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...