Had Jon been capable of thoughts higher than ‘where are my clothes?’, he may have questioned why entered the house of Tiffany Sanders. Well known as the school slut, Tiffany had honestly been worse than Sarah to Karyn. Where Sarah was a bitch and flaunted her rapid pubescent growth to her advantage, Tiffany reveled in hers. And there were plenty of rumors not all of it was natural given some... perkiness. Not that Jon knew that Tiffany upon puberty was diagnosed with a kind of Nymphomania that drugs were too expensive to supress.
Mot that Tiffany had wanted to.
Still, the point was that Jon did not like Tiffany. Like to look at? Of course, very few straight males did not give her appreciative glances. Jon did the same to Sarah despite his dislike of the cheerleader. But in no way did he actually like the girl.
So, had Jon been capable of actual thought at the moment he would be horrified to find himself slipping on a skimpy thong and bra.
“Oh yeah!” Tiffany Sanders moaned as she saw her early morning stream on certain websites give instructions through payments. “My door opened? Probably ju-“ The girl known as Tiffany’s eyes glazed over and she slipped out of view of the camera, just as Jon Sanders slid onto his bed by his stomach.
“Hey guys~” He cooed, running a finger down his many chest. “Urgh, really? Mods, I told you to keep people out who tell me to pump it. That just ruins the mood, ending early today.” He shut down the camera and stream and got out of bed to stretch. “Seriously, I show off and dance, I don’t work it for them!” He looked at the clock. “Shit, I gotta get to school.” And so Jon Sanders, far more reserved in sluttiness than Tiffany to simple titlation on screen, left for school.
Meanwhile, Tiffany was leaving what had once been her house with one thought on her mind ‘where are my clothes?’.
