Samantha and Her Genie

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  As waves of boundless pleasure rocked through her, she wondered how it was possible that each orgasm was more compelling, hotter, stronger than the last. How could her body possibly be taken to such astonishing new heights each time they made love?

  Just when Samantha thought herself physically and emotionally incapable of another increment of pleasure, Lugal spanked her right buttock, whisking her to another level of bliss. To a realm where nothing existed but the purest, most decadent form of pleasure and satisfaction imaginable.

  A wild, ragged growl tore loose from Lugal’s throat as he shuddered, pressing Samantha hard against the bedpost. Spurt after spurt of creamy, hot cum jetted inside her spasming pussy as his weight crushed against hers.

  His flesh and hers connected from head to toe, the final tremors of orgasm rippled through their bodies. Lugal carefully cut the ties that bound Samantha. Lifting her from the floor, he drew her close, kissing her sweetly as her arms wrapped around his neck.

  “It was a good celebration, yes? Welcome to your new abode, little one,” he said against her ear, depositing a gentle kiss on her lobe.

  At Lugal’s words, Samantha’s insides came alive with love and laughter and a deep abiding gratitude for the wonderful man who had become the other half of her soul.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Time passed quickly as workers toiled, transforming the first floor of Henley House into Beyond the Scale. Happily, the charm and ambience of the Victorian structure was preserved, while successfully pairing it with a modern, contemporary feel.

  It was a mere three months after she’d taken possession of the house that the work was completed. The rapidity in which it was finished was astounding. Quality, custom conversions of this magnitude could easily take more than a year before they were finalized.

  Of course, most construction projects weren’t set in motion by a genie’s magic.

  After the final day of hammer banging, sawing and drilling, all of the suppliers delivered and installed their equipment, from the exercise machines to the computers, to fully outfitted office suites.

  Samantha was thrilled with the makeover, from the quality of workmanship to the unambiguous eye appeal of the conversion. Beyond the Scale was warm and welcoming while conveying an air of professionalism.

  All the weight-loss counselors had been trained, printed material and sets of audio-visual media featuring Samantha were ready for dissemination to clients, nutritionists were onboard and there was a yard-long waiting list of excited clients.

  Perfect. Everything was absolutely, positively perfect.

  With one exception.

  In less than three months she would lose Lugal. Forever.

  Their relationship had developed into an ideal coupling of mind, body and spirit. So much so that Samantha couldn’t begin to imagine life without her beloved genie. Though Lugal had sustained his alpha male persona, he was also loving, full of laughter, supportive and tireless in his efforts to keep Samantha deliciously, deliriously happy, both in bed and out.

  Each time she allowed her thoughts to drift to the end of their sixth month together, a pain tore through her chest, ripping her heart, stabbing at her soul. Thinking of Lugal returning to the shadowy deadness of that bottle was utterly unthinkable.

  Much to her delight, Lugal had become an enthusiastic and integral part of Beyond the Scale. Rosie’s husband Charlie, who hadn’t been able to unearth any information about Inanna as yet, had suggested that Lugal conduct exercise classes, offering Warrior Fitness sessions.

  Charlie thought the techniques Lugal had mastered while soldiering and leading the Sumerian armies would offer an entirely new form of exercise routine to Samantha’s weight-loss clients. Having instructed thousands of soldiers in the art of self-defense and methods to keep their bodies lean, fit and toned, Lugal was eager to take on the task.

  It was clear to Samantha that he thrived on the idea of having something of value to contribute. Determined to provide the finest fitness training to Samantha’s clients, Lugal gave the development of Warrior Fitness classes his utmost attention and dedication. She’d never seen him so alive, so animated.

  It warmed Samantha’s heart to see that Lugal’s sense of worth, of purpose, had returned.

  Charlie volunteered to be Lugal’s official guinea pig, offering up his soft scholar’s physique to test the new exercise routines. In less than three months, his body had transformed from marshmallowy to solid and defined.

  To say Rosie was pleased at her husband’s physical transformation would be an understatement. While she adored Charlie whether his belly was cushy or sported a six pack, muscularity definitely had the edge. She couldn’t seem to keep her hands off her renovated husband.

  On the day before Beyond the Scale’s grand opening, Samantha was riding high on an energized wave of excitement. She’d never been happier or more elated.

  Until the arrival of an unexpected visitor…

  “Bunny!” she said, startled when she opened the front door. The last person she expected to see on her doorstep was the owner of Tuned by Turner, especially after Bunny’s parting words when Samantha had turned in her resignation.

  “I knew from the beginning that you wouldn’t be able to cut it as a weight-loss counselor,” she’d told Samantha with a smug smile that day. “Your driving need to consume chocolate clearly supersedes any drive to succeed. I have no doubt you wouldn’t have met the mandatory thirty pounds in six weeks deadline TBT issued to you anyway. Perhaps you’d be happier as a clerk behind a Godiva’s chocolate counter.”

  With a final, uppity sneer, she turned her back to Samantha, returning to her work.

  Samantha wasn’t surprised. Bunny Turner’s stinging remarks were telling of her petty personality. Bunny knew she was losing her most popular counselor and clearly took pleasure in striking out by getting in a final jab, purposely designed to wound.

  And now here she was, standing across the threshold from Samantha.

  “Hello Sam.” The air chilled considerably as the starchy woman entered the room, uninvited. “I understand congratulations are in order.” She surreptitiously craned her neck, scrutinizing Beyond the Scale’s décor and character.

  “Thank you. It’s nice of you to come to wish me well,” Samantha said, well aware Bunny hadn’t actually offered her congratulations.

  Any pretense of warmth was abandoned when Bunny turned sharply on her stiletto heel to face Samantha.

  “I thought it was only fair to pay you a personal visit to advise you that if your company exploits any of Tuned by Turner’s ideas, methods or materials, you’ll find yourself slapped with a lawsuit and your brand new little business shuttered before you can blink.”

  Samantha smiled as she gathered her thoughts. “How kind of you to express your concern, Bunny, but I can assure you that Beyond the Scale is as far removed from Tuned by Turner as possible. It’s an entirely different concept. We focus on overall health, fitness and wellbeing rather than merely weight loss…hence, the name.”

  “I’m sure.” Bunny gave her an icy once-over. “However, there’s still the matter of your employment contract, Sam. Opening a competing business within three years of leaving TBT’s employ is expressly prohibited, if you’ll recall.”

  Samantha broke into a genuine smile. “Oh yes, I recall, Bunny. It seems you’ve forgotten what happened the day you hired me though.”

  “Hey, Sam,” Rosie said as she came into the room. Her head was down, looking over some paperwork, so she didn’t see Bunny at first. “What should I do about the—”

  “We have company, Rosie,” Samantha interrupted, and Rosie’s head popped up, a look of surprise etched across her features. Bunny had treated Rosie to a similar, cutting farewell upon her resignation.

  “Bunny…shit, what are you doing here?”

  “Warmth and people skills have never been your forte, Rosie,” Bunny noted. “Which makes me immeasurably pleased that you’re working for Sam’s company instead of mine
. Although your term of employment here will be painfully short.”

  “Bunny’s here to put the fear of God into me about opening a competing business,” Samantha explained. “Something about a clause in my contract when I signed on.” She chuckled.

  “I don’t see what’s so funny.” Bunny bristled with haughtiness. “I doubt you’ll be laughing when my team of attorneys—”

  “Hold that thought, Bunny,” Rosie said, hurrying out of the lobby. “I’ll be back in a jiff.”

  Bunny made use of the few minutes Rosie was gone by studying her surroundings. Samantha could tell she was impressed. Who wouldn’t be? Beyond the Scale was a state-of-the-art masterpiece of functionality, organization and ambience. The inviting BTS looked like an upscale designer boutique, while the TBT facilities looked like discount stores in comparison.

  “For someone who drove a ragtag little tin can of a car and lived in a ramshackle cracker box of a house,” Bunny sniffed, “I must say I’m surprised to see such an ambitious undertaking. The mortgage and debt you’ve incurred must be mind-boggling.”

  “Not that it’s any of your business, Bunny, but I own BTS free and clear.”

  That got a raised eyebrow from Bunny. “Pity you’ll have to let it all go after you’re shut down. However…perhaps I can see about helping you out by purchasing the facility to convert it into a TBT location, dear.” She glanced around, as if eyeing rotting sewage. “Although it would take a great deal of work to convert this to TBT standards.”

  “You can say that again,” Samantha agreed, swallowing the urge to guffaw. “Always thinking of others, aren’t you, Bunny?” While she’d never been very good at bitchery, being in Bunny’s callous presence somehow made it much easier. “But your help won’t be necessary…dear.”

  Rosie bounced back into the room, Lugal at her side. Bunny’s posture turned fluid as she gazed at the big hunk of Sumerian male before her. He was clothed in his Warrior Fitness garb, which had been designed to Lugal’s precise specifications. The outfit was a bare-fleshed replica of the soldier’s uniform he wore as leader of his army.

  Copper cuffs banded his wrists and arms just above his biceps, highlighting exquisitely defined muscles. In lieu of the traditional flax material worn, Lugal’s short linen skirt-like garment was also adorned with copper embellishments. No man taking a Warrior Fitness class would leave without dreaming of developing a body as toned and defined as the class instructor’s.

  And no woman would exit the class without dreaming of designing a body fit and flab-free enough to appeal to the Adonis-like Lugal.

  The brief outfit of ancient design was definitely having the desired effect on Bunny.

  “Hello, Rabbit,” Lugal said without a trace of humor.

  “Bunny,” she cooed in correction.

  “Ah yes, my apologies. English is not my native tongue. Sometimes I confuse animal names,” Lugal offered, straight-faced, while Samantha couldn’t help chuckling a bit. “So you have come to offer your congratulations on the eve of the opening of Samantha’s weight-loss center.”

  “Actually, I’ve come on a matter of legal concern,” Bunny said. “You see, regrettably—”

  “Regrettably,” Rosie said, effectively cutting her off, “you neglected to reference Samantha’s customized TBT employment contract before showing up on her doorstep, threatening her with the dissolution of her new business.” She held a paper out to Bunny.

  Bunny narrowed her eyes, glancing at the paper as if it were contaminated with cooties.

  “You’ll note,” Rosie continued, “that the clause in question was struck from the contract…and initialed by both you and Sam.”

  Bunny’s expression turned ugly. “Let me see that.” Setting her purse on the long, narrow hall table, she snatched the contract from Rosie’s grasp. Her eyes widened as she looked at the crossed out section. “This is ludicrous. Scratching that clause out and forging my initials, isn’t going to save you from financial and personal ruin, Sam. You’ve made a critical error in judgment, why not just own up to it before you embarrass yourself by opening shop tomorrow?”

  “Put on your thinking cap, Bunny,” Samantha suggested. “Let’s travel back to the day you hired me. TBT was still a fledgling company, hungry for growth and eager to sign on personable counselors with valid people skills and a solid knowledge of TBT’s diet program. When I saw the no-compete clause in the contract, I changed my mind and decided not to sign on with TBT, remember?”

  Bunny’s face was blank, noncommittal. But Samantha caught a substantial eye twitch going on.

  “I told you then,” Samantha continued, “that it was my goal, my dream to open my own weight-loss center one day. You laughed when I confessed that to you, Bunny. You said every fat girl yearns to open her own diet center, but once they sign with TBT, they realize they’re affiliated with the best in the business. You assured me I’d forget my dream once I worked for you. In fact, you were so doggone certain, you crossed out that clause and initialed it. Does that ring a bell, Bunny?”

  As realization dawned, Bunny’s face drained of color. Samantha couldn’t help relishing the moment.

  A defiant glare evident across her surgically enhanced features, Bunny tore the contract into narrow strips.

  “I guess you neglected to notice that was a photocopy,” Rosie pointed out. “When you get back to the office you may as well have a peek at my TBT employment contract too. Same strikeout.” Rosie gave a triumphant smile. “You’ve got the originals and we have the carbon copies.”

  Bunny’s cheeks pinked to match the color of her designer suit. “My people will be watching you and your business with an eagle eye,” she threatened, wagging a chastising finger under Samantha’s nose. “If there’s even the slightest indication that you’ve stolen any of TBT’s ideas, believe me, you’ll rue the day you left my employ to start up this ridiculous little company of yours.”

  “You are not a nice woman,” Lugal stated. “Your wicked presence casts a pall on Samantha’s home and business. You will leave now.” He took Bunny by the arm, escorting her to the door.

  “He must be gay,” Bunny groused to Samantha as he ushered her out. She didn’t object to Lugal’s firm grip on her arm, in fact she seemed to lean in closer to him as they walked across the room. “Or a gigolo,” she added. “That’s the only feasible explanation why a man with his looks would be the least bit interested in you.”

  As the last few words left her mouth, Lugal slammed the door in Bunny’s face.

  “Whew!” Rosie said, shivering. “What a mega-bitch.”

  “I am not familiar with this word,” Lugal said, “but it somehow sounds appropriate.”

  “Something tells me we haven’t heard the last from her,” Samantha said. “I just hope she doesn’t do anything to harm the success of Beyond the Scale.”

  “That would not be possible,” Lugal assured. “You wished for your company to be successful.” He smiled. “Therefore, it cannot be otherwise, no matter what Bunny may attempt.”

  “That’s right…I forgot about that.” A relieved smile stretched across her features. “That makes me feel a whole lot better.”

  Lugal patted his six-pack abs. “My stomach speaks to me. I need food.”

  Samantha laughed. “You’re always hungry.”

  Rosie nodded. “Charlie’s like that too, now that he’s been working out.”

  “There’s plenty of stuff in the refrigerator to make a nice picnic lunch for the three of us,” Samantha said. “We can eat it outside on the back porch. We need a break after that nasty visit from the wicked witch.”

  The trio walked back to the kitchen.

  Damn. Half way to her car, Bunny realized she’d left her purse in the BTS lobby. The last thing she wanted was to go back in there and face that smug Sam and her self-satisfied cohorts. Well…except for that glorious specimen of manhood, Lugal. Mmm, he could manhandle her any day. What she wouldn’t give for just one glorious night fucking that huge, hand
some hunk.

  Expelling a sigh as the warmth of desire spread low in her belly, she retraced her steps until she stood facing the facility’s front door. Her hand poised to ring the bell, she realized the door was slightly ajar. Maybe she could sneak in and retrieve her purse without them even knowing. She felt a migraine coming on and really needed to avoid another unsavory confrontation.

  Easing the door open, Bunny tiptoed to the lobby’s hall table. As she lifted her purse, voices from another room distracted her.

  Well son of a bitch…they were talking about her!

  Bunny looked around. There was no one in sight. She scooted down the hall a bit to hear better…

  “Did you see the way Bunny was looking at Lugal?” Rosie asked. “Jesus, she wanted to hump him right there in the lobby.”

  Sam laughed. “She’s hot for my man, all right.”

  “I do not blame her for this,” Lugal said. Bunny had to stifle a moan at the delicious sound of that deep, sexy, accented voice of his. “Most females have a strong, lusty response to me,” Lugal continued. “This is what happens when you have a perfectly honed physique like mine.”

  “He’s really far too modest,” Rosie joked.

  “Yeah,” Sam agreed. “The poor guy’s in serious need of a shot of self-esteem.” She laughed.

  “Thank God he’s your genie and not Bunny’s,” Rosie said. “Can you imagine how insufferable she’d be if she was Lugal’s owner? She’d probably keep Lugal strapped to the bed twenty-four-seven to, um, service her needs.”

  Bunny’s ears perked.

  “Many of my possessors have done this,” Lugal said. “I remained chained that way until they made their third wish and I returned to the bottle.”

  Bunny’s pussy soaked.

  “Charlie’s been working tirelessly to find information about Inanna,” Rosie said. “He thinks he may have discovered some leads. He said it might be helpful if he could borrow the box and bottle Lugal was trapped in to examine them for clues.”