This my first attempt at a story. While have lurked here for years and enjoyed the work of others, I felt it was high time I contributed. All feedback is encouraged, but please remember that this my first attempt. so be kind. Part one contains alot of details that I will use in a later installment.
" GOD I LOVE MY JOB" By jaymoney
Robin Reynolds was the quintessential Southern California beach babe. She was 5'6" with long blonde hair, with a perfect body that had been formed through years of running, swimming and generally living her life on the beach. In fact the thought of having to grow-up and become a responsible member of society didn't appeal the care free beach babe. Robin wasn't any different from the mulitudes of other young women in the world, except for the fact that she possessed a special skill or maybe ability would be a better description, she had for some strange reason the ability to make people do what she wanted simply by tickling them until they consented to her will.
Robin first became aware of this ability at a very young age. As a teenager she would tickle her younger siblings into doing her chores around the house. As soon as her parents would leave the house after assigning the days chores to Robin and her two younger sisters Robin would grab the closest to her and tickle the crap out of her until she agreed to pick-up Robins chores. Robin would sternly warn them that if they ever told their parents that she "tickle them to death, and it would take days to finish the job", then Robin would grab her surf board and head out the beach to continue her endless summer. Robin also used tickling against her friends and boyfriends
to get what she wanted, if she wanted to go surfing in Mexico and her friends didn't want to: she simply would attack, it didn't matter where, soon her friend would surrender and off they would be for a day of fun and sun south of the boarder. I she wanted a gift from one of her many rich boyfriends ( remember she was a true beauty and was desired by all she encountered, both male and female) she simply tickled them until they promised to buy her what ever she wanted to to stop the tickling.
After High School Robin set off to Michigan to attend college on a engineering scholarship. Robin hated Michigan. It was cold for most of the year, Robin had actually purchase a pair of shoes that were not sandles or flip-flops as well as a minter coat, gloves a scarf. All of these objects were foriegn to her. Most of all Robin hated being away from the ocean, sure she returned to California when ever her time and finances allowed her.
Robin completed her education in Michigan in four loong years. Although she made friends and actually learned to appreciate the beauty of a fall day in the midwest it still wasn't California. One day just before graduation Robin was at party being thrown by a bunch of graduating seniors that took place at an old farmhouse in the country. Robin and her friend Stacy both decided to attend, after all it was the end of college and quite frankly both spent so much time on homework that they really hadn't had time to enjoy the whole college "experience". The hour was getting late and the alcohol was flowing freely. Robin was having a great time, she would be returning to California directly after the commencement ceremony, this was her farwell to Michigan and she determined to at least have fun on one night. Stacy was being a buzzkill. Stacy, a preachers daughter, was disgusted with all the debauchery that was taking place around her and wanted to leave. Stacy approaced Robin and told her that it was time to leave, Robin begged and pleaded with Stacy to stay her another hour, Stacy was steadfast in her desire to leave immediately. Stacy finally told Robin that since it was her car that if Robin wanted a ride home she would get in the car immediately. The farmhouse was located at least 30 miles from the campus and Robin didn't know anyone else there well enough to ask them for ride without them getting the wrong idea. So Robin let her instincts take over. She poked Stacy in the ribs. Stacy staggered back, she poked her on the other side. This time Stacy let out a quick giggle as she kept backing up. Robin continued to pursue her target, poking her in the ribs as she advanced. Little did Stacy know that Robin was hearding her towards an ottoman that was behind her. One more poke to the ribs, one more step towards the ottoman until Stacy toppled over it. With that Robin quickly jumped on her friend, turning Stacy over on her stomach while she pulled up Stacy's legs so that while she sat on Stacys thighs her shoe-clad feet were eye level with Robin. Rodin told her target " I tried to beg you into letting me stay for a while, you refused. I tried to appeal to the fact the this our last night together, you refuse. So I guess that I am just going to have to find another way to convice you." With that Robin began taking off Stacy's shoes. " What are you doing?" asked a now very nervous Stacy. " You'll just have to wait and see" teased Robin as she began to tug at Stacy's socks. As Robin tossed the sock into the crowd of inebreated college seniors who ceased there joint-smoking and beer-bonging to view the specticle that was unfolding in front of them, it suddenly dawned on Stacy what was about to take place, right here in front of all these people: Robin was going to TICKLE HER FEET.
As Robin inspected her friends bare feet Stacy tried with all her might to dislogde her attacker by rolling and bucking but neither strategy worked, Stacy was trapped beneath Robin and she wasn't getting out until Robin decided to let her. " Robin, you don't have to do whatever your thinking of doing" Stacy pleaded with her friend in a tone that was somewhere between abject horror and utter humiliation. " We can stay as long as you like, just let me up. I sorry that I acted so selfishly" pleaded Stacy. " Stacy you made me mad and for that you need to be taught a lesson. Sure, I could take you at your word and let you up, but how would I know if you were to ditch me as soon as I use the john? No, I think it would be better if I were to just tickle your soft little barefeet to my heart's content. How does that sound to you? Besides, it seems that we have quite an audience, and you being a theater major you wouldn't want to disapoint your fans now would you? cood Robin as she began to lazily drag her manicured fingernail across the barefoot of her friend.
The ear-piercing scream conincided with that first touch to Stacy's bare foot. " Well-well-well" teased Robin " is there a problem Stacy? My you have the softest feet I've ever come across. You know, I've known you four years. and in all that time I don't recall having ever seen your bare feet. Why is that? Is it because you are too ticklish? All Stacy could do was scream. Even though the tickling had only been a a few seconds Stacy was laughing so hard that even the other party goers who had been hanging around outside came running to see what all the screaming was about." Stacy, with her face beginning to turn several shades of crimson, just continued to laugh-scream as Robin began working over the soft size 7 feet. Robin began running five fingers up down Stacy's left foot, starting at the heel spider tickling toward Stacys wildly wiggling toes. Robin taunted her prey " all this unpleasantness could have been avoided, but no. You forced me to use other means of persuasion. So just rememeber this all you fault that this is happening." Then she let loose with a 10 finger attack on her soles, long red nails were flying like the speed of light as the covered Stacy's now pink soles. " Kitchy, kitchy coo Little Stacy, just keep laughing if you would like me to continue" teased Robin. Stacy's mouth was agap with this latest assault, finally after what seemed like an eternity, laughter just exploded out of Stacy "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA pleeeze......stop....you're killing meeee. Oh !!! my Gawwwd, noooo more, noooo more. Don't just....HAHAHAHAHA....stand there...OHHH noooooo...help meeeeee.." But the crowd, who by now had begun cheering Robins actions, were either too wasted or too aroused too offer any help to Stacy. Now Robin switched tactics, she was drawing figure eights on Stacys soles. Very slowly and methodically she drew her finger nails across the bare soles of her friend. This brought about a new series of laughter from her friend, " ohhh my God I can't take this anymore....HAHAHAHAHA" screeched Stacy, who was now covered in sweat with her eyes all red and puffy from the laughter that was being forced from her. Stacy's ribs and stomach were now aching from laughing so hard. Robin, who has a contented look on her face, just kept on tickling the feet of her friend. After what seemed like hours to Stacy, but and actually only been 20 minutes, Robin said " Stacy while this has been a whole lotta fun, we have to come to an ending. As your theater director always taught you "the ending needs to be spectacular", so I have an ending that will allow you to activley participate. As you have may have noticed I haven't even touched your toes yet". Stacy, while enjoying the breif repreive that her soles were being offered, sreamed " Please not my toes....please....can't you just let me go?.....haven't you had enough?....please just let me go..." Stacy's pleading was interrupted with a ten finger attack on her soles. " Please don't interrupt me while I'm talking" said Robin sternly as she tickled her feet, " beside you really don't have a say in what I do to you, do you?" Robin ceased her torture of Stacy's feet. " Know,do you want to hear about the ending or not?" ' I guess i really don't have a choice" reponded Stacy submissively." That's right, as a matter of fact you don't do you" said a rather satisfied Robin," As I mentioned before, I haven't yet tickled your toes, but that's about to change. Being the good friend that I am", Robin said in a sarcastic manner " I will let you decide how long I will tickle you for. Stacy have you ever had any engage you in a game of piggies?" Stacy stammered " Piggies? Maybe once when I was little..." Robin cut her off, " Good. You're familar with the game. We'll here's what's going to happen. I will do the toe wiggling, you supply the vocal commentary. As soon as you complete one round without a mistake I will stop." Stacy figured that she complete a round without a mistake fairly quickly and that would put an end to this torment." Understand Stacy?" Robin inquired. Stacy nodded her head." Good, let the games begin" Robin said to the crowd. As the crowd cheered Robin began wiggling Stacy's unpolished middle toe. Stacy racked her memory to recall the childhood rhyme, but the toe tickling hit her before she could recall." HEEE...Heeee....this....HAAAA.... HOHOHOH....littttllle...." just then Robin started wiggling her big toe. " Ohhhh nooooo......wennnt ....toHOOOO... Ohhhh Gawwwd....theeee HAHAHAHAHA....." Stacy was beside herself, everytime she started to speak her ticklishness got the better of her. The constant wiggling of her sensitive toes along with Robin taunts were too much for Stacy, a hour and a half after it started Stacy passed out.
After it became apparent to Robin the Stacy had passed out she stopped tickling her. A couple of the guys who had a ring side seat the tickling assissted Robin in placing Stacy on the couch. " Don't worry about her" Robin announced to the crowd," she will wake up in a while." Robin then spun on her heals and headed toward the keg in the kitchen. Everyone, still not believing what they just witnessed, cleared out of Robins path. While Robin was pouing herself some much needed refreshment a guy a few years older than the rest of the crowd approached her " Wow, that was some display back there", the gentleman said to her. Robin looked up from the keg and cast a suspiciuos eye toward the man and replied, " Look, I don't know if you are one of them foot guys or are looking for a date or even a one nights stand, but buzz off I'm not interested creep." " Would you be interested in a career that would offer both great pay and time off to enjoy surfing?" said the man. How does he know about my passion for surfing Robin began to think, before she could think of an explanation to the question she had possed to herself the man said , " Yes, I know your name is Robin Reynolds and I also know of your love of the beach. As a matter of fact I know quite abit about you. Here take my card call me if you would like to talk about a job. My organization could use someone of your special talent." With that he handed her a business card that read " Information Extraction Specialists". As Robin read the words she began to pose a question to the man but when she looked up he was no where to be found. Robin shrugged off the encounter and slid the business card inside her pocket. She finished her beer and returned to the couch where Stacy was slowly waking up. Stacy looked at Robin with fear in her eyes. " Oh, Stacy I was only messing around. C'mon were buds. I got a little carried away that's all." Robin said smiling down on her friend." I'm sorry." Robin finished her apology. " O.K. I guess it was all in good fun....But I'm confused by one thing though" Stacy whispered to Robin, her voice still raspy and raw from the tickling. " What's that Stacy?" Stacy thought for another moment " I've had plenty of people try and tickle me, and I have never laughed. I didn't think that I was ticklish at all. How were you able to tickle torture me when everyone else has failed who tried?" " I dunno Stacy. Maybe it's a gift", Robin sail smiling.
End of part 1.....maybe
" GOD I LOVE MY JOB" By jaymoney
Robin Reynolds was the quintessential Southern California beach babe. She was 5'6" with long blonde hair, with a perfect body that had been formed through years of running, swimming and generally living her life on the beach. In fact the thought of having to grow-up and become a responsible member of society didn't appeal the care free beach babe. Robin wasn't any different from the mulitudes of other young women in the world, except for the fact that she possessed a special skill or maybe ability would be a better description, she had for some strange reason the ability to make people do what she wanted simply by tickling them until they consented to her will.
Robin first became aware of this ability at a very young age. As a teenager she would tickle her younger siblings into doing her chores around the house. As soon as her parents would leave the house after assigning the days chores to Robin and her two younger sisters Robin would grab the closest to her and tickle the crap out of her until she agreed to pick-up Robins chores. Robin would sternly warn them that if they ever told their parents that she "tickle them to death, and it would take days to finish the job", then Robin would grab her surf board and head out the beach to continue her endless summer. Robin also used tickling against her friends and boyfriends
to get what she wanted, if she wanted to go surfing in Mexico and her friends didn't want to: she simply would attack, it didn't matter where, soon her friend would surrender and off they would be for a day of fun and sun south of the boarder. I she wanted a gift from one of her many rich boyfriends ( remember she was a true beauty and was desired by all she encountered, both male and female) she simply tickled them until they promised to buy her what ever she wanted to to stop the tickling.
After High School Robin set off to Michigan to attend college on a engineering scholarship. Robin hated Michigan. It was cold for most of the year, Robin had actually purchase a pair of shoes that were not sandles or flip-flops as well as a minter coat, gloves a scarf. All of these objects were foriegn to her. Most of all Robin hated being away from the ocean, sure she returned to California when ever her time and finances allowed her.
Robin completed her education in Michigan in four loong years. Although she made friends and actually learned to appreciate the beauty of a fall day in the midwest it still wasn't California. One day just before graduation Robin was at party being thrown by a bunch of graduating seniors that took place at an old farmhouse in the country. Robin and her friend Stacy both decided to attend, after all it was the end of college and quite frankly both spent so much time on homework that they really hadn't had time to enjoy the whole college "experience". The hour was getting late and the alcohol was flowing freely. Robin was having a great time, she would be returning to California directly after the commencement ceremony, this was her farwell to Michigan and she determined to at least have fun on one night. Stacy was being a buzzkill. Stacy, a preachers daughter, was disgusted with all the debauchery that was taking place around her and wanted to leave. Stacy approaced Robin and told her that it was time to leave, Robin begged and pleaded with Stacy to stay her another hour, Stacy was steadfast in her desire to leave immediately. Stacy finally told Robin that since it was her car that if Robin wanted a ride home she would get in the car immediately. The farmhouse was located at least 30 miles from the campus and Robin didn't know anyone else there well enough to ask them for ride without them getting the wrong idea. So Robin let her instincts take over. She poked Stacy in the ribs. Stacy staggered back, she poked her on the other side. This time Stacy let out a quick giggle as she kept backing up. Robin continued to pursue her target, poking her in the ribs as she advanced. Little did Stacy know that Robin was hearding her towards an ottoman that was behind her. One more poke to the ribs, one more step towards the ottoman until Stacy toppled over it. With that Robin quickly jumped on her friend, turning Stacy over on her stomach while she pulled up Stacy's legs so that while she sat on Stacys thighs her shoe-clad feet were eye level with Robin. Rodin told her target " I tried to beg you into letting me stay for a while, you refused. I tried to appeal to the fact the this our last night together, you refuse. So I guess that I am just going to have to find another way to convice you." With that Robin began taking off Stacy's shoes. " What are you doing?" asked a now very nervous Stacy. " You'll just have to wait and see" teased Robin as she began to tug at Stacy's socks. As Robin tossed the sock into the crowd of inebreated college seniors who ceased there joint-smoking and beer-bonging to view the specticle that was unfolding in front of them, it suddenly dawned on Stacy what was about to take place, right here in front of all these people: Robin was going to TICKLE HER FEET.
As Robin inspected her friends bare feet Stacy tried with all her might to dislogde her attacker by rolling and bucking but neither strategy worked, Stacy was trapped beneath Robin and she wasn't getting out until Robin decided to let her. " Robin, you don't have to do whatever your thinking of doing" Stacy pleaded with her friend in a tone that was somewhere between abject horror and utter humiliation. " We can stay as long as you like, just let me up. I sorry that I acted so selfishly" pleaded Stacy. " Stacy you made me mad and for that you need to be taught a lesson. Sure, I could take you at your word and let you up, but how would I know if you were to ditch me as soon as I use the john? No, I think it would be better if I were to just tickle your soft little barefeet to my heart's content. How does that sound to you? Besides, it seems that we have quite an audience, and you being a theater major you wouldn't want to disapoint your fans now would you? cood Robin as she began to lazily drag her manicured fingernail across the barefoot of her friend.
The ear-piercing scream conincided with that first touch to Stacy's bare foot. " Well-well-well" teased Robin " is there a problem Stacy? My you have the softest feet I've ever come across. You know, I've known you four years. and in all that time I don't recall having ever seen your bare feet. Why is that? Is it because you are too ticklish? All Stacy could do was scream. Even though the tickling had only been a a few seconds Stacy was laughing so hard that even the other party goers who had been hanging around outside came running to see what all the screaming was about." Stacy, with her face beginning to turn several shades of crimson, just continued to laugh-scream as Robin began working over the soft size 7 feet. Robin began running five fingers up down Stacy's left foot, starting at the heel spider tickling toward Stacys wildly wiggling toes. Robin taunted her prey " all this unpleasantness could have been avoided, but no. You forced me to use other means of persuasion. So just rememeber this all you fault that this is happening." Then she let loose with a 10 finger attack on her soles, long red nails were flying like the speed of light as the covered Stacy's now pink soles. " Kitchy, kitchy coo Little Stacy, just keep laughing if you would like me to continue" teased Robin. Stacy's mouth was agap with this latest assault, finally after what seemed like an eternity, laughter just exploded out of Stacy "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA pleeeze......stop....you're killing meeee. Oh !!! my Gawwwd, noooo more, noooo more. Don't just....HAHAHAHAHA....stand there...OHHH noooooo...help meeeeee.." But the crowd, who by now had begun cheering Robins actions, were either too wasted or too aroused too offer any help to Stacy. Now Robin switched tactics, she was drawing figure eights on Stacys soles. Very slowly and methodically she drew her finger nails across the bare soles of her friend. This brought about a new series of laughter from her friend, " ohhh my God I can't take this anymore....HAHAHAHAHA" screeched Stacy, who was now covered in sweat with her eyes all red and puffy from the laughter that was being forced from her. Stacy's ribs and stomach were now aching from laughing so hard. Robin, who has a contented look on her face, just kept on tickling the feet of her friend. After what seemed like hours to Stacy, but and actually only been 20 minutes, Robin said " Stacy while this has been a whole lotta fun, we have to come to an ending. As your theater director always taught you "the ending needs to be spectacular", so I have an ending that will allow you to activley participate. As you have may have noticed I haven't even touched your toes yet". Stacy, while enjoying the breif repreive that her soles were being offered, sreamed " Please not my toes....please....can't you just let me go?.....haven't you had enough?....please just let me go..." Stacy's pleading was interrupted with a ten finger attack on her soles. " Please don't interrupt me while I'm talking" said Robin sternly as she tickled her feet, " beside you really don't have a say in what I do to you, do you?" Robin ceased her torture of Stacy's feet. " Know,do you want to hear about the ending or not?" ' I guess i really don't have a choice" reponded Stacy submissively." That's right, as a matter of fact you don't do you" said a rather satisfied Robin," As I mentioned before, I haven't yet tickled your toes, but that's about to change. Being the good friend that I am", Robin said in a sarcastic manner " I will let you decide how long I will tickle you for. Stacy have you ever had any engage you in a game of piggies?" Stacy stammered " Piggies? Maybe once when I was little..." Robin cut her off, " Good. You're familar with the game. We'll here's what's going to happen. I will do the toe wiggling, you supply the vocal commentary. As soon as you complete one round without a mistake I will stop." Stacy figured that she complete a round without a mistake fairly quickly and that would put an end to this torment." Understand Stacy?" Robin inquired. Stacy nodded her head." Good, let the games begin" Robin said to the crowd. As the crowd cheered Robin began wiggling Stacy's unpolished middle toe. Stacy racked her memory to recall the childhood rhyme, but the toe tickling hit her before she could recall." HEEE...Heeee....this....HAAAA.... HOHOHOH....littttllle...." just then Robin started wiggling her big toe. " Ohhhh nooooo......wennnt ....toHOOOO... Ohhhh Gawwwd....theeee HAHAHAHAHA....." Stacy was beside herself, everytime she started to speak her ticklishness got the better of her. The constant wiggling of her sensitive toes along with Robin taunts were too much for Stacy, a hour and a half after it started Stacy passed out.
After it became apparent to Robin the Stacy had passed out she stopped tickling her. A couple of the guys who had a ring side seat the tickling assissted Robin in placing Stacy on the couch. " Don't worry about her" Robin announced to the crowd," she will wake up in a while." Robin then spun on her heals and headed toward the keg in the kitchen. Everyone, still not believing what they just witnessed, cleared out of Robins path. While Robin was pouing herself some much needed refreshment a guy a few years older than the rest of the crowd approached her " Wow, that was some display back there", the gentleman said to her. Robin looked up from the keg and cast a suspiciuos eye toward the man and replied, " Look, I don't know if you are one of them foot guys or are looking for a date or even a one nights stand, but buzz off I'm not interested creep." " Would you be interested in a career that would offer both great pay and time off to enjoy surfing?" said the man. How does he know about my passion for surfing Robin began to think, before she could think of an explanation to the question she had possed to herself the man said , " Yes, I know your name is Robin Reynolds and I also know of your love of the beach. As a matter of fact I know quite abit about you. Here take my card call me if you would like to talk about a job. My organization could use someone of your special talent." With that he handed her a business card that read " Information Extraction Specialists". As Robin read the words she began to pose a question to the man but when she looked up he was no where to be found. Robin shrugged off the encounter and slid the business card inside her pocket. She finished her beer and returned to the couch where Stacy was slowly waking up. Stacy looked at Robin with fear in her eyes. " Oh, Stacy I was only messing around. C'mon were buds. I got a little carried away that's all." Robin said smiling down on her friend." I'm sorry." Robin finished her apology. " O.K. I guess it was all in good fun....But I'm confused by one thing though" Stacy whispered to Robin, her voice still raspy and raw from the tickling. " What's that Stacy?" Stacy thought for another moment " I've had plenty of people try and tickle me, and I have never laughed. I didn't think that I was ticklish at all. How were you able to tickle torture me when everyone else has failed who tried?" " I dunno Stacy. Maybe it's a gift", Robin sail smiling.
End of part 1.....maybe
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