The Drop Tower

Mackenzie felt the roller coasters calling her name. She was in the mood for some serious thrills! But on her way there, she came across the impressively tall Drop Tower. Maybe it would be better to work her way up to the coasters. To whet her appetite a bit.

Impulsively, the redhead turned and headed straight for the tower. And, thanks to a short line, she soon found herself getting secured into one of the ride's wooden seats. The black plastic guard lowered into place over her shoulders, tightly hugging her torso to the seat. An attendant soon walked by, making each ride-goer's guard was secured by pushing on it. He did the same to Mackenzie's, and there was apparently just enough room to let it clock one notch lower. The redhead grunted slightly as she felt the plastic squeeze into her chest even more tightly. The U-shape of the guard also left little place else for her two large breasts to go other than towards each other. Mackenzie was now sporting some truly impressive cleavage. The ride employee grinned widely at the sight, but didn't say anything. Mackenzie squirmed around slightly, but couldn't find a way to relieve the pressure on her boobs. And a moment later, the ride began anyway.

Mackenzie screamed with exhilaration as she rocketed upwards. The tower then slowly came to a midair halt for a moment and Mackenzie's legs swung upward from the momentum. It was only as the ride began dropping back down, despite her sandals continuing their upward journey, that Mackenzie realized flip flops might not have been the best choice of footwear that day.

A few thrilling minutes of rising and falling later, the ride came to a stop. Mackenzie, sliding the windswept hair from her eyes, couldn't help but grin. It was a shame about losing her sandals like that, but they were a cheap pair and the ride had been worth it. The guards lifted and Mackenzie stood up from the seat. But as she got to her feet, she felt a tug on her back and heard a ripping sound. She whirled around and saw a strip of black fabric wedged into a crack in the old wooden back of the seat.

"Ugh, are you serious?" she complained to no one, feeling along the back of her shirt to assess the damage. There was a gap of pale flesh, maybe two or three inches wide, running up the back of the shirt, all the way up to Mackenzie's bikini knot. The frustrated beauty groaned but continued exiting the ride platform. "As if losing my sandals wasn't bad enough," she griped.

Little did Mackenzie realize that the old gnarled wood had done more than just rip her shirt. When she had been pressed so tightly against it, then shifted up and down over and over with the momentum of the ride, the bikini knot behind her neck had taken some serious damage. It wasn't just loosened, either. The small, sharp, splintery edges of the wood had actually been sawing away at the ties themselves! Mackenzie didn't know it, but the knot on her neck was one gentle tug away from tearing apart completely!

Oblivious, and still lamenting the loss of her flip flops, Mackenzie strode barefoot in the direction of the roller coasters.