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It started out as an innocent prank, I swear. Just pull down Jannessa's pants and make her flash her panties, maybe a little tush "by accident." I didn't think multiple girls later I was going to become the school's renowned hitman. After Jannessa's bare ass started getting shared around on vine within our school, my friends started to dare me to do it again to our other friends. Exposing close friends became exposing loose friends, which then became requests to "helping show off" popular hot girls in school, which then became stripping enemies. Some gave specific requests, and some just asked me to get the job done however I wanted. It got to a point where I was practically a yes-man to anyone's request to strip a girl naked and help display her assets to the casual onlookers, a specific person, or a camera for future personal use. Eventually, "Sharknado" was the name I was so dubbed among the horny boys and my friends of the Grux High's hallways, which I reveled under its guise because, truthfully, it was fun.

Wondering how Bri doesn't ever have any panty lines on her ass? Me too.
Remind Iris that everyone can see her whale tail in front of the class? I might break it.
Rip a bigger hole on the seat in Paige's ripped jeans? I might be feeling cheeky
You wanted to see if Abby sported a bush or clean kitty under her skirt? I got you.
You wanted to see what areolas sat on top of Tiffany's massive breast? You bet I do.
How many pencils could we stuff into Haley's asscrack before she woke up from the movie? I'll bet five.
Hell, you even want to wonder what shade of brown Riley's asshole looked like under the school hallway lights? I would want to.

The point is, if you wanted to see a girl exposed, I was willing to do it, and I didn't care for consequences. Grux high was kind of renowned for its lack of disciplinary action to naughty students as well, which was a benefit to me. Maybe the teachers and staff didn't feel a need to go above and beyond their call of duty for the marginal pay they already received.

I didn't think I would accept every brash and more cumulatively humiliating request I got from these horndogs, but hell, I am a sure sucker for the approval of my peers. Maybe the internet's ease to porn and those Japanese videos I watched put a sick nerve in my head but in no way did I think this spree would end up with me being the one spreading Feebie's legs on her graduation day to see what kind of panties she wore under her gown or setting up dramas costumes to catastrophically fail for 3 individual girls during each different weekend show. All of this, from just the adrenaline rush of accidentally grabbing one layer too much of the back of Jannessa's loose sweatpants as she hung off her friend. Something about that moment of unveiling the marvelous sight of a hidden valley of pale skin between two large pale mounds supported by a raucous cheer of close friends twisted laugher behind me while simultaneously being hushed by a high pitch scream from the owner of the bare butt changed me that day.

It was a nice ass too by the way, but that doesn't carry as much weight for an origin story.

Or maybe it does. I mean, we could get right off to what was under Feebie's graduation gown, how heavy of a sleeper Haley is, or Riley's asshole color, but we might as well make you earn it. I didn't get this brazen from day one, so I might as well give tribute to my chronological descent into mania. Welcome to the origin story of Sharknado.

It was Tuesday, and classes just finally got out for the day. I was walking out of art class back to my locker before I ventured to the buses for home. One by one, my Grux friend group assembled as we meandered towards the lockers. John and Derry were cracking jokes with me along the way as we talked about all the pantsing vines trending lately. "Would be fun if we made one!" said Derry. "Maybe Trish?" John rebutted.

Suddenly all we could hear was Jannessa's soprano voice soaring above heads in the hallway. People usually are loud after school, but damn was she. As annoying as she was, we still loved her, although getting to stare at her bubble butt daily helped, and she loved us. Janessa incoherently giggled as she sprinted towards us, vaulted, and stuck the landing as she wrapped her legs around Derry.

"How about Janessa?" I said with my cameraphone pointed up...