"Oh, wait, on second thought, I'd love to. What's the address?"
* * * *
There were six of them, waiting to entertain the crowd. Four of the dancers were friends of Annette's who were much more experienced than Anya and Kate, another woman from their class. Annette had assured both of them that they were ready.
It was a birthday party, after all, and everyone would be having a good time. The guests would love the exotic dancers that had been brought in, and after the initial entrance which would be in sync, the ladies would break off and entertain their own sections, dancing for two songs before meeting in the center and taking their bows together.
Annette reminded them that they were not strippers; they were to keep their clothing on. But they could accept tips, slid into the waists of their outfits, or into the bras.
The house was outside the city. It was very spacious, and they would be dancing in the ballroom. Anya's nerves were on high alert as they waited. Her two Djinn couldn't decide which color she should wear, so they'd conjured a new outfit for her, this one in sexy black and copper colors. Long strands of beads cascaded from the bra and onto her belly. She felt as if her breasts would fall out the first time she shimmied, but Annette had taped her breasts into place, so she prayed that wouldn't happen.
The bottom half of the outfit was made from long pieces of gauzy material, flowing together to create a skirt. It would twirl and provide glimpses of her legs. As a final touch, Makin had slipped a beautiful copper jewel into her belly button.
"It won't stay,” she said with a laugh.
"It will,” he replied. “Trust me."
She wanted to ask him how he knew, how he figured anything would stay, but she didn't. She knew that he just knew, not because he was a Djinn, but because he had faith in things; something she'd never had before. That is, until Makin and Anuis had come into her life.
The difference in her was just like the difference between night and day. Even Nathan had noticed it. How could she take them away from their calling? They were so good at it, so perfect. But then again how could she share them with other women? What if, during one of their assignments, they fell for another woman as they had fallen for her? Did Djinn do that? Or did they mate for life? If she became a Djinn would they be together forever, or was there the chance that they would leave her? That they would tire of her after the first one hundred years or so?
She waited for one of them to give her the answer, to pop into her brain and say that she was crazy, that of course mating with someone meant forever, whether or not forever was ten years, or ten thousand years.
But they didn't. Their laughter didn't interfere in her mind and their reassurances didn't kick her bad thoughts out. She knew why. They'd told her that the decision had to be hers, and hers alone. They couldn't tell her what they wanted. They couldn't influence her by saying that they wanted to remain Djinn, or that they wanted to live life as mortals in her brownstone.
The first strains of Middle Eastern music reached her ears. Annette stood at the doorway, her eyes sparkling as she winked at her dancers. The ladies had already warmed up, and when they had, Anya was happy to see that she wasn't the only BBW in the group.
"Ready ladies? Don't forget, above all else, enjoy yourselves and your audience will join in the fun. Open your chakras, and let your energy flow through your bodies."
Anya's hands shook at the music crescendo. She closed her eyes to fight off panic, and when she did, a picture of Anuis and Makin appeared. She smiled to herself, marveling at the gift they had given her. They had made her love herself as much as she loved them. And at that point she made her decision.
She twirled onto the dance floor with the other ladies, swaying and shimmying before going to her assigned area. Familiar faces smiled back at her, Heather and Sheri, and their husbands, all laughing and having a good time. How was it that they were at the party? Even as she asked the question, Anya knew the answer. Her lovers had arranged it, had arranged for the people that she loved to see the new Anya.
Her mother watched, too, her look not as happy as the others, but not nearly as disapproving as Anya thought it would be. Paran floated above the crowd with Luca at his side. He licked his lips and thrust his hips toward her. Luca slapped at him playfully, telling him to behave. And when she saw Nathan, the look of desire on his face made her laugh out loud. She twirled and shimmied, sliding back and forth and accepting tips from men and women alike.
Her Djinn had done this for her. They'd helped her to fulfill every fantasy she'd ever had, and she would love them for it forever. When the music ended, and she received hugs from the people that she loved, she wondered how life would play out, but she knew that no matter what, as long as Anuis and Makin were at her side, life would be perfect.
Heather hugged her close, as did Sheri. She pulled back and heaved a sigh as her friends told her how proud they were of her. “I'm so thirsty. Time for some water. I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?” Heather stared at her. “There's a water bottle in your hand."
She pointed down and Anya gasped. She looked up to find Makin and Anuis standing nearby, dressed in the loose linen pants of the Djinn. She crossed to them, noticing as she walked away that Heather and Sheri were talking as if she hadn't been there at all. Her two lovers must have mesmerized them much as they had Phil the first day in the office.
"Thanks for the water."
"That was not us, sweet pet,” Anuis said. “It was you who conjured the water bottle. It would seem you have made your decision."
She gasped and stared at the bottle. “I did this?"
"Yes,” Makin said, kissing her lightly. When he was done, Anuis kissed her, too, his tongue probing her mouth.
"What pushed you to become a Djinn?"
"You two. If I can give one person the joy and the self-confidence that you two have given me, then it will be worth it."
She closed her eyes and sighed as they caressed her cheeks. Then she gazed at them both.
"So, there's no ceremony, no installation of powers?"
"No,” Makin replied. “When you made your decision, you became Djinn. We will go over the rules tonight."
"There are rules? Why have the power if there are rules?"
"To keep people like me in line,” Paran said, coming up behind her. He put his hands on her hips and kissed her neck. “Welcome, little one."
Makin pushed away his hands, his eyes glinting with anger. Anya laughed at the look they exchanged.
"Men are the same, mortal or Djinn,” Luca replied, kissing Anya's cheek. “They are always trying to one-up each other."
Anya shivered as Makin and Anuis slid her body between them, their hands wandering her curves. No one seemed to notice except the other Djinn.
"So what happens now?"
"We love, and laugh,” Anuis said.
"And we help others,” Makin said. “Something you are going to be perfect at."
"Do we get to decide cases?"
"You have someone in mind?” Anuis said with a laugh.
"Several,” Anya said. “Starting with someone who will give Aliya a good spanking, and help Nathan to see through people to their inner beauty."
"You're going to be perfect,” Makin replied. “So very perfect."
They kissed her, each one claiming an edge of her mouth before their lips caressed together, the three of them moaning in pleasure. Anya knew she had made the right choice, and that their love would last for an eternity.
The End
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