This choice: Yell for all you're worth and hope to get the blonde's attention. • Go Back...
Chapter #3
Finding Cover... involuntarilly
by: Unknown
The blonde comes within half a foot of sitting on you when she pauses. She turns around and looks down at the seat. It appears all your yelling paid off. ...but no. She grabs the two ends of the seat belt and is about to turn around again when she spots you. You watch as her eyes register shock, and then curiosity.
"Hey Shayla, sit down. The ride is about to start."
Shayla looks at her friend, then quickly snatches you in her right hand and sits down. You watch as an attendant walks toward your car on this side, checking all the restraints.
"Do you need help with the belt?" the attendant asks Shayla. You glance from your hiding place in Shayla's right hand by the wall, at her brunette friend who smiles and shakes her head.
The attendant buckles up Shayla's belt and pulls the restraining bar down in front of Shayla and her friend. The attendant walked to his booth and pushed a few switches to start the ride in motion.
"Shayla, you're such a player." the brunette says while stiffling a laugh. "It didn't amount to much though did it?"
"I'm not so sure Debbie." Shayla glances casually at you. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
The ride goes through all the twists and turns that you'd come to expect with such rides. Since you are small, all the G forces seem intensified and the ride seems to take forever. A couple times, Shayla's grip is a little overwhelming, but you survive. As soon as the ride stops, Shayla unbuckles and calls, "I need to grab a drink. Save me a place in line at the Matador. I hear the lines are long for that thing!"
Her friends agreed to as they all get up and leave the ride. Shayla heads the opposite direction towards a water fountain, but once out of sight of her friends, unexpectedly changes direction and enters a porta-potty. After closing the door she opens her hand and takes a closer look at you.
"I've been thinking and I have big plans for you little man."
"My name is Pete!!" you call up to her.
"Oh, okay Pete. Well, as I was saying, I've been pondering some ideas of what to do with you. But for now, we can't risk anyone else seeing you. I've got to hide you somewhere on me." You look her up and down and immediately notice that this notion is impossible. It's not like she has any pockets. Her bikini top was skimpy. Basically two patches of cloth attached by a string.
"Where on earth would you hide me?!? It's not like you could just stick me in your cleavage... it's wide open!"
Shayla put her finger to her lips and thought for a moment, then a light hit her eyes. "I got it! I'll just put you in my bikini bottom!"
"What??! That's gross!" but as soon as you said it, you realized you were turned on.
"It'll only be for a while. ... and it's not like you have a choice." With that she giggled.
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