Fifth and Tiff

Kevin was going to enjoy this.

If there were one teacher that Simon wouldn’t have a problem with him going after, it would be the one that was also the Head Coach of the High School football team. And if there had been a more enabling influence than the overweight, bald, aggressive tub of human excess, wore the school hoodie every day, was never clean-shaven in winter and sucked up school funds for his program more than carbohydrates as Coach Ranken. Fortunately, Kevin had yet to meet them.

As he adjusted his gym uniform, the grey shirt and red gym shorts he once despised that now molded to his muscles, he also caught sight of the other coach and fellow teacher in her latest attire.

Ophelia Saunders, or ‘Coach O’ as dubbed by her players on the girls’ basketball team, had been the type of coach that fit the mold. Passionate for her players, encouraging among educators, and invested in her pupils. She had sass, and she had the grit that came from being an African-American woman who grew up in the Northeast.

How predictably bland. Where was the fun in that?

A harsh whistle blew, and the many students around him rushed forward to the basketball court line. Kevin smirked, adjusted his glasses, and waited for everyone else to move along. There weren’t many unattractive people in his gym class, a few standouts, but all people he knew.

Coach O had switched out the school tracksuit for something more fitting of a drill sergeant. The gym teacher stood in front of his class, dressed in black combat boots, with low-cut military-styled pants with a golden belt buckle, a black and red sports bra that dangled the whistle in front of it, her eyes covered by a pair of aviators, a red cap on her high-ponytailed black-haired head. The firm core and abdomen were present, along with the muscular arms that belonged to an Amazonian warrior. She spat on the wooden floor and then dug into it with the rubber sole of her boot before barking out at someone behind her,

“Holly Ranken! Front and Center!”

Kevin watched with glee as a petite, barely over five-foot tall blonde fairy woman bounced forward wearing a white visor, a white pair of sneakers, a cropped white hoodie, and a pair of white sport bikini bottoms, her eyes a wide pair of brown orbs.

“Okay, boys!” the chipper petite blonde bounced, her glossy pink lips and vapid disposition present as she bowed forward and jumped.

“You’ll get to play with witto ol’ me today! Girls! You’ll get to work out with Coach O! Let’s get ready to become a bunch of sweaty Bettys!”

The nymph hopped and did a set of jumping jacks to show her enthusiasm. Kevin placed his hands behind his head, satisfied as he looked at the smirking and eager smiles of the football players that remained unscathed.

The next hour would be fun to watch.

“I must always do as Simon Says!”

The genie twirled herself around and placed her arms behind her back with a bubbly giggle and smile. Then she grabbed her Master’s arm and dragged him behind her as she led her boyfriend to the back of the classroom and caught the last two desks in the corner.

The cheerleader gleefully pressed the two pieces of school furniture together after plopping herself to Simon’s right.

She glanced up and looked around the class, Mrs. Robinson in a pencil skirt too short by half, a brasserie waiting to pop out of the red silk shirt with black satin bra peeking out, a pair of dark blue fuck-me boots running up to her knees. Her hair dyed a dark blue color and swayed in straight locks behind her back.

And, of course, her Master didn’t wait around to find out what would happen next.

“I wish everyone in this room ignored us, couldn’t hear us, acted as if we weren’t here for the rest of class, and that your assignment was that Mrs. Robinson instructed you to help me with my project.”

“Mmmm.”

The genie squirmed and let herself aggressively kick her feet and rubbed against her seat in delight. Instead of struggling, she chose to enjoy this wish more than resist, although she was quickly reminded not to cum.

Not yet anyway. Master would need to figure out what to do about that problem long-term if he kept wanting to put her in sexy outfits.

The teacher called out to them, Simon smiling and nodding as she instructed the cheerleader to do as he had wished.

She glanced up at Simon’s smiling face and the glint of mischief in those usually innocent hazel eyes when his possessiveness of her became subdued. While Robinson’s Sociology class was one where she had once kept her distance from the auburn-haired photographer, the genie was happy at the prospect of just spending an entire class scheming with him. Likewise, Jessica had often enjoyed it when she could huddle with Tiffany or Sam and plot about when the next party was, what the following relationship was. The plans after school were for practice, shopping, or hanging out. Those classes where she could be with people she was closest with and talk about whatever they wanted.

But after his wish, she remembered she had often done a similar activity with a younger Simon. Back when it was what cartoons they would watch, what game they would play, what snacks she should bring over. Now she knew him as Master. That once silent head of his unlocked with all he kept hidden inside unleashed. Now, that included the power for her to grant him anything at the tip of his tongue. No longer fearful, she was eager and excited for it.

Jessica knew Simon had a plan for dealing with Kevin, and she had held onto the notebook that now lay open on her desk. A list of names of students he had switched into her cheerleading coach’s sixth-period class where the pervert would dwell.

Of course, he could pick them at random, but that wouldn’t make the same impact as he had planned.

Which was why he needed her, the genie gathered. Simon was observant, he could identify patterns and behaviors, and he had displayed various ways of dealing and adapting to a situation based on his opponents. Jessica knew Simon had an idea of each student and how they interacted, but what he lacked, and what he needed, was someone like her.

Her Master required an opposite, someone who had an in-depth knowledge of social cues, the facades, the relationships, and gossips, the one who knew what girl had planned for what party or what student was dating or planning on going off to the houseboat for Spring Break. Simon hated the machine, and he knew how the overall mechanisms operated. He could dilute it and figure it out, simplify it. Sam always said he could also do some sort of “Crazy Sherlock Shit….”

He didn’t understand how or why he should be popular, whereas she had become engrossed by the very idea of being above her peers socially. Jessica had become the Queen of Eastlake. The blonde bombshell had absorbed all of High School’s social aspects and politics, including walking, acting, and performing. Always perform for everyone as they needed her to perform, which turned out to be to her detriment.

A thrilling chill of excitement rolled down the young genie’s spine as she looked at the names again.

Her Master’s plan required Jessica Edwards, and it stoked the Queen’s ego in a way very little else could after her mother’s revelation. Without hesitation, she pressed her finger against a name on the page and nodded,

“Madison, definitely Madison.”

Simon raised an eyebrow as he glanced over her shoulder, “Any particular reason you’d start with her, Jess?”

The cheerleader shrugged and relaxed in her seat, moving a few stray golden strands of hair from her face as her bow remained affixed atop her head,

“Normally, no. I try not to antagonize anyone who hangs out with Valerie Pearce, but she smashed at tartlet into that sweater vest on my last outfit during Home Ec. So, I’m allowed to be petty, aren’t I?”

Her head turned up to face her Master. He shrugged and motioned for her to check the name off on the paper with her go-to pen.

“I liked that outfit.”

She sighed at his statement and pouted, “I know, I guess I’ll just have to strip out of it again, later….”

His hazel eyes widened, and cheeks began to turn pink as she giggled and kicked her feet again, giving her Master a peck on the side of his face.

“Silly….”

Simon rolled his eyes and smiled,

“Next?”

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“What’re you doing here, Kevin?”

Kevin snickered at the raven-haired cheerleader as he stood over her. The blue aura was still missing around her body. That gym uniform barely did anything to hide her features, long, seductive legs especially. She had smiled upon his presence detected and greeted him with a voice laced in venom.

With the way things were going, he needed to do something drastic. Who better to help in delivering Tiffany to him, the nerd thought, than Tiffany herself?

“I was under the impression that we’re able to stand in the same space in a public building, but….”

Kevin smirked as he took the opportunity to get closer. Unlike Jessica or Sam, Tiffany was far more cool-headed of their trio, and she often schemed things into existence when it came to the popular crowd. Simon seemed particularly disdainful of her after yesterday. However, there was an opportunity with the rift between cheerleaders to make more headway. No matter the bitch’s disgust and disdain that she shared with her friend, the blonde doll.

He circled behind her and stood over the cheerleader’s shoulder as he watched Coach O putting the sweaty senior-class girls through the wringer on the left side and second level of the main gym.

“If that’s not enough, I was thinking that maybe we should talk about how your best friend is dating my best friend. How Sam can’t put a stop to it because she’s known Jess longer, Simon’s her brother, and she won’t listen to how they’re upsetting the entire social order of the school in the process…and order you’ve worked very hard to cultivate….”

That made the hot-tanned-leggy girl very, very flustered and annoyed, still putting on a smile and a pleasant face, “And why would I discuss that with you, weasel?”

Kevin adjusted his glasses and watched as the Drill-Sargent-of-a-teacher dropped her rock-hard ass in front of a struggling young woman’s face that could not finish her stretches. The amused smirk of knowing the poor pale-brunette was a teammate of Sam’s Volleyball troop. Now helpless as Coach O turned and flexed her ass right over the girl’s nose and mouth to get them to sit up.

No one noticed. No one found it odd.

Tiffany did not share the same looks that Sam had, which made her think something was off. Simon’s smoking redheaded sister seemed to notice something was wrong when they talked that morning. The fact that she even noticed somewhat that he was more muscle-bound made him hesitate.

“Ah, I understand,” the raven-haired cheerleader smiled and leaned up, “Maybe we should fuck to get back at them, is that it? We do hear rumors that you’re more than just a pervert under there….”

She then spun around and tapped her chin, the cheerleader in full scheming mode and unamused. Tiffany sighed and left only her teasing to linger as she smacked any interest to the ground, “Too bad I’ve got enough drama on my plate already because of your so-called “friend.” If you had something more useful for me, Kevin, then maybe you could be less…unappealing? If that’s possible. Otherwise, Perv, just go on back to Ranken, and don’t cause any more problems for Jason…my boyfriend puts up with a….”

Oh. Oh, this was too good to pass up. Kevin grinned inwardly.

“I see, so Jason doesn’t know you’ve cheated on him yet with that expelled cocksucker either, eh?”

She froze instantly, her shoulders clearly trying to reach above her ponytailed head. Ah yes, Kevin smirked; that was the level of cringe he wanted to see from her. He pressed on,

“I should thank you for being so open about it in the hallway yesterday. Simon and his ‘girlfriend’ wouldn’t have known that if you weren’t too busy letting the bastard take another bite of you before class.”

The cheerleader walked back in front of him and laughed a fake laugh that only proceeded when someone would lose their marbles. Tiffany was clearly showing that in her now widened eyes and **** a smile. The nerd couldn’t tell what she wanted more, to rip out her hair or his throat. Whichever would be the easiest for her to erase from herself. Didn’t she enjoy having it both ways on the football team or not?

A thought occurred to the young nerd as he gleefully grinned on the outside,

“Oh, now I get it. You wanted Brad to be with her, but the asshat was never going to be satisfied with just having Jessica, was he? So you did what you had to do, didn’t you, Stephenson? You don’t have the reputation that your Captain has with boyfriends. Chewing them up, spitting them out…you’re much more low key, but you set those relationships up for her, didn’t you? And Lady Edwards could never be happy with the effort you gave her….”

He struck a nerve. The cheerleader let out an uncharacteristic twitch in her fingers and wrists, trying to play it off, but the nerd was ever perceptive of his prey. Jessica could always get provoked easily, but Tiffany wanted to play it much more reserved. She was the manipulative one, and the cheerleader was arrogant, having played the game for so long.

She must’ve recognized his attempts. But, unfortunately for the raven-haired young woman, her emotions must’ve been getting the better of her.

The manipulative pervert leaned over and whispered into the ear of the manipulative cheerleader, “Ironic, isn’t it? All this time, she wanted someone that wasn’t quite…normal? Someone you knew would be perfect for her…the perfect relationship, Top Guy with Top Girl, and all thanks to you! And she tosses that aside, so let’s recap that again, shall we? Because maybe I oversimplified it for you….”

He grabbed the young woman by the shorts to get her attention, then stood back to wait for her hand to attempt to slap him in the face. But, unlike Sam, Tiffany wasn’t the same type to fight; she wasn’t the fighter at all. That wasn’t who she was.

No slap came, but she was having difficulty hiding her disgust, though her smile betrayed her. The cheerleader wanted information, craved the gossip of the school.

“Your Captain, your Queen Bee, took all the work you’ve done and tossed it away for her. What’s the word you’ve both called Simon hm…stalker? How much has Jessica really cared about what you’ve wanted for her? How angry must you be to have called her an Ungrateful Whore, Stephenson? In front of Sam and me to hear, no less. You clearly have a reason to get back at her, don’t you?”

Her eyes glared, but Kevin could see the reactions from the others around the gym. He displayed an innocent smile and looked down at the cheerleader again as he thought to himself,

“You know that Coach O will snuff you out if you so much as try to bully me or insult me, whore. Go on. Try it…seeing you join Ranken would make me happy, but not as much as knowing you want to know more…c’mon kitty. Come for your curiosity….”

Tiffany posed another fake smile and folded her arms behind her back as she tapped a finger on her chin.

“Normally, you would be nothing but grimy dirt underneath my heels, you perverted weasel, but I’m trying to understand why that big, lumbering, and yes, of course…stalker of yours did to my friend. To **** her to do what she’s done. Unless you have an answer for that, we have nothing else to discuss, so get away from….”

“How long have you known Jessica Myers, Stephenson?”

Tiffany paused and scowled finally at the sudden interruption and change in subject, “Is it true, she’s Brad’s Cousin? I’ve heard everyone say that you went to the same kindergarten and elementary schools before you met Edwards.”

It wasn’t just a question for the muscular nerd. It was a confirmation. He had spent the night letting his creation marinate and form connections into the town’s backstory as he had written it out in his mind.

Jessica Myers was Brad’s cousin to the rest of the world and had been friends longer with intricate Jessica Edwards’ inner circle members. In a perfect world, Kevin could even have replaced Sam’s friendship if he were able, but her immunity and the immunity of others to the amulet raised some problems to get around. Brad’s expulsion made his disappearance easy to write off. Kevin made a completely different person to replace him as the former-Brad Myers disappeared to avoid trial.

Easy enough, Kevin thought. But the complicated part was now seeing the payoff.

“Does it matter to you if I did?”

Bingo. Tiffany’s body language and mannerisms all but confirmed his hopes.

“No, but I’m just trying to answer your question for you,” he shrugged, utterly uncaring of the cheerleader’s feelings.

“You and Myers really hit it off at Lunch. I think it’s great that you have that friendship with someone that just…endures through everything. On the plus side, she’s much nicer and easy to get along with than, say, another person with the same name? A Jessica without all that unnecessary baggage? I’d take that over the alternative. She’s a cheerleader, too, right? Hell, Myers would probably make for a better captain of the squad than Edwards. You’d never abandon a friend like that, right? Especially one you’re so close with that they’d be unable to forget you. Imagine if someone stopped doing that and then forgot about that person and how important they were? What kind of person would do something like that? That would be…cruel…unforgivable….”

Tiffany smiled, “Again, my friendship with Jessie is none of your business. Like I said, prick, unless you have something useful to say, then we have nothing else to discuss. You can go now.”

He snickered, “Who said I was talking about you?”

The raven-haired beauty stopped and turned with her eyes wide as he began to walk back to his side of the gym.

He heard the young woman growl and groan frustratedly to herself and then snap back at him,

“Wait.”

Kevin smirked as he didn’t move, waiting for her to come to him and then speaking in an aggravated tone, “You do know something about them. What’s going on between Jess and Simon. Tell me.”

Oh, but he couldn’t. He was unable to reveal the whole truth, but the nerd didn’t need to tell the whole truth to make an impact,

“But I already did, Stephenson.”

“Hmm. Lauren’s in this class, but I’m not sure. I know Tiffany likes to hang out with….”

Simon checked the name off before the cheerleader could finish. Her eyes widened as she realized her Master had selected one of her squad members without a second thought.

“Master? Why?”

He looked over at the genie, confused as to her own concern, “It’s a necessity. Nothing personal. She’ll be fine.”

Jessica looked down and nodded again. Master knew what he was doing, “All right, I trust you.”

Her emerald eyes glazed over the names again as she picked out another girl from the list that caught her eye.

“Do you remember all the stories growing up, Jess? The ones that said be careful what you wished for because you just might get it? People who attained great power only to falter or fail? Where wishes always come with consequences?”

The serious question from her Master’s lips caused the genie to pause and take a moment to think. Another moment to think back to her childhood with him and watching movies, having adults read their stories. The cheerleader nodded,

“Yeah. I do. Are you more worried about it because of what I am, Master?”

He smiled at her as he closed his eyes, motioning his head as he leaned forward, “I’ve just been thinking about things all morning. It’s the same as what we discussed before about how people know genies and all the stories left behind. The variations, the mythologies, just…everything.”

Jessica felt her Simon lean back and rest his head against the top of her own. The two teenagers looked ahead as their transformed teacher continued to embarrass herself by dangling a watch before her dumbing face. The curious young man thinking aloud again as if catching his attention,

“You know, a majority of Muslims in Asia surveyed still believe Jinn are real? They still try and hunt for them and blame them for disasters or ills. What if it’s not genies doing that? What if it’s the Masters that start coming after them for whatever reason?”

“I mean, it would explain a lot about what you told me back at my house on Sunday,” she observed.

The genie put a finger under her chin as she pondered the question for herself. Simon had continued doing more research whenever he could. His brain usually started asking questions when he ran into something.

“We should also probably talk about how you’re handling things,” the photographer had observed,

“You’ve gone through a lot of changes quickly, Jess. I want to make sure you’re aware of them and how you’re doing with them.”

The blonde now took her turn to shrug and rub behind her neck as she adjusted herself in her seat. The cheerleader took a deep breath, feeling her breasts rub against the fabric as they rose and fell, then answered,

“Honestly? I’m pretty happy with how things are going, given the situation. Most of that’s pretty much your fault, though.”

“Eh? My fault?” her boyfriend asked in confusion, causing the genie to snort and roll her eyes.

“I told you, Master. You’re the amazing one, not me.”

She looked away and down at her hands and then at the ring on his finger. Her hands instinctively moved the stroke the emerald inside the golden choker affixed to her neck,

“At first, I thought your wish caused this, and then I thought it was the ring doing this to me, but you’ve gotten me through things that I was still in denial about a few days ago. It all just clicked together in Italy. I’m your genie, I’m your property, a good genie obeys her Master, and you’re not just my Master, you’re also my owner, lover, boyfriend, best friend, oldest friend, and that all feels perfectly fine for me now. Better than that. Because that’s how I want it.”

The blonde softly smiled and moved her bangs away from her face and behind her ear, “I still don’t quite know how I forgot you, though, or why I did, but if I could grant wishes as a child, then that would mean something must’ve happened. You are already ahead of me on that, though, aren’t you? Just like the whole ‘Obedience is Pleasure’ thing you mentioned. I mean, I joked this morning that your wish was my command, but that’s how I put it together when you said it.”

The cheerleader motioned to the ring, “No matter who I was bound to, my powers would trigger my body’s response to granting a wish. It’s some sort of reward to reinforce my servitude. So when did you figure that out?”

Simon’s face turned pink from the revelation that she had figured out what he had and that he already knew. He rubbed his head,

“Uh…um…well? While I was holding you in the shower last night after the illusion broke down…you were more important, so I kind of just kept that to myself. I was going to tell you, Jess! I just couldn’t figure out when….”

The genie motioned her hand, holding out her palm, and then curled her fingers to motion toward herself, “C’mon Master, let me see your notes. I know you updated the tablet since then.”

He sighed and chuckled out of nervousness as he opened the notepad on his tablet. Without warning, the blonde smirked and took it from him. The same writing had still been there, the What-Ifs, the note about her reactions that had set her off, the various other observations.

Now there was much more detail and updates, and she noticed that he had to open and date additional files that he had gone through. Of course, she wasn’t going to be able to read it all in the time they had left in class, but there had been plenty of material to choose from.

“Your notes from last night are cut off.”

“In my defense, that was when you showed up in your babydoll and straddled me.”

Jessica bit her lip and let out an aroused giggle at the memory of how she responded to Simon’s appeal in the shower for her not to give up, a blush forming on her face.

She pictured herself in that ensemble again as her hips remembered riding on his cock,

“Well, okay, I guess I’ll give you a pass for that one….”

Internally she scoffed at the idea of allowing her Master to have a pass on anything when he owned everything. Instead of acknowledging that reality, however, she refocused on reading the next batch of notes and writings he had compiled. Of course, there was a fuck ton to go through. She’d have to go into the details of all of it much later with him.

As the cheerleader scrolled, she found a peculiar set of notes that Simon had jotted down in one section that piqued her interest.

“Wish Dynamics and Consequences.”

Jessica’s emerald eyes widened in delight as she looked at her Master and gently jabbed him on the shoulder, “I knew you had this one!”

And she was grateful for it. Simon was keeping track of every wish he had made or attempted since acquiring the ring. A written record that only the two of them would ever be aware of. The genie raised an eyebrow as she handed the tablet back once she saw a word that he had continually repeated that she didn’t recognize.

Her bow-wearing head turned up along with the curiosity in her emerald orbs,

“What’s Retcon?”

His ears perked up, and the scruffy-headed Simon took back his tech as he smiled at her, “So, Retcon, in basic terms, is changing something to how it existed previously. Like you wrote, your Mom said that only you and I would be the only ones to know if something ever changed. Take me switching lockers this morning and saying it happened yesterday. I mentioned it to Cassie, and she instantly brought it up without me having to mention it was the one next to yours. She just knew as if she was there as it happened.”

He then motioned to the notebook and Peralez’s name, “Your power can make things as if they always happened. The sky turns red because of a wish; then everyone thinks it’s always been that way. Change a person, reality molds to fit it as it’s always been, but the power needed to make things without upsetting everything else? That’s probably a lot of magic.”

The photographer motioned and leaned forward, “Which is probably why Kevin’s changes caused the reactions that they did. Without the power to contain those forces, the butterfly effect grew stronger, which is how your Dad got sucked into it. The amulet isn’t as refined and leaves more of a mess.”

He smiled at his genie and let out another chuckle as she raised an eyebrow, “Honestly, it says something about your effectiveness to be that refined, Jess.”

Simon stopped her from celebrating, “But, as we learned with your clothes, wishes have some form of permanence. You can’t take back a genie’s power. If Kevin or anyone else had your power, they couldn’t undo their mistakes. That means, unless if another wish was more powerful, once it happens? It happens. It’s partially by design that the amulet was weaker, but it also is the vastness between that and what you’re actually capable of.”

Jessica tried to keep up with what her Master explained to her. Luckily, that wish to understand him had paid off in more than one respect. Otherwise, she could feel her head exploding.

She now understood retcon and thought about what her mother’s words meant when being the only one to know if her Master changed reality in any way. Simon could wish for something to have happened in the past, and it would have happened. Only the two of them would be aware of it, but now she knew the extent of that impact.

The genie nodded as he handed the tablet back to her. The cheerleader continued her search as she clicked through the notes again. Once again, she stopped when finding another topic embedded in another,

“Rewriting Personal History: Jessica expresses the desire to have our history rewritten so that we never stopped being friends. I want to do that, too, but I want to resolve current problems. First must settle the current living situation and solve previously documented hypotheses. Also, I need to figure out the source of Jessica’s memory blockages. If I wish to change events before finding the cause, I might erase the initial reason entirely and never find out what happened. Although, as of now, her mother takes priority, those answers need to happen first.”

Well, that explained Simon’s lack of desire to rush into fixing that part of their personal histories. He wanted to know why it happened the same as she had; again, though, the genie found herself hesitant to ask why they couldn’t just know. Her auburn-haired boy also had a more immediate problem to deal with for the both of them.

They didn’t need to know the past if the present situation had them figure out which house to sleep in tonight. Which bed to share. Jessica refused to sleep in any bed that her Master was not in. The moment his presence was gone, her mind descended into nightmares; she was sure of that. Though, the genie found herself acknowledging that, at some point, Simon would also get used to her in his bed every night. And as his property, the cheerleader knew she would be unable to resist or refuse. It would be her place to wait for her Master, every night, for eternity…

There was the elephant in the room that, unless via wish, eventually, the genie would have to return home to her father and stepmother. Unless they made otherwise, that Simon’s parents would return to his home, and they had only just gained Miss Littlewood’s residence as a layover without ever seeing it.

The home she had grown up in still appealed to her, and it would be more significant than her Master’s home. More space and familiar surroundings were always a plus. Maybe they could wish her Father and Stephanie away, or maybe her father could take a trip. Then again, she was getting used to Simon’s room again. Perhaps they could extend the Harris Couple’s journey with a free vacation somewhere. There was also the idea that she could have her Master wish to move in with the Harris family at some point.

But speaking of the latter, Jessica noticed another section that caught her eye where the awkward boyfriend had thought about the same questions already,

“I’m hesitant to have it where Jessica had moved in with me because of recent reactions from Mom. Mom is overprotective, always has been, and Jessica’s recent behavior in high school toward me has left Mom upset with her. As exhibited by a recent facetime call with Sam, she’s still very guarded about how she feels about Jessica. Not so much about her Dad. She still wants to castrate Mr. Edwards. Dad can only do so much, but while Mom cares about Jess, I’m afraid of what that’ll mean for their relationship if the retcon effect applies to any sort of time frame. I could make Mom okay with it, but there’s still no telling what would entail that. She always brings up the stories about discipline in her youth….”

The blonde genie felt her face begin to pale at the image of Simon and Sam’s mother. Mrs. Harris used to be always friendly with her Jessica remembered her even used to be the closest thing she had to an actual mom that wasn’t Stephanie! She loved Mrs. Harris!

But then she and Simon split. Of course, there was always her friendship with Sam, but there’d definitely had been a change, and lately, their mother had reacted more coolly to the cheerleader’s presence over the last couple of years. She could never understand why….

Now she knew why, and because that, the prospect of wishing to live with Simon made her gulp. She had pissed people off over how she treated Simon, who had been much more frightening than Kevin.

At least Mrs. Harris cared? The cheerleader gulped again over possible living arrangements entailed depending on how her Master wished her into the household.

The blonde genie quickly scrolled away from the topic and tried to find something else to catch her eye. A nervous sweat and laugh built as she turned to her boyfriend and then back at the screen.

Something else more recent and surprising,

“I suspect that there’s more to the relationship between humans, Masters, and genie than I initially assumed. Jessica’s appearance and description of her mother’s appearance are of attractive human females. However, the vision of the genies showed them also all-female with appealing forms. The Ruby one stood out, especially when up close, but without anything else to go on, I’m under the assumption that all genies are female. Which given the past few days of research and translations, I find it incredibly ironic. Jessica’s reactions and post-wish state suggest sexual energies are the catalyst for a genie’s power. However, again, this makes her mother all the more important to talk to for answers. We need to know their history and what Jess needs to help her. Given what I’ve been able to collect now, I believe Jess has powers we’ve only barely tapped into with just her wishes that she could help develop.”

She closed the tablet and sighed at the admission, the most glaring fact of his notes she admitted aloud,

“So, you think all genies…are girls….”

He hissed a bit at the insinuation, “I know it sounds crazy? But I haven’t seen any evidence to the contrary….”

The cheerleader shrugged and moved her hair again, “I’m not saying it is. It feels right, but it’s like you wrote, we have no way of verifying that until I get Mom back….”

The blonde rested her head on her hand with a disappointed look, propped up on her elbow. She then glanced at her Master again,

“Not much longer until class ends. What do you think will happen to me in my drawing class with Russel?”

The question didn’t even phase Simon as he refocused on where he left off in his notes, his eyes darting and attempting to write down more information,

“Oh, that’s simple. It’s an art study course, drawing, painting, so that has only one answer. You’re going to be stripped naked and **** to model for your class.”

A loud squeak escaped her shaken body instead of the shriek she so badly wanted to scream out at that moment. All the blood rushed to the genie’s face once more, red as a tomato at the insinuation. She shook her head and looked at her boyfriend in fear.

Simon was blushing through his scowl as he realized what he blurted out. Given his reaction, the genie realized her Master also wasn’t happy about the prospect, but he had something else on his mind.

It was no secret. The auburn-haired teen knew his blonde bombshell was going to have to do it…Jessica could read it all over his face. Snapping his fingers and showing her birthday suit to Sam in the nurse’s office was one thing.

This was further than that! No snap this time! Straight up, she’d be stripped and made to pose nude for her drawing class. At the same time, he was enacting his plan against Kevin.

The blushing and flustered blonde pleaded to the photographer as the red bow bounced on her head again.

“M-Master, please? Isn’t there some way to get me out of….”

Again, Simon sighed resolved, and she knew then that there was no way out,

“No, but you can handle it. You’ve been through everything else already. Once it’s over, you won’t have to worry about it happening again. Kevin’s out of options, he’s going to have to do something drastic, and art class offers that last hope. He’ll throw the kitchen sink at you.”

No way out, but one more hour. One more godforsaken hour.

She clenched her fists and scowled, glaring at her childhood friend,

“Stripping me against my will for others and not for his pleasure, that’s something I expect my Master to be very unhappy with...so what do you plan to do about it....”

Simon smiled, almost darkly, and leaned into her ear.

The genie’s eyes widened as her body felt warm. Her heart pounded in her chest as she listened to her Master’s plan play out in a whisper.

A hand reached down and underneath her skirt, stroking her ass and then giving a playful tug to the black bikini thong that rested in between her ass cheeks. The cheerleader remained frozen in place, emerald eyes fogged over as she shivered.

“You’ll help me win, right Jess?”

Her voice became soft but quivered in excitement,

“Yes, Master. I’ll obey….”

Simon chuckled and whispered in her ear, kissing her on the cheek,

“Good girl.”

Kevin angled himself against the wall as he watched the mob of male students gathered around someone on the other side of the gym. He glanced back at Tiffany’s side of the room. His eyes watched on toward the female students left to continually face the discipline of Coach O. The African-American woman squatted her legs down and pinned the helpless faces of several seniors beneath her massive ass and muscular thighs. She made sure to rub down on their noses and mouths as she sat on them. Then she would **** others on all fours and slam the sole of her boot in front of their eyes, including one poor, dirty blonde girl **** to lick the toes of the coach’s covered left foot. Another failed to sprint and took a tumble, the 5’5 student wedgied by Coach O off the ground. Then made to plant her nose right in the woman’s snatch as the drill instructor hustled to the second level up the stands with her victims in tow.

The authoritative black woman transformed and subjected her diverse students to her newfound form of discipline. Tiffany managed to avoid the fates of others when the gym teacher bent them over one of her muscular thighs with their shorts pulled down and repeatedly spanked into doing their laps around the second level faster.

They seemed to be dealing with it well. No one was none the wiser of their plight. That left Kevin to check on his class and the one final teacher he wanted to see punished for today.

Jason, the usually-happy big man, the lineman that used to pick Kevin off the ground by his shirt collar and dangle him for peeking or glancing the wrong way at his female friends, was having a rough day. It wasn’t hard to tell. The nerd had sicked the student populace on the football team and many in the popular cliques.

There was no leadership in Brad, no morale booster in Chris, and the plus the guy probably had a rough day, even without knowing his girlfriend had been cheating on him with his now-former Quarterback.

The best reward for his endurance, Kevin thought, seemed to be having the big man stick that dick of his straight into Holly Ranken’s abused asshole. It seemed fitting for the coach to apologize to all her boys by satisfying them in the same way Harold Ranken had enabled countless football players.

Kevin grinned in satisfaction and dark delight as he heard the woman’s cries and gasps for air. The petite blonde woman had the Six-Foot-Six Samoan in her ass, a cornerback in her mouth, a safety in her left hand, a tight-end on her right as they all penetrated her.

The others came at her with their dicks on all sides, pumping away. All of them had ripped Ranken’s clothes off, her hair messily remaining tied, and the rest of her about to be coated in cum. Other boys sweated off to the side and fist pumped each other, having already had their turn.

And this would be Ranken’s new life and new fate. Every day, every practice, again and again, until every male student had gotten the chance to use their new cum dump coach.

The football team would never win again; the program would be thrown out and become nothing but a joke.

Another establishment deservingly eradicated in Kevin’s new Eastlake Order.

He made his way to the locker room and changed back into his regular clothes without a hassle. The nerd had changed and readied to leave before the class was even over. When he returned, the rest of the male students were entering the locker room, leaving one cum-coated ragdoll of Holly Ranken to clean up the puddle of semen she now lay in.

Perhaps it was a tad on the hardcore side, but there would be no repercussions. This was how things were going to be now, and the nerd prided himself in knowing.

All these people were nothing but his toys, to do what he pleased with.

At least most of them were…

Surprisingly, the one he found himself competing with his friend over and clearly still disgusted by the sight of him had changed back into her stylish clothing of a jacket, blouse, and skirt, with her string purse over her shoulder. Surprisingly, as he soon discovered, she was waiting for him.

“I’m going to make something clear, Kevin,” the raven-haired cheerleader announced as she kept herself businesslike and professional. Her arms crossed along with her ankles, and clearly still thinking that she was beneath herself for even speaking with someone like him as her voice continued to talk,

“I can make your life a living hell just as fast as Jess does, and I have no patience for your antics. There’s lots of ways you’ve fucked up in the past, and I’ve kept track, but you have something I want this time….”

Tiffany whipped her hair behind her neck and remained stoic, “Associating with you is beneath me. Of course, it’s beneath a lot of people, but I’m not stupid, so let’s make this easy, Scotty. What do you want?”

Oh, this was fantastic, Kevin thought.

Ever the politician, willing to get into the weeds and get her hands dirty to get what she wanted. He smiled innocently and directed himself toward her.

She would make such an excellent dumb little bimbo once he was done with her. Then she would be too busy sucking on cock with a new set of outrageous lips to ever speak to him that way again. Until then, the pervert shrugged and revealed his intentions smugly,

“Isn’t that obvious? I want the bitch dealt with. I don’t care if she’s Simon’s girlfriend now. I want her to pay for all the **** she’s put him and me through. Her stock is in a tedious position, and there’s an opening. I think we both want the same thing, don’t we?”

Tiffany scoffed and turned her body away to walk off, “As if I care about what you think….”

“True, but it’s just funny to see all that effort, all those years, getting everything just as it should go to waste over someone you and Edwards both messed with. I think it’d be hysterical if Jess weren’t using his feelings for her.”

“What makes you think that weirdo wasn’t the one that did something to her?”

The suspicions she had made the nerd begin cackling and hold his arms in front of his new, firm waist. He rubbed his forehead and smiled,

“Oh bullshit Stephenson, you saw it yourself for years. Simon went running straight into your traps the minute Edwards lured him in, calling him for help. Of all the people who mess with Simon at this school, you enjoyed seeing Jess messing with him the most. So really, HE'S THE ONE THAT DID SOMETHING? After seeing how easy it was all these years, do you really think someone as thickheaded as my friend would be so manipulative to Jessica Edwards of all people without her wanting it? You’re supposed to be the smart one among cheerleaders with Sam gone, aren’t you? I gave you the pieces, but maybe I’m not the one you should be threatening for not telling you, am I? After all, it’s "not my business," but she has more to lose from you than anyone, doesn’t she? I can understand asking me about what I know, and I do know more after what Simon told me about their relationship! I never would have believed it after everything she did to him, he doesn't enjoy liars! Of course, you would want to know too, but you are going to have to do more than that because your friend has been a liar to you for a long time....”

Kevin enjoyed pointing that fact out. He watched the cheerleader’s face twitch as she processed it and then shrunk her shoulders into herself. The nerd knew what she was thinking. The thought had entered her head.

“I gave you a big clue during class, and you can put two-and-two together, can’t you, Stephenson? If you don’t want me telling you, then why don’t you just get Edwards alone with you somehow? You have a class with her next period, don’t you? If it’s so important to you, why don’t you find a way to get her to come to you? Alone. Then again, you have your ways, don’t you? I think you can have a way of getting her to expose the truth to you, if you wanted....”

Finally, he could see the young woman’s brain start to click, her eyes looking down as she grimaced and then stared at the nerd coldly,

“We’re done here. This never happened.”

Tiffany began to walk away, the aura of disgust still over her as the bell rang; the nerd planted the idea successfully in the cheerleader’s brain. The doubt crept into her mind and would spread until the raven-haired girl, and her long legs would realize the basic premise.

When he saw her open her phone and begin texting someone, Kevin knew who it was. Tiffany would go straight to his creation, and the process would begin.

Unfortunately for the amulet wielder, his irrationality made him too clever by half.