Fate had thrown a curve ball at Stacy’s plan, and you had been the one to suffer from it. When Stacy had jumped after being scared by Vicky, her breasts bounced up into the air. From your position in her cleavage, you had been shot from her squishy boobs like a rocket, her flesh acting almost like a trampoline. You barely even had any time to process what was going on.
Before you knew it, you were flying through the nightclub at dangerously fast speeds, both people and flashing lights rushing past you. Your terrified screams were drowned out by the thumping dance music, and you could barely process a thing as you spun head over heels through the air.
To make matters worse, Stacy was completely oblivious to what had happened to you. She instantly noticed that she couldn’t feel you between her boobs anymore. However, she had come to the unfortunately incorrect conclusion that you had slipped deep between her boobs and have gotten squished flat by her breasts. She assumed that she couldn’t feel you because you had been reduced to a flat smear against her flesh. This thought (while false) made her blush twice as much.
Vicky threw an even worse wrench into the mix. Because of how energetic and playful she was, she was easily going to be able to keep Stacy occupied for the entire night. It wouldn’t be long before Stacy would be having fun, thoughts of you out of her mind. She probably wouldn’t even check between her boobs for you until hours from now when exiting the club. Of course, she wouldn’t find you there at all.
These thoughts weren’t really in your head as you were spinning through the air though. You were much more concerned with your immediate safety, which wasn’t looking great. Especially considering where you were right about to land.
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