Jessica shows the girls to their room

Jessica struggled to believe the nightmare she was in - serving drinks at her own party, dressed like a slutty French maid while all of her friends treated her like nothing more than Valerie's serving girl.

What made it worse what that she couldn't stop. Valerie had told her to be an obedient servant and it was like the instruction had taken root inside the helpless blondes body. She desperately didn't want to think about everything else that had happened to her tonight - how her whole life could've been turned on its head so fast!

I'm a genie... Valerie's genie!!!

As she poured the drink for Valerie's shots Jessica tried to stop, focusing all her energy on holding her hands still and not doing what Valerie wanted - but she couldn't find the strength. It was like she was being swept along in a river, it took all of her willpower just to try and stop for even a moment - but letting her body go it was effortless... Humiliating, but easy...

Bitch!

It wasn't like her hands moved automatically, but Jess couldn't stop them either - it was like a tingling ****, and electricity in her arms and legs, guiding her, forcing her to take a step in her high heeled pumps, to turn and place the drinks she'd made on the bar - to smile and curtsy to the guests around her...

"I wish no one noticed or paid attention to my wishes."

"Nngh," Jess felt her body lock up as she passed the bottle across the bar and the pleasure suddenly exploded from her core. It was a wave of unwanted sexual bliss that threatened to totally overwhelm her mind, but on the outside the girl barely shuddered - her breathing caught in her throat, her eyes flickered in and out of focus and her skin flushed with obvious arousal... but she barely flinched.

"I wish Samantha and Tiffany were both secretly gay and dating one another."

The second wish hit Jess just as hard, a wash of pure pink lightning that made her nipples throb and her pussy spurt beneath her tiny skirt - and yet the only indication the girl was suffering in total sexual agony was a tiny shudder in her cheek.

Oh fuck, what the hell are you doing Valerie, they're not gay!

A guy at the bar, ignorant and uncaring of what was happening inside Valerie's blonde maid, barely gave Jess a look - simply taking his cup and walking away.

When she'd mentally recovered and in a moment of bodily freedom Jess looked up, heart thumping in her chest, as she tried to scan the crowd for Sam, Tiffany or her Mistress... The evil cow. She barely had a moment to herself before she felt the next wish slam into her,

"I wish that both girls were actually huge perverts who spend every moment they can having sex and only came to the party to maintain their facade."

"Nnoo!" Jess gasped, moaning quietly to herself as she rocked in place. Her stomach dropped at what Valerie was wishing for, knowing her friends were both as straight as an arrow and would never be interested in each other like that... She couldn't imagine them together... Not like that!

"I wish that the pair almost got caught fucking multiple times, creating rumors of their coupling that have spread throughout the school. However, I wish I was the only one who knew the truth about their relationship because they trusted me enough to come out to me."

Oh my god you bitch!!

Jess's toes curled inside her heels and her bare thighs subtly flexed together but she otherwise stood stoic and still. Jess had always been a passionate and vocal girl during sex, her body's new curse to lock up like this felt like she was bottling her own arousal rather than letting it escape - and it was creating a maddening pressure and heat deep inside her.

"Hey, another shot!"

Chris tapped the surface of the bar impatiently, his sudden appearance and short attitude cut into Jess like a knife. She felt her cheeks grow red as she looked at him, her eyes seeking out any kind of recognition of who she was, only to see his gaze sweeping up and down her body lecherously.

"Y-yes Sir," Jess heard her voice speak with submissive deference, before she even got a chance to consciously engage her mouth. Once again she felt her body swept along in the process of playing Valerie's perfect serving girl - picking up the glass, pouring out the drink, it just happened automatically before her eyes...

And just like the last guy Chris didn't thank or even acknowledge her as he took the shot from her slender hands and turned back into the crowded party.

With her duty done, Jess took the three shots she was meant to deliver to Valerie, Sam and Tiff and started carrying them back through the party - tottering in her heels as her body made sure not to spill a drop. With every step Jess wanted to dump the booze on the floor, curse and scream and protest, but her overheated, over-sexed body seemed to have a mind of its own, entirely obedient to her Mistress.

"Hey! Maid!" Sam's voice startled Jess and she turned in alarm, seeing Tiffany pressed way too close into the hip of the redhead to be 'friendly'...

Oh god...

"Don't call her that! She has a name... right?" Tiffany said, though Jess could tell she was talking to Sam not her. The blonde felt her face turning a brighter shade of crimson in shame and disbelief - her best friends didn't even know her anymore!

"If she has a name, then what is it?"

The two girls seemed to share a moment of confusion, neither one thinking to ask Jess. And as much as the girl in the maid's uniform wanted to speak up, she felt her mouth locked obediently and respectfully shut.

After a few seconds it seemed they'd both decided Jess's name didn't matter and they turned their attention back to their more pressing concern, "We need a private room - uh..." the redhead looked around at the other guests to make sure no one was listening.

Stop! This isn't you, she's making you do this...!

"Valerie told us to tell you to show us one," Tiffany butted in.

Jess whimpered, her fingers still clutching the three shots glasses as she tried to fight her body's automatic response. She managed to hold it for almost a whole second before her neck buckled into an obedient nod.

"Please follow me madames."

No no no!

Without being able to stop Jess turned and led the girls up the new far wider staircase. The way Valerie's wish had changed her home made Jess's head spin, things were still roughly in the places she recognised and yet it was like someone had made some of the rooms larger or changed their purpose and added a whole bunch more doors in areas of wall that hadn't been there before. It was like what she recognised as her house was now just a part of Valerie's lavish mansion. What made it worse was Jess knew she was taking her friends to her bedroom, or at least, where her bedroom was meant to be... She tried to fight - her humiliation of knowing she was taking her best friends to have lesbian sex in her own bed made Jess want to scream, but there was nothing she could do to stop herself from putting one stiletto heel in front of the other...

As they got further and further from the party itself, it seemed Tiffany and Sam's excitement and affection grew more and more obvious - holding hands and starting to plant kisses on each others necks as the sashayed side-by-side.

When Jess reached her bedroom door she dropped into a curtsy, "This room will be private"

Tiffany let out an excited squeal as she bundled hurriedly into Sam, her hands all over the girl's hips.

"Oh god yes," Sam purred in response, turning to take hold of the raven haired girl and drawing her into a passionate kiss as though the maid wasn't even there. Jess could only watch in horror as the two girls stumbled into her room and collapsed into the bed, their hands tugging urgently at each others clothes. Sam rolled onto her back, Tiffany straddling her hips as her dark hair cascaded around the girl on the bed, their young bodies entwined in a loving, heated embrace.

Jess wanted to scream.

"Mmf... Wait... wait...!" Sam purred, breathless as she pulled her lips back from Tiffany's, staring at Jess in the open doorway. The blonde felt her cheeks growing hotter as she stood there, numbly holding the clearly unwanted shots.

"What?" Tiffany mewled needily, planting more kisses against the nape of Sam's neck as she pinned the redhead beneath her.

"The door... The maid..." Sam gasped with a playful murmur. Tiffany's face lit up with mischievous excitement

"Mmm, you don't want to get caught...?" She teased, drawing a moan of clear arousal from Sam, "To have someone see...?"

"She's watching..."

"She doesn't count... And I know how wet you get when there's a risk of getting caught... You love it..." Tiffany purred seductively, drawing an excited wriggle from the busty redhead beneath her, "Let's leave the door open..."