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 Wishbone by Sol Oliver

   "You know the rules?"

   Mike nodded at the burly man, drooling as he anticipated passing through
the door he guarded.  "Yeah, I know," Mike said, moving towards the door.
The bouncer's meaty hand grabbed the knob first, and his beefy arm barred
his way, locked in place like the safety restraint of a roller coaster.

   "Well, I'm going to tell you anyway," he said.  "Rule number one: no
matter what, you will not initiate contact with the dancer.  Repeat it to
me."

   "I won't touch the dancer."

   "Good," said the man, searching Mike's eyes for mischief and finding no
more than the usual.  "Rule number two: you will not curse or behave
disrespectfully.  Got it?"

   "Yeah, I'll behave."

   "Alright.  Rule number three: when it's over, it's over.  Stay three
seconds longer than she says and you're in a world of pain." Why was the
bouncer grinning?  Mike wasn't about to test the rules, especially since
this guy seemed a bit eager to dole out punishment.  Mike nodded gravely.
"Okay, kid," said the juiced-up man, "have fun." The knob turned, and the
bouncer waved Mike into the room with a flourish.

   Mike had had a lap dance once before, at a bachelor party, but it hadn't
been a private session.  It wasn't even something he'd ever really
considered doing.  But after his girlfriend dumped him as her last bit of
business before skipping town, he'd decided that having an attractive woman
crawl all over him was just what he needed to feel like a man again.  As he
entered the smallish room, he saw only a comfortable-looking chair in the
middle of the room -- and no girl anywhere.  He noticed a curtain at the
back of the room, and quickly figured out that he should take a seat. 
Settling into the overstuffed chair, his stomach tickled with
anticipation...



   He'd picked his girl right away.  Immediately, he was captivated by the
powerful and graceful figure with a wet-dream face, flowing dark-brown hair
and well-toned, curve-equipped body that made the most of her leather
lingerie.  Many of the girls had had similar charms, but only the one had
total command of the very air around her.  Where the other dancers would
scamper like beetles towards the largest wad of bills in sight, this one
moved around the room as if looking for the right flowers for her
collection.  Or butterflies for her net.  It took him at least an half hour
to catch her attention, even though she went straight by him at least five
times.  When she did approach, it seemed more like an afterthought to her
than an objective.

   "Hi there," said Mike nervously as the dancer lowered herself down on
the bar top, giving him a view of her breasts.  She looked him over like a
cat deciding whether or not she would accept the food that had just been
placed in her bowl.  Mike brought his hand up, but she barely glanced at
the sticky bills in his sweaty fist.  "I'm Mike."

   "You can call me Kara," said the woman, letting a weak smile slip from
the side of her mouth.  "Why don't you go ahead and feed the meter." Kara
pushed her bosoms together.  Clearly, her tits were the coin slot.  Trying
not to seem too nervous, Mike straightened out the bills and reached
towards her cleavage.  He was suddenly very aware that every bouncer in the
room had their eyes on him.  He hesitated.

   "Uh...Kara...are you sure?"

   Kara shot a few of glances at the bouncers and looked back at Mike with
a patronizing grin.  "Of course I'm sure," she said, and he felt instantly
at ease.  He pressed the bills to her cleavage, but her tits didn't give
way.  "You'll have to try harder," said Kara, enjoying Mike's unease.  He
pressed harder, and felt the warmth of her breasts surround his fingers as
the money slipped inside.  "That's far enough," she said once his digits
were in up to the second knuckle.  Mike tried to pull his hand out, but
Kara had increased the pressure.

   "Um...my hand?..."

   "I'm not done with it," she said, staring into him with her cat eyes. 
Mike wasn't sure what he was expected to do.  After a few moments, he let
his hand relax.  "Good," said Kara, releasing her breasts and his hand
within them.  Standing up, she worked her body through a few provocative
poses, maintaining eye contact with him except when turning around.  Each
time her eyes returned to his, they bore into him harder.  Mike started to
take more bills from his pocket, but she shook her head "no" ever so
slightly.  Now her eyes guided him to view her body and the way it moved.
Mike was frozen stiff, and one part of his body was especially stiff.  Kara
eased herself down again and sat on the bar, legs draped over his
shoulders.

   "I know you want more," she said, arching her back.

   "Oh yeah," said Mike.  It seemed to him that she really wanted him bad.
Now she leaned over to whisper in his ear.

   "A private dance is the best you'll get, honey," she said in a
disappointingly business-like tone.  But then her tongue flicked against
his ear.  "But I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

   Before he could say "yes", Kara quickly slipped away.  Mike sat frozen
for another five minutes, clothes soaked with sweat.  Shaking his head
clear, he got up to find the nearest bouncer...

   ...and now he sat in the comfy chair, waiting for Kara.  There was
nothing on the walls to distract him while he waited -- time moved slowly.
Just as he was about to get up to ask the bouncer if perhaps she'd gone
home for the night, he heard the curtain behind him rustle, and a spicy
scent touched his nose.  From behind, two hands pet his head firmly.

   "I knew you'd be here," she said.  Not with any obvious pleasure -- just
certainty.  "Did Max go over the rules with you?" she said in the
business-like tone,

   "Yeah."

   "Address me by my name."

   "Yes, Kara."

   "Good," she said, walking around in front of him.  "That was very
respectful." She had changed clothes into what looked like a vamped-up
riding outfit.  Tan pants were stretched into a second skin, terminating in
calf-high boots.  Covering her chest was a faux-suede vest, which revealed
a generous amount of her womanly curves.  She wore no hat, but had her hair
pulled back in a pony tail.  Although he didn't see one, Mike imagined
there was a riding crop close at hand.  With her hair pulled back, she
looked familiar to him...

   Before he could think on it, his attention was caught by the sight of
Kara bending over in front of him.  Her ass was perfect, and he began
sweating again.  She brought one hand back between her legs, motioning as
if masterbating.  He could see the creases of her sweetest spot.

   "I could fuck you right now if I wanted to," she said.  Now her fingers
really *were* pressing through her pants and into her cunt.  Mike's cock
was fully hardened as the woman masturbated in front of him. 
"...ahhh....ssssss....ahhhh...." Mike gripped the arms of the chair tight
to keep himself under control.  At last Kara stopped and turned around, one
hand pressed against her crotch.  The passion quickly left her eyes and she
stared hard at Mike.  "Are you sure you can handle this?"

   Mike searched himself mentally, and he honestly wasn't certain if he'd
be able to keep himself from grabbing her once the dance began.  Though he
knew the situation wasn't much more than an illusion, it was a very
convincing one.  But yes, he thought, he could keep himself together.  He
at least had to try.  Mike nodded his head "yes".  Kara searched his face
hard, eyes reducing to slits as she considered him.

   "I can see that you want to be a good boy," she said, hands moving to
her hips.  "But I can also see the effect that I have on you." Kara let one
hand fall from her hip, and she watched Mike as he watched it trace up her
thigh.  She could see that his own hands were nearly white from their
death-grip on the chair arms.

   "Here's what we do," said Kara, using the all-business tone.  "I'll give
you a dance you'll never forget..." ...out swerved her ass towards him as
she bent down ever so slightly.  Mike winced.  "But you have to put your
hands under that seat cushion and KEEP THEM THERE.  Okay?"

   Mike was happy with the solution.  Even if he wanted to grab her, with
their combined weight on top of his hands he should be safe from acting on
impulse.  "Yes, Kara.  I will." In a flash his claws disengaged from the
over-stuffed chair arm and shot down either side of the seat cushion. 
There was something under there...it felt like some kind of small glass or
porcelain vase.  Happy to have a distraction for his hands, he grabbed it
up.

   "I'm going to be disappointed if this only lasts thirty seconds, hmm?"
said Kara as she slid her vest back, bringing her round firm womanflesh
clear into view.  Mike drank them in and steeled himself as she slinked
forward.  They were generously-sized but not outrageous, and judging by the
way they jiggled, completely real.

   "Do your worst," he said, grinning.  Under the cushion, he gripped the
small vase tighter.  Kara raised one eyebrow, pleased by his reaction.  She
hadn't been in this line of work for long and already couldn't wait to quit
(even if it did pay much better than her last job), but at least today she
might enjoy herself.

   "Shut up," she said, throwing the vest at Mike's head, where it landed
over his face.

   Mike heard Kara walk up, her scent growing stronger in his nose.  Warm
weight landed atop his thighs and the vest was flung away.  Kara examined
his face with clinical intensity.  Mike stared at her tits.

   "Open your mouth wide and keep your tongue down," she said.  Mike did as
commanded.  Kara's face was even with his as she sat atop his lap, a foot
of space between their noses.  The predatory woman let her tongue flick out
a few times, then brought her face forward.  Millimeters were all that
separated their lips, and Mike could feel her tongue playing along his
teeth and just barely touching at his lips and tongue.  He knew that if he
as much as flinched it would be game over.  Mike gripped the glass trinket
tighter still.

   *crack!*

   ...and it broke.  No matter.  Kara either hadn't noticed or didn't care.
Backing her head up, she leaned forward so that her breasts were even with
his head.

   "You seemed interested in these," she said as she jiggled her tits in
front of his face.  "Look closer," she said, twisting her chest so that her
sizable breasts knocked against his cheeks.  Mike held his breath to
control himself.  As the magnificent orbs backed away, he noticed that his
hands felt wet; the vial must have been filled with something.  Looking up,
he watched as Kara reached up to undo her pony tail.  As she did, Mike
caught a glimpse of a tattoo on the underside of her right arm.

   "Galaxy Subs!" he shouted as he realized where he'd seen the woman
before.  "That tattoo!  I saw you working at Galaxy Subs!"

   Kara froze.  Any fun she'd been having evaporated like dry ice. 
"Party's over," she said, climbing off of the chair.

   "Oh, shit," said Mike, realizing his mistake.  "I didn't mean to -- I
don't care if..."

   "Up.  Out.  Now."

   "Shit!" said Mike, taking his hands out from under the cushion.

   "AH!" yelled Kara as she caught sight of Mike's hands, which were
dripping with dark purple blood.  "What did you do?!  Shit, do you have a
knife?!"

   "No!  No knife!" blurted Mike before the woman could scream.  Examining
his hands, he could see where a sharp glass shard had gouged into the meaty
part of his left palm.  "There was some glass under the chair..."

   Calm again, Kara grabbed the hand and examined it.  Blood was pouring
out.  "You're going to need stitches," she said.  "Why the fuck were you
grabbing a piece of glass?"

   "It wasn't a piece of glass," said a sweet female voice from the
entrance door.  "It was my home."

   Both Mike and Kara wheeled around to see a stunningly beautiful
dark-haired woman dressed in what looked to both of them like first-rate
belly dancing gear.  Loose, sheer pants clung low on her ample hips, and an
halter top of the same green see-through material shrouded her large, pert
breasts.  In between, her belly was bare.

   "Max!!" shouted Kara.  She didn't know how the woman got in, but her
guard would sure as hell get her out.  The door remained closed.  The woman
continued to smile sweetly.  Max did not come bursting through the door. 
Mike began to feel woozy and fell to the floor, where his shirt began
soaking up the blood that had been pooling on the floor.  "Shit!" yelled
Kara.  "We have to get him to a hospital!"

   "No need", said the woman with a wave of her hand.  Before her eys, Kara
watched the blood roll back into Mike's hand as if sucked by a vacuum. 
Even his shirt was drained, and as the last drops returned home, the skin
at the wound site healed together like it was a Ziplock bag.

   "Holy shit," said Kara, unable to come up with a rational explaination
for what was happening.  "Are you a...a jeannie?"

   "Of course I'm a jeannie," said the jeannie.  "Now which one of you
broke my home?"

   Mike had come to and was sitting up on the floor.  "Uh...I guess I did."


   "But I caused him to do it," blurted Kara.  Everyone knew that to
release a jeannie was to be granted three wishes, and Kara felt like it was
her right.  Mike wouldn't have found the bottle if not for her, and it was
her manipulation of him that had made him break it open.  She'd dreamed
about having a jeannie to do her bidding when she was younger, and the old
thoughts filled her head.  "If you really are a jeannie, then grant me a
wish."

   The jeannie pouted and crossed her arms.  "Of course I'm a jeannie," she
said, "and my name is Cassie." The mystical woman looked hard into Kara's
eyes, and it felt to Kara like there were fingers reaching inside her mind.
"Ohhh..." said Cassie, nodding as she read Kara's thoughts.  Now she turned
back to Mike.  "Did she make you break my home?"

   "Sort of," said Mike, who was finally coming to his senses.  "But I'm
still the one who actually set you free.  Let *me* give you a wish....I
want a ten-inch penis." He was still horny as hell, and what woman couldn't
resist a big stiff one?  The only question would be who he'd fuck first --
the dancer or the jeannie.

   "Who said I wanted to be 'free'?" asked the jeannie with a frown. 
Cassie looked from Mike to Kara and smiled again.  "Regardless, it seems
the two of you are in agreement on the only wish," she said as she began to
gesture.

   "Wait!" blurted Kara before the jeannie could complete her motion. 
"What do you mean 'the only wish'?"

   "Yeah," said Mike.  "Aren't there supposed to be three?"

   Cassie rolled her eyes.  "You've read too many stories," she said.  "You
only get to ask me for one.  So..."

   The jeannie waved her hand.  Both Kara and Mike braced themselves, but
nothing seemed to happen.  Mike put a hand down his jeans, but found only
the same old dick.  Glancing to his left, he saw that Kara also had her
hands down her pants.

   "Where is it?" Mike asked the jeannie, who was waving her arms upward,
gracefully.

   "Patience," said Cassie as her arms made a large circle in the air. 
"Why don't we all go someplace more comfortable," she said with a wink.

   Mike felt like his skin was being pulled inward by a force inside his
body, followed by a falling sensation that lasted the amount of time it
took to close his eyes and gasp...

   ...Suddenly he was still again.  Opening his eyes slowly, he was
surprised to find himself sitting in a chaise lounge by a large in-ground
pool.  The sun bore down on him, and as his eyes adjusted he saw that Kara
was in a lounge to his right, a small table between them.  They were on a
mountainside by the sea, and the salt air quickly displaced the staleness
left in his lungs by the drab urban strip club.  Taking a deep breath, he
realized that his jeans and t-shirt had been replaced by a robe and bathing
trunks.  Maybe he had the big dick now...no, still the usual equipment.

   "Holy shit," said Kara as she got up from her lounge.  She too wore a
robe, beneath which Mike could see a string bikini.  Unlike Mike, she wore
dark sunglasses.  Kara looked around at the pool and its grounds, and also
at the large house that backed into the mountain's slope.  Now they both
noticed that someone was swimming in the pool.  Mike got up from his chair
and walked to the side of the pool where Kara stood.  The figure in the
pool had long dark hair and was completely naked as she made her way
gracefully from the far end of the fifty-meter sculpted pool.  As the
jeannie reached the pool's edge, Kara and Mike both took a small step
backward.

   "Teh-heh!" chuckled the jeannie as she grabbed the concrete lip.  "Come
on in, the water's fine." Neither one budged, and the jeannie shrugged. 
"Fine, I'll come out." Cassie let out a short, shrill whistle, and a window
in the upper level of the house opened.  Out flew a white robe which made a
beeline for the jeannie.  As it reached the pool's edge it slipped between
Mike and Kara and stood floating in place, hanging in the air as if
occupied by a body.  The robe nudged them both aside to give itself more
room in front of Cassie.

   "Hey!" protested Mike, not happy to be bossed around by a robe.  Kara
smiled.  The robe opened wide and up rose the jeannie from the pool, back
towards them, arms flung out.  Water fled off of her body and rained back
into the pool.  In one swift motion the robe encased her supple form as she
hovered back onto the concrete decking.  Mike watched in amazement as the
robe tied itself around the waist, and at last the jeannie turned around.

   "Bravo," said Kara, clapping her hands lightly.  Mike stood with his
mouth agape.  "So what about my wish?"

   "You didn't wish for this house?" asked Mike.

   "You both wished for the same thing," said the jeannie, walking past
them.  A hair brush appeared and began to work on her long tresses.

   "So Kara wanted me to have a big dick, too?" said Mike, looking over at
his lap dancer with a smile.  Kara sneered back at him.

   "No, blockhead," she said.  "I wanted it for myself."

   Mike felt like he'd been slapped across the head, and he glanced at her
waist.  Kara's robe was open, but if there was a penis inside her bikini,
it sure wasn't a large one.  "Did--did you get it?" asked Mike.

   "Does this look like a dick to you?" said Kara, pulling down her bikini
bottom.  Mike stared at her well-groomed pussy, enjoying the view.  Her
lips were large and well-defined, but there was definitely no penis there.
"Well?" said Kara to the jeannie impatiently.  Cassie ignored the comment,
standing a dozen feet from the two people, arms behind her back.

   "It was an interesting dilemna," she said with a giggle.  "Should they
both get their wish?  Or only one of them?  Which one?" Now Cassie began
pacing lightly in front of them, stumbling a bit as she went.  "So I came
up with a fun solution." She stopped pacing and turned to face them once
more.  "Behold your enormous penis."

   Cassie whipped her robe open dramatically, and now both Kara and Mike
stood with their jaws dropped.  Hanging down like fleshy fruit from the
jeannie's feminine form was a thick, long cock.  The jeannie looked down at
it with a smile, pleased with her handiwork, and glanced back up at the two
confused humans.  "Is it big enough?  Are you not pleased?"

   Mike's mind was racing.  The penis looked just like he'd imagined, but
it was parked in the wrong stall.  Not getting any reaction from them,
Cassie began swinging her hips, setting her dong into motion and watching
it sway.  "Surely you like it?" she said to Mike, a little bit of hurt in
her eyes.  The jeannie let the robe fall off of her, and it raced back to
the house.  Cassie walked up to Mike and waved her hand, and his swim
trunks shot to the ground.  The jeannie grabbed his penis in one hand and
hefted her own tool in the other.  "See...it's bigger.  Feel for yourself."

   Before he could react, Cassie had rigged his hand onto her limp rod.  As
she closed his hand around her she-plunger, Mike saw her eyes light up, and
the flesh began to swell.  "Don't you want it?" she asked.  A drop of drool
was forming in the corner of her mouth.  As Cassie stared at him, Mike felt
as if images were being pressed into his mind...kneeling in front of the
jeannie...pleasing her...him being laid down in a posh bed...being
gripped...being entered....being filled.  As Mike's head swam with the
misty pictures, the jeannie's hand reached around and slipped between his
ass cheeks.

   "Not like that!" said Mike as he snapped back to reality, releasing his
hand from her prick and stepping back.  Cassie pouted with a small frown,
glancing down at her three-quarter-mast unit.  When her eyes rose, she was
looking at Kara, who had a hand in her crotch, grinding.

   "How about you?" asked Cassie, licking her lips.  "Do you still want
it?"

   Kara could see that the jeannie was having difficulty keeping control of
her creation.  She wanted release.  Kara moved in.  "Of course I want it,"
she said, moving up to the jeannie and kissing her strongly on the lips. 
"It is mine.  Stand still."

   Cassie bit her lips as the woman worked down her body, flicking her
tongue along her neck, tweaking her right nipple, dragging her lips down
her midriff.  Now Kara knealt before her, hands holding her by the ass. 
"All mine," said Kara, pressing her closed lips against the tip of the
jeannie's swollen cock head.

   "No!" shouted Cassie, pushing the woman's head away.  "I--I can't last
too much longer." Reaching down, the jeannie grabbed Kara's head and guided
her to stand back up.  "It has to go inside you."

   Suddenly Kara had a new understanding, and she nodded seriously.  Mike
watched the woman give Cassie another deep kiss, and Kara guided her so
that the jeannie lay on her back.  "Enjoy it while it lasts," said Kara,
positioning herself over the drooling tool.  The jeannie's breathing was
already short, and Mike stroked himself as Kara settled down on the magical
cock.

   "Ahhhhhhh..." sighed the jeannie, wide-eyed.

   "Yessssss..." hissed Kara as the enchanted flesh was surrounded by her
moist passage.  Leaning over as the meat sunk deep, she planted her hands
on the jeannie's generous breasts, pressing down and oscillating them in
opposite directions.  Now and again she would let one nipple or the other
get caught between her fingers -- twist and pinch.  Slowly, Kara raised her
hips, letting half of the penetrating organ slip out.

   "Oh!..aaaaa.." moaned Cassie, struggling to keep a powerful wave of
sensation at bay.  Kara's hips swiveled, enveloping the entire penis in wet
warmth once again.  "Please...just a little while longer," said the
jeannie, taking Kara's hands off of her breasts.

   "Yeah, okay," said Kara, sitting up.  It was a lot of dick to have
inside her, but somehow it had been easy to take in.  It felt unusually
natural for it to be in her passage, which began to tingle and itch.  Now
she gyrated her hips slowly, feeling the thick finger press against the
different parts of her walls.  Below her the jeannie drooled, hissed, and
sighed.  Kara moved a little faster.

   "Oh..oh..it's happening..." cried Cassie, moving her own hands onto her
heaving tits.  "Do it."

   Kara went back to a back-and-forth motion, pressing down hard to force
the meaty limb to greater depths.  Mike drank in the two women's moans and
cries as Kara fucked harder and harder.

   "Release it!  Release it!" yelled Kara, swinging her hips down hard and
keeping them pressed against the magical woman's flesh.

   "AHHHH!" cried Cassie as her whole body began to shake.  Kara's eyes
went impossibly wide, and a sound like a thunderclap split the air.

   "WAAAAHHHH!" hollered Kara, loins burning.  As the jeannie came, it felt
as if acid had been shot into her womb, liquifying her insides.  Her reflex
was to pull away, but it was if their crotches had been knit together.  The
jeannie pulled Kara down on top of her, closing her arms around her back.
An intense pleasure began to well up from Kara's groin, displacing the
sharp pain.  The jeannie's legs slipped to either side of Kara's hips, then
moved to help clinch her down.

   "Release it!!" yelled the jeannie, but it wasn't needed.  White-hot
pleasure coursed through Kara's blood, and it felt like her whole body was
exploding.

   "AAAHHHH!" she cried as the sensation reached an impossibly intense
peak, crotch still pressed against the jeannie's and -

   --exhaustion.

   "Oh!" yipped Kara, and she collapsed atop the heavy-breathing Cassie.

   Mike watched the two of them, spent and gasping in a heap.  He pictured
how the jeannie's cock must have slipped in and out of Kara's depths, and
the magical pleasure it seemed to have given them.  He began to regret
refusing the jeannie's advances.

   "That...was...<huff>....amazing!..." huffed Kara, brushing the hair out
of the jeannie's face.

   "...it's...still...inside..." said the jeannie, untwining her arms and
legs.

   "...oh!...I can...feel it..." said Kara with a smile.  "...here we
go..."

   As Mike watched Kara roll off of the Jeannie, it was his turn to lose
his breath.  As their bodies seperated, he saw a thick, slick snake slip
out of the jeannie's crotch, leaving only a fluid-dripping cunt.  Looking
down at Kara, he saw that the jeannie's penis was now attached to the
mortal woman.

   "Oh, shit!" said Mike sinking to his knees, the two exhausted women
lying before him.  Kara began to laugh low, reaching down to feel her new
organ.  Slimy from the hard fuck, she could *feel* it there as she touched
it.  Cassie turned her head to the woman and smiled.

   "The dilemna is solved," she said.  "It is now yours."

   "I win," Kara said with a laugh as she looked up at Mike.  Something in
her eyes made him nervous, and he slapped a hand against his forehead,
uncertain what her victory would mean to him...