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Chapter 8

What's next?

Escape

"One of these windows has gotta open, right?" Sam asked as she and Jack raced around the mother-in-law house trying each window.

Jack ran into the kitchenette and made her way to the sink, pushing up on the window. Much to her relief, it opened. "Sam! Over here!"

"What is it?" Sam asked as she entered the kitchenette. Upon seeing the open window, she shook her window. "We're not going to fit through there! That thing is way too small!"

"You got any other ideas?!"

"... Fine!" Sam said as she walked over to the sink, climbing onto the counter before crawling backwards out the window. It was a tight pinch, but she surprisingly managed to slip out and stand on her feet. "Come on!"

Jack nodded as she hopped up onto the counter and began to crawl backwards out the window. Unfortunately, as the woman's hips went through the window sill, she found herself stuck. "Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!"

Sam surprisingly found herself watching Jack's ass wiggle as the stuck woman kicked her legs kicked back and forth, a sliver of drool at the corner sight.

"Don't just stand there! Get me the fuck out!"

Sam shook her head before grabbing Jack's waist, telling herself that she'd ask why she was drooling over Jack's ass in the first place as she pulled with all her might.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay, Ow! Stop!" Jack shouted as Sam stopped pulling, "We need to try something else!"

Sam looked around before noticing one of the tables in the yard, a bowl of what looked like barbecue sauce sitting on it as an idea came to her head. "Hold on! I'll be right back!"

"What?! Don't you fucking leave me like this, Bitch!"

Ignoring Jack, Sam raced over to the bowl and grabbed it, racing back over and sticking her hand into the brown, oily goop before turning her attention back to Jack's ass. "Okay. This may feel weird..."

"What the fuck are y- EEK!" Jack squealed as she felt the barbecue sauce being applied to her hips. "What the fuck is that?!"

"Barbecue sauce to make you slippery and pull you out." Sam said, "Not shut up before they come back out to see what all the noise is!"

Jack bit her lip as she squirmed from the sauce being applied to her waist and hips. She let out a squeak as, as she was applying it to the front of Jack's waist, Sam accidentally brushed her womanhood, still sensitive from their lovemaking. "Careful back there!"

"Sorry." Sam said as she sat the bowl down and grabbed Jack by the legs. "Okay! On three, you push and I'll pull."

"Is that 'One, two, three! Push!', or 'One, two, push on three'?"

"Does it really - The first one!" Sam groaned. "Okay, ready? One... Two... Three!"

Jack pushed herself backwards as Sam pulled Jack's legs by her ankles, the two groaning as they struggled. After a few more seconds, Jack slid out with a comical pop, flying back into Sam and knocking them back to the ground while knocking over the table. As Sam landed on her back, Jack landed on top of her, her butt landing on Sam's face with her womanhood on the cheer captain's mouth just as Sam opened it, her tongue making contact with Jack's folds. Jack made a face as she found herself climaxing again, her juices mixing with the barbecue sauce. Sam's eyes widened as she found herself enjoying the taste, closing them as she let out a satisfied moan.

And then the two realized what just happened.

"S-sorry!" Jack said, jumping to her feet as she looked like she was going to explode.

"I-it's alright..." Sam stammered as she stood up, wiping her mouth as she blushed the same shade of red.

"WOO! YEAH!"

Jack and Sam turned to see the two guys from before, the forst guy drooling as he filmed the two on his phone while his friend merely stood their in shock.

"Run!" Sam yelled as the two ran to the fence, jumping it as they landed into the next yard before yelping as they found themselves soaked by sprinklers.

"So are we gonna -"

"We can talk about this later, Jack!" Sam exclaimed as they ran through the yard, the sprinklers washing the barbecue sauce away as they headed towards the next fence. Just two more fences, and they'd be at the home stretch...

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