Your Wish Is My Command

SUGAR AND SPICE

“Hmmmmmmm…..”
Madison glanced up from her homework for what had to have been the hundredth time,” WHAT ‘hmm,’ Genie?”
Perched precariously on the ledge of her kitchen counter, he stared down at her with a perplexed and almost amused expression. “I have never seen a person absorb so many books in all my eons of being.”
Madison shrugged from between the mountains of history texts surrounding her. “I’m not surprised. From what you say, your former masters sounded like they were so busy having sex with you I’m surprised they remembered to eat.”
Genie suddenly chuckled impishly,” Heh. Eat. Eat me.”
“Okay, seriously, you have got to get a hobby besides watching bad pornography online,” Madison stuck her nose back into her books,” How ‘bout getting a job or something?”
“I already have a job. You’re just not letting me do it,” Genie replied sulkily.
Madison only sighed in reply and flipped a page. A week before, she would have blown up at him-adjusting to a genie who dropped sex jokes and innuendos at every possible moment-was no easy task. But to her surprise, she had gotten used to him-relatively. He had spent much of the week amusing himself with the Internet and television, and growing quickly tired of that had been bugging her constantly to either have sex with him or let him leave the apartment. But Madison had been adamant-the last thing she needed was a magical creature on the loose in her bustling, chaotic city. And as to intercourse saving the entire world, well…. She figured the world had been around long enough.
“Mistress, I think you should know I fear for your welfare.”
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
“So much reading is going to cause extreme damage to your eyes. Perhaps you should rest-and possibly go out.”
She smiled in a pseudo pleasant sort of way. “And leave you here?”
“Please, Mistress! Being trapped in this dreary apartment is torture of the worst kind! What have I done to deserve it?”
She flipped another page. “Look, I still have 2 more chapters to read tonight…”
“I’ll freeze time,” Genie interjected,” Make a wish, and your teacher will come down with a temporary 24 bug… just, please, let’s go out!”
“Are you THAT desperate you’d be seen in public with me?”
He hopped off the counter enthusiastically,” In an instant!”
Madison looked him up and down-he still had neglected to put on a shirt and normal looking pants the entire week. “Well, you can’t go out in those clothes.”
“I heartily agree,” the Genie agreed, and suddenly all his clothing disappeared.
Madison shrieked in surprise and covered her eyes so fast she nearly smacked herself in the head,” You can’t go out like THAT either! Put them back on, PUT THEM BACK ON!”
Sounding mildly disappointed, she heard the Genie said,” You know, the mere sight of my uncovered body used to send my 359th mistress into a frenzy. She was the steam engine… could go on for days. You can uncover your eyes now.”
Madison peeked between her fingers first-just in case-but slowly lowered them. He was fully dressed again-or as fully dressed as he ever was-and leaning against the counter, somehow managing to look both sulky and handsome simultaneously.
“Well, we’re lucky I’m not your 359th mistress then. How come you never use their names?”
“There are just too many of them. And I do not always refer to them by number-usually I would remember them by their sexual kinks and tastes.”
“Charming. What are you going to call me then?”
Genie scowled darkly,” Cold fish.”
“Can’t just remember Madison?”
Genie shrugged,” I rarely recall names. I only remember-“ he stopped, and when Madison looked up he was hurriedly trying to rearrange his features into another expression-one that didn’t look suddenly terrified and alone.
“Hey… are you okay?”
“Um, oh yes. Though I would be better if we went out.”
“Back to that?”
Fast as lightning-or maybe magic-the Genie was at her side. He seized her by the wrists and pulled her from amidst the books, yanking her towards the front door. “Genie!”
“We’ve been in this apartment too long! We’re going out!”
“Genie, we can’t… and if you don’t stop trying to pull my arm out of my socket, I’ll wish-“
He released her immediately, but the look upon his striking face was so painfully miserable she felt the emotion go through her as if she herself had felt it. But… she hadn’t gone out in-months? Years? She didn’t even know the most fashionable bars to attend-and even if she had, they would never have let her in. But the way his shoulders slumped as he turned and drudged, defeated, back towards the kitchen forced the words from her throat before she even had time to consider them.
“Look… we can go out on two conditions.”
He spun around.
“You change those clothes-AND you don’t abandon me in some seedy bar while you go bang the first blonde you can find.”
“Deal!” Genie cried happily, and before Madison could even blink, was dressed impeccably in casual gray slacks and a well-cut, simple button up shirt that showed off his leanly muscular form to absolute perfection.
With a heavy sigh, Madison gestured to the door. “Shall we?”
“We shall,” Genie agreed, and bounced past Madison out into the night.
~
The bartender, a tall amusing flamboyant blonde, leaned towards her, his smooth smile sliding easily over his features.
“So… either your boyfriend out there just dumped you, or you are one sullen masochist sweetie.”
The nerdy girl slumped across his bar glanced up moodily from what he calculated to be her fifth shot of vodka, and somewhere in the back of his brain he was surprised she didn’t fall over from the effort of lifting her suddenly heavy head. He had seen girls with years of drinking experience her size get crushed by the alcohol he was serving. “He’s NOT my boyfriend, and he won’t go home.”
The bartender glanced out towards the dance floor. Sure enough, the nerdy girl’s companion was still at the very center of the throng of people, his arresting body seeming to create an orbit around him than none could escape. Without failure, every time the young man smiled casually at any of the mob of beautiful women and men surrounding him, each would crumple into a disgusting pile of giggles and schoolgirl flushing. Quite honestly, the bartender had never seen the socialites make such a spectacle of themselves… and that was saying a lot.
“Why don’t you go home without him?” the bartender asked lightly, refilling her shot glass. She made a strange noise that was somewhere between a snort and gurgle, and waved her hand vaguely through the air,” Oh yeah, THAT’D be a good idea. Leave a sex genie surrounded with a bunch of horny rich girls.”
“Sex genie?”
Behind the glasses and shaggy brown hair, he caught the distinct impression of a deer in headlights. “Oh… well, um, it’s an expression.”
“Thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend.”
The girl snorted again,” He ISN’T.”
“Then leave him alone and go home. Hate to tell you, sugar, but you look like you’re gonna pass out at any moment. And, I gotta tell ya-“ with a sly smirk, the bartender glanced out at the dance floor again,” –I wouldn’t mind a shot with your friend.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, scowling.
“Oh, now, sugar, don’t gimme that look. You know he’s h-a-t.”
“Bowler or top hat?”
Now the bartender scowled in turn,” For a drunk little girl, you sure are quick on the wits. And I MEANT h-A-t… ya know, hot. Spicy. Muyo caliente.”
“I don’t speak Italian,” the girl retorted, and downed the shot he had poured her. But when she brandished the glass at him, the bartender waved her off. “Sorry babe, I’m cutting you off. I don’t want puke all over the bathroom floor.”
She whipped around her swivel seat and surveyed the swanky bar with crossed arms. “Yay, far too FANCY a place for folks like me!” She shot him a sharp look over her shoulder,” That what you’re saying?”
“Hun, one more shot and I think you’d go out on the dance floor and join in with your faux beau.”
The girl whipped around again, and knocking her elbow on the bar gestured him closer with a sloppily beckoning finger. He leaned forward-half the fun of his job was making fun of drunks-and waited patiently.
“All right. This is between you and me, right? That guy you’re drooling over? He’s really a sex genie.”
The bartender raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
“And he demands-DEMANDS-I have sex with him. And if I don’t… the world is gonna explode.”
The eyebrows were still raised… but now the bartender was swallowing back laughter.
“So you… fill this damn glass. ‘Cause damn it, I am never gonna do… you know… it-” she shuttered as if the idea was repulsive,” -sober cause I’m a big fat ugly chicken. So I’m gonna sit here-right here-and drink until I can no longer feel my hymen. We understanding?”
“Oh, we’re understanding all right,” the bartender smirked.
“Mist… um, Madison!” From the midst of beautiful people appeared the most beautiful of all-the strange young man parted the crowd with such a grace and savvy that the bartender perk up immediately. He strode confidently up to the bar, beaming at the nerdy girl, his gloriously brown eyes sparkling in the starlight sparkling down from the ceiling, but the bartender saw him throw a side glance his way.
“Yours?” he said boldly, gesturing to the nerdy girl.
“You could say that,” the strange young man beamed, and cocked his head at her,” Um… are you all right?”
“I, sir, am drunk,” Madison replied, still brandishing the shot glass,” And you’re… you. Still.”
“Thank God,” the bartender breathed. The young man turned those almond eyes to his face, and he felt his heart lift into his throat. “Have you been watching her?”
“Oh… yeah. I’m Dylan,” the bartender stuck out his hand, and the stranger’s touch made his fingertips tingle. His handshake was firm and warm, and he never wanted to let go of that perfect hand.
“How wonderful to meet you, Dylan. So many wonderful people here! I’m Genie…”
The nerdy girl suddenly elbowed her companion sharply in the ribs.
“Oof! I mean… um… Gen.”
“Oh, it’s okay,” Dylan winked at him slowly and deliberately,” I’m all for nicknames. Your friend here even said you were a sex genie in bed.”
“Tattle tale,” Madison hissed under her breath.
“So, listen,” Dylan leaned forward-his heart fluttered as Genie leaned forward as well. He was so close-one quick movement, and Dylan could just press his mouth to those full, succulent lips, seize him and pull him over the bar…
“Yes?” the young man prompted.
“Oh-um, listen, your friend is pretty trashed-“
“VERY trashed!” Madison exclaimed in the background of Dylan’s conscious.
“Maybe you want to take her home… and then meet me back at my place. I get off at 2.”
Genie raised an eyebrow in a way that made Dylan want to get down on his knees and beg.
“Come on, it’ll be fun. I mean, I don’t know if you’ve ever been with a guy-“
“Hundreds,” Genie replied without blinking.
“Um…. Uh…” Dylan’s tongue suddenly felt inept in his mouth.
Madison suddenly snorted into her shot glass. “Hundreds of women too! Know what he’s gonna call me? Cold fish!”
With an exaggerated roll of his eyes at Dylan, Genie turned his attention back to his female companion. “Well you disliked Mistress.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, and suddenly sat up straight. She inhaled deeply, and with the air of preparing herself of jumping off a cliff, announced,” But I can work on that.”
She seized the front of his shirt, pulled him clumsily down to her, and pressed her lips against his.
Dylan saw the shock that went through Genie’s body-he looked for a moment as if someone had just stuck a very uncomfortable probe into tender areas. He pulled away instantly, but his expression was not of disgust; he looked bewildered, shocked and… was Dylan imaging it?-pleased.
Genie seized the girl’s wrist and dragged her from her seat. He smiled apologetically at Dylan, but without another world, disappeared back into the crowd, hauling the girl behind him.
The bartender sighed-you win some, you lose some-and went back to wiping his shot glasses.