Miriam put her cell phone down on the small glass-top table and picked up her wine glass. She stepped to the edge of the balcony, leaned against the marble balustrade, and gazed out over the city below. A cool Manhattan breeze ruffled her robe and brought goose bumps to her flesh, still damp from her morning shower. Usually calm and relaxed, she made a habit of drinking her wine in slow measured sips savoring the subtle flavors of the grape. Today she tossed it back in gulps like a beggar at a banquet. She was upset. Her life was in turmoil.
After finding a magic lantern – one that could grant its possessor anything imaginable, three separate times – you’d think that Miriam would be without a care in the world. Yet she was not. She stared down into her empty glass and reflected on the events of the past few weeks. It all began with the discovery of that amazing lamp. The wonderful genie inside it had overwhelmed her with two unbelievable sexual experiences and she ached for more. But she had only one wish remaining and the realization of that fact was causing her great anxiety. And then there was her job. When Miriam failed to show up at work on the day after finding the lamp, her boss fumed and threatened her. Let him shout, she thought. Who cares? But later, when he saw her on the estate’s security video leaving the premises with the lamp, she was fired and accused of theft. Then there’s this luxurious high-rise apartment. When she had signed the lease, she was gainfully employed. Now, without a job and without much in her savings account, there was no way that she could come up with next month’s rent. Jobless and soon homeless. As if that weren’t enough, there was the call she just received from a co-worker warning her that he overheard their boss say that the police were on their way to her apartment with a search warrant. Aware of the lamp’s value, she knew that when they found it she would be arrested for grand larceny. She refilled her wine glass.
Miriam downed another mouthful of her Merlot and decided to go inside. She went through the opening of the sliding glass doors that separated the terrace from her bedroom. The magic lamp sat alone on the center of her dresser. She picked it up, set her wineglass in its place, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She held the old brass lamp on her lap, drummed her fingertips on the mattress, and searched her weary mind for a solution to her problems. She stared down at the lantern.
“One more wish,” she pondered aloud. “One more wish.” The police will be here soon. I'd better do something quick!
Without further thought Miriam rubbed the side of the lamp. As it did before, a thick smoke engulfed the room and when it began to clear the wonderful and mysterious genie stood before her with his arms crossed.
“Greetings, Mistress,” the genie grinned. He seemed happy to see her again. “What is it that you wish of me today?”
“I would rather not make a wish right away,” Miriam said slowly, carefully choosing her words. “I will soon lose possession of your lamp and I must decide quickly how to use my final wish.”
Suddenly there was a loud pounding on her apartment door. “Shit!” she moaned. “They're here already!” She glanced anxiously at the door then back to the genie. The forceful knocks on the door repeated.
“OPEN UP! NYPD! POLICE!” a voice shouted from the hallway. “OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!”
“Damnit,” Miriam cursed shaking her fists at the door. She turned to the genie. “You stay right here. I'll be back in a minute to make that last wish. First, I have to let these bastards in.”
The shouts and knocks from the hallway persisted as Miriam, still clutching the lamp, headed toward the door. “Why did I have to fall for a guy who lives in a thing like this?” she muttered to herself on her way to meet her fate. “I wish he wasn't trapped in this damned thing.”
She opened the door and two heavy men in rumpled sports coats hurriedly entered the apartment. “I'm Detective Jackson,” the lead man barked while the other man stood in the doorway and surveyed the room with nervous eyes that darted left to right then back again as if he expected someone with gun to leap out from an unseen hiding place. “And this is my partner, Detective Clark. We have a bench warrant to search—”
“Save your breath,” Miriam cut him off. “Here's what you're looking for.” She handed the lantern to Jackson. “Now I suppose you're going to arrest me now.” She knew that it was pointless to resist and she hoped that her cooperation might cut her a little slack.
“That's right, Ma'am,” Detective Jackson nodded. “You have the right to --”
“Wait,” Miriam interrupted him again. “You can read me my rights later. But right now would you please let me get dressed before you cart me off to jail? Please,” she begged. “It'll only take a minute.”
The two cops, their urgency diffused by her calm demeanor, turned to one another. Clark shrugged his shoulders to indicate that it didn't make any difference to him. Jackson turned back to Miriam and reluctantly said, “Okay, but make it snappy! You got two minutes.”
“Thank you! Thank you!” Miriam said excitedly as she hurried back into the bedroom.
She shut the door and quickly turned the lock on the doorknob. She looked at the genie who was smiling broadly and standing in the same spot where she had left him. “You handled that nicely,” he laughed.
“I'm glad that you're amused,” she frowned. “Now here is my last wish. My head is spinning and I can't think straight but I made up my mind and this is it.” She paused for a second, then gathered her wits. “Pleasure me the way you did for my first two wishes and make it just as memorable. Then when they drag me to jail I won't care one bit.”
“If that is what you want, I shall be more than willing to comply,” said the genie eagerly.
In an instant his arms wrapped around her and he kissed her lips. Miriam slid her hand up the base of his skull her fingers combing his thick black hair. She pulled his face closer to her and his mouth crushed against hers. His hair smelled clean with hints of cedar and cloves. Soon his tongue swam inside her mouth, gliding above and below her tongue. It slithered about exploring and caressing everywhere. Miriam recalled the last time this magnificent tongue had touched her body and already warm moisture was gathering at that very area of her remembrance. When he withdrew his tongue back into his own mouth, the genie sucked the woman's along with it.
The magic man's hands slipped inside her robe and explored her body while his mouth suckled and caressed her tongue. He gently squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples with his right hand while his left massaged its way down her spine. When the hand on her back had reach her buttocks, its middle finger rode in her crack until it was buried in her slippery juices. He pulled her lubricating moisture backward and tenderly massaged the small patch of skin between her pussy and butt hole. The genie's right hand descended from the front and his fingers probed between her labia. One finger pushed through her welcoming opening while his thumb wiped across her clit in small circular sweeps. Miriam groaned into her lover's mouth. He stroked his finger in and out of her wet pussy then added another and continued to pump. On each withdrawing pull he bent one of his fingers at the first knuckle dragging it against her G-spot and then straightened the joint before plunging back in. Her body quivered at the sensation that the genie's fingers were causing. While finger-fucking Miriam with one hand, the other continued to drag and smear her lubricating fluid onto that sensitive piece of tissue between her ass and cunt. He carried her slickness to the tight pucker of her asshole and soon pushed his fingertip inside. She pulled away from the genie's mouth throwing her head back and let out a high pitched scream like the wail of a wounded animal.
“WHAT’S GOING ON IN THERE?” the detective's shout intruded into the bedroom. “COME OUT NOW! YOU’VE HAD ENOUGH TIME,” he bellowed impatiently.
“Pay them no mind,” the genie said softly. Miriam could hear the police trying to turn the locked doorknob, as she pushed her body down and rocked on the genie’s penetrating fingers.