BayernBeatdown
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This is my first attempt at a story after wanting to for a long time. I should warn you it's rather lengthy and doesn't have any tickling, yet, but I think it'll be worth the investment. If there's interest I'll work on Part 2.
Sometimes, people do incredibly stupid things for money.
The reasons can either be noble, or of the frivolous variety. Unfortunately, what got me into this predicament was the latter.
I know you're asking all kinds of questions so before I go anything further, let me set the stage as it were.
My name is Kenzie, a 20-something office worker who just went on with her life as easy as you like until I saw something I just had to have. A diamond encrusted necklace which I thought would, how do you say, accentuate my rather curvaceous figure and ample neckline.
It's that damned necklace which got me into a whole heap of trouble.
I was in the jewelry store merely window-shopping when the necklace seemingly called to me. It was exquisite. That was until I saw the price tag, $10,000. While I make an alright salary, I couldn't justify spending more on one piece of jewelry than I spent on my first car.
As anyone who has been shopping and swarmed by sales people knows, they'll do anything to close the deal. Only in this case, I had no idea just how far.
Just as I was on my way out the door, a young woman about the same age as me walked up.
“Hi, I couldn't help notice you admiring our best diamond necklace over there,” said the voluptuous Hispanic woman. “My names Nadia, is there anything I can do to help you leave home with it?”
Looking over Nadia, I get the impression she's used to using her killer looks to close a few deals, both in the store and out, as she began to almost involuntarily twirl her jet-black hair.
“Outside of knocking a few thousand off the price I really don't see that happening,” I said politely, not trying to be rude but knowing it simply wasn't in my price range.
“If the price is the issue, we have an excellent financing program. You'd be surprised some of the items people have been able to enjoy they thought were only for their dreams,” Nadia said.
I decided to not waste either of our time and just end this right now.
“I'm sorry, Nadia did you say, but I simply can't justify this kind of purchase whether it's financed for not,” I said as I was turning to walk out the door.
“I understand that,” Nadia said with a tinge of sadness in her tone. “You've looked this long, why not at least try it on so you can say you did that much.”
I thought want was the harm, I could see how it looks. Take a picture and if nothing else get a great profile pic for later on.
This is where things began to take a turn for the worst. I only wish I'd known how devilish Nadia was I'd never have walked into that store.
I began to pull back my shoulder-length brown hair so Nadia could fasten the necklace. What I didn't see, was her slightly breaking the clasp which loosened the chain setting the next series of events into motion.
I looked how breathtaking it looked on me, diving down into my bosom to how it complimented my light blue blouse I had worn to work that day.
“See, doesn't that look gorgeous,” Nadia exclaimed, with an evil twinkle in her eye I wish I'd have recognized sooner. It wouldn't be the last I'd see that twinkle either.
I admitted it did look stunning, but again it simply was out of my price range. I expected Nadia to grab the necklace from me, but she said she didn't want to snag my hair and I can do it myself if I liked. Not seeing anything amiss, I reached to unhook the clasp when all of a sudden it broke.
Before I knew what was happening, dozens of priceless pearls were smashing to the floor only to shatter upon impact. I was mortified, and nervous as hell because I clearly saw a “you break it, you buy it” sign as I entered.
“Oh my God, what did you do,” Nadia screamed as she saw the desired outcome of her subtle sabotage. “I have to tell my manager what happened right away.”
Knowing my goose was cooked, I thought of every excuse imaginable to defend my innocence.
“I'm so sorry,” I said with genuine remorse. “I have no idea what happened, it just snapped in my fingers.”
“Well the damage is done, all that's left is for you to decide, cash or charge,” Nadia said with little of the warmth she had expressed mere moments earlier.
“I don't know what to say, as I told you earlier I don't have that kind of money,” I pleaded to the salesclerk.
“Well, that's not my problem,” exclaimed Nadia.
Just when I thought I was done for, the fiery Latina began to look me over. Almost like a hunter eyeing up a trophy kill.
“There is a way for you to make some serious cash in a hurry, but it's a little unorthodox,” Nadia said.
“I don't care. I need to try something, anything, at this point,” I told Nadia with frantic worry in my voice.
We exchanged contact info and I walked out of the shop, with a bill for $10,000 due in 30 days and a card for a strange bar called the Chuckle Hut. I figured it was just some stupid comedy club that I could make some extra money waitressing at.
Oh, how I wish it would have been that easy.
The next night after work, I headed to the club around 9 p.m. in a rather revealing top which displayed my DDD's rather nicely. I figured what better way to get big tips than using what I had.
When I arrived at the Chuckle Hut, it was nothing like I'd imagined. Instead of the stage I was expecting, was a giant wrestling ring. There was a long bar, much to my relief, with several patrons milling about. What caught me off guard though was upon closer examination, everyone in the club was female.
I was too stupid to realize a wrestling ring in a room full of women didn't bode well for me.
After gathering my bearings, I walked up to the bar and asked for Amanda, the name on the back of the card Nadia had given me at the jewelry store.
I asked around and finally was pointed in the direction of Amanda, who I learned was the owner of the club. I noticed straight away, she was dressed to get attention. Wearing a black halter top and, while smaller than mine or Nadia's, still a rather ample chest.
“Hi, you must be Kenzie,” Amanda said with a mischievous smile not unlike Nadia's. “I was told you'll be joining us tonight.”
“Yes, I am. I'm just a little unsure as to what tonight is,” I said nervously.
“Oh, Nadia didn't explain our little tournament?” the owner said surprised.
“No, I was just told to come here tonight and that I could make some fast money,” I said.
There was a look of carnal glee in her eyes as she said, “Oh, my dear you definitely can make some quick cash. It just hinges on one question. Are you ticklish?”
My mouth almost dropped to the floor. I was deathly ticklish but not sure where this was leading.
“I am ticklish, w-w-why do you ask?”
“Our tournament is a tickle competition. You'll have to engage in a tickle fight with several other entrants in order to win the grand prize of $20,000. It's winner take all, so if you fail to win you'll take home not one red cent,” Amanda said, knowing her club rakes in over $100,000 in ticket prices alone for the weekend event. “Are you in?”
I thought it through really hard, knowing my chances might not be that great but the thought of paying 10K for a broken necklace wasn't that thrilling of an alternative.
“I'm in.”
To be continued......
Sometimes, people do incredibly stupid things for money.
The reasons can either be noble, or of the frivolous variety. Unfortunately, what got me into this predicament was the latter.
I know you're asking all kinds of questions so before I go anything further, let me set the stage as it were.
My name is Kenzie, a 20-something office worker who just went on with her life as easy as you like until I saw something I just had to have. A diamond encrusted necklace which I thought would, how do you say, accentuate my rather curvaceous figure and ample neckline.
It's that damned necklace which got me into a whole heap of trouble.
I was in the jewelry store merely window-shopping when the necklace seemingly called to me. It was exquisite. That was until I saw the price tag, $10,000. While I make an alright salary, I couldn't justify spending more on one piece of jewelry than I spent on my first car.
As anyone who has been shopping and swarmed by sales people knows, they'll do anything to close the deal. Only in this case, I had no idea just how far.
Just as I was on my way out the door, a young woman about the same age as me walked up.
“Hi, I couldn't help notice you admiring our best diamond necklace over there,” said the voluptuous Hispanic woman. “My names Nadia, is there anything I can do to help you leave home with it?”
Looking over Nadia, I get the impression she's used to using her killer looks to close a few deals, both in the store and out, as she began to almost involuntarily twirl her jet-black hair.
“Outside of knocking a few thousand off the price I really don't see that happening,” I said politely, not trying to be rude but knowing it simply wasn't in my price range.
“If the price is the issue, we have an excellent financing program. You'd be surprised some of the items people have been able to enjoy they thought were only for their dreams,” Nadia said.
I decided to not waste either of our time and just end this right now.
“I'm sorry, Nadia did you say, but I simply can't justify this kind of purchase whether it's financed for not,” I said as I was turning to walk out the door.
“I understand that,” Nadia said with a tinge of sadness in her tone. “You've looked this long, why not at least try it on so you can say you did that much.”
I thought want was the harm, I could see how it looks. Take a picture and if nothing else get a great profile pic for later on.
This is where things began to take a turn for the worst. I only wish I'd known how devilish Nadia was I'd never have walked into that store.
I began to pull back my shoulder-length brown hair so Nadia could fasten the necklace. What I didn't see, was her slightly breaking the clasp which loosened the chain setting the next series of events into motion.
I looked how breathtaking it looked on me, diving down into my bosom to how it complimented my light blue blouse I had worn to work that day.
“See, doesn't that look gorgeous,” Nadia exclaimed, with an evil twinkle in her eye I wish I'd have recognized sooner. It wouldn't be the last I'd see that twinkle either.
I admitted it did look stunning, but again it simply was out of my price range. I expected Nadia to grab the necklace from me, but she said she didn't want to snag my hair and I can do it myself if I liked. Not seeing anything amiss, I reached to unhook the clasp when all of a sudden it broke.
Before I knew what was happening, dozens of priceless pearls were smashing to the floor only to shatter upon impact. I was mortified, and nervous as hell because I clearly saw a “you break it, you buy it” sign as I entered.
“Oh my God, what did you do,” Nadia screamed as she saw the desired outcome of her subtle sabotage. “I have to tell my manager what happened right away.”
Knowing my goose was cooked, I thought of every excuse imaginable to defend my innocence.
“I'm so sorry,” I said with genuine remorse. “I have no idea what happened, it just snapped in my fingers.”
“Well the damage is done, all that's left is for you to decide, cash or charge,” Nadia said with little of the warmth she had expressed mere moments earlier.
“I don't know what to say, as I told you earlier I don't have that kind of money,” I pleaded to the salesclerk.
“Well, that's not my problem,” exclaimed Nadia.
Just when I thought I was done for, the fiery Latina began to look me over. Almost like a hunter eyeing up a trophy kill.
“There is a way for you to make some serious cash in a hurry, but it's a little unorthodox,” Nadia said.
“I don't care. I need to try something, anything, at this point,” I told Nadia with frantic worry in my voice.
We exchanged contact info and I walked out of the shop, with a bill for $10,000 due in 30 days and a card for a strange bar called the Chuckle Hut. I figured it was just some stupid comedy club that I could make some extra money waitressing at.
Oh, how I wish it would have been that easy.
The next night after work, I headed to the club around 9 p.m. in a rather revealing top which displayed my DDD's rather nicely. I figured what better way to get big tips than using what I had.
When I arrived at the Chuckle Hut, it was nothing like I'd imagined. Instead of the stage I was expecting, was a giant wrestling ring. There was a long bar, much to my relief, with several patrons milling about. What caught me off guard though was upon closer examination, everyone in the club was female.
I was too stupid to realize a wrestling ring in a room full of women didn't bode well for me.
After gathering my bearings, I walked up to the bar and asked for Amanda, the name on the back of the card Nadia had given me at the jewelry store.
I asked around and finally was pointed in the direction of Amanda, who I learned was the owner of the club. I noticed straight away, she was dressed to get attention. Wearing a black halter top and, while smaller than mine or Nadia's, still a rather ample chest.
“Hi, you must be Kenzie,” Amanda said with a mischievous smile not unlike Nadia's. “I was told you'll be joining us tonight.”
“Yes, I am. I'm just a little unsure as to what tonight is,” I said nervously.
“Oh, Nadia didn't explain our little tournament?” the owner said surprised.
“No, I was just told to come here tonight and that I could make some fast money,” I said.
There was a look of carnal glee in her eyes as she said, “Oh, my dear you definitely can make some quick cash. It just hinges on one question. Are you ticklish?”
My mouth almost dropped to the floor. I was deathly ticklish but not sure where this was leading.
“I am ticklish, w-w-why do you ask?”
“Our tournament is a tickle competition. You'll have to engage in a tickle fight with several other entrants in order to win the grand prize of $20,000. It's winner take all, so if you fail to win you'll take home not one red cent,” Amanda said, knowing her club rakes in over $100,000 in ticket prices alone for the weekend event. “Are you in?”
I thought it through really hard, knowing my chances might not be that great but the thought of paying 10K for a broken necklace wasn't that thrilling of an alternative.
“I'm in.”
To be continued......