Jessica confronts her Mistress

The pair watched Tia disappear deeper into the house. Yet in contrast to Valerie's cocky grin, Jessica was nothing less than horrified.

"Mistress, aren't you going too far?" she asked, desperately trying to raise her voice but failing to do so. She'd intended to say worst, but her compulsion had **** her words to be much less harsh than she'd have liked.

Valerie raised an eyebrow at the question, "I wished for you to be a perfect servant, how is it you can talk back to me?"

"My mind is still my own, Mistress." She'd tried to call Valerie a bitch, but she was again unable to refer to her as anything other than 'Mistress'. Out of everything that had happened tonight, being unable to feel the catharsis of calling Valerie out for what she'd become was arguably one of the worst aspects of her enslavement. "And by your own wish, I merely work as your personal servant. I may be **** to act like it, but an employee can still negotiate with their employer."

Valerie rolled her eyes. Jessica had always been smart; it figures she'd find a loophole in her wording, "Fine, then I wish you believed yourself to be my perfect servant."

Jessica was ready. Like before, the pleasure of granting a wish hit her like a truck, but this time she fought her hardest to prevent Valerie from witnessing a single second of it. It helped that she'd been given an advantage earlier in the night.

Despite the anger fueling her though, deep down, Jessica was frightened. This was it; this was the wish that would seal her fate forever. With her believing herself to be Valerie's perfect servant, she'd never be able to break free. She'd be **** to keep granting this insane girl's wishes, stuck watching as the world was irrecoverably changed around her forever.

Soon, the pleasure came and went. This time however, Jessica felt no different. She still hated Valerie, she still understood the reality of what had befallen her, and she definitely wasn't Valerie's perfect servant girl.

For the first time that night, one of Valerie's wishes had no effect. Jessica couldn't even fathom why, but for once she'd resisted. That fact alone gave her hope and fueled the anger that was burning inside her. Remembering what had befallen her family, her friends, and Tia, Jessica let her hatred shine through her eyes as what had just transpired slowly dawned on her Mistress.

"Fuck you!" she spat, forcing the words out before she could stop herself, "I won't let you keep selfishly abusing me like this."

Valerie just stared, shell-shocked. It was obvious the girl hadn't been expecting this.

"****?!" she shrieked, losing her composure for the first time, "You think I'm abusing you? Bitch, you deserve this! I deserve this!"

Around them, the sounds of the party came to grinding halt. Following Valerie's outburst, it wasn't long before nearly everyone in attendance was watching the hostess yell at her handmaiden, "You always thought you were all high and mighty, standing over everyone with your easy grades and flawless looks while the rest of us struggled to keep up. You had it easy! Hell, your father probably wished that his little girl would get anything she ever wanted! Head cheerleader, loved by the entire football team, center of Eastlake's social circles; I bet you none of it happened because of your own merit!"

The silence that followed crippled the atmosphere around them. Everyone, regardless of how or why they found themselves at Valerie's party, was staring as their hostess exploded on her personal servant. While none of them knew what had caused the spat, it was clear that it wouldn't be long before the entire school knew what transpired. A handful of guests shared quick glances with one another, wondering whether they should leave or not.

At the center of it all, the two rivals simply stared at one another; Valerie was breathing heavily from her outburst while Jessica just glared with defiance in her eyes. Neither said a word, letting Valerie's baseless accusations echo through both of their minds.

"You're right though" Valerie said at last, calming down, "I have been selfish. A good hostess takes care of her guests and I haven't necessarily been doing a good job of that, have I?"

It was only then that she realized everyone was looking at them. Immediately understanding what her outburst would do to her reputation, she spoke quickly, using Jessica's powers to rectify the situation.

"I wish no one remembered or even paid attention to the argument we just had."

Just like that, the sounds of the party instantly returned, surrounding the two young girls once more. Satisfied that the damage had been undone, Valerie then turned back towards Jessica, ready to hand out her retribution.

"As for you, I think it's about time you learned your place. Listen closely - no one here remembers you. No one here even knows who you are. To them, you're just my maid; someone who takes my orders and who's expected follows them to the letter. But now, you're going to serve them too."

Valerie's eyes shined with malice and Jessica braced herself for she knew was coming.

"I wish that everyone in attendance understood that, as part of my hospitality, I'm allowing them to ask you for either a blowjob or for you to eat them out. I wish you were unable to refuse anyone who asked you to get them off tonight. And," she said, grinning madly while Jessica's eye fluttered with the pleasure that hit her, "because your mind will remain intact, you're going to suffer through each and every orgasm that you're **** to give."

With that, Valerie left her personal servant to her fate. She'd barely taken five steps before Chris Anderson, Samantha's once-boyfriend, approached her. He asked if she was done with Jessica and she dismissed him with a wave, letting him know he could have his way with her.

Grinning, Chris walked up to the teenage genie, hoping to make good use of his hostess' hospitality.