Trish got up from her seat, lowering Jack closer to her chest in the process. Jack could only stare. The closer he got, the greater the feeling of doom came to him. Falling in there would most certainly lead to an impossible escape expedition. He hoped and prayed that the lace Trish used to make him into a necklace was short enough that he wouldn't fall all the way in. Little did he know how wrong that thought was.
Walking out of the classroom, Trish focused on her conversation with her friends, leaving Jack in the dark about where they were going and what they were going to do. All Jack could do at that point was nervously monitor his swaying back and forth on Trish's sternum, hold his breath when he got closer to her abyss, exhale when he was tossed further away. This nervous bouncing back and forth went on for some ten minutes, before Trish and her friends stopped inside the gym. They tossed their backpacks on the floor next to the bleachers, then began making their way to the locker room. "Oh, wait a sec," Trish blurted. She carefully took off her necklace, placing it with care on her bag, then spoke to Jack. "We have cheerleading today, and I think you would just be the best accessory. You stay here while we go change," she smirked. Jack watched in fear as the bodacious blonde walked away, her mesmerizing hips captivating his attention.
When Jack snapped out of it, he put in his best effort to escape the impressive entanglement caused by Trish's craftsmanship. He had to admit, though he thought Trish wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, what she had done with him was certainly nothing to shake a stick at. The dread came back to Jack when he noticed the cheer team walking back into the gym in full uniform, led by Trish, and he had made zero progress on escaping. This meant that he had to pretend that nothing happened while they were gone to avoid the wrath of the squad's leader.
"We're back," Trish chimed. She bent down and picked Jack up off of her backpack, then slowly placed him back over her head and swayed him on her neck. "Hold on a sec, Becca, would you mind giving my necklace a little slack by loosening it please?" Trish asked. Her friend emphatically walked over and did as she was asked. Jack felt his heart drop as he himself dropped closer to Trish's rack. This was completely intentional. It was likely that during the cheer practice, Jack would fall into Trish's boobs and have the beatdown of his life. In the instant before the practice began, Jack begged for mercy from Trish, but all she did was laugh and shake her head.
When cheer began, Jack dropped in immediately. The quick acceleration and transition into the air sent Jack careening onto Trish's massive right boob before bouncing up in line with the middle of neck. As you know, what goes up must come down, and when Trish landed, so did Jack. Though, this time he landed in her cleavage. Landing face first, Jack's lower body flailed in the air as he struggled to get himself out. Trish laughed and kept her routine steady. Flopping back and forth and being utterly dominated by Trish's chest, Jack was losing stamina quick. A few more minutes of fast-paced action go by and the team suddenly stops, as cue for a break is called for. Jack, this time his whole body ensnared inside the tan rack, moved around as best he could, which was relatively minimal, but nonetheless got the attention of Trish. She casually pulled on the lace around her neck and out shot Jack, who landed on her shoulder.
Out of breath, Jack fell on his back. "Please..." he begged, "no more..." Trish rolled her eyes. "That all you got, pipsqueak? Please, just wait until I bring you back to my place." The snort Trish gave in her response made Jack fear her even more. In his mind, Jack was pleading for a stroke of luck, which he seemed to be peculiarly short of at this time, to free him from this monster.
The cheer coach blew the whistle, meaning it was time for the second routine. Trish began to move into position but paused and looked down at her accessory.
What thought had come to Trish's mind?
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