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Tickle Street Chapter 34 – “Ringer”

Strelnikov

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By Strelnikov
Copyright 2005 by the author


Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)

Tiffany Kilpatrick
Tiffany is 18, medium height, with a Rubenesque figure, fair skin, shoulder-length light brown hair, and bright blue eyes. She discovered years ago that she enjoys making her best friend Lindsey Thomas laugh. She was always an “opportunity” tickler, careful not to tickle Lindsey too often, or too much. But ever since a certain Saturday night at Lindsey’s lake cottage, she makes her own opportunities – as often as possible.

Lindsey Thomas
Lindsey is a tiny girl, almost 19, who stands 4 ft 11 in tall in her bare feet and weighs 87 lb soaking wet. She has a cute shape, curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Her feet are off-the-scale ticklish, and it seems that it’s gotten worse since an odd incident last Christmas. Of course, her best friend Tiffany takes full advantage...

Meghan Meyer
The tiniest girl on Tickle Street, just turned 19 yrs old, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and freckled fair skin. She and Lindsey are exactly the same size, right down to their shoes. Until she turned 18, she never knew that she had a nack for tickling. But over the past year, she became an enthusiast. For Meghan, Tickle Street is a target-rich environment, with plenty of opportunities to hone her skill.

Brittany Righetti
Brittany is 18, almost 19, and has lived on Tickle Street all her life. She has long dark hair and brown eyes, a beautiful Italian face and features, curves in all the right places. She has a bit of an attitude, but her family and friends learned long ago that they can tickle it right out of her – which they do, at every opportunity.

Joanna Shaw
Joanna is Brittany’s cousin – their mothers are sisters. She has lived on Tickle Street all of her life, and she has always been the perfect female athlete. She’s extremely fit and very attractive, with blue eyes, dark brown hair cut in a page bob, and freckled fair skin. She sees her ticklishness as a great weakness, and prefers to do unto others before they can do unto her.

Alex Budanov
She still thinks of herself as Aleksandra Budanova – she was 15 yrs old when her family left Russia to come to America. She has just finished her Freshman year at Commonwealth University in New England. Alex is new to Tickle Street. Long, silvery blonde hair, dark blue eyes, fair skin with a fit body and buxom figure. She thinks it’s fun to be tickled – it gives her an excuse to retaliate.

Sadistic Siblings…
Jamie Shaw is quite the little imp, 13 yrs old, who loves to sneak up on her older sister and tickle her. Like Joanna, she has dark brown hair, blue eyes and freckles. Jenny Budanov is 16 yrs old, blonde and blue eyed, a younger version of Alex. Katie Budanov is the youngest, age 13. She’ll look like Alex and Jenny when she fills out a little more.

And let’s not forget the Usual Suspects...



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Tiffany Kilpatrick drove her red Italian roadster the way it was meant to be driven – top down, wide open, with verve and gusto. It was a Fiat 124, over 30 yrs old, a rust-free Southern car that her father had lovingly restored. She drove it with the seat forward for better leverage on the steering wheel. Her best friend Lindsey Thomas had kidded her about it – she called it the “Italian Trailways” driving position.

Tiffany was 18 – the car had been her birthday present. This coming fall, she would be a Senior at Tieson City High School. She was a pretty girl, medium height, with a Rubenesque figure, fair skin, shoulder-length light brown hair and bright blue eyes.

Lindsey had the shotgun seat. She was a tiny girl, not even 5 ft tall, who weighed maybe 90 lb soaking wet. Lindsey had curves in all the right places, curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She worked with Tiffany at Mrs. Kilpatrick’s toy store, had for years. She had graduated from TCHS at the beginning of summer, and would be going away to State University this fall.

Tiffany had a passenger in the “back seat”, which was really not much more than an upholstered shelf for a bowling ball. It was a tight squeeze, but fortunately their new friend Meghan Meyer was built like Lindsey – the two girls were exactly the same size, right down to their shoes. Meghan was a strawberry blonde with blue eyes and freckled fair skin. She had graduated with Lindsey, and was planning to attend Tieson City College, a small liberal-arts school on the edge of town. She worked at the store too – that’s how she had met the others.

Tiffany downshifted, cornered hard and heard a yelp of protest from the back. She accelerated away and blasted the horn at a dog crossing the road. The horn was one of the car’s better features – dual tuned air horns, loud and brassy. A Cadillac horn says “Get out of my way, peasant!” This one had attitude – it was the auditory equivalent of flipping someone off.

Tiffany made another hard turn into the TCC student lot. She parked in the back, as far as possible from everyone else, to avoid door dings. “End of the line!” she said.

“Does this car have any other speeds than go like hell and full stop?” Meghan asked. She uncurled from the back and climbed over the side. She had considerately taken off her sandals so as not to scratch the paintwork – she reached back inside to get them.

“Nope,” Lindsey said. “I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten, like, a zillion tickets.”

Tiffany made a rude noise. “Help me put the top up, you two,” she said.

Every summer, the college hosted a community arts-and-crafts fair. There were other attractions too – live music; dance demos and suchlike; vendors that sold fair-foods like cotton candy, Polish sausage and funnel cakes; a climbing wall; an inflatable “moon-walk” and similar things for the little kids. The girls had dressed for it in matching t-shirts that advertised the toy store, jeans shorts and sandals.

The girls picked up programs at the donation table and headed toward the quad in the middle of the campus. They browsed the stalls, mostly big tarps spread over 2 x 4 frames. Most sold mediocre artwork, trinkets, leatherwork and so forth, but some were run by organizations trolling for new members. The Society for Creative Anachronism or SCA, medieval reenactors, had a striped canvas pavilion. The people in it wore Renaissance velvet or Dark Ages woolens. It didn’t help that most of them could stand to lose at least 50 lb – it looked like they were about to wilt in the summer heat.

The crowd was pretty big. Meghan spotted two of her neighbors, cousins Brittany Righetti and Joanna Shaw. Tiffany knew them both – they had been a year ahead of her at TCHS, had graduated with Meghan and Lindsey. Both had dark hair and brows and long, dark lashes. Brittany wore her hair long – she had brown eyes and a life guard tan. Joanna’s hair was cut in a page bob – she took after the Irish side of her family, with freckled fair skin and blue eyes. They wore flip-flops, gym shorts and t-shirts – Brittany’s shirt was black with a white Jolly Roger, Joanna’s was blue with a yellow-and-red Supergirl “S”. They were fit-looking, with Rubenesque figures, and looked enough alike to be sisters.

The three girls moved on. Tiffany consulted the program and checked her watch. There was supposed to be a karate demo in a few minutes. Tiffany was fighting the Battle of the Bulge, but exercising in a gym was sooo boring! She was considering martial arts training instead, so they headed that way.

There was a section of bleachers set up, with a roped-off area in front. The SCA types were on one side, packing up – they had just finished beating each other with wooden swords, a demo (sort of) of medieval combat. The bleachers were filling up again, but Meghan spotted some vacant space on the ground in front, and recognized the people sitting nearby – more neighbors, sisters Alex, Jenny and Katie Budanov and Joanna’s sister Jamie.

Meghan had told her new friends about Alex – she and two other neighbors had ganged up on the girl the day she moved in and tickled her silly. Alex hadn’t gotten mad, she had gotten even, and with compound interest. That sort of thing was common enough on Tickle Street – neither girl held a grudge over it.

Alex had just finished her Freshman year at Commonwealth University. Her family had moved from Brighton Beach, New York City’s Russian immigrant neighborhood, at the beginning of summer. She was a Slavic beauty with long, silvery blonde hair, dark blue eyes and fair skin, with a fit body and buxom figure. She wore a navy-and-white Moscow Dynamo soccer jersey and blue gym shorts. She was barefoot – she had taken off her backless sneakers when she sat down.

Jenny Budanov was 16 yrs old, blonde and blue eyed, a younger version of Alex. She wore a white “I (heart) NY” t-shirt and tan cargo shorts – like Alex, she had kicked off her shoes. Katie Budanov was the youngest, age 13 – she would look like Alex and Jenny when she filled out a little more. Her friend Jamie Shaw was the same age – like her sister Joanna, Jamie had dark brown hair, blue eyes and freckles. The younger girls were barefoot too, and wore white gi with orange obi belts – they would be part of the karate demo in a few minutes.

Meghan made the introductions. Tiffany and her friends stepped out of their sandals and sat down with the others. Alex’s English was fluent but Russian-accented – she had been 15 yrs old when her family came to America. Her younger sisters were as American as cheese-danish and deli sandwiches – they spoke Brooklyn.

Alex flopped down on her tummy, idly kicking her feet in the air. That was a mistake – Brittany pounced, sat on Alex facing aft and grabbed a foot. Joanna grabbed the other foot, sat and trapped the ankle in a leg lock.

“Otstan! Ne schekochi– Hehehe!” Alex giggled and begged. “HAHAHAHAHA! HAHA-HAHAHA-HAHAHAHA!”

Wish I’d thought of that, thought Tiffany. Maybe after I’ve gotten to know her better... But just watching was fun too – those two made a pretty good team.

Alex was laughing at the top of her lungs, squirming and straining, trying desperately to escape the tickling. Joanna tickled down Alex’s arch, onto the heel, and back up to the sole as streams of laughter poured out of Alex. Brittany tickled Alex’s sole in the exact middle, along the crease. Alex howled with forced mirth as the girls held her toes back and tickled the stretched out soles. They shifted their tickle targets and tickled the balls of both feet, covering every square inch of sensitive skin with unbearable tickling. Those were the sweet spots, where Alex’s feet were off-the-scale ticklish – Alex laughed and laughed, all resistance tickled out of her.

“Hey Joanna, quit!” Jamie said. “We’re about to start the demo.”

Brittany and Joanna stopped tickling and released Alex. Alex rolled onto her back and took long deep breaths, eyes closed, tears of laughter running down her cheeks. She recovered quickly, in plenty of time to watch the demo – apparently, being tickled was hardly a novel experience for her.

The demo was interesting. It started off with a group training kata, everyone moving together with metronomic precision. Sparring was next – blows, kicks, and the appropriate blocks and counters. An older student, a guy Tiffany’s age, did an individual kata with a staff. Finally, the sensei did a sword demo. He was by no stretch of imagination another Miyamoto Musashi, but it looked pretty good anyway.

Afterward, the three girls checked out the food vendors. Lindsey and Meghan ate like birds – twice their own body weight every day – and never gained an ounce, so each bought a big Coke and a funnel cake with extra sugar. Tiffany didn’t share their metabolism – she settled for bottled water and teriyaki chicken-on-a-stick.

They worked their way over to the end of the fair. Here were the carny games – throw darts to win a teddy bear, that sort of thing – and vendors of offbeat items like whoopee cushions, habanero-pepper chewing gum, squirting daisies and so forth. But by then, the Cokes had hit bottom, and Lindsey and Meghan discovered that they had urgent business elsewhere.

Tiffany kept moving – they could catch up with her later. Much later, probably – the lines at the Port-a-Pots were pretty long. Must be nice to be a guy at times like this, she thought – the whole world’s your urinal.

The sound of laughter disturbed Tiffany’s muse. A young woman – her laughter got louder, wilder, it went on and on. Somebody was getting tickled silly!

Tiffany zeroed in on the sound. There! A big camping tent, tall enough to stand up in, with an awning in front. There was a card table and two cheap white plastic stackable armchairs under the awning, to one side, with a dark-haired young woman sitting in one of them behind a kitchen timer. The flaps on the front opening were tied back.

Tiffany came closer. Hanging from the awning was a sign: Tickle Time! and underneath, $5.00 for 5 Minutes. The tent had a fabric screen inside that bisected it into two rooms. In the front room, a red-haired young woman sat in another plastic chair with her hands behind her back, laughing like mad. Her ankles were locked in stocks. A big young guy sat cross-legged at her trapped feet, tickling them with skill and enthusiasm.

The timer chimed. “Time!” the brunette called out. The guy quit tickling and stood up. The brunette went inside the tent and closed the tent flaps behind her.

Tiffany knew him – Michael Gabreski, one of the TCHS football players, he’d been a year ahead of her. “Hi, Michael,” she said. “Remember me?”

“Oh, hi, Tiffany. Sure I do.” He grinned. “Gonna test your skill?”

Tiffany blushed.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “This is my hobby too. Fun, isn’t it?”

“Looks like they’re closing up,” Tiffany said.

“Nah, just a pit stop for the ticklee. They’ll be back.” He checked his watch. “’Scuse me – I’m supposed to meet my girlfriend by the band stand in 2 minutes. Nice seein’ ya!”

And sure enough, the flaps opened again right after he left. The brunette came back out, moving with the tigerish grace and economy of motion of a dancer. She was a few years older than Tiffany, medium height, with a very trim and fit figure. She had wavy dark brown hair worn shoulder length, over dark brows and lashes, brown eyes and a summer tan. She was barefoot, and wore gray gym shorts and a parchment-colored t-shirt with Quant suff in Old English script – the “Q” was illuminated like a medieval manuscript. She looked familiar somehow, but Tiffany couldn’t quite place her.

The redhead came out too. She was 18 or so, slender, with long, bright coppery red hair. She had high cheekbones, exotic eyes inherited from some distant Tatar ancestor, and skin so fair that it seemed almost translucent. Her eyes were that indeterminate shade that take their color from their surroundings – they were green now, like the grassy quad. She wore a black Miskatonic University t-shirt and blue gym shorts, heavy dark eyeliner and Goth-black lipstick and nail polish. Black toenails too, Tiffany saw, and her bare feet were pretty and well-kept.

The two girls spotted Tiffany. “Help you?” the brunette asked.

Tiffany pointed to the sign over the awning. “Still open for business?”

“If you’ve got the money, we’ve got the time,” the redhead answered. Her accent was indeterminate too, but definitely Not From Around Here. Must be a carny, Tiffany thought. But she’d never heard of a carny running a tickle booth. Oh well, first time for everything...

“How’s this work?” Tiffany asked.

“You lay your money down and you take your choice,” the brunette said. “You get 5 minutes of tickle time for $5.00. If you can tickle your ticklee out in that 5 minutes, you get it free, or you get to go again. Fingernails only. Touch nothing but the feet. Capisce?”

“Sounds like fun. I’ll try you first,” Tiffany said, pointing to the redhead. “By the way, I’m Tiffany.”

“Julie,” the redhead said. “And this is– “

“Call me Vee,” the brunette interrupted. “OK, Julie, let’s don’t keep the customer waiting.”

Vee handcuffed Julie’s hands behind her back. Julie sat and put her feet through the stocks, and her partner locked them in place. Vee took Tiffany’s money and went behind the room divider – must have a cash box there, Tiffany thought. She came back out and set the timer.

Tiffany kicked off her sandals, kneeled at Julie’s trapped feet and sat back on her heels. She took off her watch and hung it from the stocks lock.

“Start on three,” Vee said. “One, two, three!”

Tiffany grabbed the right foot in her left hand and held the toes back. She flicked her well-manicured nails on the soft skin under Julie’s toes. Julie threw back her head and laughed at the top of her lungs.

Tiffany explored. She used all four fingernails to tickle between Julie’s toes, then covered Julie’s soft pink foot with tiny nail flicks, looking for the sweet spots and gauging the results by the volume of laughter. She tickled the stretched out sole side to side, scratched along the crease in the middle, drew circles on the ball of the foot. Julie laughed helplessly as Tiffany’s nails spider-walked down her arch – tears of laughter ran from her closed eyes, she was turning pink from laughing. The heel was next, drawing figure-eight’s and other tickling shapes while the redhead laughed and laughed. But it was all good – Julie’s foot didn’t seem to have a sweet spot. Everything Tiffany did made Julie laugh like mad.

Lindsey’s feet were like that too – insanely ticklish all over. Tiffany had tickled her friend off-and-on for years. In times past, Tiffany had just dug right in and tickled Lindsey’s breath away – there would always be another chance. But now Tiffany had to use a delicate touch to get her money’s worth, hold Julie right on the edge without tickling her out.

Fortunately Meghan had the nack for tickling. She had given lessons to her new friends, and Tiffany was an able and motivated student. Tiffany switched to two-handed tickling, flicking both feet with her nail tips, not making much contact but driving Julie wild. She glanced at her watch – three minutes left – and moved up to the soles again. Julie laughed like a madwoman, her toes twitched and curled – reflex action, she was no longer capable of coordinated movement.

One minute and counting down. Tiffany flicked and scratched the arches again, drew counter-rotating circles on the heels, forcing a wild stream of ticklish laughter. Fifteen seconds – Tiffany tickled both arches at warp speed and reduced Julie to red-faced silent laughter.

Ding!

Tiffany stood up and stretched, grinning ear to ear. Julie was every bit as much fun to tickle as Lindsey, she thought. And better still, she had won a free round. Julie again? Nah. Vee had pretty feet too.

“Are you OK, Julie?” Vee called.

“Yob... tvoyu... mat... ” Julie gasped. She blinked away tears and took a deep breath. “Yah, I’m fine. But we didn’t make any money – she tickled me out just before the bell.”

“Money back or go again?” Vee asked, all business.

“Go again,” Tiffany said. “You this time.”

Vee went inside and closed the flap again. Tiffany heard a low-voiced conversation, but couldn’t make out the words. After a minute or so, she heard handcuffs click. Julie came out and tied the tent flaps back.

“She’s all yours,” Julie said. “But we’ve got a proposition for you.”

“Pretty much the same deal as before,” Vee said from her place in the stocks. “But if you don’t tickle me out in 5 minutes, you get one more round. If you win that time, you get your money back and it’s all free. If you don’t, I’ll tickle you ‘til you don’t know your own name.”

Tiffany considered. There were limits to everyone’s endurance, and 10 minutes of flat-out tickling, even with a breather in the middle, ought to use it all up. Meghan could go longer, but she had told Tiffany that was rare. And besides... Well, this was a wager she couldn’t lose.

“OK, you’re on,” Tiffany said.

It pays to be systematic, Tiffany thought as she tickled between Vee’s toes. The brunette wasn’t as ticklish as Julie, though the toe-tickles were getting decent reactions – Vee was laughing pretty hard. Under the toes was good too, and the soles were even better – Vee laughed like a maniac, bucking and squirming, tears of laughter running down her cheeks. Tiffany tickled side to side on the stretched out sole, drew overlapping circles on the crease, flicked the ball of the foot. Vee’s tickle laugh was a musical contralto, not scratchy at all – she must have a lovely singing voice.

Then down the arch, flicking lightly, forcing stream after stream of ticklish laughter. Just in front of the heel, she hit pay dirt – Vee arched her back and laughed at the top of her lungs. Tiffany explored the heel with tickling shapes, but the laughter went down a notch. OK then, arches it is!

Tiffany tickled the sweet spots on both feet, fingernails flying, and Vee’s laughter went off the scale. She tickled mercilessly, getting great reactions and forcing a wild stream of helpless laughter. Vee was tough – she hung in there, red faced and sweaty, laughing like a madwoman – but she was losing it. Tiffany almost had her...

Ding!

“Breather,” Julie announced. Tiffany got up, and Julie went inside and closed the flaps.

Tiffany looked around. They had drawn a crowd, she saw – a dozen or so people, both genders, mostly young. Brittany and Joanna were there, and blonde Alex – Joanna grinned and gave Tiffany a thumbs-up.

“Enjoying yourself?” Brittany asked.

“Yah, already tickled the redhead out and got a free tickle on the brunette,” Tiffany replied. “I didn’t tickle the brunette out, but I’ll get her next time – I know where the sweet spots are now, and what works best. I’ll get that one free too.”

“And if you don’t?” Brittany asked.

“She’ll tickle me silly. But not to worry...”

Joanna snickered.

Julie came out and tied the flaps back. “You’re on,” she told Tiffany.

Break or no, Vee looked pretty good for someone who had just gotten tickled silly, Tiffany thought. She knew the girl had endurance – it looked like her recuperative powers were above average too. Well, that just means I’ll have to try harder...

Vee bucked violently and laughed her head off as Tiffany’s well-manicured nails flicked the sweet spots in her arches. Nothing fancy this time, each foot just got four fingernail strokes in succession, three times a second – a rate of 180 nail flicks a minute. Vee’s laughter was off the charts, she was sweaty and red-faced, her face streaked with tears. She didn’t struggle. All she could do was laugh – and laugh – and laugh some more.

An angry voice behind her – Meghan, it sounded like – and Tiffany missed a few strokes. But Vee just had time for one quick breath, and then she was laughing at the top of her lungs as Tiffany started back in on her. Surely this would finish her – how could anybody endure this?

Ding!

Shit! Tiffany stood up again and walked outside, looking for her shoes. She had been that close... How had she failed?

“Joanna told me about your wager,” Meghan said with an odd look on her face. “Looks like you lost.”

“Yah, and I don’t understand how,” Tiffany answered, frustrated. “I was so sure...”

“Oh, Tiffany– ” Vee’s voice, sing-song, with an odd timbre. Almost a stereo effect...

“They’re twins, dummy!” Meghan said.

Tiffany turned. There in the tent opening was Vee... and Vee. Holding hands. Two of them.

“Tiffany, I’d like you to meet my sisters,” Brittany said.

“I’m Vicky,” Vee-on-the-left said. Her voice was a little rough, and no wonder – she had just spent 5 minutes laughing her head off.

“I’m Veronica,” Vee-on-the-right said.

“And you’re screwed!” they said in chorus.

“And my sister too,” Alex said.

Julie smiled. “There’s four of us Budanov girls,” she said. She had dimples, and her eyes were sparkling blue, picking up color from the sky.

“That’s not fair!” Lindsey protested. “You slipped a ringer in on her!”

Tiffany thought back on the deal. “No, they gave me fair warning,” she said. “Vee – Veronica, I guess – said that if I didn’t tickle her out in 5 minutes, I got one more chance to win. She didn’t say it was on her.”

“I’m an upper body tickler mostly,” Vicky said. “Veronica likes to tickle feet. We tickle each other a lot. So I went last, when you already knew how to get the best reactions. I’m maybe a hair more ticklish, but I’ve got more experience having my feet tickled.”

“Hey, are you guys still open for business?” a male voice called from the back.

“Keep your shirt on,” Joanna called out. “Shift change. We’ll be ready in a minute or two.”

“Rain check,” Veronica said. “At our place, 7 PM. Agreed?”

“Suits me,” Tiffany said.

“Meghan knows the way,” Vicky said. “We’ve got a pool – bring a swim suit. We’ll go swimming afterward.”

Joanna went into the tent and behind the divider – that must be how the twins worked the switch, thought Tiffany. The Righetti sisters and the Budanov sisters followed her, laughing and joking. Tiffany overheard some of the conversation. It seemed that the tickle booth had been profitable so far – the newcomers declared that they would do even better.

“You know they’re both gonna tickle the shit out of you, don’t you? D’you really think that’s fair?” Lindsey asked.

“Yup. Veronica never said she wouldn’t have help,” Tiffany said. “I outsmarted myself. I’ll take my punishment.”

Meghan and Lindsey exchanged a look. “OK,” Meghan said at last. “They live down the street from me. We’ll all go.”

The other six girls came back out of the tent. Brittany, Joanna and Alex were barefoot. Julie and the twins came out wearing flip-flops. The twins went their own way, Julie went another.

“OK, step right up!” Brittany called out in her best carny-barker manner. “Lay yer money down, ladies and germs! Who’s first?”

“Me.” A blond guy about the same age as the twins came forward. He saw Tiffany and her friends, and grinned. “Hi, sis!” he said. “Wish I’d thought of this. Could have made some money off you and Tiff and Red.”

“Meghan,” she corrected automatically.

“I should’ve known you’d show up here, Danny,” Lindsey said.

“I was here earlier too,” he said. “I’ve wanted to tickle Vicky and Veronica Righetti ever since high school – this was a dream come true. And the redheaded Goth chick was a bonus.”

“Does that mean you’re gonna give me a break for a while?” Lindsey asked.

“Nah, probably not. You’ve got such a pretty laugh.” He pointed to Joanna. “I’ll take you first. Is there a 3-for-the-price-of-2 discount?”

“In your dreams!” Joanna said. “C’mon, Alex, cuff me.”

“Let’s go,” Meghan said. “Y’know, I never would’ve expected something like this from that bunch. Candice for sure, she loves it. Sara, because she’s game for anything. Maybe Emily. But the twins never played with the rest of us. Mostly, they tickled us all silly.”

“Like they’re gonna do me,” Tiffany said. “Are they any good at it?”

“Jedi Masters,” Meghan said. “They got me good last spring – I’m tough, but they broke me.”

Tiffany could still hear Joanna’s laughter a long way off. Danny must be getting her good, she thought. I should have stayed to play...

The girls swung by Tiffany’s place to get her swimsuit. They called in a pizza order, had it delivered to Meghan’s house and got there just as the pizza guy drove up. Afterward, Meghan loaned Lindsey her extra swimsuit. The girls changed into bikinis with beach sarongs over them, grabbed towels and walked the short distance to the twins’ house.

They circled around behind the house. Six girls in bikinis were gathered at the backyard pool. Joanna, Vicky and Veronica were sitting in white plastic chairs – probably the same ones they had used in their tickle booth at the fair. Alex and Julie were splashing around in the pool. Brittany sat on the edge of the pool, her feet in the water.

“Halloo the house!” Meghan called out.

“Glad to see you!” Vicky (Veronica?) called back. “Come and join the party!”

Tiffany kicked off her sandals and stepped out of her sarong. “No sense putting it off. Ready, Vee?”

“This is gonna be fun,” Veronica (Vicky?) gloated.

“Who’s who?” Lindsey asked, confused. “I can’t tell you apart.”

“Haven’t known ‘em long enough,” Joanna said. “This one’s Vicky. She’s left handed. Sinister, the Romans would have said. Appropriate, no?”

“They’re mirror-twins,” Brittany added. “Veronica’s right handed – dexter. And she has plenty of dexterity – Tiffany’s about to find out just how much.”

That’s for sure,” Meghan said. “They just about tickled me to death!”

“Foot notes?” Vicky asked.

“Nah,” her twin said. “Implements. Tie her up – I’ll get ‘em.”

Vicky tied Tiffany’s hands behind her back with old nylons. A house full of women generates a lot of torn nylons – this was recycling at its best.

Tiffany sat in one of the white chairs. Vicky set two others in front, facing each other. She lifted Tiffany’s right foot, rested the ankle on the near-side arm of one of the other chairs and tied it to the chair arm. Vicky repeated with the other leg, so that Tiffany’s legs were spread in a V. She moved a small poolside table into the V between Tiffany’s legs.

Vicky sat in one of the chairs. Veronica sat in the other, dumped a tote onto the table and spread the contents. Tiffany tested the bonds. It was a good job – tight enough to completely immobilize her, but not so tight that it cut off circulation. “This ain’t your first rodeo, is it?” she asked.

“Nope,” Veronica said cheerfully.

No foot notes tonight, so they returned the ballpoint pens to the tote. As for the rest – an electric tooth brush, a hair brush with round plastic knobs on the ends of the bristles, an old-fashioned badger-bristle shaving brush, two pieces of knotted twine, a handful of... guitar picks! The picks probably tickled like mischief – once again, Tiffany wished she’d thought of it first.

“Hey, go easy,” Lindsey said, a little uneasy. “You’re gonna kill her with that stuff.”

“’s OK,” Tiffany said, wiggling her toes. “Bring it on!”

It was easy to tell the twins apart now, thought Tiffany as she laughed her head off. Vicky tickles left-handed, Veronica favors her right. Veronica’s fingernail technique was a little better – she was the foot tickler of the pair – but they were both very, very good. Tiffany laughed like mad as they explored her feet with tiny nail flicks. Synchronized tickling – what a concept! Tiffany blinked away tears, still laughing helplessly – the twins were in full concentration mode. If they were coordinating their tickling, they were doing it by telepathy. But then they found the sweet spots in her arches, same as their own, and speeded up. Tiffany threw her head back and laughed at the top of her lungs.

They gave her a short break, and Brittany gave her some water – she downed it in a single gulp. Vicky selected the shaving brush and gently brushed Tiffany’s sole, side to side, then up and down. Tiffany started giggling, a steady stream of girlish giggles.

Vicky started brushing in circles. Tiffany lost it – she laughed like a maniac, tears of laughter rolling down her cheeks. Veronica joined in, pulling knotted twine between Tiffany’s toes. She tickled between each pair – it tickled maddeningly.

Vicky was an artist with the brush. Tiffany laughed and laughed as Vicky flicked it back and forth across her toes and soles, up and down from toes to heel and back again, then figure eight's, crossing over in the arch. That was the worst, because twice on every circuit it got THE SPOT. Every time the brush flicked the sweet spot, Vicky gave it a few extra quick strokes, and Tiffany’s laughter went off the chart.

Veronica wasn’t idle. She gave up the toe tickling and put the electric tooth brush to work, running it up and down the crease in the middle of Tiffany’s sole, then in circles on the ball of her foot. Veronica worked her way down the arch, fast-forwarded over the sweet spot, and circled the brush on Tiffany’s heel. Then into THE SPOT – Tiffany laughed her head off, red-faced, streams of laughter pouring out of her.

Another break, another drink of water. “Good one!” Tiffany said when she had her breath back. “Can I be your disciple?”

The twins grinned. “Mind and body strong, Grasshopper,” they said, and started in on her soles again. Vicky was using the hair brush now, Veronica the shaving brush. The tickling bristles flicked Tiffany’s soles, side to side, up and down. Tiffany threw back her head and howled with forced mirth. She was past being able to struggle, unable to resist the fiendish tickling. Her toes twitched and curled as she laughed and laughed.

The twins stopped again at exactly the same time – they must be telepathic! “We need a break,” Vicky said. “Hanging in there, Tiffany?”

“YOU need a break!” Tiffany gasped. “Oh ghod that tickles!”

“If you’ve got breath enough to complain– ” Vicky started.

“ –you’ve got breath enough to laugh some more,” Veronica completed the thought. She flicked her well-manicured nails up and down Tiffany’s sole, along the crease.

“Hehehe! No– haha! –more!” Tiffany begged and giggled. “HAHAHA-HAHAHA-HAHAHAHA!”

The twins tickled side to side across both soles, over and over. Tiffany laughed wildly while their tickling fingernails flicked and scratched. They kept it up for another five minutes – Tiffany lapsed into ticklish delirium, laughing like a madwoman. She had lost all power of resistance, or even coherent thought.

They paused again. Tiffany giggled, breathless and sweaty, coming down off the tickle high. It tickled so much! A flood of sensation... overwhelming... just like that time at the lake cottage...

The twins looked at each other, and some silent message passed between them. They selected guitar picks and traced circles in Tiffany’s arches, and Tiffany giggled like a little girl. Gratified by the response, they held Tiffany’s toes back and scratched lightly under them, tickling the soft skin, and Tiffany laughed like mad. Then down the soles and arches to the ticklish heels. Their victim bucked and squirmed and laughed her head off while the tension inside her built and built.

The twins tickled Tiffany’s heels and arches until she thought she would go crazy. They tickled up the arches to the soles, watching the toes twitch and curl, then held the toes back and tickled the stretched out soles. Tiffany laughed and laughed, musically, helplessly, face red, tears streaming – the tension was unbearable, she was right on the edge. They dropped the picks and tickled with both hands, toes to heels and back, and finally back to the sweet spots again, tickling mercilessly. That finished it – Tiffany laughed herself breathless, and a soundless explosion carried her away.

Tiffany was sweaty and breathing hard, her face was streaked with tears, her abs ached from laughing. But her body was totally limp, her mind was in a zen state, drifting slowly back to earth. Her face had a look of total contentment. This was... it was indescribable.

“Jeez Louise, I think you killed her,” Lindsey said.

“Not hardly,” Vicky replied. “Right, girlfriend?” She tickled a foot, and was rewarded with a burst of laughter – Tiffany’s senses were still wide open.

“Enough! Let her go!” Lindsey demanded.

Meghan gave Tiffany an odd look – had she figured it out? Tiffany winked – let Meghan make something out of that!

“It’s Julie’s turn,” Tiffany said softly.

“Not part of the deal,” Julie responded. “And haven’t you had enough?”

Tiffany took stock of herself. She felt great. “I suppose I have,” she said, a little reluctantly.

A balisong appeared in Vicky’s left hand. She flicked the knife open and cut Tiffany’s bonds. “Learned your lesson?” she asked.

“Yah – don’t make sucker bets,” Tiffany answered.

The others all jumped into the pool after that. Tiffany sat in her chair, totally relaxed, watching them splash around. Vicky and Veronica slipped a ringer in on me, she thought. They think they’ve just tickle tortured me and taught me a lesson. Little do they know...

Tiffany smiled a contented smile. It was the twins who made the sucker bet – either way, I win. I get off on this. I’m a ringer too!


***THE END***


 
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