This choice: Phoenix opts to get his boss' attention. • Go Back... Phoenix scrambled back across the desk and out from beneath his mentor's looming breasts. Of all the ways he might be able to draw her attention, turning into a tiny stain on the underside of her tit was probably not the most efficient.
He tried his best not to stare in mesmerized awe at Mia's staggeringly massive endowments as he looked up at her, trying to mentally plot out a means of making himself visible. He was tiny. That much was certain, even if the specifics were still a bit unclear.
Mia herself was intensely focused on her work at the moment. He could walk out onto her papers and try to get within her line of sight, but the idea seemed quite risky. As he thought it over, a memory sprang to mind. It was just a week earlier, when he'd been speaking to Mia as she worked at this very desk. She'd spotted some sort of beetle that had made its way up onto her desk and, without so much as breaking her speech for a moment or even slightly hesitating, she twirled her pen in her fingers to set it up and flick the insect away from her desk.
Phoenix shuddered at the idea of not only probably having half his bones broken by the impact of Mia's pen against him, but also being sent sailing away across the vast room to splatter against the floor or wall.
No, it wouldn't work. If she could see him at all, he'd be too small to recognize as anything other than an insect.
So, was getting closer to her eyes the right option? It seemed like a sound idea, but it was also extremely risky, of course.
Nothing he could do in this situation was without risk, though. So, his mind was made up. He'd be going for Mia's face. Getting close enough to be recognized properly.
He'd never had any real experience with climbing. The university he'd attended had a rock-climbing wall, but he'd never tried it for himself. Even then, it was a few dozen feet up, whereas Mia's upper body stood what looked like miles over him. Her breasts alone were bigger than any building he'd ever been inside of, by the look of them.
He caught himself getting distracted. His gaze had drifted downward gradually, from Mia's face down to her prominent cleavage, which was just hanging open there before him, looking more like a huge canyon than a simple opening in a suit.
He had probably a half hour until Mia was planning to leave for her trial. She'd be upset with him if he missed it, but he felt like his current situation was a passable excuse.
Mia's suit was making contact with the table in just a few places. Phoenix rushed toward one of them, right at the base of his mentor's left breast. He was cast back into shadow by her body as he approached.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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