Two Shots and One Ticket to Espresso

“If I’m a genie, then I’m going to become a great genie,” Jessica declared to her own reflection, clenching her fists in front of her heart, her hair wrapped up in a towel.

The determined look on her face quickly collapsed,

“ok... How in the hell am I supposed to do that?”

She sighed and looked down at her naked breasts. The naked blonde rubbed her hair with the towel, thinking about that very question. She was never going to be human, she had never been human. That meant accepting the basic fact that Jessica Edwards was destined to be, and always would be a genie.

Nothing else.

Being Simon's genie meant an escape from her human life and all the people who had lied and manipulated her. But, she only had basic knowledge of what being a genie meant.

And if she wasn't a human, and didn't know how to be a genie, then she was nothing.

The blonde shook her head and frowned to keep from being discouraged.

No. No she would not allow herself to feel depressed. Simon was her Master, and he believed in her. She would never allow herself to disappoint him after what he had done to get her through this. What he was doing to himself just to protect her.

She clenched her fists as the bombshell cheerleader thought about what her Master had done for her since this happened.

All he wanted. All he ever wished for. Was for her to come back, and she had. He stayed with her when she was broken, held her when she cried, defended her when she had been brought down by others around her.

Where had everyone else been?

The genie scowled as she began to think about when she was crying and sobbing on the floor of the Harris family’s master bathroom after seeing the moments that put her life into her new perspective.

Where were they? Where were the texts from friends asking if she was okay? Where were the messages telling her that they were sorry?

Her phone had been silent since her father called her.

Her father. Where was his support? Did he only like it when she performed well for him?

Was it because they felt she was disposable? If she showed up crying to him, would he do anything except throw money at her?

If she became a problem, he didn't have any other response besides threatening and wanting to send her away. How many times did she have to practice forcing a smile to ask him for something before it became a habit?

And how many times did Stephanie and her Dad just leave her behind instead of taking her on vacation with them?

How many times did she do what Stephanie wanted, began liking what Stephanie wanted her to like, doing what she wanted, just to fill that **** void for a caring parent?

Hell her Dad couldn't even step up for the Mother of his fucking only child! Why would Theodore Edwards support his daughter when she was just as REPLACEABLE?

How many people would actually step up for her?

Simon would.

Her Master had been there. He wouldn't leave her side. Even when she...

"Simon! Help!"

Simon ran, the awkward running of the younger sophomore met her leg sticking out at the last minute. His face planting in the hallway of Eastlake High as he skidded, and spilled everything in his hands, his headphones falling off his head. The younger blonde cheerleader sighed in annoyance as her clique of friends, Tiffany and the girls, let out a laugh at the poor boy's expense.

"See, Jess? What did I tell you?" Tiffany sneered.

Simon got up slowly and looked up at her confused, realising he got tricked again.

"Quit following me around already, weirdo."

...

"That’s why I always forgave you when you would mess with me. You were just doing what other people expected you to do."

Jessica had glared at the bitch in the mirror with disdain that night after he left to talk to his sister. It wasn't the girls that laughed at his expense that had told her how special she was. How she wasn't just their doll. How her life wasn't over or how they would remain together.

It wasn't that particular best friend, the one who claimed to always "have her back" and support her, that had been there to pick her off the ground.

Judging from one quick glance at the social media apps she had once collected on her phone, that same person was now using her bot accounts to spread rumors about her.

Where were they for her? When had they ever actually been there for her when it mattered? When she wasn't the PERFECT, NORMAL, POPULAR girl? When they DIDN'T WANT something from her?

Unlike them, the auburn-haired boy stepped up for her time and again, even when he didn’t have to.

Now because of that, he was getting into things where he couldn’t do it alone. Masters fighting with genies and battling against one another. The Masters abusing them, controlling them, while other genies were capable of using spells, and abilities that she could barely fathom. Simon was getting into things that even she still had difficulty imagining as she worked on accepting what she truly was. He was doing that FOR HER.

Now was the time when she needed to step up. Jessica knew she needed to be, that she wanted to be, useful for her Master. She would be loyal and do as he asked. He deserved that - he deserved more than that - she was indentured to him. Not just from her binding or a ring, but as something far more. The blonde nodded to her reflection in affirmation,

“A good genie obeys her Master,” Jess told herself, feeling it to be right.

Her blush formed in the mirror from the admission - the young woman’s emerald eyes looked back at her, her lips trembling as she spoke softly to herself in the mirror, “A good…A good genie o-obey…”

Damnit! Why was this so hard to say!

The Queen of Eastlake High, the 'It' Girl, Head Cheerleader, all of it, all she had been made to work for. That part of her was still struggling. The part of her that wanted to still be in denial. The part of her that was still hesitating. The part that became immediately depressed and felt like nothing when reminded that she could never be that. Never be human.

She could never go back to that. Wishing for it to happen only reminded her that it wouldn't be real. It wouldn't change the truth.

And Jessica wanted to embrace that truth. Just as her Master could.

"I want to be more than that!" she declared, "Even if it's what I am. I would rather be that for Master than have to perform as some fake wind-up doll for anyone else ever again!"

She swallowed her resistance down her and repeated her mantra again with her fists clenched, snapping it out in defiance, “A good genie obeys her Master!”

There. That wasn’t so hard. She wanted to be a good genie. To be a good genie, she would obey her Master. Jessica would obey Simon.

God, how hot was the water they used in this bathroom? The steam was making the humidity spike like crazy. The memory of her dream caused her eye lids to flutter.

The genie sighed and repeated the line again in a calmer tone of voice. One of acceptance.

“A good genie obeys her Master.”

That felt...much better? The cheerleader felt a wave of affirmation that time. There was comfort in that statement - in finding something she could confirm for herself as true.

Yes, a good genie did obey their Master - Obeying Simon felt right.

She had often submitted herself to authority in her life. The cheerleader had various examples to draw on, but her Master was the ultimate authority above all others.

And Simon was special.

Master had always been special to her. The combination of both name and title, made it easier and willing to accept. They were one in the same.

"I must always do as Simon says."

She obeyed her Master because he was Simon, and she obeyed Simon because he was her Master. That was the way she felt now. When she obeyed, and stated that phrase, everyone would see anything she did as acceptable.

Because he made his opinion known through her. She would not be an outcast because of his words. No one could **** her to humiliate herself unless her Master approved it.

“I belong to Master.”

The statement brought a smile on her face. A feeling of being at ease, relaxing her body as she imagined both the man who commanded her, and the boy who held her hand. Neither was a stranger. Both were one in the same.

Jessica felt warm as her hands moved down her body, yearning for that same security from him, that sense of ownership.

She belonged to him. He was her Master.

And she was his sla...

A quick knock on the shower door made her leap off the ground, startling her out of playing with herself again. Simon’s head poked inside the door causing the genie to blush and rush over to him at attention.

"Master?"

She wanted to both pout at him for scaring her and smile at him for being there. These new urges could be so confusing sometimes. Having let more of them out over the previous night from going through the trauma she had, in hindsight, hadn’t been her brightest idea.

Jessica needed it, though, as she repeatedly told herself.

It just felt better to embrace what felt natural to her, and the words that Simon had given her helped drive away the voice that told her how wrong everything was. The voice that was manifested from everyone else’s expectations.

“So, did you want to ask for your clothes today, or have me pick?” her master asked as he looked off with his cheeks slightly pink.

Oh. Right.

She had completely forgotten about her own clothes - or her nakedness. Wearing what Simon picked for her for all but 8 hours the past couple of days made it seem so easy to just stop thinking about it.

“A genie is dressed as her Master desires.”

She could hear her mother's voice, her words, twisted but their meaning obvious. The thought becoming a potential rule in Jess’ growing self-written guide for being a good genie. If she was going to pick out an outfit for herself, it was less about what she wanted and more important to decide about what her Master would like.

A few days ago this decision would’ve been an hours long struggle between the Head Cheerleader and her Closet. Now though?

What would Simon like?

Well, the easiest option was also the most perverted - sexy lingerie of some kind, with easy enough access to her body for him. The genie thought about how she really liked the way he could stroke and pet her ass, too. That general sense of ease and security between them was a must. So that meant blue jeans were out.

Now she just had to look like, well, herself. What would be the easiest to look good in, but also easy to take off in case they wanted to have a quick moment?

Jessica smiled as she thought of the black ruffled mini-skirt she had sitting from the last week she hadn’t been able to break out yet. The classic sexy-school girl kind of skirt that she was going to **** her ex with if he didn’t behave himself.

Well, the Ex was out of the picture, the Master was in. Now was as good a time as any. Now what about her top? It had to be not-too-hot but not-too-cold, and Simon’s t-shirts needed time before she could break those in. The bra-only top look had been nice, but it could get chilly on an early morning trip like this.

A sweater would do. Just a light one, but the color was harder to pick. It had to have something cute on it, something that would entertain her Master. Then socks, and sneakers in case they went for a longer walk.

She clasped her hands behind her back, and stepped forward, bowing her head.

“Please Master, may I wear the outfit I have imagined for you?”

The added phrasing caught the young man off-guard as the genie smiled at him, “Uh-yeah. Sure thing.”

Snap.

Jessica emerged from the bathroom with a smile. His heightened arousal and nerves let her know she had hit her target without even having to open her eyes.

“Would you like to have a closer inspection, Master?” she invited.

She felt him circling her, following his presence as she felt the ruffled skirt being lifted for a quick peek underneath; catching the sound of the boy having to gulp and take a moment to breathe. A low growl to regain his own composure,

“Red. Yup. Red…”

Jessica smiled. He was pleased with her choice. Perhaps she could show more to him later. As her Master returned to standing in front of her he stifled a laugh as not to wake the other occupant of the house,

“Pfft. That sweater, Jess...”

Bullseye.

She opened her eyes and did a quick twirl, letting the skirt lift upward slightly, and then went back to his room to grab her backpack. The cheerleader danced her arms in the slightly-oversized sleeves of the emerald-green sweater, her eyes looking down at the design on the front with a smile.

A genie’s lamp with two blurbs sticking on the front; one reading, “Whoops! Wrong lamp!”

And the other reading, “Two's a crowd…”

If this was her identity, then a silly sweater was only the start.

“Jess.”

Her Master’s voice called out to her quietly, as so not to make too much noise to wake Sam up early. He motioned her to follow downstairs to the kitchen where he could make them both some espresso to get started.

As Jessica followed him and took a seat at the counter, she took a moment to look back at the table behind her.

Her face felt hot as she sipped the cup of coffee her Master provided her. He blew on his own coffee as she motioned towards the surface behind her with a meek blush.

“Do um…you think differently about sitting...there...after-y’know,” she tried to phrase the question the right way.

Simon’s eyes widened as he found himself now staring at his family’s kitchen table and the long history of events that they had added to with the unique situation of the night before. He let out a long sigh as he stared off into space.

“Mom and Dad will never know. Ever.”

The blonde quickly nodding her head, “Agreed.”

His voice spoke quietly and huskily after sipping the hot liquid down his throat, his hand pulling out the box for her ring and setting it on the table.

“We have another issue to take care of first, I promised this would be the first thing we'd do.”

Jessica’s emerald eyes locked onto the box as Simon slid it in front of the genie. He then walked around the counter and made sure that there was no sign of movement from Sam's room. He came back, placing a hand on her shoulder, then commanding her in her ear, as her Master made sure she had her hand on the box.

“Jess. Show me the moment when this box appeared at your house.”

The genie felt her eyes close and snap open again. The emerald-green glow coming from her neck as an illusionary-window opened over the kitchen counter. Moments later, the front porch of her home came into focus. The box sitting on the counter now appearing in the illusion in a puff of purple smoke.

“Stop,” Simon’s voice ordered, his eyes scanning the illusion where the box appeared closely.

Jessica’s glowing eyes glanced up at her Master as he twirled the fingers on his free hand, still sipping his coffee after picking it back up. His Hazel eyes glanced back toward her in the green glow of the kitchen, “Okay. Now follow the box. See if you can take it back to the location it came from before it was here...”

The genie nodded quietly and focused, watching as the box disappeared along with her house and changed to darkness.

Nothing.

Just. Nothing?

“Where’d it go?” the young woman asked nervously.

It couldn’t have just disappeared into nothing, but the black void made the genie think that maybe her ring box had only appeared into existence at that moment in time. That meant it wouldn’t have been made in the first place. How could they find something that never existed up to that point?

Simon didn’t agree with his genie’s self-assessment, as his command showed her.

“This isn't a normal box, I bet being imbued with magic gives it a little extra to tap into...”

“Jess, light up where the box is, see if it’s still there.”

A green glow like a flashlight lit onto where the box had previously sat, finding it still there, but in another larger case, inside of another box. The cheerleader’s eyes widened in confusion. The box was still there, but where was it and why was it locked up?

“What is that?” she asked.

Simon stared as he cocked his head off to the side. His eyes squinting as he thought of something, “Jess. How rich is your Dad again?”

The genie began blinking in thought, “Um. Rich as fuck?"

Jessica kicked her feet childishly in from the raised chair at the kitchen counter, looking at her Master, "He never really told me. He always just told me that I never had to worry about money my whole life. That he would provide. Why?”

Her Master didn’t answer, only leaning forward and directing her again, pointing to the wall at the back, “Show me the other side of that wall.”

The illusion moved again, twisting and turning until showing the white marble and gold finishing on the walls, and the platinum-silver locks of safety deposit boxes. Jessica’s eyes widened in shock.

“I-Is that a vault?”

Simon sipped his coffee, “Yep.”

Whoa, she thought to herself.

That had to be one impressive bank to carry a vault like the kind they were seeing. High-End, expensive, and decorated? Where would someone put something like that?

“Jess, zoom out to the street and front of the building.”

Again, Simon’s voice ordered and Jessica obeyed. The illusion leading the two teenagers out of a vault, past long hallways, checkpoints, desks, and clerks then outside to the old furnishings and the flag waving outside the large front door.

A red square with a white cross mark in the center that reminded the genie of a plus-sign.

“Holy fuck…”

Simon began rubbing his face as Jessica wished she paid more attention in her social studies and history classes. The genie knew that flag. It was even on some of her winter clothing that her Stepmother purchased for her to go skiing.

“Switzerland?” she asked confused.

Her Master nodded again, as she looked back to the illusion, now even more confused by events in question.

“What was my ring box doing in a bank vault in Switzerland?”

Simon shrugged and rubbed the back of his head, “Same reason anyone else keeps something locked up in a Swiss Bank? They don’t ask many questions and they value discretion. It's kind of their thing...”

Jessica shook her head, even more confused, “But if it’s been sitting there this whole time, then who made it? Where did it come from? Who put it there to begin with?”

Simon leaned forward, drinking his coffee again before placing it down, “Let’s find out. Go back inside to where the box is and go back to the moment it was placed there.”

The blonde cheerleader nodded becoming as determined and focused as her Master was in finding out the truth behind the mystery. It took a moment, almost a minute long delay, but the deposit box was removed from the wall. The two teenagers watching from an angle as if a camera had been installed inside the box allowing them to see what was going on.

“Okay, zoom out,” her Master ordered.

They now had a full room view as a middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit spoke in French to the client in front of him. Jessica’s emerald eyes widening at the sight of a beautiful and statuesque blonde woman in a white dress, a large but fashionable hat covering her face.

She was nodding along and holding a baby in her arms; seemingly more distracted by the child than the man in front of her. The baby squirmed and fussed, making the woman look up towards them with a smile and nod, then turning her attention back to her child.

That single innocent glance confirmed what Jessica had felt the moment she her again. Her face smiled innocently as she called out softly to the illusion,

“Mom…”

Simon’s eyes snapped over to look at his genie, seeing Jessica continuing to stare longingly at the woman. The closest she had been to her dream yesterday afternoon.

“Wait. That’s your Mom?” he asked, surprised.

The genie's attention remained on the woman, but she nodded slowly as Simon’s focus turned to the baby in the woman’s arms. Seeing the blonde tuft of hair poking out from the swaddle. The woman smiled, mouthing something to them before opening part of her dress to her small child.

“Stop there, Jess.”

The illusion paused as the genie snapped her attention away and focused back on the young man that prevented the scene from going any further. Jessica saw the blush being shaken from her Master’s face as he pointed to the bag where the blue velvet chest containing the ring box sat off to its side.

Jessica turned her attention away from her mother holding her as a baby ready to feed her and to a piece of paper sticking out. Simon pointing directly to it and having the blonde young woman target it as his focus zeroed in.

“Show me that receipt.”

It was in another language, paid for in a special order and in a foreign currency, but an address and a country labeled directly on the bottom.

The genie couldn't make head or tails of it.

But her Master could.

Simon slapped his hands together and pumped his fist, hugging and squeezing her from behind with a laugh and kissing her. Much to her disbelief, but she wasn’t going to complain when he felt that amped up and showed her affection because of it. He found what he was looking for, and she had done well.

“Grab your bag, Jess. This is going to get a little nuts, but it’ll be so cool!” Simon's excitement was apparent as he smiled and let out a laugh.

Her eyes widened confused, but the genie did as commanded, “Yes, Master.”

The illusion dispersed into green smoke and mist that faded into nothingness, her eyes ceased glowing and Simon wrapped himself around her tightly after placing his bookbag on.

“Master what are we about to…”

And then in a happy tone, her Master made his wish known.

“Jess. I wish we were in Florence, Italy!”

Emerald eyes widened as Jessica snapped her head up at her Master. Did she hear that right?

WHERE?

The pleasurable spike hit her hard this time as they disappeared from his kitchen in an instant.