John blinked his eyes open, he felt his head resting on soft pillows, but for some reason his back wasn't on a mattress, he wasn't in bed, as his sight returned to him he saw the living room ceiling and as he rolled his eyes back he was looking up at the fireplace, the pillows were soft but he was sure they didn't feel like any he owned.
As he rolled his eyes forwards and raised his head a little he blinked, did a double take and then uttered a confused "What the fuck?"
His eyes fell on the two visions of beauty that were kneeling on the floor either end of the sofa that sat opposite the fireplace, they were both perfect, they were both very different but at the same time they were both perfect, on his left hand side sat a curvaceous beauty with smooth gorgeous milk chocolate coloured skin, long straight black hair that fell across her breasts and ended by her belly button, full pouty lips, deep emerald coloured eyes, breasts that justified the nickname melons by their sheer size but were firm and offered absolutely no sag, these gave way to a lightly toned stomach, cute belly button and flared out a little into curvy hips. On his right hand side sat a red haired feisty looking busty beauty with fairer skin implying Scottish or Celtic heritage, tits that were unbelievable and possibly slightly bigger than her ebony partner's the tops and nipples of which were covered by her wavy mane of red hair, a stomach that curved in a little but wasn't quite as toned as the chocolate beauty sat on the left, instead it had a natural beauty to it and gave way to beautiful hips and silky smooth looking thighs. Both ladies were dressed in black see through garments that had strategically placed areas of extra material to cover nipples and hide their cunts. These garments had straps that held them to the ladies' shoulders and no sleeves, both ladies' wrists had gothic looking bracelets on them of a style that John had loved. The garments ended just above the knees of each woman and gave way to beautiful lower legs.
Both women had their head's slightly bowed so they were looking at him but with a posture implying subservience.
As he uttered his "What the fuck?" both women looked up at him, then they started creeping him out, they started talking in unison.
"Hello master, we are your servants, as reward for releasing us from our vessel we are yours to claim, thank you master".
This was too much, he started to remember the time before his blackout and decided he must of hit his head pretty hard for him to be hallucinating like this.
"What the fuck?" was all he could still manage.
Picking up on his apparent confusion the women spoke in unison again;
"We are twin Djinn created for your pleasure you may claim us for your own and be our master for as long as you desire our services".
This was creepy, like the kids singing "we don't need no education" in the Pink Floyd song Another Brick in the wall, people talking in unison like that always got to John and he was starting to consider calling an ambulance, his fall must have knocked something out in his brain for him to be experiencing this level of weirdness.
"Who are you?" he managed blearily.
"We are your personal djinn, in modern language we would be referred to as sex genies".
Suddenly he wasn't feeling so confused now, although he had to do a double take he was sure he'd heard correctly, he could handle this hallucination a bit longer if this was the way it was going to go.
He suddenly felt a tingle in his head and saw a flash across the eyes of the two strange women sitting in his living room, why he wasn't asking how they got there was beyond him, but hey when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
Before he could react to the tingle in his head the girls spoke in unison again.
"You are in perfect mental and physical health, we are not a hallucination and we have not broken into your house."
This startled John, "I never even mentioned any of that how the hell did you know what I was thinking?"
"We are djinn" they responded, still talking together like a choir and that answer was apparently meant to cover all the concerns John was having right now.
"That doesn't make it any clearer, what's a djinn and what makes you think I believe any of this mystical, superstitious crap that your spouting?"
"Djinn are a race of genies who's specific area of expertise is sex, sexuality and eroticism, we were often gifted to powerful leaders as their sex slaves or to people who earned our services through protecting or saving a djinn", they answered, still in unison.
That double track was getting to him now.
"We are sorry we offended your beliefs." they concluded.
John was startled now, he hadn't felt offended, a little confused but not offended.
"When did you offend me?"
"You referred to it as 'mystical, superstitious crap', clearly we have offended you, we are truly sorry and will accept punishment, master."
He was about to ask about something else but he decided to tackle a smaller issue first.
"Why do you talk together, I mean you're perfectly in sync with each other and that's a skill but why do you not just address me one at a time?"
"Until you name us we are one and therefore can only speak as such"
"Hahahaha, name you? Seriously? What kind of person doesn't have their own name when they're trying to sell... whatever whack-job beliefs you're pushing?"
Both ladies bowed their heads more and looked genuinely hurt, but in response to his query they responded "We are djinn, master"
So we're back to that line again, thought John, now that they were running low on lines he decided to try taking these people off script altogether and expose the giant gaping hole in their sales pitch, they said they were genies so let's try the obvious test.
"I wish I had a ferrari in my garage"
Nothing, the girls looked at each other before speaking in unison once again.
"We cannot grant that wish master"
Of course you can't John thought, but he decided to bite anyway.
