Not in the way you’d expect

“Ughh.” You stand back up and check out a crack in the wall. “You alright?” You ask, still peering out to double check the manager’s position.

“Ummm… not exactly.” You hear the redhead say behind you.

“What do you mean by—” you shudder a little, not sure what to expect next. She’s bent over, stuck with a rake over her back and another tool caught on her bikini top. “Jeez—”

Madison shuts you up, forcing a hand over your mouth. “Shhh!” She seems to tempt you looking at her cleavage. “Just… we need to get out of here.” She seems to have split sentences.

“How?” You ask. “You’re clearly not going anywhere. I can’t get much closer either; not without getting an eyeful.” You both look down at her chest which is only a budge away from two pink nipples.

“Well, I can’t stay like this.” She argues. “If it means having to close your eyes or see your school’s most prized pair of tits, I don’t care.”

“I care!” You hush yourself before you can raise your voice much more.

“Well then….” She looks around for any inspiration. “How about this…?”