Your Wish Is My Command

VIRGIN SACRIFICE

Madison could only sit there, staring at him, her mind a complete blank. “Sex?”
“Yes. Sex,” the Genie was growing increasingly impatient,” Perhaps you’ve heard of it? It involves-“
“I know what it involves!” Madison waved her hands hurriedly, blushing nearly to her roots. Of course, the real truth was that she didn’t really. The best theory she could formulate about what went on during….. she shuttered against free will, intercourse….was from biology lectures and half-heard whispers in the ladies’ bathroom. Realizing that this strange young man was staring full-force into her face, she looked away. She couldn’t bare him looking at her with that curious expression on his face.
“Well,” he suddenly said, as if reading her thoughts,” You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
“No!” she cried,” I mean yes, I mean…What does it matter?”
“That does explain a lot,” he said almost to himself, turning away, his expression thoughtful,” A virgin. Why, I haven’t been the Genie of a virgin in eons…”
“Stop saying that!” Madison exclaimed, the red in her cheeks deepening with each passing second,” Just-stop! Stop talking about… being a genie! I don’t believe it! I CAN’T believe it!”
“Do you wish for the Nile?” the Genie threw her an impish smirk over his shoulder, and with an almost businesslike seriousness turned back to face her,” Mistress, if I may be so bold, I will gladly help you discover the sensual secrets of your virginal body.”
“Sensual secrets-?” Madison repeated, panic twisting her stomach to hard she thought she might be sick,” No! No secrets! No… virginal… anything! I don’t want sex!”
“Oh, all virgins say that,” the Genie dismissed her exclamation with a wave of his hand,” That is why they are usually sacrificed in most civilized societies… because they refuse to accept their own innate desires.”
The knot began to twist harder within her side. “This isn’t happening!” Madison wailed, burying her face in her hands,” I’m dreaming, please let me be dreaming!”
“Mistress?” the Genie cocked his head sideways quizzically,” Is something wrong?”
“Yes!” Madison yelled from between her palms,” Yes! I don’t want this! That’s IT!” Suddenly she leaped to her feet, so fast it made her head spin for a moment,” I’m not waiting for tomorrow, I’m taking you back NOW!”
He did not object this time. Instead, he gazed at her with those perfect eyes, a look of almost pity in his face. “You are… not quite right in the head, are you Mistress?”

~
The gypsy’s house was not more than half a mile from Madison’s apartment, but it might have been ten miles for the time it seemed to take to walk there. Being the poor graduate student, Madison had chosen to spend her spare money on books instead of a car, and-like the Genie-regret hounded her that half mile. She hung her head the entire way… not only to hide the blush, but to try to ignore the dozens of strange stares the pair of them got walking down the street. It MUST have looked odd, Madison realized… a frumpy, fashion-challenged little nobody being followed by a young, handsome man wearing next-to-nothing exotic clothing. Genie, for his part, strolled behind her with calm confidence seeming to ooze from his body. He looked in every direction, as if trying to absorb every scrape of detail. Well that was no surprise, Madison thought to herself, if he’s been trapped in a lamp for a few hundred years…
No! No! she told herself viciously. He HASN’T been trapped in a lamp for any time! It isn’t real, he’s lying somehow! He’s not a genie! And he’s ESPECIALLY not a sex genie!
The gypsy’s house was as rundown and eerie as Madison remembered it, but the sheer knowledge that she would get to the bottom of this whole mess, she walked straight up to the battered front door and rang the doorbell.
"What a curious device," the Genie said pleasantly, glancing over her shoulder," A button that one presses to make a bell sound. hatever is it for?"
"Well it's a door... um, bell," Madison tried to move a few inches to her left, painfully aware of just how close the strange young man was in proximity to her. Mostly to herself, she added," I hope someone's home. PLEASE, let someone be home."
"What are we doing here?" as if enjoying how uncomfortable he was making her, he took a few steps closer as well; the gypsy's porch not being that big, Madison quickly found herself inches from the adjourning wall, with the Genie still innocently pressing against her.
"This is where I got your lamp, and now I'm gonna give it back; you can be HER 'genie' for all I care... will you please BACK OFF!"
He snickered a little-but pulled back just enough that she could breathe again. "I am not partial to my masters. But if I may be so bold-"
"No, you cannot show me the pleasures of my virginal body!"
At that exact moment, the rickety door of the ancient house swung open, and planted in the doorway-as if she'd been there the entire conversation-was the gypsy, smiling toothlessly at the both of them.
"Ah, I've been expecting you! You're late. Come in, I'll put some tea on."
"Thank you," the Genie beamed graciously, and ignoring Madison's grimace of horror at what had just come out of her mouth, paraded in through the front door, the gypsy happily waddling in his wake.