The Good Guys spent the winter basking in the glory of their improbable championship. Banquets, endorsements, press appearances, and many other good things came their way. The team also needed time to rest and heal, as they had finished the World Series in less than perfect physical health. In addition to the events surrounding their championship, they also spent time making PR appearances for their other primary interest, the fetish club. Due to their significant investment in the club, the owners of the establishment would have members of the team there as often as possible to attract customers. This scenario was beginning to attract negative attention in not only the Paradise and Nassau papers, but also in the United States ones as well. The baseball commissioner was taking a lot of heat from owners of other teams for allowing the World Champions, already known for their fetish of tickling, to participate as primary owners of adult fetish clubs. As a result, the commissioner tried to arrange a meeting with both the Good Guys owner and Lee Sniderman. The commissioner felt it was bad PR for baseball to have World Champions who were as well known for their fetishes as they were for playing baseball. The team owner stood behind his players, knowing it was the tickle fetish and all that surrounded it that was a large part of the reason why the team had such success on the field. The commissioner was upset by the negative publicity, and threatened to fine the team if they didnt tone down the PR of the tickle club. The owner was incredulous:"Fine me whatever you want, if this helps us be successful on the field, I dont give a rat's ass about your fine. I'll pay any fine if the thing you're fining me for helps my team succeed" The owner said. Finally, the commissioner levied a 1 million dollar fine on the team for "Actions detrimental to the good of the game of baseball". The players, upon finding this out, held a meeting and decided to help the owner pay the fine, since it was their off field actions that got him and the team into trouble in the first place.
The negative publicity surrounding the fetish club issue dogged the team all winter. They tried to remain unfazed, treating the extablishment as a side business. However, it was inevitable that the distraction would take its toll. When spring training arrived, the team had an indifferent preseason, playing below 500 in the exhibition games. A crowd of 50,000 greeted them on opening day in Paradise for their game against Atlanta. After the World championship flag was raised, and rings were given out, the team took the field for the start of the new season. Things were far from rosy for the team on opening day, as Kate Hudson was hit hard by the Braves, and the Good Guys bats had not seemed to warm up yet, as the team took a lethargic looking 5-2 loss. The Good Guys rallied in the season's second game, beating the Braves 6-3. A third game win over Atlanta was followed by the team winning two of three against the Mets, and then splitting four games with Philadelphia. No one seemed terribly worried about the 500 start, as the previous year they had been at 500 in late summer, and rallied to win the title. It was early yet.
In the meantime, there was a change in the rules that year. The hotel which had catered to the team for so many years, was becoming
concerned about the negative PR for allowing the Good Guys tickle parties every Saturday night. Since guests who were not part of the fetish community stayed there, the hotel was worried that with the story in the media, it would no longer look good for the team to just show up every Saturday, prance around the hotel eating, drinking and gambling, and then retire upstairs for an all night tickle party. Hotel management tried to convince the team to hold at least some of their tickle parties at the fetish club, instead of in rooms at the hotel. The team was incredulous, feeling slapped in the face after all the years. The Good Guys had done many promotions to help the hotel's PR, and now felt as if they had been used. As a result, with another brand new casino on Cable Beach, about a 20 minute drive from Paradise, the team decided to patronize their hotel instead. "If we could move the ballpark to Cable Beach, we would. We feel unappreciated by this hotel and this company, after all we have done for this island" Mitch said, speaking for the team. Mitch and Naomi still loved Cafe Martinique, the Paradise hotel's world famous french restrurant, and would still eat there when they wished, but beyond that, damage had been done to the relationship between the team and the hotel, who would also lose thousands a month in gaming revenue from the team, not a smart business move. The hotel had made a PR point, but would suffer for it financially,essentially cutting off its nose to spite its face.
In the meantime, with the fetish club thriving, the team gathered there for its first tickle party of the year. The featured lee, was, oddly enough, the team's male owner, who, in his early 40s, had GQ looks and was very desirable to women. After a couple of drinks, he went to a back room with members of the team and a couple of the club's dancers, where he was tied hands and feet to the bed after stripping to his boxers. Naomi began the tickle on the owner's neck with fingers as the laughter began and he started to writhe around. Hahahahhahahaa! NO! Then, working her way down his shapely body, Naomi tickled the owner on his sides and underarms as more laughter erupted from him: Hahahahahahahahahahaa! NO! Moving down, Naomi tickled the team owner on his inner thighs, causing his legs to buck. Finally, Naomi and Mandy positioned themselves at the owner's feet. They attacked his bare feet and toes, first with fingers, and then with feathers, ice and an electric vibrating massager on his soles and over his toes. The owner went nuts, moving his toes every which way as he howled with laughter, begging the tickle to stop:Hahaahahahahahahahahaahaa! Okay! No more! I give! Hahahahahahaha! Knowing this was the man who signed their paychecks, the ticklers quickly stopped.
The season had begun under a cloud of controversial issues off the field. Hopefully, they would be resolved and the team could return to normalcy and focus on playing baseball. What would happen next? Stay tuned for the continuing story of the Tickle Team from Paradise Island.
The end
The negative publicity surrounding the fetish club issue dogged the team all winter. They tried to remain unfazed, treating the extablishment as a side business. However, it was inevitable that the distraction would take its toll. When spring training arrived, the team had an indifferent preseason, playing below 500 in the exhibition games. A crowd of 50,000 greeted them on opening day in Paradise for their game against Atlanta. After the World championship flag was raised, and rings were given out, the team took the field for the start of the new season. Things were far from rosy for the team on opening day, as Kate Hudson was hit hard by the Braves, and the Good Guys bats had not seemed to warm up yet, as the team took a lethargic looking 5-2 loss. The Good Guys rallied in the season's second game, beating the Braves 6-3. A third game win over Atlanta was followed by the team winning two of three against the Mets, and then splitting four games with Philadelphia. No one seemed terribly worried about the 500 start, as the previous year they had been at 500 in late summer, and rallied to win the title. It was early yet.
In the meantime, there was a change in the rules that year. The hotel which had catered to the team for so many years, was becoming
concerned about the negative PR for allowing the Good Guys tickle parties every Saturday night. Since guests who were not part of the fetish community stayed there, the hotel was worried that with the story in the media, it would no longer look good for the team to just show up every Saturday, prance around the hotel eating, drinking and gambling, and then retire upstairs for an all night tickle party. Hotel management tried to convince the team to hold at least some of their tickle parties at the fetish club, instead of in rooms at the hotel. The team was incredulous, feeling slapped in the face after all the years. The Good Guys had done many promotions to help the hotel's PR, and now felt as if they had been used. As a result, with another brand new casino on Cable Beach, about a 20 minute drive from Paradise, the team decided to patronize their hotel instead. "If we could move the ballpark to Cable Beach, we would. We feel unappreciated by this hotel and this company, after all we have done for this island" Mitch said, speaking for the team. Mitch and Naomi still loved Cafe Martinique, the Paradise hotel's world famous french restrurant, and would still eat there when they wished, but beyond that, damage had been done to the relationship between the team and the hotel, who would also lose thousands a month in gaming revenue from the team, not a smart business move. The hotel had made a PR point, but would suffer for it financially,essentially cutting off its nose to spite its face.
In the meantime, with the fetish club thriving, the team gathered there for its first tickle party of the year. The featured lee, was, oddly enough, the team's male owner, who, in his early 40s, had GQ looks and was very desirable to women. After a couple of drinks, he went to a back room with members of the team and a couple of the club's dancers, where he was tied hands and feet to the bed after stripping to his boxers. Naomi began the tickle on the owner's neck with fingers as the laughter began and he started to writhe around. Hahahahhahahaa! NO! Then, working her way down his shapely body, Naomi tickled the owner on his sides and underarms as more laughter erupted from him: Hahahahahahahahahahaa! NO! Moving down, Naomi tickled the team owner on his inner thighs, causing his legs to buck. Finally, Naomi and Mandy positioned themselves at the owner's feet. They attacked his bare feet and toes, first with fingers, and then with feathers, ice and an electric vibrating massager on his soles and over his toes. The owner went nuts, moving his toes every which way as he howled with laughter, begging the tickle to stop:Hahaahahahahahahahahaahaa! Okay! No more! I give! Hahahahahahaha! Knowing this was the man who signed their paychecks, the ticklers quickly stopped.
The season had begun under a cloud of controversial issues off the field. Hopefully, they would be resolved and the team could return to normalcy and focus on playing baseball. What would happen next? Stay tuned for the continuing story of the Tickle Team from Paradise Island.
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