Could be better....could be worse.

Jessica's whole body felt like it was on fire, the blonde cheerleader drowning in pleasure from wish after wish tonight, that she had allowed, no less! Her nipples and her sex ached, begging for a touch from someone like Mis- No! That was enough to shake her out of her wish-induced pleasure coma, looking up to the worried stare of Sam. Even if she appreciated that the weird goth girl hadn't gone overboard with her wishing, it was still more than she had been able to handle. Hell, she was barely holding onto her sanity as is.

"You alright, Jess?" Sam asked her after a moment, stepping inside and looking her over with one hand on her hip. Despite her face being flushed red, her chest heaving in her top, and the clear rivers of her own juices going down her leg, Sam just nodded and said, "Well, you look okay. I'm guessing that talking with her took a bit out of you?"

Well, okay, at least something good came out of these wishes. Despite looking and feeling like a mess, everyone would think that Jess looked perfectly normal for the night. Jess nodded, doing her best to respond despite being at the point where she just wants to explode. "Yeah...though that shit with Kevin didn't help....we're sure he's gone, right?"

Sam shook her head. "Pretty sure, yeah. If you want, though, we can get some of the football team to double-check?" The offer got a quick nod from the secret genie, the sooner she knew that creep Kevin was gone, the better. Slowly getting up off her bed, Jessica followed behind the redhead down the stairs and into the party proper. Around her, she could hear a few whispers about her sudden return after Viv dragged her upstairs like a ragdoll, and why the weird goth girl had suddenly left, but nothing about her state, another blessing. Still, she felt so...exposed, walking around with her nipples trying to poke out of her top and her face a dark red that she couldn't blame on the ****. In the kitchen, she could hear one of the football players complimenting Chris on his good taste and on 'getting the good stuff'.

'Okay,' Jess thought, a small smile on her lips while her and Sam headed that way, 'Maybe she did alright. Maybe.' She still had her doubts about the goth, but at least she was doing okay so far. Now if she could just make it through the night without any more wishes, she'd be set. Stepping into the kitchen, they found Brad, Chris and Sean, one of the new guys on the team with all three getting some snacks.

"Hey, already done with Beer Pong?" Sam called out, getting the attention of the three drunk guys, with Sean just shaking his head.

"Nah, just gettin' some snacks before we continue." Sean responded, before looking to Sam and Jess with a goofy grin. "Wanna join? We still got room."

The offer was tempting, it really was, but... "Can't....I need your help. Kevin snuck into my room and tried to steal something from me...can you guys check and make sure he's not here anymore? You don't need to break his nose or anything, just make sure the creep is gone." Throughout Jessica's explanation, the three muscular jocks went from confused, to shocked, to outraged. In unison they nodded, quickly coming up with a plan, that Sam pushed her way into as she refused to let them do this on her own, before they all went their separate ways, searching for that creep. Jess felt a little bad, since Tiffany had said she saw him run out the front door, but...the thought of him coming back sent a shiver of panic down her spine.

Picking up one of the red cups lying around, Jessica indulged herself a bit while the football team started their search, immediately tasting the difference from what she had before to the beer that now filled the glass. She wasn't quite sure why Mi-Viv had been asking Sam about her looks earlier...maybe she noticed something she didn't? Her head was still spinning from the revelations of tonight, and of the events that had followed after it, so making sense of the questions was not happening. Best to just drink and hope tonight was a bad memory.

Jess had already drained the cup by the time Sam came back, shaking her head in frustration.

"We double-checked, he's gone." A wave of relief and worry surged through her, with Jessica offering a weak smile to the redhead.

"Thanks for checking...." The party atmosphere was quickly dying after the manhunt, though, so while the party kept going for another hour or two, everyone eventually started heading home, with Sam and Tiffany both making her promise that she would call if anything came up. It was a tired and weary genie who collapsed into her huge bed, half-dressed still, and fell into a fitful sleep.

Jessica spent most of the night tossing and turning, nightmares of Kevin pulling her strings and controlling her life. His cruel twists meant to break her spirit was mixed and contrasted with images of a Mistress wreathed in black sitting on a throne that was supposed to be hers, her body controlled to play the demure pet while the night-woven woman shifted from a thin, sickly girl to a powerful and domineering woman from one instant to the next. As if that weren't bad enough, she kept hearing the voice of what she believed to be her mother, telling her about her heritage as a genie, and how she had to avoid being bound, with a leash tightly around Jess' neck, and the vague, silk-veiled figure holding onto the other end the whole time.

It was maybe ten in the morning when the Queen of Eastlake High finally rose from her bed, not feeling any more rested than she did when she fell asleep. Yawning and mumbling to herself about "freaky dreams", Jessica made her way downstairs to get some food going for herself, carefully stepping around the mess that was scattered across the house from last night's party. The bleary-eyed blonde was happy to write off the more ridiculous parts of her birthday party off as her having a bit too much to drink, but at least she wasn't dealing with any weird dreams and crazy goth girls with those damned-

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

Jess groaned at the sound, her head throbbing just a bit, but she went to open it, expecting Tiffany, or Sam, or maybe even Brad, hoping that it was her potential boyfriend here to make her feel better after last night, maybe even ask her out for Prom.

Instead, heart-stopping grey eyes, dark wavy curls and a normally frumpy outfit that should have hung off a thin and boney frame instead highlighting curves that had not been there a day ago. As if they had been wished into existence...and a gold ring with an emerald embedded in it, the emerald letting her know that everything she remembered from last night was real.

"Sorry, Jess, but...we need to talk." The soft voice did little to soothe Jess' frayed nerves, as it all caught up with her.