sit and drink. We're here to dance."

  "Who wants to dance first?"

  Anuis stood and offered her his hand. “We dance together, the three of us."

  Anya took his hand, then Makin took her other hand and they headed for the dance floor. The music was soft and seductive, and when they gathered her in between them. She moaned softly.

  Several women dancing nearby shot jealous glances at Anya, something that had never happened to her before.

  "We're attracting attention,” Anya said, laughing.

  "Perfect,” Makin replied. “Since this is one of your fantasies."

  "Dancing? My idea was a little different, but this will work."

  "No,” Anuis said. “The dancing will be you, and a room full of men, just as you fantasized. This is perfect, though, for the fantasy of having sex in public."

  "Here? On the dance floor?” Anya gulped as she felt her underwear disappear. “Anuis! Makin, I don't think..."

  "Hush,” Makin said. “You will enjoy this."

  He kissed her, his tongue tracing her lips, encouraging her to open for him. As Makin's hands caressed her hips, Anuis’ hands cupped her breasts.

  "Don't.” The word was breathy. “People will see."

  "That's the idea, isn't it?” Anuis’ voice carried to her over the music. “Don't worry, little one. They'll watch, and wish it were them."

  Their hands roamed her body, caressing and stroking her until she cried out for more. She closed her eyes and rested her head against Anuis’ shoulder as Makin pushed the low-cut blouse aside and took a nipple in his mouth. She cradled his head and undulated her hips against Anuis’ pelvis. He responded in kind, his fingers stroking her sides through the material.

  Makin moved his head to the other breast and Anya's eyes fluttered in pleasure. She'd always fantasized about having sex in public, and the low, seductive lighting of the dance floor provided the perfect setting.

  She knew that people had to see what they were doing, had to notice that Makin was suckling her as Anuis held her close, but she didn't care. She wanted this more than she'd wanted anything in a long, long time.

  Anuis’ hands disappeared under the skirt, lifting the flowing material to expose her bare genitals. His fingers dipped into her wetness and she sighed with pleasure.

  "So wet for us,” he said in her ear. “I want to watch Makin fuck you. I want to hold you close and feel the thrusts he gives you, feel you rock under his attentions."

  She rolled her head from side to side, whispering yes over and over as he found her clit. Her eyes popped open when Makin lifted her in his arms.

  "Bring your legs up, and clasp my hips with them.” She did as he asked, bracing her back against Anuis’ chest. Around them, the dancers watched, entranced. Anya decided they must be under some sort of Djinn spell, because not a one of them uttered a word of dissent.

  Anuis continued to stroke her as the tip of Makin's cock thrust into her opening, pulling back just a little before thrusting in again. He gave her just the tip, and held her close.

  "Beg me. Beg me loud enough for them to hear."

  "Makin, please."

  "Louder. Beg me!"

  "Fuck me! Fuck me now, please!"

  His cock thrust into her as the crowd gasped. He pumped harder, her breasts now free of the halter and shaking with each thrust. Anuis took one in his hand as he continued to stroke her clit. She could feel his hard cock nudging her backside and she wanted to beg for it, too. When he whispered, “Not yet, not tonight,” in her ear, she sighed. She knew that fantasy was coming, too.

  Their strokes took her higher and higher. Anya lost awareness of the room, focusing only on Makin and Anuis, on their hands and their lips, on their cocks. The silky material of her dress caressed her just as their hands stroked her body, bringing her closer to orgasm.

  She didn't worry that she was too heavy for them to hold up, or that anyone who saw them would say, “the least they could do is pick a prettier woman to screw.” She felt sexy and light, desirable and beautiful.

  "Come for us,” Makin said, his lips near her ear. “Come hard, sweet one."

  Anuis pinched her clit and Anya came, the lights from the ballroom turning into brilliant flashes of color as the pleasure roared through her body. Makin pumped into her harder and she felt his warmth spill into her.

  The dancers milled about them, gyrating to the bet of the music and ignoring the threesome that took place right in front of their eyes.

  "Something to be said for Djinn magic,” Anya said with a laugh.

  "They see what's happening,” Makin replied, kissing her neck. “But the power of suggestion has made them enjoy it, and not think it's wrong."

  "I like that idea.” She felt as if she were floating in their arms. “You can put me down now."

  "Not yet,” Makin replied. “I like having you here, in our arms."

  "As do I,” Anuis said.

  Anya turned her head to him. “You've not climaxed."

  "Don't worry about me,” he said with a grin. “
I'll slake my lust on you later tonight. For now, it was a pleasure to watch."

  He kissed her, and then Makin did the same before setting her feet on the ground. Her legs shook from exertion and she held on to them as music swelled.

  While they rocked with her to the beat, she sighed. “I guess it's two down, three to go."

  "Technically,” Makin said. “But we still have two and a half weeks, so we don't want to go too fast. We can enjoy some other activities as well, as we did last night."

  Anya moaned as she remembered the fruit, the seafood, but most of all, the chocolate.

  "Good, but next time I want to be the canvas."

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  Chapter Twelve

  Anya had expected Paran to be in her office the next morning, lounging on her desk, or straddling a chair, naked and stroking his cock. She only seen him for seconds at a time, but it was obvious that he was insatiable.

  When her office was empty, she was disappointed. She checked her watch, figuring she had ten minutes until she had to be in Phil's office. If Paran stood her up, she would never forgive him.

  No, no, this is your thing to deal with, she thought to herself. You're the one who took the boards without doing any work, even if you thought of the slogans.

  She'd sat for about five minutes when a receptionist announced there was “someone to see her.” She went to office door to see Paran, and Luca, walking down the hall. People were stopping to stare and who could blame them?

  Paran wore tight jeans that showed every muscle in his thighs, and outlined the thick cock between his legs. A light blue linen shirt showed half his chest. His nipple rings flashed at her and Anya fought back a laugh. Luca wore matching clothes, although her pants were not as tight. But her shirt was low, and displayed magnificent breasts. She was absolutely stunning.

  She pulled Anya into a hug and kissed her cheek.

  "It's wonderful to meet you,” she whispered in her ear.

  "You too,” Anya whispered back. “Thank you for coming, Paran."

  "It is my pleasure, and tonight, it will be yours.” She shivered as he hugged her, tracing his fingers up her spine. “Work first, play later."