Because Fridays should be fun…
With ferocious glee Tabitha shoved the last of the old clothing into plastic bags and threw the bag onto the pile she had allocated to give to charity. Picking up the broom she swept the last of the dust and debris into a neat pile in the middle of the room. She picked up the broom and swept dust into a pile before sweeping it into a dustpan to carry out to the bin. Finally she allowed herself time to look around the room and remember. As a child Tabitha and her brother had spent many happy afternoons in this attic playing hide and seek among the furniture and trunks. As she had grown up her Grandmother had taken her up here to delve into dusty trunks looking for treasures Granny had collected as a young woman travelling the world. Some of Granny’s treasures were so exotic Tabitha could not even imagine the places she would have travelled to collect them. Now Granny was gone and the house had to be sold. All the trinkets and treasures were divided up between the family or sold off. It had broken Tabitha’s heart.
Taking a deep breath, Tabitha shook herself out of her melancholy, “What is past is past,” she remembered her Granny saying many times, “No use worrying about what could have been. You are better off using your energy to worry about what can be.” She turned to take the last of the bags of rubbish down to the bin. Sitting beside the plastic bag she noticed a lamp. A puzzled frown creased her brow. She didn’t remember putting it there. Nor did she ever remember seeing it in the Attic. It didn’t even look like anything else Granny had collected. But there it was, as large as life sitting in the corner by the stairs.
Setting down her bags Tabitha stepped over and picked up the lamp, it seemed to be made of brass, albeit tarnished and dusty brass. Without thinking Tabitha wiped the top of the lamp with her hand, smoothing the dust off. There was a flash of light and suddenly the top of the staircase was filled with a large honey coloured man.
Tabitha stepped back in shock. For a few moments all she could do was gape at his smooth well-muscled body. His skin was a dark honey colour and didn’t appear to have a single hair gracing his chest. Tabitha had to fight off a strong urge to step forward run her hand over his smooth, rippling chest. Her eyes travelled downwards over his stomach noting the small line of hair that led from his belly button downwards into the loincloth that was tied around his waist.
The loincloth was the only garment he was wearing. If you could call it a garment. It barely covered anything. Heat rose in Tabitha’s cheeks as she thought for a moment about what the loincloth was trying to cover.
“You have three wishes,” a deep voice sent a melting heat straight through Tabitha’s belly. Suddenly her whole groin seemed to be throbbing. She forced herself to look up into his eyes.
“What?” she was confused.
“You have three wishes,” repeated calmly and completely without expression.
“Or?” Tabitha really didn’t like being told what to do or being given ultimatums.
“I will be your constant companion until you have made three wishes.” The man pronounced. “I am bound by the genie code to attend the person who rubs my lamp until I grant them their three wishes.”
“And then what?” Tabitha continued getting, a perverse pleasure from being difficult.
“I return to the lamp until it can be hidden and found again by another unsuspecting person.” The Genie’s voice held a very slight note of terseness.
“What if I wish for something you can’t do.” Tabitha couldn’t resist seeing how much she could provoke the Genie.
A tiny frown appeared at the centre of the Genie’s brow. It didn’t mar the beauty of his features; in fact it made Tabitha even more attracted to him. “I am bound to be your companion until I can grant you three wishes.” the Genie continued doing an admirable job of keeping the irritation out of his voice. For some odd reason Tabitha looked down. Was she imagining it or was the loincloth having more difficulty covering the Genie’s loins?
“I can’t believe it,” Tabitha was amazed at the thought. “He is turned on by me bossing him around. Well, if that is how he likes it.” Tabitha came to a decision.
“I wish there was a spa downstairs waiting for me with scented oil and twenty, no fifty, candles lighting the bathroom.
A muscle flicked in the Genie’s cheek, “Done!” he replied.
Tabitha frowned at him in disbelief, “Granny doesn’t have a spa!” she scoffed.
The Genie stepped aside and waved his arm over the staircase, “She does now,” he replied simply.
Tabitha made her way down the stairs and along the hall to the bathroom. The Genie followed her, almost silent on the wooden floorboards. At the door to the bathroom Tabitha turned to face him,
“If I don’t make all my wishes straight away,” she began, “like if I think about what I want for a few days. What happens then?”
“I am your constant companion until I have granted you three wishes.” The Genie replied simply. Without her even being conscious of it, Tabitha glanced downwards. The bulge in the Genie’s loincloth seemed even bigger. A wicked inkling of an idea began at the back of her mind. She turned and opened the door. Granny’s bathroom had been completely remodelled. In the corner sat a spa big enough for at least three people, or one girl and a huge genie.
She turned and looked at the Genie standing in the doorway of the bathroom. “Constant companion?” She asked, with one eyebrow raised.
“Constant,” he replied with a completely straight face.
Tabitha turned her back and walked towards the spa. She slipped her shirt down over her arms and let it slide to the floor. The rest of her clothes followed suit. Only when she was about to step into the bath she turned to the Genie. His eyes were fixed on a spot on the wall behind her. Only the loincloth gave him away, and a bead of sweat forming on his brow.
“Would you like to join me?” she asked as she placed one foot into the water.
The Genie stepped into the room as he made his way across to her Tabitha felt his eyes burning her naked flesh. He stopped in front of her, his smooth honey coloured chest millimetres away from her hard nipples. His eyes were dark pools of lust. Tabitha felt her cunt throbbing and wetness forming over the top if her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat.
“As you wish,” the genie reached down and unclasped his loincloth letting it slide to the floor to join Tabitha’s clothes. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him, pressing his cock against her belly. Tabitha was helpless. He could do anything he wanted to her. All she wanted was his cock. “Or do you wish for something else?” He whispered as he caressed the side of her neck with his lips. With one hand he reached between her legs, to caress her wet cunt. She whimpered, unable to say anything as he stroked and caressed her before sliding his fingers inside her.
He lifted her up and placed her gently into the warm swirling water. “I don’t want to use up all my wishes at once,” she said as he stepped into the opposite end of the spa.
There was a pause as he settled himself and arranged her legs so that he could stroke her thighs. “If I wish for the same thing it doesn’t count.”