Despite the team's fine play, and a slight increase in attendance, the Good Guys remained in deep financial trouble. Most of the major players contracts were expiring at season's end, and management didnt know if they could afford to keep everyone together. Part of the problem was the fact that the island and the team were so dependent on tourism, which that year had been terrible due to an ongoing United States recession. The team had already taken salary cuts for that year, and knew they could make more money in any other city. Yet, they loved Paradise Island, the fans, and the atmosphere, so most of them decided to stay, even if it meant getting offseason consulting jobs or autograph sessions to supplement lower incomes. The team just couldnt stand not to be together, with their close knit family like feelings. They saw how the Atlanta Braves, a team that had been so successful for more than a decade, were positively bloodletted over the course of two straight winters by a cheap corporate ownership that didnt care any more. In Paradise, they already earned lower salaries than the rest of baseball, more on 1980s levels than 21st century. Their ownership tried to pay the best salaries they could, but were simply hamstrung by a tight budget due to lower profits from poor tourism.
In the meantime, through all this financial bleakness, the team sucked in their guts,and just went about the business of playing the best ball they could every day to entertain their fans. They began a nine game homestand in early August with a Friday night win over San Diego. While the park held 50,000, attendance was holding steady at around 20,000 weeknights, 25,000 on Fridays, around 30,000 on Saturdays, with maybe as many as 35,000 on Sundays. On the first Saturday night of the homestand, the team posted a come from behind win over the Padres, featuring a 7th inning homer by Mitch,and stellar pitching from Alicia Silverstone, Mandy Moore, and Naomi.
At the Saturday night party that week, there was an unusual special guest. Her name was Carrie, and she worked at one of the clubs the Good Guys frequented. The unusual thing was that she was a dom, and usually tickled the daylights out of her "victims" both male and female. As an experiment, and to be a good sport, she agreed to be the team's tickle victim for the evening, even though she hadnt been tickled in forever, and really had no idea how she would react. The blonde haired beauty was tied hands and feet to the bed, naked. Then, she became indignant, taunting, and insisted whoever tickled her couldnt break her and get a reaction. At that point, a pinch hitter, Tom, and one of the cruelest ticklers on the team, was given the task of dealing with this obstinate dom. He began the tickle on Carrie's neck with fingers as she started to giggle a bit and writhe around: Heehehehehehehehe! NO! Mapping Carrie's body, Tom moved down, tickling her under both arms and in her ribs as she thrashed at her rerstraints, the tickling beginning to really have an effect: Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe! NO! NO! Then, Tom tickled her on her inner thighs, causing her to buck. Lastly, Tom worked his way down to Carrie's pretty feet. He tickled her feet with fingers over the soles and under and around the toes, then proceeded to use feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush over Carrie's soles and under her toes. This drove Carrie beserk, and she finally let loose with her ticklishness. Flexing, pointing, and wiggling her toes every which way, she let out shrieks of hysteria, overcome by the tickling she was receiving, and begging for the merciless tickling to end. Eeeeeek! Ahhhhh! Hehehahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I give up! Oh my God ! I never realized how ticklish Iam! Please stop! Eeeeeeeek! Heheehahahahahahahaha! NO! I cant take it! Eeeeeeek! Finally, after Tom was satisfied that Carrie had received the tickling of her life, he stopped and let her rest. Carrie had never been tickled like that before, and now she realized the torture she usually inflicted on others. The tickling had brought Carrie to a major orgasm, and she was exhausted on the bed. She was untied, and got dressed. It didnt seem that she would be inflicting her dom ways on this team, because they had the manpower to repay her for her tickling escapades.
The following day, one of the biggest crowds of the year, a total of close to 40,000, saw the team complete the sweep of the Padres with 7 strong innings from Kate Hudson, another Mitch homerun, and another save from Naomi. Things were looking up, but would the team be able to overcome for the ultimate prize that year. Stay tuned in the continuing story of the Tickle Team from Paradise Island.
The End
In the meantime, through all this financial bleakness, the team sucked in their guts,and just went about the business of playing the best ball they could every day to entertain their fans. They began a nine game homestand in early August with a Friday night win over San Diego. While the park held 50,000, attendance was holding steady at around 20,000 weeknights, 25,000 on Fridays, around 30,000 on Saturdays, with maybe as many as 35,000 on Sundays. On the first Saturday night of the homestand, the team posted a come from behind win over the Padres, featuring a 7th inning homer by Mitch,and stellar pitching from Alicia Silverstone, Mandy Moore, and Naomi.
At the Saturday night party that week, there was an unusual special guest. Her name was Carrie, and she worked at one of the clubs the Good Guys frequented. The unusual thing was that she was a dom, and usually tickled the daylights out of her "victims" both male and female. As an experiment, and to be a good sport, she agreed to be the team's tickle victim for the evening, even though she hadnt been tickled in forever, and really had no idea how she would react. The blonde haired beauty was tied hands and feet to the bed, naked. Then, she became indignant, taunting, and insisted whoever tickled her couldnt break her and get a reaction. At that point, a pinch hitter, Tom, and one of the cruelest ticklers on the team, was given the task of dealing with this obstinate dom. He began the tickle on Carrie's neck with fingers as she started to giggle a bit and writhe around: Heehehehehehehehe! NO! Mapping Carrie's body, Tom moved down, tickling her under both arms and in her ribs as she thrashed at her rerstraints, the tickling beginning to really have an effect: Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe! NO! NO! Then, Tom tickled her on her inner thighs, causing her to buck. Lastly, Tom worked his way down to Carrie's pretty feet. He tickled her feet with fingers over the soles and under and around the toes, then proceeded to use feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush over Carrie's soles and under her toes. This drove Carrie beserk, and she finally let loose with her ticklishness. Flexing, pointing, and wiggling her toes every which way, she let out shrieks of hysteria, overcome by the tickling she was receiving, and begging for the merciless tickling to end. Eeeeeek! Ahhhhh! Hehehahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I give up! Oh my God ! I never realized how ticklish Iam! Please stop! Eeeeeeeek! Heheehahahahahahahaha! NO! I cant take it! Eeeeeeek! Finally, after Tom was satisfied that Carrie had received the tickling of her life, he stopped and let her rest. Carrie had never been tickled like that before, and now she realized the torture she usually inflicted on others. The tickling had brought Carrie to a major orgasm, and she was exhausted on the bed. She was untied, and got dressed. It didnt seem that she would be inflicting her dom ways on this team, because they had the manpower to repay her for her tickling escapades.
The following day, one of the biggest crowds of the year, a total of close to 40,000, saw the team complete the sweep of the Padres with 7 strong innings from Kate Hudson, another Mitch homerun, and another save from Naomi. Things were looking up, but would the team be able to overcome for the ultimate prize that year. Stay tuned in the continuing story of the Tickle Team from Paradise Island.
The End
