Cast Iron Skillet

“Obedience is Pleasure.”

Jessica couldn’t get the phrase out of her head when Simon had said it off-handedly to Kevin. It was idiotic, perverted, and something she would have ranted about as wholly grotesque and embarrassing for someone even to think that way.

Yet, it made perfect sense for her reactions as a genie.

A good genie obeys her Master. Obedience is Pleasure.

Every wish had left her wanting to masturbate or pleasure herself in some manner, and while Simon being her Master was how she interpreted part of it, he had already boiled it down to that.

A genie granted wishes, a wish was a command from her Master, and so the pleasure was some kind of reward? It felt true.

It also made sense. If the blonde granted wishes when unbound as a child, then it was apparent the teenage genie hadn’t felt anything like she had now.

But when Simon became her Master, any of his wishes had made her want to orgasm.

Had her Master already figured that out before she had? He was so far ahead of her on knowing these things! When did he figure that out?

Jessica smiled outwardly with pride. Her Master was so good at figuring this stuff out. Of course, he would know more!

The cheerleader closed her eyes and softly kicked her feet to herself. The thought of Simon once again brought a happy smile to her face as it had so long ago. Whenever she felt that loneliness as a child, she had just thought of her awkward little boy stuck tightly to her by the hand.

And she needed that warmth if she was going to get through the trial inflicted on her.

Because Simon was right about what her Home Economics class would turn out to be like as well when Mrs. Briar had entered as out of some twisted sexualized version of the 1950s. The genie’s eyes stared on while her perverted and transformed teacher wore a costume like a housewife’s dress with a crinoline puffed out, stopped around her knees, and made entirely out of light blue and white latex. Next, a white apron tied around the outside of the dress as her bust tried to escape out the top; her voluminous hair, styled in a messy beehive behind a matching hairband.

“Gooood morning, dearies!” her voice chirped as she greeted them, talking down to her students as if they were a troop of excited puppies.

“Today, we’re going to ignore those silly little number crunchers and focus on what’s really important to pleasing your man!”

Mrs. Briar pulled a wooden rolling pin out from behind her station with one hand and wore an oven mitt in the other.

“Baking!”

The genie blushed as she looked down at her desk.

What was the first step about the cherry sauce again?

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“So, let me get this straight. That piece of metal around your neck was from a dream you had about genies…fighting other genie…”

Simon turned his head and nodded to him without the slightest idea that the thickheaded dork had just made Kevin’s brain explode. The nerd had to shake his head again, still trying to register what Jessica’s Master had explained to him as they walked together down the hall.

“You woke up…in bed…with sand on you.”

Again, his friend’s hazel eyes stared off before he nodded, “Yup.”

The now muscular and taller Kevin slumped his body against the window frame in the hallway, removing the glasses from his face and shaking his head while he let out a laugh in disbelief.

“When you said you were doing something stupid and reckless, I didn’t think you meant that!”

The tall frame of his friend bent forward as he slumped his shoulders and sighed, “How do you think I felt? It gave me a panic attack so bad that Jess had to tackle me to get out of it. I thought I just destroyed everyone and sat on my floor waiting for it to happen.”

Kevin scoffed as he nodded with his eyes widened, “Yeah. No fucking kidding, Simon. Let’s not get caught by the evil demon genie Masters you yelled at me over. How about that?”

He shook his head and held out his hands toward the deflated-looking Simon. Kevin hadn’t cared about what Simon was looking into, but getting their whole reality erased was something he did not plan on happening.

“Why couldn’t you do the easier thing and just make your genie pose in front of your camera?”

His friend blushed and lifted his head as he began nervously laughing while scratching the back of that itchy auburn head of his.

“I-I um…kind of already started doing that, though….”

Kevin felt himself laughing internally with anticipation. No fucking way.

“You actually made the Queen of the School pose for photos for you? C’mon Simon, pics, or it didn’t….”

His friend stared flat as he went to his backpack and pulled out his camera. The photography buff opened up the screen and turned his black DLSR on to reveal a selection of photos that he had singled out. Kevin’s eyes bulged.

“Holy fuck….”

Simon was always good behind a camera, Kevin knew that, but when it came to taking photos of that blonde bitch even the nerd had to blush. It was that schoolgirl outfit from yesterday, only without the skirt or the shoes…and she looked right at the camera from…

“I-Is that your bed?”

“Uh-huh.”

Kevin almost felt his jaw drop and his dick harden at the sight of the **** girl in lingerie, staring up at the camera in that plaid pattern with those emerald eyes affixed. His friend was good at his hobby, but if he was this focused when taking photos of that blonde bitch like that, then…

Simon scrolled again and – holy shit, was that Jessica Fucking Edwards wearing nothing but a thong, apron, and chef’s hat eating some messy mini-pie on her OWN KITCHEN COUNTER?

“I like that one,” his friend declared about his photo with a happy smile and a face full of pride.

“Uh, fuck yeah, you do!” Kevin reaffirmed as he emphasized the nod of his head and the open mouth gawk still on his face.

The photography-loving dork had innocently stated the obvious as always, but the muscular nerd saw potential in his friend’s hobby.

“Shit Simon, I should be having you doing a calendar or album for all the teachers! We’d make a fortune!”

All of Eastlake’s teachers and coaches in one big erotic spread behind a paywall. Just for the fucking hell of it. Kevin had to stop himself from drooling in front of that thickheaded genius next to him.

Instead of laughing and scratching his head, the photographer’s face appeared to be more serious at the mention of the teachers. Simon couldn’t possibly be mad about that, could he? Maybe it was just Natalia trying to get that itch in his friend’s pants to grow, but the big dork couldn’t ignore all the beautiful women around them as the new normal.

“Yeah, Kev,” the auburn-haired young man sighed, “About that…did you really have to turn ALL the teachers like that?”

“What?” Kevin shrugged at the question, “They’re all pretty fun now, aren’t they? Hell, Cooper sure was.”

Cooper was better than the nerd had ever hoped for her to be. Now, after that little stunt Simon’s genie pulled off, the teacher was his to do with as the nerd pleased; even having changed her in an instant. Cleaning her up and changing her clothes, allowing the brunette fox to keep her lab coat, but not her leather. The act of domination he had demonstrated rendered her brain a mess.

“I’m definitely going to keep her,” the perverted teenager declared with a smile.

“What about her husband and daughters?”

Kevin stopped thinking about the perverted form of Mrs. Cooper as he raised an eyebrow to Simon, “Sorry, what now?”

Simon slumped his shoulders and looked at him as if…well, if Kevin had looked at Simon when he usually was the one who said something dumb.

“What?”

“MRS. Cooper is married, remember? Her daughters both graduated from school here. Reality is going to have to adjust to that, and everyone else, too. You’re going to mess with a whole family dynamic?”

Ah right. Kevin shrugged as he hadn’t really bothered to care about that part. After all, he had dealt with a similar problem already.

“Worst comes to worst, I’ll just do what I did to the cocksucker’s family and make them part of my new extended one. They didn't seem to notice all that much! Hell, with this bad boy, I could make myself Mayor!”

The nerd in glasses pulled the amulet out from under his shirt to dangle it, a grin on his face. Simon looked unamused.

“I give you power, and you immediately want to become a politician.”

Kevin mockingly gasped in horror as he clutched the new pectoral muscle over his heart, “Oh! That’s low! Pervert! Bastard! Weirdo! Those I can deal with! But POLITICIAN? I’ve been offended. That’s low. Even for you! You’ve scarred me. I don’t know if our friendship can recover from this!”

He continued to be melodramatic as Simon looked down and shook his head while walking ahead. Finally, the formerly-scrawny Kevin pointed his finger at himself, “I only suggested the idea of taking over the town, but you….”

He pointed to his friend, making the dork’s hazel eyes look down at it and then back at him, “You, meanwhile, aren’t content with just having the ability to do what you please in your own reality. Simon Harris wins one fucking fight and wants to take on another race of beings, for what? The love of a High School Cheerleader? You have a genie and control of everything! What do you have to gain by….”

“Hey, Kev.”

And of course, he interrupts him right when he is trying to make his point, the thickheaded fool! Kevin sighed, frustrated as he knew the only way to sate the auburn-haired student staring out in front of them was to let him talk.

The nerd sighed, his annoyance reminding Simon he wasn’t finished speaking, “Yes?”

His friend stared off, his face flat as he tilted to look at the ceiling, “Why do you think all those stories about genies have the same moral about them?”

“The same moral?”

“Yeah, like, “Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it?” Something always going wrong, a dangerous outcome. Where the wish backfires in some way and bringing about nothing but havoc? Why do you think that is?”

That was a profound question out of nowhere. Kevin hated when Simon threw those sort of philosophical questions out of his brain. How the fuck was a teenager who enjoyed games and porn supposed to explain the meaning of the universe to a friend with failed social cues and a genie girlfriend?

“Fuck if I know, dude. I do know having to think about what I was going to do this morning instead of just wishing for it to happen made it more enjoyable. It’s just always about expectations for something, isn’t it? It always comes back to that….”

Simon stopped and stared off into space again, making Kevin’s eye twitch.

“Fuck he’s not going to do that Startup Mode shit again, is he?”

The scruffy-curled head of auburn hair tilted as his friend continued to think about what his friend told him, “Yeah, that’s part of it. I’m just wondering if there’s something else that someone has been trying to tell us since those stories were written. You can wish yourself into something, which is easier than wishing yourself out of it. Y’know? What if they’re trying to tell us we’re doing it wrong?”

The genie’s Master began to scratch his head again, “Some wishes are more harmless than others. Like this one to walk around the school outside of class, that’s not anything major. It’s just a means of helping me get to where I want to go with you while we talk. When it comes to Jessica’s clothes, I didn’t think about the result of what would happen, I only wanted to make outfits appear, but now I have total control over her getting dressed.”

Kevin felt his dick twitch as Simon confessed some of the details about his control of the genie’s clothes.

“S-So, she can’t even fucking dress herself without you anymore?”

His friend’s sigh was enough confirmation to make Kevin start cackling in delight, “Jessica Edwards can’t even put her own fucking clothes on without you! That’s amazing!”

“Sh-She can still put them on, just only the outfit I last placed her in! We both wanted to try it, and it-it just kind of happened!” Simon struggled to explain as the blush on his boyish face grew out the embarrassment of his revelation.

It made the nerd only laugh harder at the expense of the blonde absent among them. Fuck, she really was Simon’s doll!

“I bet finding that out was funny as hell.”

Kevin glanced over to see the awkward boy still looking off in the other direction with his face turning redder by the second as he thought about it. Oh, Simon had some stories. He just needed to relax long enough to tell them.

The now muscular nerd chuckled as he smiled, “Well since you were curious, Senorita Natalia Peralez was the first person I ran into after you gave me my gift. Not bad to look at is she? You should’ve seen her in action last night, or you could have for yourself if you’d gone for it.”

“No thanks.”

Kevin scoffed at his friend’s annoyance and had to keep up with him as Simon continued walking ahead. What was so vital that he wished himself out of his anthropology class besides talking to him?

The nerd had a realization, “Heeeey wait. You’re keeping me from interfering with her classes right now, aren’t you? You know we don’t have the same classes after second-period, right? I have Mrs. Chen for third….”

“You and I both know that, and you knew Jess’ teachers long in advance, so nice try,” his friend interrupted and took out the strange thing he wore around his neck.

“We’re going to figure out what this thing is made out of, though. Also, I’m not finished talking to you about what’s been going on. There’s a lot more to this story, Kev.”

Damn. When was the last time Simon Harris was the one dragging people into his adventures, Kevin thought? Usually, it had been the other way around until someone noticed the thickheaded and tall young man had wandered off on his own to stare at something only he saw. Looking through his glasses, the nerd finally examined the broken piece of metal that his friend explained to him earlier and now held in his fingers.

“So, what exactly are you hoping to find out about it? Do you even know what it is?”

Simon released the metal shard as he turned his head back, “I know that it’s a seal of some kind. What I want to know is what it’s made out of….”

Then he turned forward again and announced their destination,

“That’s why we’re going to Shop Class.”

The nerd felt his glasses move as he raised an eyebrow,

“Shop class? Who the fuck is in shop class?”

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Jessica smiled as she stirred the pot of cherry sauce, her cheeks still feeling warm from the attention given to her by the ever-hovering Mrs. Briar. Her Sexy-50’s Housewife of a teacher walked behind each student at their stations with a delightful hum as she checked each one.

“Jessica!” the teacher called out as she clicked her heels over to her student before her body and latex dress pressed up behind the genie.

“You’re doing such a good job today! Such a lovely girl! Look at you!”

The genie smiled brightly as she continued stirring, just like Simon had shown her over the weekend. The blonde turned her head and smiled at her teacher’s praise.

“Th-Thank you, Mrs. Briar!”

“So, who is it?”

Her green eyes became confused by her teacher’s question as the woman’s arms wrapped around the cheerleader’s abdomen.

“Who’s what?”

The bubbly Mrs. Briar leaned and whispered in her ear, “Why your new man, sweetie pie! I’ve never seen you take to something so well as this. You must be trying to please someone, aren’t you? C’mon! Tell sweet Janet all about him! Who is it? Who is it?”

The cheerleader’s face became red as she felt the older woman rubbing against her from behind and squeezing her stomach as she wrestled an answer from her student.

“U-Um….”

Jessica felt her face become hotter and hotter as her eyes stared down at the pot of cherry sauce and the wooden spoon in her hand. Something inside of her was making her as shy as a little girl again. Another part of her began forcing a smile onto her face as it flooded her memory with being a sexy chef on Sunday night.

Both made the genie smile and turn back to her teacher.

“My Master!”

The smile on her face suddenly evaporated when Jessica realized she nearly shouted out the answer in delight. Her blonde head turned back as the red bow in her hair bounced as a result. The cheerleader hadn’t announced that just to her sexed-up teacher, but the entire class!

“Simon?”

“Did she just say Sam Harris’s brother?”

“How many other Simon’s go to this school?”

Her eye began twitching as the schoolgirl genie turned around and spat out at her classmates, “You heard me! He finally asked me out, and now I’m Master’s girlfriend! I belong to him now, so get over it!”

The annoyed genie huffed as she continued trying to finish her tarts. Honestly, why was everyone making such a big deal out of this, she thought. They knew her as the Queen of Eastlake. The blonde teenager was allowed to date who she wanted, or be with who she wanted…or serve them…

…or pleasure them by sucking his cock…having him fuck her in her ass as his property…

Janet Briar squealed out at her student’s outburst and proceeded to squeeze the genie from behind again.

“Oh, Jessica! You’re so adorable! That’s wonderful!”

Her eyes widened as she suddenly felt her teacher’s hand feeling her panties and giving them a quick tug with a pinch of her fingers. Then back to whispering in her ear.

“These must be for later, aren’t they? Mr. Harris has such a naughty little girlfriend, doesn’t he?”

The genie swallowed down her own words as her face reddened until it matched the same color as the cherries in the pot. Mrs. Briar leaned over and took the spoon from her as she sniffed the air. Jessica froze in place as her teacher moved around her, her face so warm it started to sweat. The genie’s legs squirmed in her stockings as she clenched the front of her skirt with both hands.

“I always thought you would’ve made a good trophy wife for some lucky man, Miss Edwards. Of course, you never liked doing those icky tax forms, did you?”

The cheerleader shook her head. Of course, her family was wealthy and always had good accountants. Her father always told her not to worry about such things. The implications of becoming a trophy wife also felt demeaning. Master didn’t need a trophy wife, and he also wouldn’t enjoy having one. Trophies looked nice, but they weren’t helpful. The opposite of what the genie wanted to be.

“I w-want to be useful, though….”

The statement quietly escaped her nervous lips, loud enough for her hovering teacher to hear. The woman began to stroke her back as she placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Now, sweetie. I wasn’t trying to say you were meant to be useless! A girl like you can do lots of things to please your man!”

Her teacher’s hands began to feel up and down the magical student’s body as she hummed various suggestions.

“Cooking, cleaning, spicing up the bedroom, I’m sure the sight of you in an apron would be quite appealing to Mr. Harris. You’d enjoy the life of a housewife, wouldn’t you?”

Jessica’s eyes glanced around the room as she saw her classmates muttering and ignoring her out of annoyance at their teacher’s attention. This was definitely not the same as being whipped in the ass by her biology teacher. Instead, Mrs. Briar was warm and sweet as she continued to demean both herself and the blonde student like the Stepford Wife that the perverted nerd Kevin transformed her into.

That didn’t mean Jessica was immune to the ideas that the beehive-haired woman put in her head. She looked back fondly at that night in the kitchen of her family estate with Simon teaching her how to cook. Her Master had shared in her embarrassment when making her wear that white apron and thong, basically playing house as adults and cleaning things…

Would Master dress her up as a sexy maid? Why would she ask that-of course he would if his genie requested or suggested it to him. Jessica looked at her teacher’s outfit as she continued to feel her face ready to melt off her skull from the heat.

Jessica thought about being a sexy housewife for her Simon-as Master’s Wife. Wearing clothes that looked like Miss Briar and holding out a big batch of freshly baked cookies. Then his hands would run under her dress as he came home dressed in a stylish suit from work…

But being a housewife meant something that conjured even more powerful and arousing images in the cheerleader’s brain. Jessica hadn’t considered the one thing since she was just a child having daydreams, but now it filled her with arousal that nearly set her off.

Becoming his Bride. Knowing Simon as well as she had, as well as she did, the genie knew it would only be a matter of time, wouldn’t it?

Simon wanted to be with her.

“Yes….”

The cherry sauce in front of the genie began to boil out as she snapped her face back to fixing her cooking.

“Oh, crud!” the blonde immediately worked to fix her sauce before it could explode all over the classroom.

Mrs. Briar moved away to let her fix her work as her classmates continued to snicker and get a chuckle out of the cheerleader’s struggle. Jessica pouted as she worked to get the dough out of the oven. Her face still felt warm. The blonde then bit on her lip and worked to get the rest of her dish right.

“I hope Kevin isn’t making things too hard for you, Master….”

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Simon was starting to have second thoughts about not wishing for something to happen to Kevin.

And his friend knew it by the glare he sent him with the look of annoyance. He didn’t even have to say the word for the former-Eastlake Pariah to get it across.

REALLY?

Jessica’s Master had one person and place he could think of to get the metal examined: The Eastlake Technical Tigers of Shop Class led by Mr. Ryder.

Mr. Ryder, a gruff and tough man of the outdoors who looked ready to fight a bear with a weapon he forged outside a blacksmith shop he built with his own two hands. The greying beard and dead-eye stare made his students think of a commercial where the voice of Sam Elliot declaring it a time ‘Where Real Men WERE MEN.’ Then held a metal cup full of freshly brewed coffee spiked with bourbon.

And Kevin turned said teacher into the strong-armed, sweaty, and tanned woman that looked ready to jump out of the Satisfaction music video the pervert had on his music playlist, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the jackhammer.

No, the universe couldn’t just let Simon Harris stay with Jess as a child, he thought. It had to make him friends with a future pervert that now believed he could have a shot with his sister.

Unlike Mr. Ryder, Ms. Ryder was a dark-haired figure with muscle-toned arms and muscle-toned legs, and her taller figure kept her in the same height range as the two young men standing in front of her. Her hair stuffed mostly under the blue ski hat on her head, her ass wedged against the tightest pair of jean-booty shorts either of them had seen against a set of wide hips and supported by two bright red suspenders over her shoulders. The woman’s breasts and the top of her torso were clothed and tied behind a cut-off red and black flannel shirt, but barely.

Kevin only shrugged and looked back, confused by Simon’s continued silent and glaring reaction.

“What?”

The bareback of the shop teacher displayed the black painting and writing of a tattoo of a tiger holding a hammer as she looked at the metal fragment in her hand.

If Simon’s scowl could grow any more prominent, it nearly doubled after the sight of the tattoo. The scruffy-haired teen’s shoulders slumped, and the dork glared even harder at the nerd. Kevin felt the sweat from his brow as he rubbed it.

“I didn’t do it! I swear!”

“Uh-huh. Sure….”

“Look if you only knew, Simon. You’d understand why it needed to be done!”

At that moment, the Master of Jessica Harris knew he would get back at Kevin Scott for this.

Maybe female Kevin doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, after all.

Ms. Ryder turned back and handed the shard back to Simon, then pulled the pair of safety gloves out of the front of her shorts. She placed them on along with her goggles as the converted teacher shook her head and still managed to speak with a slight twang.

“Sorry, Simon, but this just seems like ordinary Cast Iron to me. Someone definitely made a mold for it, but I can’t tell the process right now. If you want to, you can check with my forge kiddos. Just make sure not to rub one off too hard on them. We’re hardening wood on this end of the shop today. Hoping to get it stuck somewhere nice and deep. Though if you need to melt a rod, you can always stop by a visit after hours.”

Kevin snickered at the overt nature of the euphemisms their teacher used without even noticing. Simon, wasting no time, smacked him the back of the head.

“Ow! What!”

The awkward-but-unamused dork rolled his eyes and waited for their teacher to return. The nerd in tow rubbed the back of his head as they waited. Due to outside funding, lobbying from Mr. Ryder (when he was still Mr. Ryder), a handful of other teachers, and fondness among some students, some technical students got together one day and formed a forging club.

As Simon remembered roaming the school, most club members were consistently from the outskirts or parts of town that reached the nearby woods. They also were co-opted and partnered with other clubs members for various activities or fairs.

Kevin probably would have found a space to fit in, Simon thought. However, his friend didn’t really give a damn about belonging to a group. The photographer recognized a couple of the students, usually hard at work with hammers and sparks flying around them. Always sensitive of hearing loud or high-pitched noises, Simon found himself going for the safety headphones on the wall without hesitation. The winding screams of sharpeners and other equipment otherwise would have made the young man’s teeth hurt.

Goggles and Headphones now on both outcast teens, the two were approached a group of four students. All of them with some forms of muscle and different body types. One bulky and oversized, another scrawny, another a toned female with black curly hair in coveralls, and another stoutly built young man in a welder’s mask.

“Hey!” Kevin shouted at them to get their attention.

Simon attempted to wave at any of them to get their attention with no such luck. His friend was less courteous as he growled, a strange sight forming in the nerd’s eyes and on his chest.

The scruffy-haired dork reached out and grabbed his hand over the amulet, catching his friend off guard. His auburn hair shook along with his head.

Kevin had changed enough already that Simon knew he needed to fix. He didn’t need more headaches.

“I need them as is!”

His spectacled friend rolled his eyes and impatiently growled before he knocked the photographer’s hand away. The four faces behind the safety equipment paused their activities and surrounded the two young men.

The young woman of mixed race Simon recognized as Angelica Jones, the burly one with brown hair and tanned skin as John Granger, and the slim one with straight hair and pale skin as Taylor Hull.

Angelica blew a bubble from the gum in her mouth as she eyed both the dork and nerd, then popped it with her tongue. She took the hammer in her gloved hand and pressed it into Kevin’s chest.

“Can we help you with something, Scotty?”

Simon raised an eyebrow and looked at the annoyed look on Kevin’s face growing. Finally, he turned his head back and tilted it in confusion, “But his name’s Kevin?”

“Jonesy calls him that because this one reminds her of a Scottish Terrier, Simon. Don’t get hung up on it,” Taylor explained from his perch on the seat in front of them.

Scottish Terrier? Kevin? Simon asked himself as he turned to look at Kevin, now being the one to slump forward.

“Scotty here once tried sneaking a peek at my cousin Z one summer when she was at a cheerleader party,” Angelica told him as she kept her hammer poked at Kevin.

“Angelica says one of the neighbors owned a terrier that chased him around the neighborhood, so we call him Scotty now because of it.”

Well, Simon now had an explanation for Kevin’s sudden urge to use the amulet. The story was pretty funny for the awkward teenager, considering his neighbors once owned a dog like that.

His eyes suddenly looked suspicious at Kevin and then at Angelica when the realization smacked him in the face.

“Is your cousin Z short for Zara?”

“Yep.”

Simon turned slowly back to Kevin until his friend looked up to see the awkward dork’s cold, dead-eyed stare in his face. The nerd groaned and finally yelled back under pressure.

“Okay! I get it! Shut up, Simon!”

Taylor shook his head as the forge club got a laugh from their antics and then leaned himself forward and folded his hands in front of him. His face with an expression of curiosity, “What’re you two doing back here, anyway?”

The Genie Master revealed the shard of the metal seal around his neck and held it out to the young man along with the rest of his group.

“Ryder said you could help me find out what this thing was made from. She said it looked like cast iron, but you guys might have a better idea since she’s busy teaching.”

Taylor looked at the shard and flicked at it with his fingers, then tapped it on a metal surface in front of him. Simon watched as he eyed it closely before handing it off to the others. One by one, the members of the Eastlake Forge club looked at the object, then walked over to their workshop station nearby to examine it. The group’s largest member called in to examine it closely as he held a large book in hand that he grabbed from his bag.

The two outsiders could do nothing but watch them work as Simon turned back to another relevant topic at hand.

“You got attacked by Winston the Terrier?”

“I said shut up, damnit!”

“Maybe I should ask Jess and Sam about that one….”

“I swear to god, Simon. If you weren’t that Blonde Pet’s Master I’d….”

“Not have that amulet or sex with teachers?”

Kevin’s eyes shut as he seethed under his breath and slumped shoulders while Simon watched him with a smile on his face.

“…I hate you.”

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She did it!

Jessica felt her face warm with pride as a bubbly giggle escaped behind the smile on her face. Home Ec had once been the cheerleader’s most annoying class, and it had transformed into one more sexist, misogynist pipe dream of her perverted nemesis.

But for once, the blonde got an A on a cooking assignment!

The constant praise from her transformed teacher wasn’t exactly a turn-off either, even if the poor woman had no idea what had happened to her.

“These are so yummy, Jessica! Well done!”

The bubbly cheerleader let out another happy giggle as the rest of her class seemed to agree with her sexualized teacher. The blonde felt much better than she had in her previous class. As she cleaned up her station, Mrs. Briar came around and squeezed the genie from behind again.

“Such a good girl, you are, yes you are!”

Jessica continued to smile and let out another giggle as her teacher nuzzled the back of her neck until the woman began to lift the front of her skirt and stroke her.

“Simon is such a lucky young man to have you, isn’t he? He must be so proud to have you. Mr. Harris is such a good boy, right Jessica?”

Yes, Master was a good boy.

Master was proud of her.

Jessica felt her vision getting foggy from the arousal building within her at the words her teacher gushed into her ear. The cheerleader leaned over the oven as she paused her cleanup. Unable to resist the idea of her Master as the thoughts spilled into her head again. The image of him smiling behind her shoulder to her instead of her teacher.

She nodded bashfully at her teacher’s remarks and touches. Mrs. Briar had praised her the whole class, and now everyone seemed to enjoy her tarts as much as she had with her Master making them. The genie had enjoyed this class more than she expected, and then Mrs. Briar spoke again.

“You shouldn’t be in school right now, should you, Jessica?”

The blonde looked at her teacher over her shoulder in confusion as the Sexy Housewife trope pressed her breasts close enough to the genie’s face, nearly becoming squished into them.

“I could write you a lovely note for you to go home. You wouldn’t have to worry about your pretty blonde head for the rest of the day! You can be a good girl and wait for your man to come home. Would you like that, sweetie? Hm?”

Go Home? Wait for Master? Jessica did want that. She had wanted for that all morning. The cheerleader didn’t want to have to keep getting embarrassed in front of all her classmates.

But then, that pervert wanted her to admit that.

The cheerleader frowned in realization. So this was still all part of Kevin’s twisted game with her Master. He needed Jessica to admit that she wanted to go home to win. That’s all this was. Except unlike Mrs. Cooper and her dominatrix look, Mrs. Briar was trying to get her to admit to going home with kindness and praise.

“Thank you, Mrs. Briar, but…I can’t go home right now,” the genie confessed softly.

The teacher pouted before giggling and smiling again.

“Are you sure?”

The blonde nodded again as her teacher pressed her delicate nails into the front of panties—the perverted housewife pressing on the camel toe she had made from the strokes against the genie.

“Okie Doak, sweetie. That’s quite all right, but if you could help clean up the stations for the others, I’d appreciate that? Hm, K?”

Jessica nodded again as she grabbed the dishrag she had been using to clean her oven and moved to clean the rest of the stations in the classroom. Mrs. Briar clacking her heels and bent over her dress to show the clear signs of spankings she had received from other students in the class. As she picked up the spoon on the floor, Jessica could see the handprints made of flour around her teacher’s powder blue latex thong.

The blonde’s face flushed again as her eyes widened and snapped her anxiousness back to the room around her. Her classmates were still staring at the blonde bombshell. All of them watched her, snickering at how her teacher had focused on her for nearly the entire class.

Crud.

The genie bit her lip and hurriedly worked on finishing cleaning up all the stations as Mrs. Briar focused back on teaching her class the rest of her lesson. Some of the teenagers snickered and whispered among themselves as their teacher spoke about the essential points of spousal duties.

“Hey, Mrs. Briar! Show us your tits again!”

The teacher stopped writing on the board and spun around like a robot, her face beaming as she turned to the young man in the front.

“Why, of course, young man! Here you are!”

Jessica’s eyes widened in horror as Mrs. Briar pulled at the tight latex of her dress around her cleavage, her breasts spilling out along with her large nipples and remaining free and bouncing among her students. She pressed her hands against them and giggled them before her class, smiling and acting as if this sudden display was both appropriate and completely acceptable behavior toward her male students.

The genie continued to scrub and tried to ignore what was happening in front of her. Then another student raised their hand.

“Hey, Mrs. Briar? My boyfriend said you couldn’t put a rolling pin in-between your tits, is that true?”

The teacher smiled again, “Why, that’s nonsense dear, let me show you….”

Mrs. Briar then took the rolling pin from the beginning of class, now coated with flour from the baking session. The perverted teacher pressed it down until the wooden roller was stuck in between both of her breasts. Finally, she walked over to the student attentively before the beehive-haired housewife trope started bending over to display herself.

“There! See, dear? That’s not so hard! Now, did we have any other questions….”

“How often should a woman give me a blowjob when I get home, Mrs. Briar!”

The Stepford Wife of a Teacher shifted her attention to the smirking male student sitting near the back and smiled to him now as if the slouching teenager was her superior, “At least once a day, sir! Have you had your daily fellatio then?”

“Nope! Can you lend me a hand, then?”

“Why, of course, sir! I’m always willing to help my students in need!”

Jessica cringed as she finished cleaning the last oven and waited desperately for the bell to ring. The sight of her teacher’s unknowing humiliation made her insides twist shamefully.

“Hey, Jessica.”

The cheerleader looked up to see the familiar face of one of the softball team members, a girl named Madison, holding one of the cherry tarts in her hand.

“I didn’t know you could bake. Thought you weren’t good at this stuff.”

The blonde held her guard up as she looked to the slightly taller dark-haired girl and smiled nervously, “Actually, I’m still learning….”

Madison nodded as she held the pastry in her hand, looking up in thought about something as the cheerleader waited for a response. Then, the softball player nodded again as she held up a finger, “There’s just one thing that would make this better, though.”

“W-What’s that?” the blonde asked curiously.

Before she could react in time, the softball player smashed the remains of her pastry into the gold sweater vest of her outfit, smearing the cherry sauce all over the front as Jessica cringed in horror.

“If you had tripped over that the same way you trip up your boyfriend.”

The emerald eyes of the genie looked down at herself and then up at Madison with a pained confusion. Jessica couldn’t remember ever wronging the young woman in any way. So why would she do this?

“B-But I….”

“How about the next time you decide to trip Simon up that you don’t let him crash into Valerie? Now you know how she feels.”

The blonde lowered her head and stared at the mess on her sweater, then nodded quietly without facing Madison in the eye.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Like anyone thinks you’re sorry about anything, Jessica. Get over yourself.”

The softball player walked away, leaving the genie to pull the sweater vest over her head and off her body. The genie now left with her top covered by the short-sleeved black dress shirt and red ribbon in its collar. Jessica rubbed her arm over her face as she felt her eyes sting.

This was supposed to be the nicer of her classes.

What did that mean for what was ahead of her?

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Kevin wasn’t sure what kind of nonsense Simon had been talking about among those four when they came back with the metal shard, only that the awkward dork had been interested in what they were telling him. Then the young man’s hazel eyes had been focused only on the shard as they walked back from the other building and past the art and design hallway.

“What’s so fucking important about that thing being made of Cast Iron, anyway?” the nerd asked, disgruntled by the whole trip.

His friend the Genie Master never looked back to answer his question, his fingers too busy flicking against the metal in his fingers.

“You weren’t paying attention again,” Simon muttered over to him as he remained in thought.

“Taylor said that there’s evidence of a written script on the outside and that the way it was forged used an outdated method not used in over millennia.”

Kevin rolled his eyes and shook his head as the detailed-oriented friend of his continued not to say his main point.

“So that Hooded Guy didn’t have his best work that day….”

Simon now glanced over to the muscular nerd, “No, think back to what they told us, Kev. Come on.”

Angelica Jones held the fragment in her hand as she passed it onto the burly form of John Granger. The large young man spoke to Simon as Kevin listened on in the background.

“This is either a good attempt to recreate old forging or a beginner’s work. The ironwork isn’t as precise. The person who made this didn’t have the same abilities as before.”

Taylor looked to the burly member of his group and crossed his arms, “What’s your best guess, John? Bad forging, inexperienced or….”

“I don’t know where Simon found it, but I think it’s just old,” the burly teen acknowledged, “If we tried making one on our own, it’d probably be at least one-hundred times stronger given the right metal composition. This one looks pretty basic.”

Taylor wiped a hand through his hair as he handed the shard back to Simon, “Well, in any case. I agree with John. People don’t really use that technique any more. The basics of forging and metalwork are the same, but we’ve gotten better at it. Someone tried to write on it when they first made it. I know that. Otherwise, it just seems like a pretty old piece of metal. Not a bad find. If you want, we can probably reforge it into something stronger, in case you’re interested.”

Simon shook his head, “Thanks, but I’m good for right now.”

“You think that you can build a better one?” Kevin guessed.

His auburn-haired friend nodded, “Possibly, but I think there’s more to this thing than just that.”

The two young men walked ahead as the nerd watched the awkward teen hold the shard above them, then stopped in the middle of the hallway. Kevin stopped as well, Simon taking a moment before his face went blank, and his eyes looked upward in thought.

Shit, Kevin realized.

His friend had another idea.

Simon held out the shard and looked at him as he spoke out to someone else besides the young man with glasses.

“I wish this shard would break in half in my hand.”

Really? Did he really waste the power of the wish on something stupid as that? Kevin sighed in disappointment as he waited for the metal to break apart.

His eyes widened when greeted with nothing but silence. The nerd’s gaze shifted to look at Simon still holding the shard in one piece. The blonde’s power should have done that quickly, easily. She was an all-powerful genie, wasn’t she? She could grant any wish!

“Hold on. Why the fuck did it not break in half?” the nerd asked in surprised shock to his friend.

Kevin pointed at the shard and then poked at it to see if it was still in one piece. His mind was now confused as he shook his head in disbelief as Simon glared at it himself.

“That’s nuts. It-It should’ve broken in half! I saw you wish for it! How’s it still in one piece?”

Simon remained silent as Kevin turned and paced himself back and forth in front of his dorkish friend. The perverted teenager was at a loss for words as he realized something that his friend already knew.

“Simon, are you saying there’s things that are fucking immune to a genie’s magic? How is that possible?”

The auburn-haired teenager remained in thought for a moment as a frown appeared on his face. He held out the fragment and then placed it back around his neck.

“When I saw the Hooded one use this, it was to absorb the energy of one of the Masters, but it couldn’t take it because their energy was too strong for it to handle, so it broke. It must’ve still handled enough to absorb some of it, though.”

Holy fuck, Kevin realized as he continued to point and glare at the object around his friend’s neck.

“So because that thing got hit by the magic of those Masters that enslave genie, then Jessica’s power can’t break it?”

“Yeah…”

The two teenage boys looked at one another as Kevin held his arms out at Simon, “Do we even know where that battle even fucking happened?”

“Good question.”

The young man in glasses shook his head in disbelief, “Simon, this is crazy! Seriously, I know that I overheard Jessica and her Mom, but what you’re telling me, with everything that’s happened…. Why in the hell are you pushing yourself into learning about all of this! What’s the point?”

The uncommonly composed dork, his friend, was acting looked off again in thought. Simon’s hand with the ring in his pocket as he stopped to lean against a nearby stairwell that they now found themselves. His hazel eyes stared upward as he answered his friend’s question.

“I want to know why.”

“Why, what?”

Simon looked around like the answer was obvious, holding his arms up as he shrugged. Kevin rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he waited for the reply.

“Y’know, why all of this. Like, who, what, where, why, and how! Why was Jess born here as a genie? Why do the Masters hate us? Why aren’t we magic, but they are? Why do genies come to hide among us? How am I supposed to protect Jess against them? Where did her Mother come from and get taken away? How are we important in all of this? What happened to the Hooded One and his genie? What makes us different? All that stuff! I just want to know!”

“Can’t you just wish to know?”

“No, I can’t! It doesn’t work that way. I think I have better luck asking another genie that knows more….”

The muscular nerd couldn’t keep up with what his friend had been revealing to him. Masters and Genies. What the hell was Simon getting himself into? In any case, Kevin was ready to get back to focusing on the game and the rest of the day.

“Dude, when you figure that out, let me know. Until then, I think I’ll stick to our wager for Tiffany….”

He turned back to his friend and sighed, placing an arm around him, “Simon, you have to stop focusing on shit like this all the time. It’ll drive you nuts. The world’s your oyster! Can’t you just enjoy your personal fantasies for a change! I mean, really! Think about that for once!”

Kevin smiled and smacked his friend in the torso as Simon looked on, curious at his friend’s more relaxed demeanor.

“This just doesn’t have to be my own personal fantasy, you know. You can make anything into the reality that you want! Make that genie into the perfect version you always wanted. Make her into a big dork like you, even. C’mon, imagine if you make Jessica Edwards and her friends into Sexy Cosplayers! Huh? That’d be fun, wouldn’t it?”

His friend began nervously laughing again as Kevin grinned at the blush forming on his face.

“Jess doing Cosplay…would be interesting….”

“Of course it would!” the muscular teenager laughed as he patted his awkward friend on his back.

“C’mon, Simon, the rest of the world just has to accept what we want after all. Jessica’s your property. Have everyone else recognize that! You can wish yourself to graduate early with her and go off and do your thing! It’s pretty much silly to just limit yourself to coming back here now, isn’t it? The girl of your dreams is your fucking ****! Have her make up for all that pain and lost time! Make her owe you! Hell! She’s so fucking tamed the way you have her! Parade your pet around school! Have her proclaim she belongs to you! Fuck her in front of everyone in the gym or on the fifty-yard line! Make her unable to live without you!”

Kevin laughed as he managed to get a smile to form on Simon’s face as he began to think about the other possibilities.

“Hey Kev, just one last question about this stuff I’m looking at.”

Of course, Simon’s brain still focused on that damned artifact around his neck. Even after admitting to liking the idea of having the Queen of Eastlake acquire a few new hobbies, the dork still couldn’t let the damn thing go.

The nerd sighed and rolled his eyes, “Sure, fine. Whatever. What is it?”

“If you were the one with a genie and had to be in a genie battle, what would you do?”

Kevin scoffed and let out a chuckle as he humored his friend and began to imagine himself in that event.

“Well, IF I had your pet as my own, I’d keep her at a distance since she’s useless in a pure fight. I’d rather use the power for myself and use her as a distraction. So I’d make my genie use her power to make me capable of pinning down my opponent’s genie and having her get humiliated by my own. Then she would be useful. The more I can throw my opponent off, the better advantage I have with my own property. If I knew my opponent, I’d use their own weaknesses against them, taunt them, mess with them into defeating themselves. Make sure they know they’re inferior to me in every way.”

A dark grin formed on the nerd’s face as he looked to his now silent friend.

“Since she has to get off on every wish, the more I wish for, the more opportunities I would have. Overwhelming ****, Simon. I’d have them off their feet so early on that I would choose to land the final punch on my own terms.”

Kevin poked at his friend’s torso as he smiled and laughed after thinking about the dork’s question. So from that standpoint, a genie battle did sound fun if no one important died—mainly himself.

“What about you, though? What’s your strategy?”

Simon smirked, “Still working on it.”

The nerd sighed and slumped his shoulders, “I’ll make sure to tell Ms. Chen that. Talking to you these days is fucking stressful.”

Kevin snickered again, “Be honest. What Pokémon did you picture Jessica as? C’mon…”

“But Jess isn’t a Pokémon….”

“Like a spirit animal, dude. Not like that. I’m not THAT bad, am I?”

“Kinda are?”

“Not helping.”

Simon glanced over to him, “…you’re probably a Gengar?”

“Not Me, you dolt! And no fucking way!”

Another voice called ahead to his friend while he chuckled at Kevin’s reaction.

“Simon! There you are!”

The nerd recognized the blonde-streaked brunette as one of the cheerleaders he sought after—the bob-cut pixie running up and bouncing in front of his now nervous friend.

“You missed a bizarre class! Where’d you run off to?” Cassie asked curiously.

Kevin raised an eyebrow as Simon scratched the back of his head nervously, “Sorry! I had to take care of something with Kevin. I didn’t miss too much, did I?”

This chance was too good to pass up, the nerd thought to himself. He focused on the young sprite cheerleader in front of them both and attempted to summon the blue aura from the amulet.

Only to find…nothing.

Kevin stood and watched as Simon’s nervous laughing grew as he backed away from the increasingly happy and curious cheerleader, who bounced one leg and then directed back down the hallway.

“Hey, Kev. I’ll catch up to you later.”

“Y-Yeah…right,” the nerd muttered as his friend walked away.

“Why the hell would you make Cassie off-limits, Simon?”

The knowledge that Simon had protected another cheerleader of all people made the nerd curious of his friend’s motives. Of all the cheerleaders, Kevin thought the always talkative brunette would drive his friend up a wall.

Kevin smirked to himself as he heard the bell ring, the students and the hyper-sexualized staff moving about in his view. Simon was right about one thing. Kevin knew all of Jessica’s teachers and had planned accordingly when the game had begun.

If the **** had made it past the embarrassment of her first and second periods, she would at least be shaken up for the next one to paralyze her into submission where she belonged.

Simon should let his property know that it wasn’t wise to have favorites.