Solomon' Daughters

Chapter 2

Ant was sitting at his desk examining the stopper of the bottle when a lucky flash of light showed him there was a seal almost that exact same color of the bottle holding it in place. On the seal was some kind of weird pentagram type symbol. He reached inside his desk and pulled out one of the pocket knives from his collection, he had dozens his sister had bought from garage sales for him really cheap, and tried the cut the seal. His blade just slid off it so he place it in the groves of the seal and slowly began to exert pressure until he was pushing with all his might. The palms of his hands becoming slippery with the sweat from his exertions caused the bottle to slip slightly and the bottle to shift. His knife slid from the groove and jabbed into his thumb and his blood leaked down on the bottle.

“f*****g s**t, damn it all to hell,” he cursed as he stuck the small cut in his mouth and went to his bathroom to get a bandage leaving the bottle and knife on his desk.

One he cleaned the blood from his hand put on the bandage he returned to his room and picked up the bottle and he went to wash off the blood. That’s when he noticed that where his blood had coat the seal it had been eaten away like acid. The stopper now jiggled a little, loose in the bottle.

He took the bottle back to his desk and sat down. He put his knife back in the drawer. Then he set the bottle on his desk wrapped his hand around the base and tugged hard. With a pop the stopper jerked free and a purple mist started flowing from out from the bottle and pooling on the desk then falling to the floor almost like it was liquid. Ant stumble back from the desk in alarm his first though of pressurized poison gases, his second was ‘That is way too much mist to fit in that tiny six inch bottle.’

The mist all flowed onto the floor and began to stack on top of the mist already on the floor. It's shimmer the same color as the bottle the deep purple with silver swirls. Anthony had backed up until his knees hit the bed and he fell sprawling back on to his bed. The mist finally stopped flowing from the bottle and when it was done stacking higher it began to coalescence. The mist took on the form a girl who couldn’t be more than 5’ tall dressed in what looked like a purple and silver swirled linen sheet with arm and head holes cut out of it, it was bound at her waist with a silver belt, she was bare foot. As the last of the mist shimmered the girl became solid an in a flash of light the bottle became black. Anthony’s eyes flicked to the bottle and back to the girl who was slowly opening her eyes. Her eyes were black or so dark a brown it didn’t make a difference.

With a start he realized she was gorgeous, her black eyes in here cute face with that lightly tanned skin, and breasts that looked like they would be just a little more than a handful.

“#@$#^%$,” she said.

“Um I don’t understand what you’re saying,” he replied with trepidation.

She gave him a confused look then like a light clicked on her eyes lit up and she unexpectedly stepped forward and put her tiny index finger on his forehead and he felt a jolt, like an electrical shock pulse through his body. It wasn’t painful exactly but it wasn’t pleasant either. He jerked away from her hand and scooted farther back on his bed away from her.

“Can you understand me now,” she asked.

“Yeah, are you a genie? Why can I suddenly understand you, you’re not speaking English.”

“Technically I’m a Lesser Djinn but genie is close enough and easier to say. You can understand me because I gave you the knowledge of my language; I can’t very well server someone who can’t understand me. If it bothers you I can speak this English language if you wish I picked it up from your mind.”

“Ooookkkaay,” he said his head dropping into his hand. “I’ve finally gone bonkers, I go from lusting after my sister to having a hot genie chick hallucination in my room talking to me.”

“What is ‘bonkers’?”

He lifted his head and looked at her. She was really hot he was getting hard just looking at her.

“Bonkers is crazy, loony, mad, deranged, off my rocker, out of my mind, a few card short of a full deck.”

“And you have s****l feelings toward your sister,” she said with a raised eye brow.

He looked at her sharply.

“I said that part out loud?

“Yes.”

“Please forget you heard that.”

“Mm, for now.”

“Anyway backup to what you were saying before you picked it up from my mind. Are you reading my mind?”

“Of course I wouldn’t be able to get my masters wishes exactly right, I need to know exactly what he desires even if he can’t express himself correctly. Since you are my master for the time being I can read your mind.”

At the words ‘you are my master’ his mind automatically flashed to fantasies of her sucking his c**k and then her tied to a bed as he tortured her with pleasure till she begged him to take her. His eyes flicked to her when she cleared her throat, she had a slightly dazed expression.

“I’m still reading your mind,” she stated.

“Well it’s your fault I’m trying to keep my mind out of the gutter but with how sexy you look its hard, and you saying things like that make it absolutely impossible.”

Her faced flushed red at his backhanded compliment, and she felt a small surge of gratification that he was pleased with her looks.

“My apologies but I cannot control my thoughts and would not bother to try if I could it is my mind after all.”

“There is nothing to apologize for you are my master and I am your genie servant.”

“Ummm…. What exactly am I supposed to do with a genie servant?”

Perplexed she just stared at him.

“Ok what can you do?”

“I can grant you any wish that falls within the parameters of my aspect, which is housekeep. For example I could clean the entire house or make you dinner or wash your clothes. House renovations and expansions fall within my powers as well.”

“What do you get out of this?”

“I serve my master’s will and he will be please with me.”

“So if I wished for a car you couldn’t give it to me? But if I wished for and underground heated Olympic pool attached to the basement you could grant that one?”

“Basically.”

“Could you change my body if I wished it? Make me healthy? Stop me from aging?”

“I could remake your body anyway you wanted, and I could make you perfectly healthy, but I can’t make you live forever, only Djinn live forever. There are ways to extend your life but none are plausible at the moment.”

He thought about that for a second, then realized with chagrine that he didn't even know her name.

“Oh damn, I’m a jackass what is your name?”

“Sar-Rah,” she replied with a smile at his self-deprecation upon realizing his mistake.

“Well Sar-Rah, I’m Anthony but you can call me Ant everyone I like does.”

“So you like me,” she asked with that same mischievous glint in her eyes that his sister got when she going to do something seductive to torture him.

“Of course I’d have to be dead not to like you,” he said his voice rough with his rising arousal, and have to be dead and gay not to like looking at you he thought.

She twirled her long straight black hair around in her fingers a she grinned at him and he remembers she was reading his mind. He was concentrating on her hair when he thought back to how his sister’s hair was tipped in blonde because she knew he liked it that way. He started and returned his attention to Sar-Rah, she was still grinning but there was something different about her now than before. It took him about two seconds to realize her hair was now tipped in blood red it gave a fiery illusion to her shimmering black hair. Grinning wider when she saw him notice and read the approval in his mind of her change.

“Ok Sar-Rah is it ok if I make some wishes? This doesn’t have a negative impact on you does it?”

“No it doesn’t cause me any harm, go ahead and wish away.”

“Alright first one question can you affect mental capabilities?”

“Yes but I can’t erase your memories.”

“Ok I want you to give me photographic memory so I don’t forget anything ever again. I want you to make me perfectly healthy. I want all my body to be what you, Sar-Rah, would find physically perfect,” he said to her. ‘And I want my c**k to be the perfect size to please whatever girl I’m currently with,’ he thought at her to embarrassed to say it out loud.

“Done, done, done, and done,” she said with the glint in her eye as she said the last one.