Brian stormed past Cynthia and into his office. She hardly noticed. That was the way Brian always came to work or at least had been coming to work for the last two years. On the surface it seemed like he had the world at his feet. He was young, handsome with an amazing body and a killer loft. He was talented and at the top of his profession, charming and witty. He could have anyone he wanted and did every night. He loved to get drunk, take drugs and fuck till the sun came up. Yes, a good life. So why did he come to work hating the world every day. Why did he go out stalking every night for fresh prey? If the music was loud enough, he couldn’t hear the nagging voice that asked him. “Is this all there is?” After all, each ass had a few things in common. He never really was surprised. Was there really such a thing as real happiness, the happy ever after kind of happiness? He hadn’t really seen it. The “lezzies” were apart again. Ben and Mikey had just gotten married but it was only a month ago maybe not even that, when Ben nearly cheated on Mikey with that psycho student who thought having aids would make him free. Not his words but Mikey’s.

He didn’t believe in mating for life, what was that? A fantasy, thought up by repressed assholes that didn’t get laid often enough. A dream to pair us all up so they didn’t feel they were missing anything because they couldn’t give their asses away. Let’s not forget their favorite weapon, guilt. The emotion used to make everyone feel as lousy as they did. Ted and Emmett, the love story that never was and Debbie with Carl, Whathefuck. Marry him or don’t but protesting by punishing yourself, that can’t be right.

Brian let his head drop backwards. His muscles were tight and sore. He needed to go to the baths. He nodded his head as he fully explored that possibility in his head. Freedom. Freedom to do anything, to feel anything and best of all, to try anything. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he allowed his fantasies to romp in the playground of his head. Now fantasy - that had real possibilities.

Two hours later, Brian stormed past Cynthia and into his office. She hardly noticed. That was the way Brian always came back from the baths lately. He slammed his door. That meant, do not disturb.

Whathefuck has happened to that place, it’s full of trolls who don’t have a clue. I’ve gonna get out of here or I will go nuts, he thought. He yelled into the intercom, “Cyn, a moment please?”

She casually sauntered in. That’s why she had lasted this long with him, she didn’t put up with his shit. About the work or handling of clients or even being brilliant enough to come up with something innovative and interesting, Brian was a master. There was no-one better. But his personal life was a train wreck as he smashed and destroyed everyone and everything around him while he searched for what was truly important to him.

“Do you think that I have been a little, irritated lately?” he asked.

Cynthia looked at him, not believing the question.

“What makes you think that Brian?” She innocently looked into his eyes. “Has someone said something to you?”

“Fuck you Cynthia. Try to be even remotely genuine and sarcasm is what you get for your trouble.”

“Surely, you weren’t serious, what planet have you been zoning to. You are the most miserable son of a bitch I have ever had the misfortune to be locked up with and you calmly ask if you may have been a little irritated.” Cynthia was mad now. Her eyes were flashing and her breath was short as she prepared to square up with him.

Brian was not surprised Cyn was pissed with him. He was really only amusing himself at her expense and she knew it. He stood up and crossed to where she was standing, leant down, kissed her on the top of the head and said “Get the fuck out of my office. Haven’t you got any work to do?”

If looks could kill, he would have been dead, tortured with perhaps a Chinese water torture. Water, slowly dripping. Never ending, Drip, drip drip…… My god he was bored.

He sat back down at his desk and looked his newest acquisition. He had found it while scouring the one antique stores in the old warehouse district. Over the years he had found some pretty interesting pieces. He wasn’t expecting it today, thinking that the store would take longer to get it to him. He hadn’t decided if he would leave it here or take it home. It was unusual to say the least. He had been instantly drawn to it but the old lady sitting behind the counter had been reluctant to sell it to him. “We haven’t catalogued it yet” had been her excuse. “I couldn’t possibly part with it.” Brian knew he wanted the piece. He pulled out his wallet, opening it and threw a large wad of notes on the counter.

“Do you still need to catalogue it?” he laughed as the women gathered up the notes, pushing them into her pocket. “Send it over to my office.” He threw he a business card. “I’ll be waiting.”

He smiled as he looked at the markings around the extremities. It was very graceful, fine even. A great amount of work had gone into it. The detail alone was breathtaking. “Shit, it's still filthy,” he thought. He would have waited another day if it meant the piece had been cleaned. Taking a handful of tissues and began to wipe off the dust.

Suddenly he was transported. He wasn’t in his office anymore, hell he didn’t know where he was. It was a flash, so fast. He was back in his office and their was a young boy standing in front of him, wearing see through pantaloons with a bare chest and a silk vest. His hair was the color of straw and he had the brightest blue eyes, Brian had ever seen. His eyes were down as if, paying his respects. His head remained angled to the floor but when their eyes met……. Brian found himself stammering.

“How did you get in here? Who are you?” He pelted the questions at the young boy. He wondered if one of the other ad execs were shooting a commercial and the kid had taken a wrong turn. That had to be it. “The costume is great by the way, very authentic,” he laughed. He didn’t give the boy a chance to speak. He slid his hand around his waist and walked him to his door, pushed him outside and closed it. The commercial would look good. He turned to walk back to his desk, but saw that the kid was now sitting behind his desk smiling.

“Listen, I don’t know who you are, but get the fuck out of my office right now.” Brian was annoyed now; well truthfully Brian was always mad at someone. He was really confused. He boy picked up the vase and presented it to Brian.

“I am the genie of the lamp, you called me and now I belong to you. I am your servant. How may I pleasure you?” he dropped his eyes again and kneeled in front of Brian.

Brian was surprised to say the least. It was not anything he would have expected. The boy looked to be only about fourteen at the most.

“Great gag kid and I still love your costume.”

“Do, I not please you?” the young boy asked.

“Um, I don’t know what your story is but you don’t look old enough to know anything about pleasuring anyone.” Brian laughed what could it hurt to humor him a little.

“I am the master of many pleasures, please let me prove that I can be worthy of your indulgence,” the boy bowed again.

“Right kid you have a half hour, show me your stuff,” Brian was laughing.

“You need to tell me what your fantasy is, for how can I make it come true without knowing what you want.”

“Ahhhh You make fantasies come true do you?” Brian snickered.

“Your wish is my command, oh master.”

“Right now kid, I would like to be on an island in the Caribbean sipping a Mai-tai and watching the sunset, can you make that fantasy come true?”

The boy smiled. “Oh master, that is easy.”

Brian opened his eyes. He was sitting on a terrace with a Mai-tai in his hand watching the sun set in what looked like a Caribbean island. The boy was sitting at his feet and smiling. “Does this wish please you?” Brian just nodded and took another sip of his drink.