"I noticed that you took in quite a bit of my sweat when you were under my foot," Rylee noted. Jack cocked his head, unsure of where she was going with this. "So, I figured that if you could do that, you could become my personal towel for a gym session or two". Jack shook his head in defiance. "Uh, no. That doesn't sound appealing to me in the slightest". Rylee shrugged. "It doesn't have to be appealing, but it needs to be done. I don't want to come back in here and display to my roommate that I practically produce a swimming pool's worth of sweat. If you don't like it, you're stuck here, because I won't take you anywhere until you do something for me". Jack groaned. "Why do you have to tie my hands like this? Ugh, if I have no other choice, I suppose I'll do it". Rylee grinned. "Glad you came around to it, bud. Now let's get you all ready so we can get this show on the road". She set him down next to her and changed from flip flops to her gym shoes. Then, she grabbed a piece of tape from a tape dispenser on her desk and grabbed Jack with her other hand, raising her left arm.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" Jack called out. "Well, I have to put you somewhere don't I? I won't need you until I'm done working out, but you might as well get a head start on doing the job," Rylee justified. Jack didn't have an answer for that and just went with the flow, soon finding himself taped face first into this girl's already slick armpit. "Now, as long as you don't move, you'll be okay. So just stick with it and you'll end up getting help, all right?" Rylee said. Jack started to speak, but accidentally licked Rylee's armpit and closed his mouth. This tickled Rylee, and she let out a soft laugh, arguably the cutest thing Jack had heard or seen from her so far. "I know you're excited, but calm down there stud, you should save it for later," she joked. With that, Rylee lowered her arm, pinning Jack on either side by her pit, and walking to leave her room. Now completely in darkness, Jack waited. The smell in here wasn't unpleasant, fortunately, as Rylee had put on deodorant prior to her finding Jack. But the humidity and the moistness around him, Jack certainly couldn't rave about. So, for the time being, Jack tried to focus on the scent of Rylee's deodorant.
An hour and a half passed, and Jack was just about all out of dry spots on his body. When Rylee said that she sweat a swimming pool's worth of sweat, Jack thought that was an understatement. The scent of her deodorant was no longer present, instead taken over by a stark, musky kind of smell. Sweat continued to pour on top of Jack as Rylee worked out. He tried squirming around, hoping the sweat might have loosened the tape Rylee put over him, but that didn't work. Whatever tape Rylee had, it was ridiculously resilient to wet surfaces. His movements caused Rylee to get distracted, and this didn't make her happy. "Bug boy, quit it," she grunted, and squeezed her arm shut, pressuring Jack further into her skin. She released her squeeze, and Jack refused to try what he had done again. Instead, he just waited, nearly unconscious, for the unbearably long workout to end and get free of his incredibly slippery prison.
When Rylee finally does finish her workout, what does she do with Jack?
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