The discovery at East Hall

Tiffany still had Mark by the hand as they walked back into East Hall.

Unfortunately things were about to derail for Mark, his chances with Tiffany were about to go up in flames.

The hall was absolutely trashed. Rolls of toilet paper were everything, the place looked soaked from **** stains and spillages, some of the interior decorations were trashed.

“What the fuck happened in here!?!?” Tiffany exclaimed to the first person she came across.

“Some girls from Westmere came in and trashed the joint, they literally just ran away a few minutes ago,” said one of the guys trying to clean up inside.

Fuck. Tamika and Eve had to have been behind this.

Tiffany was fuming, as the female RA, it was part of her responsibilities to keep everything in check. This was a big disaster for her. She began relentlessly trying to clean the place up, trying to get others to help her.

Feeling bad for her, Mark tried to chip in, cleaning up the **** stains on the carpet. He furiously rubbed at it, the marks barely leaving.

He looked over at Tiffany who was bending down at the bottom of a couch. The female beauty was attempting to reach for some empty red plastic cups that were underneath the couch. While reaching, that very sexy ass of hers was pointed up in the air.

The view stopped Mark’s cleaning in it tracks, he lowered his head closer to the ground so he could see under that black dress. Mark was on the other side of the room but he could just make out the faint line of her blank panties in between two big white ass cheeks.

Feeling himself get hard, Mark could only get frustrated. In an alternate world, he would be upstairs right now banging Tiffany.

The good thing was, Mark had made up even more brownie points with Tiffany by the end of the clean up. She appreciated that he didn’t bugger her off and go to bed.

It was quite late by the time they finished, Tiffany looked exhausted, anything happening tonight looked quite slim.

“Thanks for helping Mark,” she said as they slumped upstairs, “I’m sorry that kind of ruined our plans tonight.”

“It’s alright, that’s cool,” he lied, he was furious. “Do you think that offer still stands, next weekend at least? Maybe?”

Tiffany stood at the end of the staircase before she was about to turn in the direction of her dorm. The slightest of smiles on her face appeared. “We’ll see,” she said.

She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before walking away. As always, Mark’s eyes were glued to her behind as she walked in the opposite direction of him.

That ass. That body. That fucking smile. He almost had all of it tonight, Mark was truly kicking himself.