It wasn't just that Biff Meadows had exited the washroom of the cheap motel that Jon found himself in, it was what he was wearing. He'd gotten used to seeing the jock looking tough around school; muscle shirts, jeans, but nothing like this. He was wearing a blue frilly spaghetti strapped top that, had he been a woman, would have showed a whole lot of cleavage. His short denim skirt showed so much leg he was sure that Biff was wearing panties. His knee socks finished at the foot at a pair of extremely high heels.
Biff was dressed as a hooker.
"Okay, mistah, here's the deal," his 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?"
He approached Jon, but Jon backed away, scooting across the bed.
Biff noted the hesitation, smiled, then continued, "First time, loverboy? Don't you worry. Biffie'll take care of you real nice."
Biff lept onto the bed. With a shove, Jon was on his back again, straddled by the biggest bully in school. The smell of bubblegum was on Biff's breath. Jon 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 Biff soon has his tongue down Jon's throat, sharing that bubblegum with his Jon for the night.
Jon, disgusted, mustered all his might to shove Biff off. He jumped of from the bed and ran for the door. Throwing it open, he was shocked to find someone waiting on the other side for him. That someone was...
