Without any other means of getting Quinn's attention, Jack begins yelling and waving his arms as Quinn puts her legs through the bikini bottom. "What the hell.." she uttered. Quinn pulled the bottoms up slightly higher then leaned down a little bit, filling Jack with relief. "Oh my god! Jack! How did you end up there?" Quinn exclaimed as she picked him up. "Well, I couldn't really find a good hiding spot and you finished counting before I had found one, so I improvised, I guess" he nervously chuckled. Quinn grinned. "You're pretty silly. But we got to get going, I'm going to finish dressing then we can get out of here" she said as she set Jack on the guest bed.
Once Quinn finished dressing, she grabbed Jack once again and walked out of the room to meet the other girls. "Finally, there you are Quinn. Have enough fun with your boy toy?" Trish joked. "Hardy har har, he's pretty cool. That aside, let's hit it" Quinn responded. "Whoa, whoa. Hold on a moment". Trish took Jack from Quinn and glanced at him. "You ready to have the time of your life, little guy?". Jack didn't know what to say. "Uh, I guess? What were you planning on doing?". Trish giggled and looked at the rest of the girls. "I thought you could help us out with our tanning, unless of course, there was some.. other way you could help us?" Trish winked and motioned along her body. Jack stiffened and politely declined. "I suppose I can help you out with your tanning".
"Trish, quit picking on him, let's just go" Quinn put in. Trish laughed. "Okay, okay, come on, Jack. In you go". Trish began lowering him into her exposed cleavage. "What are you doing? Can't I ride on the dashboard or something? Or even just on the seat?" Jack intervened. Trish paused for a moment. "I guess so, but you'll have to do me a little favor when we get to the beach". Jack shook his head. "All right, just put me in". Trish smirked. "That's what I thought, little man". She placed Jack between her boobs, and he bobbed up. "Oh no, you can't be seen by anybody but us, you have to be concealed".
"What do you m-" Jack was interrupted as Trish's finger pushed him deeper into her cleavage, far enough down until only the top of his head was visibile. "That's better" Trish smiled. With that, her and the rest of her clique went to their car and drove away. Jack, in the meantime, couldn't do anything. If he tried to struggle, Trish would push him even deeper, to where it was too tight for any sort of movement and would jostle her breasts around to play with Jack. Sweat accumulated and piled onto Jack, to his discomfort. The entire ride to the beach was pretty miserable for Jack, only getting out once the girls had arrived at the beach.
"Okay, girls, there's a spot over there. Let's go set up" Trish leaded. She pulled Jack up enough for his head to pop out, yet still kept him firm in place, pinning his limbs. Jack knew better than to protest, though. He knew what would happen then.
After the girl's set up, what goes on?
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