Sudden Debt: Merchant and the Jinni Part I

“Must you go?”

Behruz groaned at the gentle plea of his wife and smiled when her hand found a path down to his morning erection, propping up the silk bedding. Shirin hated when he made these long trips to Dubai, but a business man of his position needed to remain abreast of the latest textiles and tradable goods. He made his small fortune bringing such commerce to their modest village in Oman, and he was not about to relax until they had a stronger foothold on the market. 

Behruz rolled over and nudged Shiran’s thighs apart with his knee, positioning himself between. Balancing his weight on his arms, he stared down at his beautiful wife, skin smooth and deeper than the desert sand at sunset. He rubbed the blunt tip of his cock along her slick seam, petal soft gates, guarding his one true treasure in this world. Long, lavender fingernails raked lines down his back, marking their territory. He was hers and hers alone.

The meeting went well, Behruz thought, traversing the narrow hallways back towards the elevator. He increased his business contacts by two and reinforced a few of the other established partnerships. All in all, a very successful trip. He called Shirin with the good news and instructed her to give their two children a kiss. He didn’t tell her that he would be home this night. No, he wanted to surprise her when he showed up on their doorstep, with a bouquet of fresh cut gardenias, her favorite flower, in hand. Behruz walked out of the elevator when the doors spilt and started for the building exit.

“Excuse me, sir.” One of the robust security guards stepped into his path, starched white shirt and black slacks.

“Yes?”

“I need you to come with me.” 

“I don’t understand.” Behruz shifted sideways to avoid a group of men, barreling towards him, on their way out as well.

“Please, come with me.” The guard motioned to the small handgun at his hip. A warning. Behruz felt his heart thunder in his chest, unsure of what he could’ve done to warrant such action.

“Very well.” He accompanied the man back in the direction of the elevators and measured his chances of escape, if he decided to bolt. Unfortunately, he was not all that familiar with this section of Dubai to even know where to hide, until he could get in contact with his driver and airplane pilot. He always just passed through, never took an interest to get to know the in and outs of this well known city. A mistake on his part. The ride ended at the top of the tall building. Behruz looked around. A long, rectangular desk blocked the path to two tall, chrome doors straight ahead. The guard gave a nod and another man in a navy blue sport suit stood, instructing Behruz to follow him back. They entered a large office, sunlight peering in from all angles. The chrome extended into the interior of the expanse, the few tables and chairs gleaming from the errant rays. 

“Please, have a seat.” The man in the suit pointed to a black leather chair, facing a desk in the center of the office. 

“Can you tell me what this is about?” Behruz asked, feeling a chill work its way up his spine.

“Sit,” the man instructed and left without another word.

Behruz paced, unable to get his nerves under control. He wasn’t accustomed to being treated in such a manner in this usually friendly, but unfamiliar place. The people of Dubai during his visits had always been kind and good natured. This felt completely out of character. Leaning against one of the floor to ceiling windows, peering out blankly, Behruz froze when he heard the distinct sound of a door open. When he turned his breath caught in his throat. A woman, possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on, moved closer, high heels clacking on the granite floor. Her long, ebony hair swayed with the motion of her hips. A grey skirt-suit outlined and accentuated every curve of a perfect hourglass shape. She continued to the desk and sat upon the dark-grained wood, mile long legs, crossing one over the other. Behruz swallowed.

“You, my friend, have been a very naughty boy.” Blood red lips curved into a wicked smile and Behruz felt all his warmth drain south.