On a hot day at Fredricks High school Trish was at the library working the counter, checking books out for people or telling them where to find the book that theyre searching for. Trish, being a feminist, had a hard time looking at the few Barbie wannabes who came in and couldnt stand the guys who slobbered over them in line just because they were here. But she knew that the new librarian, Ms. Roberts,needed the help, so here she was. Then again, she may not need so much help, thought Trish. Ms. Roberts was a young black woman somehwhere in her twenties and very attractive, she had an ample bosom and bottom which she kept covered with a long green hoodie sweater. Ms. Roberts kept her dark hair in a pony tail bringing attention to her shocking eyes and full lips, she was of average height and had the body of a pin up girl. The guys who didnt slobber over the Barbie clones watched Roberts.
When she wasnt restraining herself from slapping the Barbie clones and their brainless admirers senseless, Trish was waiting for Greg to call her. Why she gave that neanderthal her number she didnt know, maybe it was the sense of protection that he gave her, Trish took self defense classes and carried a can of mace, but still there was something about his broad shoulders and big arms that made her feel safe. Still, she was there for about half an hour and he still hasnt called, she wondered what was so important that the teacher had to tell him. Ms. Roberts was on a small ladder placing books in there proper place with the help of some freshman who would pass the books to her and check out her firm and full ass when she wasnt looking. Trish sighed and played with the thin choker around her neck, bored but glad she wasnt outside in the heat.
Trish was debating on whether to text Greg or not when the biggest (and therefore fakest) Barbie clone walked up to the counter. Her name was Amy, she was a senior like Trish, but Amy hadfake blond hair and empty blue eyes. Fake plump lips, an impossibly flat stomach and undeniably fake D-cup breasts, Trish couldnt stop staring at this girl and what her Daddy allowed his own daughter to do to herself with his own money. "Im looking for something by Mark Twain, hello?" Trish pulled herself out of her silent rage and gave her a smile that even Barbie would envy, "Um, sure, look in fiction and under the 'T' section, you should find what your looking for." Amy tilted her head and smiled at Trish, with a perky "Thank you!" she was off. Trish and the other kid at the counter were looking at Amy as she departed, Amy was wearing a tight pink top that showed off her breasts, a white mini skirt that showed off her ass and spray on tan legs and some small pumps to show off her expensive pedicure. Trish shook her head, disappointed and then turned to the sophomore, he was still looking at Amy as she turned the corner and into the fiction section. Trish was looking straight at the sophomore catching him by surprise when he finally turned back to her, "Oh!" he said, "so, um...the books by Mark Twain would be in, under 'T', right?" Trish was nodding her head slowly at the stupid boy and tried to ignore that he was staring at her own firm breasts in her black tank top or that he was using the mirror behind her to look at her ass in the tight black pants. "Thanks," he said as he left in a quick pace, hoping to catch Amy. With an aggravated sigh she turned back to her phone, no call from Greg, what was going on? "Everything alright, Trish?" came a voice over her shoulder.
Trish spun around, hiding her phone in her back pocket, she licked her full lips nervously and quickly jabbered out, "Nope. Nothing's wrong Ms. Roberts, why?" The young and hot librarian smiled and said, "Come on Trish, Im working on a psychology major...is it boy trouble?" Trish giggled nervously shaking her head, "No, no, no, noo...kinda" she said taking a seat on the stool behind the computer used to check out books. Ms. Roberts placed a friendly hand on Trish's shoulder, "Hey, he'll come around, if hes smart that is." Trish laughed and looked up, "Thats the problem, hes not!" Ms. Roberts raised an eyebrow as Trish continued, "I mean, the guy spends most of his time either working out or ignoring the calls from the girls that he sleeps with, he is a total caveman...I dont know why I gave him my number..." Ms. Roberts patted Trish on the shoulder encouraging her to continue, "Maybe," said Trish, "its because all of the other boyfriends I had shared the exact ideals as I did, butthey just copied what I said, this guy however," Ms. Roberts asked "Whats his name?" "Greg," replied Trish, "maybe its because hes a total opposite? Nah, thats not possible" Ms. Roberts gave a knowing laugh, "Stranger things have happened." The two women then talked about boys, careers, and current events. Meanwhile in the Fiction section, under "T"...
Stan the sophomore was having a great afternoon, normally having to study at the library after school was a drag, but today it was a true pleasure thanks to Amy. The blond was having a hard time finding the Fiction section and then looking for the "T" section, in the ten minutes that it took her to reach her destination he was checking her out. Those first ten minutes were soon eclipsed when Amy had to reach high to grab a book, her tight shirt would ride up her flat stomach revealing her smooth tan skin and belly button, Stan shuddered silently even if the two of them were alone. Amy got on tip toes, this made her skirt ride up and he got an amazing view of legs and just as Stan was about to get an eye-full of ass, she got back on the soles of her feet. Looking around, Amy was searching for a ladder, she took a right passing Stan who had picked up a book for cover and silently inhaled her aroma and then slyly checked out her ass. Amy came back with a small two step ladder, she took two minutes trying to figure out how to properly open it and then place it, two minutes full of bending over and furious shaking of the ladder that in extension caused her breasts to shake, Stan was in heaven. Amy finally got it right and climbed the mini-ladder and reached for a book by Mark Twain, she pulled out a dusty copy of "Huckleberry Finn". She sneezed, then came a big cloud of dust that engulfed her face, she started coughing. Amy dropped the book, wiped at her eyes and then started grabbing at her throat and slamming a manicured fist on her large breasts. She lost her balance, hit her head against the book shelf behind her and again on the mini-ladder, she lay motionless on the floor.
Stan looked at Amy from a safe distance. Her gorgeous breasts were not moving, he walked up to her as slowly as possible. Stan looked down at her face, Amy's closed eyes had some shadow and her lips had a pink gloss to go with her pink top. It was her shirt that Stan was looking at now, he was staring greedily at her breasts,before he knew it his hand was moving towards her tit. He got a firm grib on her breast, then he got both hands involved...he was lifting up her shirt, looking at her firm abdomen, the shirt went up higher and higher. Stan caught himself when his hand was on the front of her bra, he didnt feel a heartbeat. Horrified, he brought the top over her stomach again, he looked around and ran back to the front desk. Stan thought of what to say to the hot librarian.
Librarian Roberts and Trish were still talking to one another, when Stan ran up to them. "Theres no running in the library," said an annoyed Trish as soon as she saw who it was. Roberts lightly nudged her assistant, with a smile she asked, "What is it dear?" Despite the circumstances, Stan looked from Trish's chest to Roberts' a fact that Trish knew, with a shake of her fist, he started. "Amy...I was looking for a book and so was she, then she just fell down and shes not moving." With that Librarian Roberts got up, "Call 911, Trish!" she turned to Stan, "Show me where she is!" and then followed Stan. Trish picked up the phone and called 911, she gave a quick summary of the situation and hung up the phone. Before she left to join Stan and Librarian Roberts, she gave a quick text to Greg: DONT CALL ME!!! Hoping that it was enough she left.
Roberts and Stan got to Amy first, the librarian knelt down and grabbed Amy by the shoulders. "Amy? Can you hear me? Are you okay??" she asked with each shake, but the only response that she got was her jiggling breasts. Ms. Roberts slowly placed her ear firmly in the center of Amy's fake breasts, she shook her head lightly and then placed two fingers under the motionless girl's nose. Stan was staring intently as the hot librariangavethe hot girl a final shake when suddenly, "Hey, you! I need your help, grab her by the arms...." Stan shook his head obediently and walked to Amy's head, knelt down and picked her up under the arms as Roberts lifted Amy's legs. With a nod of her head she directed Stan where to go, "We've got to get her close to the main enterance, so the paramedics can help her..." Just then, Trish came up to the trio, "Oh my God!" she gasped, "Its okay, Trish," the librarian soothed her, "do you know CPR?"
Trish nodded her head and stepped out of the way and then followed Ms. Roberts, finally reaching the main entrance, they placed the unconscious Amy flat on her back. Roberts silently commanded Stan to back off of Amy and check the door outside to let the EMTs in, "Ready?" she asked Trish. Trish was looking down at Amy's face, she was wondering whether her nose was also fake as well as her nose and breasts, she looked like she was sleeping. Trish finally looked up and said, "Okay." Ms. Roberts looked down at Amy, took off her small but expensive pumps and then looked at Trish, "I go to the gym alot, I think Im stronger than you...so I'll administer chest compressions and I hope that you aren't a smoker because you'll have to give her mouth to mouth." Ms. Roberts straddled Amy's hips, interlaced her fingers and placed them in the center of Amy's large firm fake breasts and started chest compressions. She pushed in two inches into Amy's sternum and then back up, pushed in then came back up at a strong but steady pace, Trish was kneeling close to Amy's head ready to give a rescue breath. Trish wasnt a smoker, she knew the importance of healthy living, she did, after all, want to become a surgeon, thats why she knew CPR, but she never imagined that shed need to use it so soon. She could hear her friend the librarian finishing her cycle of compressions, "twenty five...twenty six...twenty seven...twenty eight...twenty nine...thirty! Breathe!" Hearing her cue, Trish tilted Amy's head back opening her airway, she looked in to see if there were any obstructions and pinched her nose. Definetely had a nose job, thought Trish as she was taking in a deep breath, she brought her head closer to Amy's waiting plumped up lipsand made a tight seal. Out of the corner of her eye, Trish could see Amy's large chest rise with the air that she was giving her, thinking that it was impossible for her chest to get any bigger..."Again!" she heard the librarian say, and Trish took a deep breath and gave another breath to Amy, her lips tasted like nothing thought Trish, might be an after effect of the surgery...
"Anything?" asked Ms. Roberts, she was still straddling Amy but her hands were at her sides. Trish placed two fingers on Amy's carotid artery and shook her head, this was a cue for Librarian Roberts to continue compressions, "One...two...three...four...five..." Trish saw Amy's breasts jiggle with each compression delivered and how her flat stomach would slightly move up with each deep thrust into her chest. "Twenty five...twenty six...twenty seven...twenty eight...twenty nine...thirty! Breathe!" Trish pinched Amy's nose shut, took a deep breath and sealed her lips over Amy's and breathed into her, once then twice. Trish checked for a pulse and said, "Nothing." Roberts, growing irritated, continued chest compressions this time much harder than before, "One! Two! Three! Four! Five!..." Trish was worried that Roberts would break Amy's ribs but she didnt say anything, she just stared as this young and attractive black woman pumping a younger and admittedly hot blond girl's chest with a fervor that Trish wished would help bring Amy back to life. "Twenty five! Twenty six! Twenty seven! Twenty eight! Twenty nine! Thirty! Come on!" shouted Ms. Roberts with each compression going slightly hoarse and out of breath because of the strength of the compressions, Trish looked around and saw a small crowd starting to form, some were on their phones calling an ambulance or taking pictures. Trish turned back to the matter at hand, the librarian had finished her cycle of chest compressions which shook Amy's body from head to painted toe, "Breathe!" Trish pinched Amy's nose shut and leaned in to give a rescue breath to Amy, she heard the faint shutter nose that of a camera phone but then she heard the rush of air moving from her lungs down into Amy's. Trish saw the air puff up Amy's cheeks and cause her breasts to rise and strain against the tight top, her chest rose and fell, Trish gave her another rescue breath but Amy wasnt responding...Where were the paramedics?
"Jesus..." whispered the librarian, "its getting hot in here" still straddling Amy, Roberts took off her green hoodie revealing her toned torso. She was wearing a white button up shirt, the top three buttons were undone, showing a good amount of cleavage and the shirt held fast against her flat stomach. Trish heard the tiny shutter sounds of the camera phones that were undoubtebly trained on the librarian's firm black breasts. Trish was wondering if the perverts had called 911, and why Ms. Roberts hadnt continued chest compressions...she soon got her answer. The librarian had her hands at the bottom of Amy's tight top and she started to lift it up, showing her belly button then her flat stomach then her D cup breasts in a thin red lace bra. The shutter sounds became more frequent as Ms. Roberts carefully lifted up Amy's toned arms up, removed her top and carefully brought her arms back down, "Get ready, Trish" is all that she said. Ms. Roberts interlaced her fingers together, placing them in the center of her chest. Trish placed her ear over Amy's mouth, had her hand under her chin and lightly on her nose, Ms. Roberts pushed into Amy's chest. "One and two and three and four and five..." she counted, Trish heard faint "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu..." as the air was being pushed out of Amy's body
"...twenty five and twenty six and twenty seven and twenty eight and twenty nine and thirty..." counted Ms. Roberts
"Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu..." exhaled Amy silently
"Breathe!" shouted Ms. Roberts
Trish pinched Amy's nose shut and sealed lips, out of the corner of her eye she could see the tanned fake breasts rise up inside the red lace bra with the air, then fall as she removed her mouth. Trish gave her another rescue breath feeling her air move into the Barbie clone causing her cheeks to puff up and her chest to rise and fall. "Dammit," said Ms. Roberts, "Trish, back up a bit for me please..." Trish did as she was told and it was starting to dawn on her that they might not be able to save Amy. Ms. Roberts placed an open palm in the center of Amy's breasts and pushed down so that her hand was on the chest bone, she made a fist with her other hand and brought it down hard on her hand. The concussion caused Amy's breasts to shake for about three seconds, Ms. Roberts made a fist again and slammed it on her hand again, Amy's breasts shook harder than before and her head swayed a bit but she still wasnt responding. Ms. Roberts leaned in and pinched Amy's nostrils shut, Trish watched as Ms. Roberts' full african american lips made a tight seal over Amy's own plump lips. She saw Ms. Roberts cheeks puff out the air at the same instant Amy's cheeks puffed up with the much needed oxygen, Amy's D-cup breasts rose up to the librarian's own C-cup breasts then fell.
Just as the girls were losing hope, Stan came through the door followed by two EMTs a man and an indian woman. The man was carrying a bag and the woman, though beautiful, looked like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. "Great," muttered the man, "another one..." the woman shot him a look and said "Lets hope these girls did a better job than the last time." The EMTs walked up to Amy's unconscious form, "We'll take it from here," said the male EMT, Ms. Roberts got off of the Barbie clone and carefully pulled back an in shock Trish. Librarian Roberts stood behind Trish with her arms wrapped around her, the two of them watched the EMTs work on Amy. The male kneeled down where Trish used to be and placed his bag down next to him. He took out a stethoscope, put it on and placed it over her right breast then her left and finally moved it over where her lungs would be. The EMT replaced the stethoscope, then grabbed Amy by her shoulders, he carefully turned her to her side and he undid the clasp of her bra. He brought her back down as gently as he could and removed her bra, he was taken aback at how large her breasts were, but only for an instant. The male EMT reached into his bag, sneaking a glimpse of her breasts here and there, and took out two small gel pads. The indian woman straddled Amy, placed her interlocked hands in the center of her chest and started compressions as her partner put a gel pad on her left side below her breast, she wasnt counting out loud.
Her partner took out a defib unit, took the cuff out and slipped it on Amy's arm, he turned on the machine letting out the flatlining tone that was the Barbie clone's heart. The machine beeped every time the young EMT pushed deep into Amy's chest causing her breasts to shake, done with the compressions, the male EMT slapped the last gel pad in the center of Amy's chest and grabbed an ambu bag. He placed it firmly over her nose and mouth, he squeezed at the bag causing her breasts and stomach to rise, he gave her three hits of air then backed up so his partner could continue compressions, "Charging at 200..." he said as he turned to the defib unit and adjusted a dial. The woman did fifty chest compressions, the man picked up the ambu bag and gave Amy a hit of air every ten compressions, the EKG showed no response. The man turned to the defib unit and the woman got off Amy and took a step back, he had the paddles in his hands, they hovered over the gel pads just like his eyes did over her breasts, "Clear" he said and brought them down. He pushed the buttons on the paddles and a thumping noise was heard as the defib shocked Amy, her upper body shuddered with the charge causing her breasts to jiggle and her legs to sway. The man looked at the straight line running across the EKG screen, he rubbed the paddles together and said, "Gonna shock her with 300...", the young indian woman looked down at her partner then at Amy. The charging whine stopped the second that her partner stopped rubbing the paddles together, he placed them on Amy's chest..."Clear!" Amy's body shuddered once more with the shock, causing her head to arch with her back, her breasts froze in midair for a second, then she flopped back down. "Do it again" said the woman as she got behind her partner and reached into the bag he brought, searching for something. He nodded his head and placed the paddles on the gel pads again causing Amy's big breasts to jiggle again, he hit the button and Amy got 300 joules straight to her heart. Her back arched half a foot and then she crashed down, the male EMT put the paddles back on the unit, placed his hands in the center of Amy's chest and started compressions, "Come on!" he shouted as he pushed his strong hands down deep into Amy's chest in a fast pace. "Found it!" said his partner as she held up a needle, the man quickly glanced her way without stopping his compressions, "forty five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty!" The woman was getting ready to plunge the needle in between Amy's massive breasts when her partner stopped her, "Wait" he said, "lets try to shock her one last time..." the woman nodded her approval and the man quickly turned to the defib unit grabbing the paddles in his strong hands.
Ms. Roberts was held Trish closer trying to stiffle a sob, Trish looked on as her fellow schoolmate was being resuscitated by the two profesionals.
The man vigurously rubbed the paddles together, "360...CLEAR!" he slammed the paddles on Amy's chest, shocking her. Her body shook violently with the jolt to her heart and stopped just as soon, the EKG was still flatlining, "Do it" he said. The woman leaned in and jammed the needle in between Amy's breasts, she struggled to push it deeper, then finally she pushed down on the plunger with her thumb rushing the medicine straight to her heart hoping it will revive her...BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP* "Come on..." whispered the female EMT as she took the needle out of Amy's chest, she looked at the unchanging EKG. "Dammit," said the EMT, "Dont you fucking die today, bitch!" she slammed Amy's face once and then backhanded her, the male was too stunned with shock and defeat to do anything. Amy still didnt respond, the female EMT slapped Amy in the center of the chest and started to vigurously massage the skin to get thee medicine working, "Come on, come on, come on!!" she said moving her hand faster and faster. Not able to take any more, Trish broke Ms. Roberts ' supportive grip and ran out of the library, not looking at the gawkers who finally came out to stare, not looking at Stan who was by the door, not looking back at all.
The door slammed shut and Amy's eyes shot open and started to cough violently, the female EMT was so shocked that she got knocked off to the side, Amy started to shake. The male EMT grabbed her by the shoulders and managed to keep eye contact with Amy, "Shhh, Shhh, Shhh...Its gonna be okay," he said, "youre going to be okay..." Amy was looking into the man's eyes through her tears, she coughed a bit and started to nod her head. Ms. Roberts knelt down to soothe the young girl, covering her breasts with her green hoodie. The male EMT nodded towards his partner who started to exit the library, heading for the ambulance to pick up a wheelchair for the blond and her big fake breasts. Once outside and in the corner of her eye, the EMT could see Trish and Greg hugging each other as if they were the only ones on earth, the only ones who mattered.
