“Stay like what? What happened to Bunny?” Rosie asked.
“She’s fat,” Samantha offered with a wink. “Obese.”
Rosie gasped. “Are you serious?”
“Yup, at least fifty pounds heavier.”
“And she is profoundly addicted to chocolate,” Inanna added. “The woman will have no memory of Lugal being a genie, or of you being her genie, Samantha. She will only remember that she has been gaining weight lately because of her uncontrollable chocolate binges.”
“Oh, that’s sweet,” Rosie said, chuckling.
“Once the paparazzi snap shots of the newly obese Bunny and plaster them all over the supermarket rags,” Inanna explained with a satisfied smile, “the woman’s business will collapse. She will be disgraced, an outcast in the weight loss industry.”
“Excellent,” Lugal said. “It is what she deserves.”
“Oh no,” Samantha said. “I mean, I really dislike Bunny, but that seems excessively cruel. Couldn’t you have her quietly sell TBT instead? In fact, I’ll buy it and turn her facilities into BTS clinics.”
“Ouch,” Rosie said. “Bunny would probably rather be a disgraced outcast.”
“We’ll do it in such a way that she saves face,” Samantha said.
“I do not like it,” Lugal said, frowning. “She deserves to be boiled in oil.”
Samantha smiled. “Not in my kitchen.” She returned her attention to Inanna. “What do you think?”
Inanna gave a nonchalant shrug. “It will be as you suggested, Samantha. Even though I believe my way is far more just due to what I know of this woman, her petty cruelty, lack of compassion for the very people she claims to want to help and her underhanded ways.”
“Thank you, Inanna,” Samantha said. “What happens as far as Lugal’s identity? He’ll need some sort of legal identification so he doesn’t get deported or something.”
With a wave of her hand, a leather-covered box, the size of a cigar box, appeared on the table. “In there Lugal will find all he needs. Birth certificate, college degrees, resumes, letters of recommendation, bank accounts, credit cards, etcetera.”
“College degrees?” Lugal hadn’t expected anything like that. “In what subject? I doubt that I am qualified for much of anything.”
“Don’t be modest, dear boy.” Inanna flicked her wrist. “You’re smart as a whip. I had a look at your records, remember? You’ve been busy these last five thousand years, acquiring skills far beyond what most mortals can achieve in a single lifetime. Whatever degree or document you need or desire will be there when the time is right. Simply open the box and ask for it.”
“You could easily be an exercise physiologist,” Charlie offered. “Or a professor of ancient studies, for that matter.”
“Just so long as he’s not an electrician,” Rosie quipped and they all chuckled.
The soaring possibilities for his future as a twenty-first century man eased Lugal’s mind. He’d he able to fit into modern society easily, without having to worry about eluding legal authorities. “This is wonderful. With my own driver’s license,” he said with a satisfied smile, “I will be able to drive!”
“No,” Inanna and Samantha said at the same time.
“That you’ll need to earn the traditional way,” Inanna explained. “I saw the report on your mailbox encounter.” She rolled her eyes. “You have a stubborn streak, just like your father.”
“Another question, great goddess,” Lugal said.
Inanna looked down at Ninazu, who was sound asleep and purring. “As long as I’m out of here before it’s his feeding time. He gets a bit testy if I let him get too hungry.”
Lugal pulled Samantha close, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Will I be able to father Samantha’s babes?”
“As many as you like,” Inanna said. “Enlil’s tablets show that Samantha is destined to conceive later today.”
Samantha gasped. ‘Really? That’s wonderful! Oh, Lugal, we’re going to be parents!”
“Our very own little goats,” he said, grinning and hugging her.
“Sam, that’s great!” Rosie chimed in.
“Of course now you’ll be mortal again,” Inanna reminded Lugal, “so for heaven’s sake, listen to your future wife and don’t go getting yourself into electrical hazards or car accidents, because, not only can you be hurt, you can also die. Understood?”
“Understood. I will strive to be a good husband who listens to his wife’s cautions.”
Inanna huffed a laugh, shooting a glance at Samantha. “Yeah, good luck with that.” She looked at the foursome and smiled. “Be seated, all of you. I wish to bestow my blessings for long life and happiness for both couples and all of your offspring.”
As Inanna stood at the head of the table, Lugal, Samantha, Rosie and Charlie took their seats on either side, close to her. They listened with respect while Inanna conferred abundant blessings and sang a soulful chant to the gods, asking that they be kept safe and protected for all their days.
After each offered Inanna profuse thanks, she and Ninazu swiftly departed in a blinding flash.
Lugal propped his elbows on the table, his face falling into his hands. “Gods,” he groaned, raking his fingers through his hair, “that was a lengthy and precarious ordeal. I feared we would not be victorious.”
He looked to his side and smiled at Samantha. “But at this moment, with the other half of my heart, my soul, sitting beside me, I am truly the happiest man on earth. Past or present.” He leaned close, giving Samantha a tender kiss. “You taste of ambrosia, little one. The thought of existing on this plane without another kiss from your sweet lips was utter agony. Implausible torture.”
“I’ve always believed in happy endings,” Samantha said, smoothing her fingers over his jaw.
Charlie and Rosie exchanged glances. “I think it’s time for us to go,” he said. “We’ve been at this almost all night and we have to pick up the kids in the morning.”
“Besides,” Rosie offered, I have a feeling you two might have some baby conceiving to do.” She winked.
Samantha and Lugal exchanged a few quiet words, nodding in agreement.
“Rosie, Charlie, please stay and sup with us a while.” Lugal clapped his belly. “My stomach speaks to me and Rosie’s luscious array of foods beckons. After we eat, then you can go.” He gave them his warmest smile. “You both know, don’t you, that I shall forever be in your debt? Whenever you are in need of a friend or assistance of any kind, you will call me first.”
That goes double for me,” Samantha said. “Thank you for being there for Lugal…for me. Without your help I’d have my head in Bunny’s toilet right now, scrubbing it what that toothbrush.” She shuddered.
“Hey, that’s what friends are for,” Rosie said. “If Charlie or I ever get trapped inside a genie bottle, I’m sure you’ll do the same for us.”
Lugal looked at the lavish spread of sweets and savories before him and grinned. He had his woman at his side and he finally had his appetite back. Ah yes, he was ready to dig in and soothe his savage hunger.
As he reached for the plate of cheese and olives, it disappeared into thin air. One by one, each of the platters of food were zapped away. Not even the wine was spared, it vanished too.
“Best brownies I’ve ever had,” came Inanna’s voice from far away.
Samantha shrugged. “Well, looks like we have no choice but to get busy conceiving that baby now. Goodnight, Rosie and Charlie.” She gave a little wave.
Before Rosie or Charlie had a chance to reply, Lugal had swept Samantha off her feet, carrying her up the stairs to their bed.
As he took each stair he whispered Sumerian odes of love and devotion in her ear, illuminating a score of deeply erotic attentions for his beloved, soon to materialize as soft flesh coupled with hard.
Epilogue
One Year Later
“Our little goats are finally asleep,” Lugal whispered, gently drawing the blanket over little Rosie while Sa
mantha fussed over baby Charlie in his crib.
“The twins are such little angels, aren’t they?” Samantha asked. “Charlie looks just like you. He’s going to be a real lady killer when he grows up.”
“They are both angels, like their mother,” Lugal replied as they tiptoed out of the nursery.
Each time she gazed at her children Samantha gave thanks. It wasn’t too long ago that she thought she’d be existing only in a void, intermittently serving a variety of possessors, while Lugal made a life with someone else. It still amazed her that she’d been so bountifully blessed. The man of her dreams, her handsome hunk of a husband, was devoted to her and the babies—as well as their business.
Beyond the Scale was thriving far beyond her wildest expectations. After purchasing Tuned by Turner’s assets, Samantha and Rosie made the decision to franchise. It was time. The demand across the nation for the popular and proven successful BTS concept was too great to ignore. Tomorrow marked the opening of their first overseas clinic, in London. Paris was soon to follow.
Samantha engaged in a secret smile. Too bad they couldn’t equip each facility with clones of Lugal. Wherever her darling exercise physiologist husband appeared, the lines were long and the women were hot with anticipation of getting close to the fitness superstar.
Bunny Turner, Samantha’s newest weight-loss client, didn’t make out too badly in the TBT deal. Enterprising as always, she used the proceeds of the sale to open Bunny’s Chocolate Haven in downtown Portland. Still plump, she seemed happier and more content than ever before…more humane and compassionate, as well as ready with a willing smile as she proudly showed off her assortment of designer chocolates.
The most sensational and exciting happening for Samantha was just around the corner. In one week, she and her business partners, Rosie, Charlie and Lugal, would be appearing on Oprah.
On Oprah!
The media superstar wanted to explore Beyond the Scale’s unique wellness concept. The notion of thousands of people dieting and exercising and actually feeling happy, excited and satisfied about it was a mind boggling anomaly.
Samantha had to pinch herself each time she thought of her good fortune. She shook her head in wonder. The good things just kept coming, one after another.
Dear Lugal, he seemed to think it was all because Samantha was a special woman. He was especially fond of telling her that goodness begets goodness and that a kind heart is rewarded with bountiful gladness.
“Let us go now and make more angelic babes,” Lugal suggested with a playful bounce of his eyebrow, snapping Samantha out of her reverie. “The twins will need playmates.”
“If it were up to you I’d be kept barefoot and pregnant,” she countered, laughing as they entered their bedroom.
“And naked, Mrs. Damu-zid,” Lugal said. “That is the most important part.”
“Did you bring the champagne up from the refrigerator?” Samantha asked.
“Of course. And a box of chocolate truffles. Our anniversary would not be the same without them, my love.”
“It was nice of Bunny to give us that big box of her finest truffle collection for our anniversary, wasn’t it?”
“Nay.” Lugal scowled. “We will not be eating those. I disposed of them.”
Samantha gasped. “You threw out a five-pound box of chocolate? Oh dear God, Lugal, that’s a mortal sin.”
His eyebrow arched. “No matter how pleasant the woman seems now, I still do not trust Bunny. Remember the kindly old woman who offered the apple to Snow White?” he asked, having just watched the classic cartoon for the first time a few days before. “She turned out to be an evil witch and the apple was poisoned.”
“Come to think of it, you have a point there.” Samantha smiled. “Oh, just think of it, darling. It’s been one year and six months since you popped out of that bottle and scared the hell out of me.”
“It was the day my life began,” Lugal said, kissing her nape.
“And mine,” Samantha agreed as Lugal peeled off her clothing. “It’s also the one year anniversary of the night we each gained our freedom from the bottle.” They glanced at the dresser. Atop it, on a marble pedestal, sat a transparent, solid plastic cube. Suspended inside were the fine powdered glass particles of the ancient bottle.
On the wall over the dresser, Lugal’s genie outfit and saber were displayed in a shadowbox frame. It had been a hell of a job getting Lugal to agree to put his saber to rest. Samantha assured him he could always break the glass and retrieve it should a lethal band of ninjas break in the house.
“Sometimes I wish we hadn’t framed your balloon pants and vest,” Samantha noted with a sigh. “You looked so damn sexy in them. Just thinking about it makes my pussy drool.” True to her word, she felt that distinct warm sluicing sensation between her thighs and she squirmed.
“If we had not retired my genie garb it surely would have disintegrated by now. Such ancient material is no match for my wild, insatiable little cat.” He caught her bottom lip in his teeth and sucked it. “Perhaps I will have a duplicate outfit made, if it pleases you.”
“Mmm, yes. I’d like that.” She tiptoed her fingers from Lugal’s abs to his pecs, playing with the traces of hair on his chest. “Maybe you can order a harem-girl outfit for me to go along with it.” She grasped his biceps and nibbled at his small, flat nipples.
Lugal smiled through a groan of pleasure. “It would be my delight to strip it from your lush curves, my sweet. Perhaps we should have several made so I can tear them from your velvet-rope-bound body.”
The sight of Lugal disrobing captured Samantha’s attention, making her forget what she was about to say next. Standing before her, his proud cock saluted, telegraphing its lusty intentions.
“You’re such an exquisitely beautiful man, Lugal.” She stroked his chest, his hard belly, then fisted his cock. “No matter how many times I’ve seen you naked, I can’t imagine ever finding your muscled warrior’s physique with its magnificent cock monotonous.” His splendid fleshscape thrilled her just as much now as it had the first time she’d laid eyes on that perfect form of his.
“You already know I feel the same about you, my curvaceous erotic queen. Our bodies were specifically made for each other, Samantha. Did Enlil’s tablets of destiny not say just that? According to Inanna we are perfectly matched souls. Ideal lovers.”
Enjoying a husky chuckle, Samantha slid her hands between Lugal’s thighs, cupping his scrotum and massaging gently. “I didn’t need a god or goddess to tell me that,” she cooed. “I figured that out all by my little old self.”
“Your cool, gentle touch charges my balls for action. It is as if I can feel the eagerness of the seed inside that awaits connection with your moist channel. Tonight we will make another little life, Samantha. I feel sure of it.”
“I have the same feeling.” She slipped one hand to his cock, tracing its length and each prominent vein with her fingers.
“I almost forgot,” Lugal said. “I have a special anniversary gift for you.” With obvious reluctance, he left Samantha’s touch and went to his nightstand drawer, retrieving a small box.
Recognizing the wrapping as that of an upscale jewelry store, Samantha tore open the wrapping, gasping with delight when she sped the glimmering gold and diamonds twinkling in the light. “Oh, Lugal, what a stunning necklace. Thank you.”
“It is not a necklace. Look again. Do you remember our shopping trip to the sex toy shop shortly after I came out of the bottle?”
Samantha laughed. “How could I ever forget?”
“These are to replace the Clipples I purchased then.”
Lifting the delicate chain from the box, it became clear to Samantha that the fine jewelry was, indeed, a pair of diamond-studded nipple clamps connected by a gold chain. “This definitely isn’t from Fabolicious Pleasure Products,” she mused with a chuckle.
“I had this made for you at a jeweler downtown,” Lugal said, taking the chain from her hand and clipping the ends onto he
r nipples. She sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden sensation of pleasure-pain. He bent to kiss each reddening peak as Samantha breathed out a lingering moan. A droplet of milk beaded at each nipple and Lugal licked them.
“Whenever you wear this, little one, you will be reminded that you are my woman…forever. And that I am your man.”
“Forever, my love,” Samantha breathed, stroking his jaw as Lugal tugged on the chain. The delicious ache encouraged another moan from deep in her throat.
“And each time I look at the gift you have given me,” Lugal said, fingering the new platinum piercing at his cock, “it will remind me of your sweet pussy and how its warm juices soothe my hard, eager flesh.”
“Have I told you how godamned unbelievably sexy your pierced cock looks?” Lugal’s splendidly decorated column of flesh jerked at her praise.
“Mr. Gar-Du Gis likes it when you say nice things about him.” Lugal gave a devilish grin as he stroked his cock. “He is impatient to thrust. He yearns to hammer hard…deep…relentlessly…” Lugal’s cock rested in his hands. He pinched the tip and it twitched again.
Samantha was mesmerized by the sight, and just as impatient as Mr. Warrior Cock was to get to the hot, sweaty business of fucking. She looked up at her husband, licking her lips. “Oh Jesus, fuck me, Lugal, before I come right here on my feet.”
His lips curled into a deliciously wicked smile. “Your wish is my command, Samantha.”
His legs spread, her husband lifted her high, seating her on his erect cock as he stood a few feet from their bed. “Like a tight, wet, silken glove,” Lugal groaned, his eyes dark with passion. “And your eyes, Samantha…that look of wonder is still there. Just as it was the first time I thrust into your cunt, my sweet. Promise me you will never lose that look of marvel. It is special to me.”
“I may get old and gray, my darling.” She combed her fingers through his hair as he walked to the bed, cradling her. “But I promise I’ll never lose that spark of wonder that you see. Because each time you make love to me, Lugal, I’m reminded of that very first time that I was bedded and bedazzled by a big, bold, barbarian of a genie.”
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