Wish Me Up, Rub Me Down
A Desires of the Lamp Tale, Book 1
With no love life to speak of, BBW Anya Bartholomew lives only for her job. This dedication has paid off. As a successful advertising agent, she has risen in the ranks of her firm to be the top moneymaker.
But at the insistence of her two best friends, who claim she needs a break from work, Anya takes a weekend vacation to the small town of Pleasant, Maine. While shopping at an antique shop, she rubs a lamp that looks as if it could belong to Aladdin himself.
Things will never be the same.
Back at work on Monday morning, Anya finds that her boss has given her a new account… for a lamp factory. However, her clients-two very handsome, very sexy men-are more than what they seem.
They’re pleasure Djinn. And they have come to fulfill five of Anya’s most secret sexual wishes.
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Excerpt
Anya threw herself on her bed, then crossed her arm over her eyes. She’d gone with Heather to the train station, saw her aboard, and then taken a cab home. She’d half expected her over-active imagination to conjure Anuis and M akin into the living room. But they weren’t waiting for her.
She sat up and took the card Annette had given her from her purse. The store the instructor had recommended was in the Village, and Anya would have to leave early from work tomorrow to get some work out clothes, and make it to the dance studio on time. Since she never left early, she would have to find an excuse.
She supposed she could tell the boss she was going to the doctor, or that she had an appointment with, who? Maybe tell him-
“Tell him you are learning to dance, to pleasure yourself and your lovers.”
She jerked her head toward the sound. Makin stood in the doorway. He wore the loose linen pants he’d worn on Saturday.
Anuis pushed his way past him and winked. “Hello, little one. I can’t wait to see you dance.” He wore the same type pants but his long black hair hung loose tonight, draping over his shoulders.
“No. No. You’re not real. Oh lord I’m losing my mind.”
“Anya, my sweet. Relax.” Makin’s voice was soft. “We mean you no harm.”
“Except to dive me crazy.”
Anuis knelt next to her on the bed. “Crazy with passion. Admit that you need us. That you want us.”
“Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn’t have fantasized about you.”
Anuis rubbed her shoulders. “Do I feel like a fantasy?”
“Yes, you do.” She jerked and yelped when Makin appeared next to her, lounging on his side and floating on the air.
“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 this 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, the other 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’d 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.”
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