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  I could see the wheels turning in my parents’ minds, they were trying to come up with a reason why they couldn’t get Johnny to do the same kind of thing they got him to do every day of the week.

  “All right,” Dad finally said. “Come back to me on your nineteenth birthday and if you really still want to pursue the career of a film star then we’ll go for it. For the next year, study for something else, just humour your mother and I, okay, just for a year?”

  I nodded. “Okay, Daddy, that sounds reasonable.” I always called him Daddy when I’d got my way.

  I could see they were very disappointed when I hit nineteen and I still wanted to be a Bollywood siren, but if nothing else, my parents were always true to their word.

  * * * *

  Johnny grumbled all the way to the set, as he was wont to do, but he did work his magic on Dakshi Patel.

  “You’re absolutely stunning,” Dakshi gasped. “You’d be perfect for the lead role in Mishti. I want to sign you up right now.”

  “All right, buddy,” Johnny continued to grumble as the producer shuffled around his filing cabinet drawers. “You might think this young lady is the best thing since Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves but you will keep your hands off her. You will respect her and never proposition her.”

  I shot him a look. Dakshi was pretty handsome for an older dude and I had looked forward to being with him or at least sucking his cock. As a virgin I was obsessed with the blow job. I had heard from my mates that it was the ‘in-thing’ to do.

  “It was what your father wanted.” He smiled smugly. “And you know I have to follow his orders. Anyway, that’s my job done, I’m out of here.” And poof! He disappeared in a plume of smoke. I used to be impressed by it as a kid, but really, it got old the more you saw it.

  It was only after I signed the contract and walked out onto the lot that I realised that really I should have a copy of it. Daddy would not be a happy man if I told him I had forgotten to get proof of my employment. So around I turned and headed back to the office in the corner of the studios.

  It wasn’t until I put my hand on the knob and stuck my head through the gap of the slightly ajar door that I thought there was something unusual or even contemplated knocking. After all it had only been a matter of minutes since I was last there. However what I saw stopped me in my tracks. I ducked my head back out of the room and just peered around the solid wood door between me and the sexy scene unfolding on the other side of it.

  There was Dakshi, perched on the very edge of his desk, a pretty young Bollywood maiden on her knees before him. I couldn’t see much from my angle but her head bobbed up and down and he moaned lustfully. He wrapped her long, black hair around his fingers.

  “That’s better, but don’t think I’ve forgotten your punishment.”

  He pushed her away from his crotch affording me a glimpse of his hard cock. It made me salivate. I knew I should have left them, given them the privacy they obviously needed, but I was far too fascinated by the action unfolding before me. Besides, they were too caught up in each other to notice me.

  “Get up and lean over my desk,” he commanded, and she did as she was told. Her light, Indian summer, sunset-coloured sari swirled then settled as she presented her rear end. I anticipated sex and waited impatiently. Dakshi lifted the starlet’s sari, pulling back the folds expertly to reveal her plump buttocks, which, to my shock, were naked.

  If I was shocked by her lack of underwear, I was stunned when Dakshi brought down his hand harshly upon her bottom. She barely moved and he continued to strike viciously. It was the first time I’d seen anyone undergo such punishment and I wondered if I should interrupt and rescue the poor girl.

  Dakshi was clearly getting off on it as his milk chocolate cock stood out stiffly from the fastening of his western jeans. In my mind I was condemning him for being such a pervert, for getting off on hurting such a poor defenceless young thing, when she started to moan.

  “Oh, fuck me, Sir,” she begged and pressed her arse out for more punishment, “please, Sir, I can’t take any more.”

  When I realised she was enjoying it I allowed myself to enjoy the feeling of arousal that had boiled up in the pit of my stomach. I slipped my fingers under my sari and sought out the wet crotch of my knickers. I didn’t understand why I was turned on, I was a little repulsed by the attraction if truth be told but I was also fascinated by it.

  “As you begged so nicely, slave,” he purred, “I will relent and fuck your juicy cunt.”

  Such language, such roughness, I thought as he slammed himself into her without a moment’s hesitation. She was obviously wet as I could hear the moist slap as he fucked her roughly against the desk. I came just before he did, my eyes closing as liquid flooded my knickers. I quickly realised where I was and what I’d just done and turned away from the office then. It seemed like no one had seen me. Phew!

  I waited in the shadows behind an elaborate Taj Mahal set and thought about what had just happened. I’d seen my first cock, watched some pretty damn kinky stuff and enjoyed it. I couldn’t really get my head around what it was that I found so appealing, but every time I thought of that girl—her buttocks exposed and his hand slapping it—I felt a jolt of pleasurable warmth flood my pussy.

  * * * *

  It wasn’t the last time I watched Dakshi fuck. He fucked a lot of girls and always left the door ajar when he did so. I found out it was a bit of a signal. The others told me never to go into his office unless the door was shut and I could knock. It seemed a little strange to me but I thought he got off on the idea he could be watched.

  I don’t think he ever knew I watched, I was very discreet. Dakshi was not always kinky with the girls, he was always rough and demanding and I was fairly certain none of the girls I saw him with ever had an orgasm. I wasn’t saying they didn’t enjoy the experience but he seemed fixated on his own pleasure more than theirs.

  I didn’t think that was right. I did long for a taste of the same treatment but as Johnny had bewitched every bloody man on set I wasn’t going to get anything from anyone there.

  “Your father commanded it,” was his annoying response. “You’re too young and too single to be having sex anyway.”

  “You don’t believe that.” I tutted. “And neither does Dad. Even I know they were at it before they married.”

  “That’s not the point,” Johnny replied, that annoying smirk plastered across his human-form face. “He’s just protecting you and your innocence.”

  “I can look after myself,” I snapped.

  “I doubt it, you don’t even own a packet of condoms.”

  “Johnny, have you been through my things?” I exclaimed.

  “Oh, stop with the false outrage, you know I know everything that’s in that damn house. It’s true though. Until you are responsible enough to think of safe sex you’re not ready for it.”

  “And I suppose you have condoms coming out of your ears.”

  “No, because Djinns don’t need them, especially ones like me who haven’t seen a female Djinn in centuries.”

  “What about humans?” I asked.

  “What about them?”

  “Well, you’re in human form, surely you have all the functioning bits and pieces…”

  “I do, yes, but I do not feel attraction to human women.”

  “Bollocks,” I exclaimed.

  “Yes, I have two, but young lady, you shouldn’t speak like that.”

  “Johnny, have you really never fucked a human?”

  “Never, now let’s change the subject.”

  “Really? I’m sure they’d find you kind of appealing, you’re not that ugly.”

  “Well, thanks for the stunning compliment there, petal.” He was being sarcastic, I could tell by the way he sounded like Mum. “But no, never ever have I touched a woman like that. I couldn’t.”

  “Do you not know how?”

  “Don’t be silly, of course I know how! It’s just my heart belongs to another.”
/>   “Aww, that’s romantic.”

  “Nah, it’s serious. It’s basically added up to approximately three hundred and fifty-two years, seventy-eight days and thirteen hours of celibacy, give or take a minute or two.”

  “Sounds like true love to me,” I said.

  Johnny just nodded.

  “I think I just heard your father call me.” He disappeared.

  I had never experienced anything close to love. Infatuation yes, lust, oh definitely, but I knew I’d never been in love. Funny how you found it in the strangest places.

  Chapter Three

  Johnny

  So things went well at first. I got Kiya into Bollywood and Kiya was happy. I made sure no lecherous actors or directors hit on Kiya, and Rahul was happy. Laura could see her baby doing well and could tell she was content so, you guessed it, she was miserable.

  Mothers!

  “It’s just not a proper job, Johnny. I worry about her.”

  “Really? Is this the girl who adored Bollywood so very much as a kid? Now it’s not a good enough career for your daughter.”

  “I loved the magic of the movies.” Laura sighed and folded the sari in her hands. “Now I know what happens behind the scenes, I worry for my baby.”

  “Rahul has it covered, I’ve influenced every sweaty man in the damn industry, not one of them will make a move on your daughter.”

  “I know, I know, but you can’t protect her from bad reviews and comments about her weight and stupid stuff like that. You know, the things that really screw a kid over.”

  “Even if she was a nun you’d not be able to protect her from that.”

  “I guess not, Johnny. I’d be less worried for her in a convent though.”

  “Blimey, I’m good but even I can’t convince your daughter to nun up!”

  “No, I guess not.” Laura’s smile limped across her lips. “I suppose she’s just got to find her own way.”

  “She won’t go anyone else’s,” I huffed. “She gets her stubbornness from her parents.”

  “Oh, Johnny, you’re ever the charmer.”

  I rolled my eyes and was about to puff back into my lamp, I had a scarf to finish knitting—what, even Djinns got a little chilly now and then—when Kiya burst into the living room.

  “Mum, Mum, you’ll never guess what’s happened!” she screamed and threw herself into Laura’s arms.

  “What, my sunbeam, has a good man proposed?”

  “No, no, no, way better than that. They want me in Hollywood!”

  “Hollywood?” Laura looked hesitant for a moment but was carried away with her daughter’s enthusiasm. “Wow, that’s amazing.”

  “Yeah, well, I told you last week that Leaf Brook was at the studio, he was checking out the place for some film he was planning to do with a little bit set in Mumbai. Well, he loved Mishti so much he’s decided he wants to make his own Bollywood film in Hollywood.”

  “How does that even work?” I mumbled. “Hollywood isn’t Bollywood.”

  “Johnny, hush, it doesn’t matter, does it? Anyway…” She turned away from me and started gabbling at her mother again. Something about him being so struck with her beauty and unusual looks that he wanted her for the female lead in his Hollywood blockbuster.

  “So, when’s he coming over again to film?” I asked. I’d have a new pile of men to bewitch into not drooling all over Kiya.

  “He’s not, I’m going to Hollywood!”

  Laura squealed as loud as her daughter for a moment, then it caught up with her.

  “You are planning to take me with you aren’t you?”

  “Aw, Mum, of course not.”

  “Oh.”

  “Don’t be upset, Mum, but this is the ideal opportunity for me to break out and see a bit of the world on my own. I’m twenty and I want to experience life, you know?”

  Laura sighed but nodded. “You will be careful, won’t you?”

  “Yes, Mum.”

  “And you’ll ring me every day?”

  “Oh, Mother.” Kiya rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, I’ll ring you.”

  “Well, okay then, it looks like my daughter’s going to Hollywood.”

  * * * *

  At the time it didn’t bother me. America was not a place I ever visited. It was a Djinn thing. There were some Djinns who had very long memories and held stupid grudges. A whole mess of them lived in America so I stayed away from that geographical area. Who wanted skyscrapers and fast food anyway? I knew Kiya would be happy to escape her family for a while and I thought it’d be pleasant to not have to deal with her for a while too. As pleasant as she was, she doubled my workload and I needed a rest. I worked very hard, you know—I was a slave, please remember that.

  It was later that night that the shit really hit the fan. Rahul called me forth just as I was working on the last crossword clue of the day.

  “What do you want?” I snapped. “I’m this close to working out five down.”

  “I want you to go to Hollywood with Kiya.”

  “What?” I dropped my newspaper. “No, no, no. I am your Djinn, not hers. I go where you go.”

  “But if I give her my pendant you could go with her in that.”

  “But that’s only for emergencies, Rahul. You know I am linked to you, my power is inextricably linked to being with my earthly master. More’s the pity really.”

  “Yes, but if I command you to go, do the whole wish thing, you’ll have to go, right? And I can wish that your powers will be strong while you’re away from me and all that crap, can’t I?”

  I didn’t want to tell him that yes, he was indeed right. I needed to be linked to my master, I didn’t have to live in his pocket.

  “Rahul, buddy, listen. I can’t go to America. I just can’t. I have a reputation over there and there’s a lot of bad blood between myself and the American Djinns. I really can’t set foot in the US, they’ll kill me.”

  “Oh, come off it. I’m sure a big strapping Djinn like you can look after yourself. Anyway, it’s only for a few months and you could keep under the radar. All I want you to do is look after Kiya.”

  “Kiya is old enough to look after herself, Rahul. You should give her freedom.”

  “Don’t you dare, Johnny. You’re not a father. I don’t want my daughter thousands of miles away from me. She’ll be completely alone and vulnerable in the world. No, Johnny, she needs my protection and the best way I can do that is to send you.”

  “You could go yourself,” I snapped.

  “Kiya would go mental if I did. But you could go under cover, not let on you were there, you know? I could hide the pendant in her luggage. She’d never realise you were there.”

  “Rahul, I don’t tell you much about my past but please understand the Djinns in America aren’t just mildly pissed off with me because of my harsh and abrasive ways. They’re seriously pissed off. I did something, something I’m not proud of and it has set them against me. I don’t know why they’ve held on to the grudge for this damn long, but Djinns have long memories, I suppose. So please understand I’m not just seeking out an excuse. I really am walking into the lion’s den if I go over there.”

  “I’m sorry, Johnny, but my daughter is too precious to send away on her own and I cannot make her stay home, she’d hate me forever. No, Johnny, I command you, I wish for you to take my daughter to Hollywood and to stay with her and protect her and bring her home safely.”

  “As you wish, Master.” I scowled and disappeared back to my comfy tea kettle away from the stupid and annoying human. I don’t know why I kept doing it to myself, I kept hoping that one day one of them would be kind to me. That they’d be anything but selfish. But no, every time I asked for anything I was knocked back.

  I really didn’t want to run the risk of running into my love’s family over there. I had loved her so damn much, still did actually, I wished I’d never left her. But they had got some bee in their bonnet about it all and had been really off with me since. She was back in Jennistan now, living
her life blissfully unaware that I missed her every single day I was here in the human world without her. But I shouldn’t be telling you all this.

  Her family, the idiots, well, they were captured by some human or other a little while after me, about a century or so later I believed. Yet when I bumped into them on my travels they had been as violent and hostile as they had been in Jennistan. I’d tried to make peace, I really had, but they weren’t having it. So they stayed on one side of the globe and I stuck to the other and East and West should never meet. But no, my stupid master had commanded me to go into enemy territory. Well, he’d be bloody sorry when his Djinn didn’t come back.

  Chapter Four

  Kiya

  People thought I had it all. Haadiyaa certainly believed so. She was constantly whining on about how I had everything I’d ever wanted and how my life was completely cushy and hers wasn’t. I nodded and sympathised and told her to make the best of what she had, she was lucky in her own way. She thought I was patronising her. I wasn’t, I truly thought she was lucky.

  I was one of the biggest stars in Bollywood and I was still a virgin. I had barely even kissed a boy. When I got anywhere close Johnny puffed into existence and spoilt things.

  Masturbating was almost impossible too. Not that Johnny appeared in my room often, it was just I knew he could and that knowledge put me on edge. If I made one whimper or moan that he latched onto he’d be in my room and great embarrassment would ensue. I couldn’t wait until I was in America and all on my own! I wouldn’t have to lie stiller than still with my hand over my mouth as I masturbated. I’d not have to worry about Djinn intervention in the US.

  I would have loved to close my eyes and fantasise about a big, hard man taking me. I would have liked to run some kind of sex dream through my mind of who I might meet in the US and what they might do to me but I was scared to close my eyes when pleasuring myself. I had to be on constant Djinn watch. It was why I didn’t bother masturbating often but sometimes I just had to. I would get to the point where I just couldn’t let it all build up inside me any longer.