Alan cracked his eyes open expecting to see rays of light penetrating the darkness of his room. Instead he was met with nothing more than the red glow from the numbers on his alarm clock. He had never been much of a morning person so it was a little unsettling that he felt surprisingly alert at 4-whatever in the morning. He thought it might be his body adapting to the morning exercise and waking him up earlier in anticipation. Alan tried to close his eyes and drift back to sleep but someone slipped an idea into his brain. He couldn't take his genies to work again--that was almost a complete disaster even without the magi showing up--but he could take them away from his apartment for the day. He could take them to a place where no one would find them. Some place fun.
Alan's idea excited him. He bounced out of bed and after he quickly flung some clothes on he went across the hall to rouse his genies. If they got on the road soon they could make it before 10.
"Hey sleepyheads! Wake up! Today," he announced far too jovially for being up before the sun, "we are being spontaneous."
He called to leave a message with his boss at work that he wouldn't be coming in today. He needed a vacation and was going to use some of his accrued paid time off.
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Alan went to get a snack out of the cooler that he had brought along. He knew how much his genies enjoyed eating with him and decided not to deny them the simple pleasure of a picnic. He had made up several sandwiches and cut up some melons before they left the apartment.
He smiled to himself as passersby continued to slow down and gaze at his genies on their way along the beach. Both openly gawking chiseled men and jealous bikini-clad women seemed unnaturally drawn to Misty, Lucky, Magik, and Carmella. Alan followed the gaze of the most recent rubbernecker, turning to see what his djinni were up to. The four of them splashed in the surf like giddy little kids either unaware of all the attention directed their way or simply accustomed to it. Whatever the reason, their carefree attitudes only served to make them more beautiful.
Alan had bought them all bikinis before taking the trip. They'd had no idea where he was taking them so early in the morning or why they would need swimwear for a car ride, and Alan purposefully left them in the dark to keep it a surprise for later. He had helped them pick out the ones that he thought looked the most fetching and told them to model for him before he went to buy them all. Unfortunately the department clerk only gave him a scathing look when he asked if he could go with them to the dressing rooms to help see how well they fit.
When they had first arrived at the beach he had set out beach towels for them on the sand and brought the cooler over to stake out a spot for them to relax for the afternoon. Alan had wanted to get away and just enjoy himself for the day. None of the stress of worrying about training his mind to be sharp enough to throw together some magic at a moment's notice. None of the worry of making a mistake at work--double checking all of his numbers to be sure he wouldn't get fired. He had merely sat with them on the towels for a few moments explaining to the djinni how much he loved the outdoors but never really took the time to go anywhere anymore. Now that he had someone to share it with there was more meaning to taking a vacation. For a few minutes the five of them just took it in: The sparkling sand between their toes, the crash of the surf, the seagulls screeching in the distance, the cool smell of the ocean spray.
After they got settled Alan finally noticed how much attention he was getting shortly after he began putting sunscreen on them. Initially his reaction had been another brief bout of paranoia. He wondered if the magi had somehow followed him even here, but when he recognized the familiar stare of desire he felt more at ease. After that he had relaxed again and smiled to himself the entire time he smeared the lotion on each lovely woman one-by-one. Much to the enjoyment of his audience he made extra sure to cover every nook and cranny that was exposed. None of the genies had minded either, passively turning him on by pressing themselves against him as his slippery fingers glided across their skin.
Alan enjoyed himself and entertained the idea of quitting his job and moving to the beach. With what he knew now he could certainly find a way to make money. He pondered about opening a massage parlor in a little hut with the harem right here along the coast as his fingers slid across Lucky's tight greasy stomach. Although the sunscreen had been thoroughly rubbed in, his hands continued to move in slow, sensuous circles across her body for a long time after. There may have even been a dirty joke that involved Alan holding the bottle of sunscreen down by his crotch while he squeezed more onto her frontside.
Needless to say, it had been a great day so far.
"There's more food if you four are interested," he hollered over the pounding of the waves against the rock. He shook his sandwich in the air to punctuate his point in case they hadn't heard him clearly from out in the ocean.
Mesmerized by Lucky's large breasts bouncing to and fro as she chased after the receding waves, Alan barely noticed the sparkling sunlight reflecting off of the larger waves in the distance letting him know that the sun would be setting soon and their day at the beach was likely coming to an end.
'Is it that late already?' He thought to himself. The continuous roar of the waves on the shore accompanied by the salty smelling mist filling the air was so relaxing. He had forgotten how easy it was to just lose track of time.
Suddenly Alan noticed another sparkle. It was closer this time but near some rocks, not out on the water. He became acutely aware of a magical presence and realized that the shimmer he was seeing wasn't from the sun. It was strong now that he was looking for it. The amount of magic emanating from the area almost caused the beach to fade away as a blue mist engulfed him. Was there enough time to fight whatever spell he had been caught in? It was certainly strong. He had never noticed a presence like this before. He would find out now if his time spent training had been a waste or not. He turned around instinctively throwing an invisibility enchantment around himself, fully expecting to find one of the magi hunting him, yet when Alan spun around to face his attacker he saw something he knew in his heart that the average person was not meant to see. He forgot all about his magic and let the enchantment dissolve.
Before him stood an eight foot tall being which was not entirely human. It was human in nature alright--four limbs, a torso, a head, ears, and nose--but its skin was soft around the edges in a way that was difficult to describe. It was as though the blue mist surrounding them was an extension of its body. It was impossible to definitively tell where one ended and the other began. There were three strange orbs that were slowly rotating around its head and Alan couldn't tell what they were. Each seemed to travel on an axis of its own. When they appeared about to collide they instead passed through each other in a way that reminded him of the wax inside a lava lamp. Then there were the eyes--or rather, weren't. Instead of a couple round orbs with irises and pupils, Alan saw only voids of pulsing white energy which seemed to flow inward like perpetual waterfalls.
When it finally opened its mouth to speak he still couldn't decide if this being had a gender. Its voice seemed to consist of several different tones melding together. Not in a chaotic way like several people talking to you at once, but more like a choir of people who are all singing the same song.
[Alan, you are unique,] it said. [I have come to visit you with the hope that you may help me and my kind, as you have shown a desire to do so already.]
