It wasn't just that Sarah McMillan had exited the washroom of the cheap motel that Jon found himself in, it was what she was wearing. He'd gotten used to seeing the girl looking hot around school, skirts, cleavage, but nothing like this. Her blue frilly spaghetti strapped top showed a whole lot of cleavage, more than he imagined she could have, above AND below her huge breasts. Her short denim skirt showed so much leg he was sure he could see the bottom of her panties. Her knee socks finished at the foot at a pair of extremely high heels.
Sarah was dressed as a hooker.
"Okay, mistah, here's the deal," her voice sounded trashy, low class, "whatevah yah want tonight is free fah you, 'cuz your friends settled up with Jimmy earliah. You've got me all night, so where you wanna start?"
She approached Jon, straddled him on the bed and began to rub his chest with her long nailed hands. He could smell bubblegum on her breath.
She noted his hesitation, smiled, then continued, "First time, loverboy? Don't you worry. Sarah'll take care of you real nice."
With a shove, Jon was on his back again, straddled by the hottest girl in school. He wondered what wish he'd made to cause this situation. He also wondered what kind of implications this wish was having on the world around him. He didn't wonder long, though, as Sarah soon was on top of him, tongue down his throat, sharing that bubblegum with her Jon for the night.
What Jon didn't know was that he hadn't checked into the hotel alone that night. Outside, about to enter, was...
