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Kevin Scott leaned back in his chair, open robe, transformed Spanish teacher and High School Cheer Coach in between his legs, stroking and licking his shaft. She spent two hours doing her makeup and hair without being asked to just have his cum spray itself two separate times.

More enjoyable than Natalia was the sight of Olivia's body as it struggled to barely fit into the modified Eastlake Cheerleader's uniform without bottoms. His imprinted science teacher suppressed her moans while she continued to kick her legs out, as her arms shot up the pom poms clutched tightly in her hands. The brunette MILF coated in sweat as she had been whipped repeatedly into one of Eastlake's teenage performers by her fellow teacher.

Almost on instinct, Peralez barked out to her colleague between her own moans, not even breaking concentration as she turned her head,

"Pitiful, slut! Again!"

The former outcast couldn't help but laugh at his thrall's strict behavior toward her colleague-turned-trainee. He shouldn't be too upset. There were worse ways to spend a late Friday morning with his teachers. Given his life two weeks ago, Kevin knew that all too well. Hell. It was hard to explain why Olivia Cooper was so responsive to the BDSM treatment. He wanted all the teachers to become twisted pervert female fantasies and parodies of themselves, but he only desired to see her back in her prime as a young fox, desires unleashed.

When he saw her, he was more than happy to have her go full-on leather dominatrix. Now, seeing how far the married woman would go to have him inside her was a constant thrill. She was overridden, driven by an animalistic urge. Then again, Kevin had his own impulses.

With a firm grip, he turned the Latina back to his young, throbbing cock,

"You're not done."

"Si, Maestro."

Quickly the temperamental, treacherous bitch that Kevin remembered from 6th period turned back to the horny little sidekick that couldn't help but follow his every word as if her life depended on it. The grunt in pleasure caused him to relax his shoulders and throw his neck back against the chair.

As he replayed the video of the first blowjob that morning – again fueling the threat of **** to push his fetishized lover into stroking his shaft – the teenager felt a smug smile form. His pleasured groan upon release made him realize life was good.

Dee Dee Myers, the bimbo trophy wife, walked up to him in her tiny pink latex apron and heels, carrying a silver tray upon the snap of his fingers. A fresh cup of coffee steamed along with the sound of the vibrations emanating from the butt plug shoved up her ass.

After finishing the mug's contents, Kevin stood and stretched himself out. The perverted young man was bemused by thoughts of his next moves as he looked at the three of them,

"Time to get cleaned up, ladies. First one to get the soap gets to join me."

Almost as if they were a caravan, they followed his every move, and upon his demand, all three formerly well-minded adult women fought and raced for the right to wash their owner off. The bimbo was stomped over, the biology teacher animalistic, and the Latina fanatical in their struggle as he replayed the title in his head once more. Owner. Kevin didn't mind the sound of that self-imposed title one bit.

Of course, where there was an Owner, there was the Owned. The blonde genie **** owned by his best friend responsible for all of this good fortune had to get used to that concept herself.

Jessica Edwards: Queen of Eastlake, Head Cheerleader, Genie, ****, Owned Bitch.

However, another voice reminded bluntly that Owned Bitch now controlled the medallion stuck around his neck because of his own arrogance.

The smile faded from Kevin's face as his attention went internally. Along with the loss of his grin was the sense of entitlement that had accompanied the source of his power over the last couple of days. The formerly-scrawny and weak teenager suddenly ignored that his biology teacher was spreading her ass wide open in full view of the shower head, spraying her clean like an enema. Olivia's low moan as she clung to soap and suds-covered loofa in her draped arms barely registered. His mind had already gone right back to the sensation of dread.

"I mean it Kevin! I fucking mean it this time! I'm giving you one last chance to take control of yourself or something else will do it for you! I don't fucking care how you do it, but I'm done with all the fucking shit now! Break our agreement and you won't have time to react!"

The furious auburn-haired teenager pointed his thumb at his girlfriend, "And to make sure of it, Jess will have control of the amulet until enough time passes from this!"

Goddamnit, Simon.

His hand clenched the shower head tightly as he growled. Kevin despised this feeling, but he should've known better. The idea of even admitting that disgusted him, but the nerd knew that despite the power given to change his life to whatever he wanted, the last thing he should've done was pissed off the person who gave it to him. You do not cross those with more power unless you have the means to deal with them. The last thing he needed to do was to give an excuse for the **** to convince her Master to change his mind. She had been rewarded because of his arrogance in accepting and falling into a trap.

The **** had her power back to enact a reprisal and **** him the next moment they'd see one another. With a single announcement from Simon, Kevin realized that Jessica Edwards was the Blonde Bitch Queen of Eastlake High School all over again. Except this time, it was worse – she had magical power over him this time. Now, with the power of hindsight, Kevin had to think about what she would do if Simon let his **** off her leash.

But did the genie even want to be?

At times, she was the same spoiled rich brat the outcast always remembered as the source of feuds and torment. On the other hand, how Simon trained her, broke her in, or whatever he did to the born **** made Kevin reevaluate the blonde's actions.

It was amusing to think about how easily the Head Cheerleader – the symbol of confidence – was so easily made to become childlike and riddled with anxiety at the sight of him. Unlike his disdain for the institution, the genie embodied Eastlake Pride. Prideful and Boastful. After years of torment to see the real Jessica Edwards, the **** pretending her whole life to be human, hiding behind his best friend like a frightened toddler after being exposed, gave the perverted nerd a chuckle when it first happened. Her pride shattered into a billion shards to become her shame and embarrassment.

Now?

There was so much he still didn't know. Again, the memory from school as his friend spoke with him flashed,

"I want to know."

Of course, Simon probably already fucking knew. Those idiots and assholes had no idea that the awkward ass brother of the Red Queen of Eastlake – the Queen of his desire - was playing on a different board. If they did know, they'd probably be more freaked out about what the dork was doing than the perverted nerd's adventures around their school. Kevin Scott at least knew that if he had the genie, he wouldn't be trying to tamper with the ins and outs. **** and Reparation were such a more straightforward way to pass the time.

Speaking of which.

Once dressed and out of the bathroom, Kevin had no problem waltzing his way into the former room of one of his most hated tormentors.

The pale blonde near-clone of the genie - that was once the arrogant, misogynistic Quarterback Brad Myers - remained in her bed, still recovering from her Mother's punishment.

Kevin pulled away the bedsheets to reveal Jessica Myers' bubbly ass cheeks reddened by constant spanks from the night before. When the pervert's hand reached out and flicked his fingers against his former nemesis' rear, the girl muffed a pained whimper,

"Ah!"

Myers clenched onto the pillow she was wrapped around harder as the nerd chuckled darkly.

"Time to get up, pet."

With that, the blonde sleepily opened her blue eyes and sat uncomfortably. Her overtly feminine demeanor caused her to rub her eyes and attempt to smile through the anxiety,

"G-Good morning, Daddy…."

Even though they were both 18 years old, Kevin enjoyed that title from Myers's mouth. If only Brad was around to know how he behaved as a young woman, maybe he would've been more pleasant to some of his former paramours. Then again, she was meant to be his human interpretation of the Queen of Eastlake. So, it was how Edwards must've spoken to her own father. That alone was hilarious enough to bring a twisted smile to his face,

"Enough sleeping in, doll. It's time for you to start your day. We have an event for your teammates to prepare for tonight, don't we?"

The blonde nodded and pulled her naked body from the bed. She may not have been the real thing, but Kevin could manage. Simon and Edwards didn't seem to be interested in interrupting his fun for tonight. The plan had been set before their wager. Before then, he mused that it would be a shame not to see the look on Edwards's face when he was through with altering her teammates. That was the plan before the game – before the amulet had its power restricted.

His best friend did say it would be back after some time had passed from what happened at school. However, Kevin was unsure when it would be, and now girls would come to his home that night. Fuck.

Unfortunately, he'd have to figure that out sooner rather than later. He returned to his bedroom and inspected the three "adults" that had become his main squeezes. They all stood at attention: The teacher, the MILF teacher, and the MILF bimbo.

Olivia returned to her cheerleader outfit as he mused over having those nipples of hers pierced; Dee Dee popped the plug and dildo of her latex bottoms back in and went about her chores; and Natalia?

Natalia didn't need clothes, and since she had lost to Cooper, that also included not needing a shower. She stayed naked and stained in his cum as he spanked her away with the tattoo on her side.

He dressed in loose lounge clothes and finished by spiking his hair and finding his glasses again. Of course, Kevin had no qualms about wandering his new home naked as he pleased, but where was the example of the 'Man of the House' in that?

Perhaps that was the greatest part of living in the Myers Family Home. He no longer had to deal with his own parents' constant bullshit. After all, what kind of parents would get in a child's way as rogue and twisted as Kevin Scott?

The truth for Kevin was that one didn't have to be a bad person to be a bad parent. The agonizing thing was his parents were likable to other people, but they did so, having left a mark on their own son. Now, they didn't need to worry about him or about what mistakes he would make. There wouldn't have to be those endless questions about what he wanted to do or be. He would finally have the space he longed craved for. No more Dad conversations that devolved into lectures about life or work rants that devolved into pointing out flaws. No more entrepreneurial Control Freak Mother wanting to send him to summer camps while giving smiling Zoom calls to sell someone something or barge into his space. Not even Jessica Edwards could take that freedom Simon had given him. She would never understand what it would be like to be picked apart at any given point. His friend did the right thing in giving Kevin time to reflect on his own perspective.

He glanced up at Jessica's Coach, waiting for him in the hallway like a lost pup, broken and submissive to her core. The first of his fuck toys who'd gone so far out of her way, she abused and bullied her colleague and had herself tattooed on a whim because he felt like it. He pressed and pinched her clit,

"Tonight, you're going to whore out your girls to me. There'll be nothing you can do about it. You'll beg and plead until it happens, but you know it's meaningless. I have too much on you, and you don't have a choice."

His teacher's body shuddered with a moan as he felt his fingers become damp.

"What a bad, dirty, terrible teacher you are, Talia. You want that so badly? You dirty slut."

The woman gasped as he pinched her again, a dark smile as she melted so quickly,

"I wonder if you'll be as cruel to them as you have been training Olivia? It's amazing what competition does to you. No wonder you're a coach. What were you like at our age? You must've drawn eyes like all the other sluts you've passed that cheerleader training onto."

She nodded and stuttered with embarrassment, "I-I did…."

"There must be someone you coached you thought was better than you, though. Tell me, who was the best you ever saw? Whisper it to me."

The teacher leaned forward and whispered in his ear, causing him to cackle as she looked up at him.

Of course.

Of fucking course.

"No matter how good you are, my pet, know I'd trade you for that one in a heartbeat if I could."

He sneered at her,

"But we both know why I can't. Don't we?"

The naked woman nodded as her eyes held back her emotions. Kevin smacked her glorious Latin ass as he smirked down to her,

"Maybe I'd feel differently if you were as young as me; you're not exactly a mature woman anymore. I don't have the same appeal with you, but you're passionate and have some spunk. You've proven yourself in other ways. Now go downstairs."

"S-Si, Maestro."

The Latina's body bounced as she rushed downstairs to shield her reaction to his words. He didn't exactly praise her, but neither did he demean her.

Still, she had to say Samantha Harris of all names in his ear.

Again, his visions of desire and arousal dipped back into the cauldron of his crush's sibling and her best friend. What exactly were Jessica and Simon planning on doing with her? She didn't know. At least, she didn't know yet. Had they changed her since then?

What was stopping Simon from doing the same thing if he had a sister like that and a genie that let him get away with whatever he wanted with her? Then again, everything that had led to this current predicament started over her.

The longer he could stay away from thinking about this past week, the genie, and get on with his fun, the better. Simon wanted him to be more aware and learn? Well, he was, Kevin declared to himself.

The further away everything was, the better. The dark-haired teen was starting to feel in a piss poor mood again.

The sound of the doorbell when it rang didn't help things. Considering that he wasn't expecting company for a while. He definitely didn't want to deal with it.

"Bitches, get the door!"

The nerd shook his head and pulled out his phone from the bedroom as he descended the stairwell. Hopefully, it was just a fucking solicitor or delivery guy that would get a face full of naked or slutty women. Kevin finally groaned as he opened his contacts and admitted that there was no avoiding it. If he was going to text Simon back, it would need to be sooner than later; better over the phone. The distance between him and the **** girl wasn't enough, in his opinion.

Natalia ran to him in a panic as she called out to him again,

"M-Maestro!"

Kevin raised an eyebrow. It was weird for his Natalia to sound in such a panic when it wasn't caused by his attempts to take advantage of her extortion fetish. She probably was the one who answered the door. Her body was flushed, and she ran to him straight from the entrance and impatiently waited in terror as if it couldn't be ignored.

The transformed outcast muttered to himself as he walked to the front foyer,

"Natalia, I don't have time for…."

Kevin felt his old self return when his phone flew out of his hand upon losing the grip in his fingers. All he had done was glance up, and he reacted violently. The nerd's eyes widened, and his pulse rapidly increased as he froze.

Jessica Edwards's emerald eyes were unmistakable as they looked up curiously upon his arrival.

Her face was clearly flushed, golden blonde hair in a messy ponytail, her arms covered up by one of the familiar sights of his best friend's oversized green hoodies and set of thigh-highs on her legs. She had her lips stuck to a straw and drank as she paused mid-slurp. The ****'s reaction to him was almost identical to that of her Master. Her arm raised from underneath a long sleeve but stopped itself before she could wave awkwardly as the dork himself would. The head cheerleader spun around to look away before she immediately ran and clung behind her Master as a very excitable Simon rushed in through the front door right up to the still-stunned and confused Kevin,

"We need to talk. Right now."

In a panic, Kevin quickly turned to the clock calendar on the nearby wall, ignoring the gathering of his thralls behind him.

Fuck.

He gulped.

It was Friday.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

Ah, there it is.

Jessica remained silent as she sat on the kitchen stool and slurped from Frappuccino, which her boyfriend stopped to pick up for her that morning. If Simon hadn't promised to do so like she wanted, she would've rather stayed back in bed. It had felt like an eternity since she had heard that perverted freak completely spazz out reacting to something. The way Kevin's face turned white again as he looked ready to tear his hair out in front of her Master made the loud slurp from her straw all the more enjoyable. After the past 12 hours, she badly needed a regular drink.

Maridallura had transformed from an anxiety-ridden Mother to a harsh genie elder when they started training next to the Harris family's backyard pool. Jessica squirmed, her body still recovering to the point she had been mute all morning while attached to the hip with her boyfriend. The barista at the coffee house had to watch her hands point and mime while Simon ordered, trying to keep up with her changing opinion telepathically. She was content to stay silent, however, so long as Kevin continued to spazz and freak out in a panic.

With how her throat felt, she knew her voice would be hoarse, and her muscles continued reminding her body of its sore state. Not to mention how her Mother taught her the first rules of genie ritual combat - or lack thereof.

Then there were the stern words she gave to her Master,

"My Daughter requires energy if she is to recover quickly and awaken more of her strength. I shall aid her this time, but you must find methods of your own to awaken her further."

Jessica, disoriented and naked, felt her Mother press her face against her breast before she could respond,

"Drink, Jessica."

Mother's stern words echoed in her mind as she rubbed her thighs together quietly. While she had nearly recovered, it was hard not to become flustered by the slightest thing. Especially the memory of being breastfed in front of her Master after being thrashed like a rag doll.

Meanwhile, Simon only sighed as he sat next to her and held her hand under the countertop, continuing to go back and forth with Kevin.

"Look, I told you I needed to figure out a way around it, so I didn't draw them here again, Kev…."

The former outcast remained exasperated as he vehemently shook his head and held out his arms in front of himself to stay standing, eyes wide open while his hands cleaned off his glasses,

"Oh, no. No-no-no-no-no! I told you before! We could've just had anything we wanted, but you just have to know everything, don't you! Now you're about to end the world just so you can make your sex **** happy! Couldn't just listen to her hot ass Mama and leave her alone without putting the rest of us at risk!"

With what little voice she still had left, Jessica squinted her emerald eyes and managed to utter a dry but very low growl in the pervert's direction. It did make her smile when he jumped out of his shoes and clutched the amulet around his neck on instinct, but she was quickly put down by Simon telepathically. Instead, she had to settle for watching the nerd take a deep breath and slump his back against the stainless steel fridge.

"We were going to be at risk, either way, Kev. One way or another."

Kevin placed his glasses back on and sighed,

"You keep saying that, but fuck! It's actually real and happening because of you. It would've been so much easier if you stuck to having your genie do whatever you wanted and found a way to gain knowledge without jeopardizing my ass and everyone else's in the process. I mean, couldn't you just live your own fantasies, for fuck's sake?"

Immediately as he caught himself asking the same question again, Kevin pressed his hands into the countertop and glared at Master and Genie as they sat in his kitchen,

"Honestly, what kind of fucked up shit are you two even into? You know it could've just been getting **** on her and her friends, Simon! Hell, go with my idea! Make them live their darkest fantasies, then have an eternity of sex and bondage play, then use the genie to build yourself a harem of every woman you could ever want. I get I'm fucked in the head, but goddamn, man…Have you ever considered what it would be like to have a genie give you a harem of beautiful women? Of any woman or girl you could ever want worshiping your cock? Seriously?"

Jessica found her remnant iced coffee and whipped cream going down the wrong pipe in her throat. She suddenly coughed and pulled the straw from her mouth as she hacked and coughed. An unpleasant trigger from the pervert's suggestion hooked a particular series of memories for the genie. From the reaction, Kevin only scoffed and rolled his eyes with obvious assumption,

"Oh, of course, the **** is upset with that idea…."

Simon's emotions were easy to pick up. After all, he could pick up her thoughts. Jessica felt the hesitation and knowledge of what her Master knew, yet Kevin hadn't known. She shared in the awkward teen's sudden surge of nervous bundles,

"Um, that's not exactly it, Kev. You just reminded her of something."

The cheerleader's cheeks felt warm as she frowned and clutched tightly onto the plastic cup in her hand, trying to resume without speaking.

"Oh? Does the **** have some fantasies about those ideas, too? Which one, genie?"

Try as she might, her face grew hotter and hotter, and she shook her head furiously to rid herself of the thoughts and memories in her head. She glared and shook her head again at Kevin to deny what he asked,

"God, even without your Master's wish, you're a terrible liar. Spit it out."

Oh, that's it, Jessica huffed. She was so going to mess with that amulet now, but how would the best way to do that be?

'Jess.'

Her shoulders slumped at Simon's voice as it echoed in her head. He knew how badly she wanted payback, but not to where it would blow up in their faces. Master didn't want a fight with his friend or his girlfriend. Flustered and embarrassed by what was about to be uttered, Jessica sighed in defeat and quickly mumbled the word under her breath.

Unfortunately, Kevin didn't hear it. He leaned further in, tauntingly, and asked again with his ear pointed at her,

"What was that genie?"

Jessica took a deep breath and clenched her Master's hand tightly.

God, this was fucking awful.

So was her voice.

"Harem…."

Kevin's eyebrow tauntingly raised as he smiled in fiendish delight, "Oh? What's that about a hare…."

Finally, unable to take it, the genie finally broke her long, muted silence,

"Harem! My family has a harem, for fuck's sake!"

The sudden raspy shout - hoarse as her voice was - was still enough to thrust Kevin back in shock against the fridge again. The blonde's arms shot up from underneath the counter as Simon's eyes widened at her sudden surge of anger and energy,

"My Dad has a fucking harem because my MOM made one for him! Y'know, a genie? She wanted it to feel like home by having a sisterhood! So, she followed the rules as a servant of creation. So, she made a harem for my Dad! And they didn't just go away! They were always around before I was born, and my Stepmom was part of it, too! Even after Mom left, they stayed close to him! When I was a toddler, they always scared me and freaked me the fuck out when they were over! He didn't care because he was the town outcast who came back the most successful and regularly sexed person ever. TURNS OUT THE MAN THAT SPOILED ME MY WHOLE LIFE AND I WANTED APPROVAL FROM IS BASICALLY YOU. THERE! HAPPY?"

Instead of the expectation of laughing, maniacal cackling, and a new series of names, Kevin remained frozen in place at what he just heard. His body slid down the fridge to sit on the kitchen floor as he tried to process what was just ranted angrily at him. Jessica clenched her fists, ready to check him at the first snide remark. Instead, the pervert only looked flabbergasted.

He stared off into space before finally the words came out,

"What. The. Actual. Fuck, Edwards?"

Simon sighed and placed the hand that she had once held on her bare thigh and stroked it gently. Within seconds of noticing, her hand clamped back down over his and clenched onto it tightly enough that he winced. Without a second thought, she stuck her nose at the pervert on the floor and focused on slurping whatever was left of her frappe. It was the first time she spoke in a normal voice or above in over 10 hours, and yelling still stressed her throat muscles.

Why was Master so set on getting his help anyway? He didn't need this asshole anymore! She could do more in seconds than Kevin could accomplish in a lifetime. It was already bad enough seeing what had become of Coach Peralez, Mrs. Cooper, and Mrs. Myers – as funny as it was seeing the woman who viewed her as a tool for Brad reduced to a human Barbie – all standing there staring at her with mixed emotions between them when she walked in. Jessica slumped back into her chair and crossed her arms in resentment as she knew what came next,

"Just get it fucking over with already so we can move on…."

The nerd barely bothered in trying to speed up the climb back to his feet as he shook his head. At first, she shot another angered glare toward him, thinking he was laughing out of spite. In truth, it was more a gasp in shock than anything to ridicule her. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes when she looked away, making Kevin turn his attention toward her Master instead,

"What the fuck did she mean about her Dad being me? Like, did I time travel? Or am I really…she and I are actually…."

Simon, slightly annoyed, sighed and held up his hand,

"You – it's just - you just shared a lot in common. That's it. Turns out Mr. Edwards went to Eastlake High and was the school outcast. He carried it with him his whole life. Even down to the rants about leaving this town and never coming back. Then he moved back to town before Jess was born and slept with multiple partners."

The genie glared away as she failed to notice Kevin's face go pale and his jaw remain agape as if his head was about to explode,

"So, does this mean that included my…and he's actually my - and she's my…."

Simon's elbow quickly slammed the table to cut his friend off while pointing a finger in his face,

"Really? No! Your Mom never met her Dad, c'mon!"

Jessica squinted her eyes and read her Master's thoughts briefly before she caught the last part and picked up the urge to vomit all over the counter, covering her mouth,

"Gross! No! Not even if you fucking wish for it! No way are we related! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Kevin collapsed back against the fridge door again and grabbed his chest with a groan in relief,

"Oh, thank god. Imagine having you as a sister, ****. That would be…."

That's it.

Jessica's eyes began to glow along with the jewel in the pervert's amulet. In a display of power, as the aura formed around him, the buff physique Kevin had given himself began to shrink away, causing the nerd to panic in realization,

"Okay! Okay! Stop! Fuck! Cut it out!"

Oh, the genie thought. So many choices!

"Jess, c'mon, not now."

The magic ceased as she flopped back down. The genie pouted immediately at her Master, eyes widened as she whined while holding up her fingers,

"Just a wittle more, Master?"

Simon shook his head, making the cheerleader's pout turn to a frown and a huff as she puffed up her cheeks. Jessica crossed her arms childishly and looked away from both young men to show her discontent.

'You know you're adorable when you do that.'

Flattery would get her Master nowhere in this situation. Maybe later, but not right now! Simon sighed and dropped his head again in defeat as he tried to steer the conversation back to the topic at hand,

"It's all part of what her Mother explained to us about her heritage, Kev. Genies act a certain way - do certain things - it's part of controlling magic. Her Mom interpreted certain stuff when she was with her Dad, and she did what she did as dictated by her upbringing."

The antagonized pervert glared back at the genie when she glanced over but sighed and adjusted himself after losing two inches of his enhanced height. He was still taller than his old self, but now the size between him and Simon was at least noticeable. Kevin adjusted his chin and breathed through his nose before dropping his tone to Simon's calm tone. A screaming match within earshot of even the transformed teachers and women in the home wasn't good for anyone. It didn't matter that they were ordered to block out the conversation by Kevin and prove it to both her Master and herself. She would Simon Says them to forget regardless. As long as they couldn't tell what they were yelling about, the better.

"Okay, then. As hysterical as it is to know your genie's father is an interesting guy, that's not exactly what we're talking about or why you're here. So, why come to me with all this shit, Simon? You don't really need me for this when you have her magic, do you? Hell, even her money is more than what I have. Truthfully, for whatever you're up to, you don't need my help, do you?"

"Yes and no," Simon responded in a tense demeanor.

Jessica turned her eyes toward him, sensing the switch that had gone off again in his head, the inner workings of his mind turning once more as he pulled out some of the scribbled papers from his pocket,

"You didn't mean to, but when you took control of the Myers family, you also gained access to stuff I need. Stuff that isn't magic."

The nerd's eyebrow was raised skeptically,

"Is this about that shit you were talking about before with the smithy gang? Making stuff magic from stuff that isn't? How does all of that have to do with me and what I did?"

Simon leaned forward, "You turned Mr. Myers into the estate lawyer or something, right?"

Kevin scoffed as he smiled, amused as Jessica felt her face fall flat from his cocky behavior,

"Oh yeah, Kimmy? God, nearly forgot about her. She spends so much time handling work as the secretary I barely see her little Korean Bubble ass. You should see her dance and play DDR later."

Typical, the cheerleader thought as she rolled her eyes.

Then Kevin's smile turned to a confused look, "Why's she so important? I mean, I get the dude might've had some influence, but she's still an improvement over that asshole she used to be, isn't she?"

Debatable, the genie thought to herself.

Brad's father was a confident guy, but he was also a toxic asshole at times. Based on previous interactions, Jessica knew the Myers family well enough that the man was important. Even her own father was keen about that.

While she could never truly understand why her father detested Mr. and Mrs. Myers – although it was easy why the blonde, herself, had - Jessica did listen as to why her Master needed what Kevin had taken from them,

"The Myers were involved in a lot of trade and logistics deals, Kev. They were involved in lobbying and political dealings from Mr. Myers's dealings at the State and Federal level. I've heard it from one of my Dad's close friends, and Jess has overheard her father and Stepmom talk about it occasionally, too. They actually own property in the region, including the old mill in town that I need to use more, and that network can ship the stuff in enough quantities that I need and when I need it. We have funds, but we lack the connections and logistics."

At this point, Jessica felt herself lean over to listen to her Master as much as his other childhood friend was with his own arms crossed. Kevin adjusted his glasses over the bridge of his nose with a finger. His interest was very much raised as the genie's was,

"Ah, yeah, I get it now. So why not just wish for it all out from under me or find someone else?"

Simon leaned himself back as the others leaned forward toward him,

"I felt like asking. It's the fastest solution, plus it's more expedient. The less of Jessica's magic we use during the process, the better the end product will be for when we need it. Between this and training with Maridallura, we could use the help, Kev."

The perverted teen's brow furrowed in confusion again,

"Marallurala-whatnow?"

The Queen of Eastlake huffed and stuck her head toward the ceiling. She grew impatient with each passing second.

"Jess's Mom," the awkward teenager replied.

Jessica turned her head and watched her Master as he found himself nervously laughing again upon the next topic of conversation. One she knew all too well,

"That's her name. Maridallura. She's um, not my biggest fan right now…."

Kevin's interest piqued again, albeit sarcastically,

"Oh? How could that be?"

At this, Jessica couldn't help but smile at the opportunity. She pushed her head and arms forward to reengage in the conversation and locked eyes on her target,

"My Mom went through a lot of pain and effort to get me my ring so I wouldn't be caught, Kevin. A lot of pain. It turns out what Mom did was a big fucking deal for genies. Sacred even. Turns out most genies don't get to decide, and she wanted me to make my own choice on what to do with my binding. Me losing it to what she calls 'mortals' wasn't part of the plan."

A smile with a hint of devilish glee came over the cheerleader as she drew closer to her once mortal nemesis again almost flirtatiously, as the Queen of Eastlake's penchant for teasing was, and she twisted the cup in her hands into the counter,

"When she came back, it was bad, Kevin. I had to keep her from attacking Master almost every other second for being an "unworthy mortal." It was all she could say - over and over - about how "mortals are nothing but dust to the Masters," how "mortals know nothing," and how I've doomed myself for choosing to recognize him as my Master after he was bound to my ring."

She licked her tongue over her lower lip and allowed the venom out,

"How do you think she reacted when I finally told her what happened on my birthday? About the mortal who came for **** and overheard her every word, then tried to steal it from me and led to my binding to Master. How do you think she reacted when I told her about you?"

Kevin shook his head at first. He put up a strong defense, a scoff, a defiant chuckle, but the genie watched the pervert's face pale into a far paler shade of white. All the blood drained from his face as he looked to Simon for clues that she was lying. That it was a trick. Jessica knew her Master could not dispute it as he remembered how her Mother reacted to him. He couldn't say she was wrong, technically.

Of course, over the whole evening, Maridallura had actually said very little of Kevin - aside from acknowledging that her daughter described him as her enemy - but Jessica told herself that the bastard didn't really need to know that right now.

This was more fun.

Kevin gulped and stared into space as he began sweating from the anxiety and terror. The idea of her Mother's shadow loomed large in his mind as a vengeful spirit.

Oh yes, the genie thought with a smile.

Way more fun.

Simon could sense his girlfriend's amusement and glanced at her,

'Enjoying yourself?'

'Extremely.'

Kevin remained shaken as he exhaled, hand clenched to his chest over his heart. After a few more agonizing moments of silence, the Eastlake Pariah frowned and looked at his friend again,

"Okay, Simon, let's talk. First, tell your genie to leave the kitchen and wait in the living room with the others."

Jessica froze as the asshole turned his attention back toward her and put on the biggest false smile she had ever seen on his dumb face,

"Considering the gravity of the situation, I wouldn't want there to be any more distractions caused by her. She can get reacquainted. I think it's time we talk mano e mano."

Oh, that perverted bastard, the cheerleader seethed internally. Like hell she would even leave her Master alone with him again!

"Jess. Go wait with the others."

'It's alright, Jess. Don't worry about it. He wants to vent.'

The genie's emerald eyes turned to see her Master's eyes meet her, a flat look on his face, but underneath it, the amusement and confidence of someone completely in control,

'You've seen this movie before. He will try and weasel a bargain, but he knows he can't say no without losing out on something. You need to vent, too, don't you? There are plenty of volunteers outside this kitchen. Your Mom did say she wanted you to complete that 'homework' of yours, didn't she?'

The cheerleader raised an eyebrow, initially confused and wondering what the hell Simon had smoked without her seeing it the entire trip over,

'Y'know the one about 'awakening your senses on those your power has touched,' thing?'

The genie caught on,

'Oh. Ohhhhhhh…I get it.'

Jessica hopped off the stool and nodded with her arms against her chest, then gave a slight curtsied bow, her stockings perfectly pressed to her skin as she held the sides of the oversized sweater,

"Yes, Master. As you wish."

"Hang on," Simon stopped her and pointed to himself with a smile,

"Come kiss me first."

The blonde smiled as she smacked lips with her childhood companion, tongues tied, and then loudly squeaked when he delivered a playful smack to her ass. Both the genie's hands reached and pulled the sweater down as the soreness from her Mother's training remained. Her legs crossed and wobbled awkwardly as her face flushed.

"Play nice, Jess."

Jessica smiled and giggled, aroused,

"Y-Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

Kevin scoffed in disbelief as he watched her glide out of the room, almost entranced as a giddy schoolgirl by Simon's affection,

"I'm still not fucking used to seeing the two of you doing that. At all."