Emishticklish
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Amie Zhao-Deng stared her Best Friend, Lillian (Lil-Anne) Nash, of eleven years in the face. The look on her gentle oriental features demanding 'Are you fucking serious?"
Lil-Anne giggled, and smacked her palm against the spaghetti strapped sleeve of her bewildered Companion.
"Rules are rules, Aims, and if you don't go through with this I win this round. AGAIN, and you know what THAT means...." She raised a perfectly arched blond brow, grinning with satisfaction when Amie smoothed the black velvet hugging her taut midsection. Nervously eyeing the Bar from their place at a small cherrywood round table near the dance floor. The two had been engaged in their Favorite Game; Betcha. After going back and forth between this, that and the other they decided to take matters elsewhere. Namely the Public, and what better place than a crowded club?
"Well. You going or what?" Lil-Anne flipped her perfect sun bleached hair out of her twinkling crystal blue eyes, biting a red lip in anticipation.
"I'm goin', i'm goin don't rush me!" Groaning her discomfort, Amie sauntered toward the Bar listening to her Friend's giggles follow the entire way.
"Errm....excuse me?" She tapped the first Patron in the way, a gruff looking Trucker, on the shoulder. He exhaled smoke and raunchy onion breath as a response. Amie about wanted to die.
"Can I get your opinion on something?"
When he still didn't aknowledge her, she turned toward Lil-Anne pleadingly. She motioned for her to continue, covering her mouth with sustained glee.
"Do you think my Ass could use...padding?" Burning with embarassment, she bent over and let it rip. Loud. Lil-anee broke out into hysterics, rushing to take Amie's small hand in her's and leading to the Exit.
"That. Was. PRICELESS!!"
"Humiliating is what I'd use...."
"Lies. You know you had fun!"
It had been three days later, and the two of them were recalling the Events to their Couple Friends, Jared and Miranda Narobi. Miranda scooched closer to Amie, who was hiding underneath her glossy curtain of waist length black hair. She'd always admired the Chinese Beauty's lean physic and youthful look. Standing at 5'5 barefoot, the 24 year old Femme Fatal would have been an easy Canidate for modeling had she a few more inches on her. Partial to her Artwork and Journalism, this hadn't affected Amie in the least. Aside from all that she couldn't see herself mixed in the world of superficialism and popularity 24/7. It wasn't her Scene. In comparison to Miranda, 5'0 and a bit on the heavy side, Jared often had a hard time keeping his wandring eyes on his Wife at times.
"I've got an idea for ya'll." Miranda drawled, settling undr the crook of Jared's arm. The three watched her devious smile intently.
"The easiest, most black and white bet in the book. There HAS to be a winner..."
"Tell us!" Lil-Anne prodded, excited. She loved a good challenge, and was used to having the Game by now...though she had to admit Amie was getting better anf better with the Experience.
"See who can withstand to be tickled longer. You know, have a time clock.....bondage. Safeword for the Quitter..." She seemed pleased with herself. Both Girls faltered.
"Err.....tickling?" Amie began.
"I'm really...SUPER ticklish...." Lil-Anne finished, uneasily.
"Well there ya go then!" Jared decided for them all, rising to grab a second Budlight.
-Part Two is on it's waaaaaay-
Lil-Anne giggled, and smacked her palm against the spaghetti strapped sleeve of her bewildered Companion.
"Rules are rules, Aims, and if you don't go through with this I win this round. AGAIN, and you know what THAT means...." She raised a perfectly arched blond brow, grinning with satisfaction when Amie smoothed the black velvet hugging her taut midsection. Nervously eyeing the Bar from their place at a small cherrywood round table near the dance floor. The two had been engaged in their Favorite Game; Betcha. After going back and forth between this, that and the other they decided to take matters elsewhere. Namely the Public, and what better place than a crowded club?
"Well. You going or what?" Lil-Anne flipped her perfect sun bleached hair out of her twinkling crystal blue eyes, biting a red lip in anticipation.
"I'm goin', i'm goin don't rush me!" Groaning her discomfort, Amie sauntered toward the Bar listening to her Friend's giggles follow the entire way.
"Errm....excuse me?" She tapped the first Patron in the way, a gruff looking Trucker, on the shoulder. He exhaled smoke and raunchy onion breath as a response. Amie about wanted to die.
"Can I get your opinion on something?"
When he still didn't aknowledge her, she turned toward Lil-Anne pleadingly. She motioned for her to continue, covering her mouth with sustained glee.
"Do you think my Ass could use...padding?" Burning with embarassment, she bent over and let it rip. Loud. Lil-anee broke out into hysterics, rushing to take Amie's small hand in her's and leading to the Exit.
"That. Was. PRICELESS!!"
"Humiliating is what I'd use...."
"Lies. You know you had fun!"
It had been three days later, and the two of them were recalling the Events to their Couple Friends, Jared and Miranda Narobi. Miranda scooched closer to Amie, who was hiding underneath her glossy curtain of waist length black hair. She'd always admired the Chinese Beauty's lean physic and youthful look. Standing at 5'5 barefoot, the 24 year old Femme Fatal would have been an easy Canidate for modeling had she a few more inches on her. Partial to her Artwork and Journalism, this hadn't affected Amie in the least. Aside from all that she couldn't see herself mixed in the world of superficialism and popularity 24/7. It wasn't her Scene. In comparison to Miranda, 5'0 and a bit on the heavy side, Jared often had a hard time keeping his wandring eyes on his Wife at times.
"I've got an idea for ya'll." Miranda drawled, settling undr the crook of Jared's arm. The three watched her devious smile intently.
"The easiest, most black and white bet in the book. There HAS to be a winner..."
"Tell us!" Lil-Anne prodded, excited. She loved a good challenge, and was used to having the Game by now...though she had to admit Amie was getting better anf better with the Experience.
"See who can withstand to be tickled longer. You know, have a time clock.....bondage. Safeword for the Quitter..." She seemed pleased with herself. Both Girls faltered.
"Err.....tickling?" Amie began.
"I'm really...SUPER ticklish...." Lil-Anne finished, uneasily.
"Well there ya go then!" Jared decided for them all, rising to grab a second Budlight.
-Part Two is on it's waaaaaay-
