beerbaron2
TMF Novice
- Joined
- Sep 2, 2013
- Messages
- 61
- Points
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THE STORY SO FAR
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7: “Don’t You Dare Stop”
The video flickered to life. About 30 seconds later, Billie Starkz rolled into the empty ring.
Wearing leggings, a sports bra, and wrestling shoes, Billie leaned back against the ropes and then took off, sprinting forward as she ran across the ring, bouncing off the far ropes without breaking stride. Her purple hair fanned out behind her as, using that momentum, she accelerated and bounced off the near side ropes. And again. And again, gaining speed the entire time. At the end she jumped, snapping off a picture perfect flying heel kick to an invisible opponent. She rolled up to one knee upon impact, striking a pose and facing the camera. She held the pose for a few seconds, breathing hard, sweat dripping to the mat when...
Sudden applause from somewhere in the building.
"Bravo! A fine display of rope running indeed!"
Billie frowned at first, then smirked as she identified the voice.
"Hello, Toni," Billie said. "What brings you out here?" Billie looked over. "Oh! Oh, hi, Liv!"
"Out here" in this instance was a converted warehouse that one of Billie's AEW coworkers had converted into a private training space. Anyone who wanted ring time paid a small amount of monthly dues for 24/7 access.
The GoPro camera, still operating, saw Toni Storm approach the ring from stage left, wearing a blouse and pair of flared black pants. Toni promptly shed her white high heels and climbed barefoot into the ring.
Accompanying Toni was Liv Morgan, today clad in a long sleeved tee and a pair of low rider jeans. She pulled off her hoodie, kicked off her slides, then stepped inside the squared circle in socked feet.
Billie, standing, smiled as Toni pulled her into an enthusiastic hug.
"Always working to improve, I see..." Toni said.
Billie giggled. "Always." She extended a hand to Liv. "Nice to see you again. What's it been... Eight months?"
"Yep. One of the private training sessions at Flatbacks."
Billie nodded and paced a bit in the ring. "Seeing the two of you together is... Unexpected. Tells me you're up to something.”
Toni, feigning offense, turned to face the camera then whirled to Liv, who was leaning against the turnbuckle pads in the near corner.
“Up to something! Moi? Young Billiam, we merely came here to extend an offer.”
“A new … hobby we recently took up,” Liv added.
“Go on,” Billie said, standing there facing them, arms crossed, an amused expression on her face.
“A series of experiments in tactile sensation and manipulation!” Toni said.
“Like how?”
Liv, smirking, extended her fingers at Billie and wiggled them in the air. “Coochie coochie coo!”
“Oh. OH! Well that sounds awesome.”
A brief look between Toni and Liv.
“Indeed it is,” Toni said. “And I recalled a moment or two in the locker room where chance encounters suggested a certain vulnerability… And then there was that layover in Charlotte.”
“Hey!” Billie said. “I remember that one. I was just trying to take a nap…”
“Using your bag as a foot rest,” Toni said. “With your shoes off. You might as well have painted a bull’s eye upon them!”
“It's not about torture or control,” Liv added before Billie could respond. “We rotate. Everything with consent. It's always the person being tickled who chooses whether to have their boundaries tested… or push past them. There are a few more rules –”
Billie held up a hand. “You don't have to keep explaining. I'm in.”
Billie reached down and started untying her wrestling shoes and quickly kicked them off. She pulled her long socks down to her ankles and, lifting one foot off the mat at a time, tugged on the toes until the socks were hanging halfway off of her feet.
Then she flopped on her back on the mat between the two blondes. The impact created a BOOM! noise typical when a wrestler takes a bump in the ring.
“There are certain signals…” Liv began.
“Later,” Billie said. “I promise I'll let you know if I hate it.”
She raised her legs off the mat, waving her feet in the air, the dangling socks flapping.
“I did not expect such an eager response,” Toni said.
“Tickling’s fun!” Billie replied. “Now c’mon! Let me have it…”
A look passed between Toni and Liv. After a few silent seconds, Toni tilted her head in Billie’s direction and the two blondes approached. Billie, flat on her back on the mat, legs still in the air, socks flapping.
“Just say Pause when you need a break,” Liv said.
They began, each working a single foot.
Billie immediately burst into bright, unrestrained laughter.
“Ohohohohoan, good start!” Billie said.
The techniques were a contrast in styles. Toni, her arm hooked around the left ankle, fluttering her fingers with flourishes upon Billie’s entire sole, making sure to dance under the toes. Liv, more deliberate, probing, starting with two fingers dragging up and down the sole, then reaching out with a single finger.
“Someone’s testing hehehehe,” Billie said, suddenly arching her back and shrieking.
A broad smile from Liv as she started pressing her thumbs into the center of the arch
“Oh no she caught that!” Billie said. “Don't notice that! Don’t ohhhhohohoho!”
The tandem tickling continued.
“That's pretty bahahahad even in socks!” Billie said. She threw her head back, staring at the ceiling, laughing at the top of her lungs with abandon. The ring itself began to shake slightly.
Liv, who is facing Toni, looked up from her work. The camera caught a big smile on her face as she continued to explore Billie’s socked sole. Toni raised her head as well and then, on what seemed a silent count, they pulled her socks off in unison. Billie’s bare toes wiggled with their newfound freedom.
“There we go!” Billie said. “Gettin’ serious! Don’t forget my toes!”
Another brief look between Toni and Liv, then the Timeless One spoke up: “Let’s see how you handle this, darling…”
Within seconds, Billie began to convulse on the mat.
“Oh no, oh God, Oh My GOD don’t go slow—that’s worse…”
“We know!” Toni proclaimed as Billie melted into a giggling puddle on the mat, covering her face with both hands as she surrendered to the open laughter.
A nod between Toni and Liv, then…
“Ohhhh, you switched! That’s sneaky! Super duper sneaky!”
Now facing the camera, the GoPro caught a smile from Toni as she extends one foot and…
“HEY!” Billie said. “Sides too?! And with the TOES?!?! Sides and feet at once? That’s dihihihirthehehehehee…”
Liv, facing away from the camera, leaned down with her right hand.
“The knee! Behind the knee?!? Really?!?! Three spots at once? That’s super sneaky, I’m impressed ahahahaha!”
It continued that way, with a new proclamation from Billie with each freshly explored spot.
Fingers under the toes…
“Nope! Illegal! Illegal! Automatic DQ!”
Toni's fingers moved slowly between each toe in turn, deliberate and unhurried, as Billie's foot flexed hard against her grip trying to curl away from it and toward it at the same time.
One foot still held in the air as fingers skated across the backs of both knees…
“Ahhhh, the strategy! I HATE it, but super effective… Speaking of strategy, Toni, the thumbs on the arches? Devastating…”
“You certainly chatter on for someone in the midst of such comprehensive deconstruction,” Toni observed.
“Don’t make it weirdeeeeeehehehe!”
Liv's thumbs moved in slow opposing circles, one clockwise, one not. Billie, now howling, started pounding her fists into the mat.
An unspoken, simultaneous change in tempo, and target zones, sent Billie farther over the edge. She alternated between laughing at the top of her lungs and gasping for breath.
A brief lull in the action. Liv shifted to a light massage of her foot. Toni stopped altogether, studying.
Billie, flat on her back – breathless. Flushed. Hair a mess. Grinning like mad. With a grunt, she propped herself up on both elbows…
“Don’t you dare stop.”
Toni and Liv met one another’s gaze, and, without a word, resumed.
Going harder.
Faster.
With greater synchronicity.
Now it was on.
Fingers fluttered constantly under the toes.
Relentless scribbles across the arches.
Toes – bare for Toni, socked for Liv – wiggled against the sides in stereo.
Nails danced in the hollows of the knees.
Billie rode the wave - every inch of it. She embraced the chaos, filling the otherwise empty gym with an unabashed, unfiltered, delightfully desperate laughter.
Through it all, and the frantic reactions, Billie’s trash talk continued as best she could:
“I’m being bullied!”
“Do that again and I call my lawyer!”
“OK! OK! New combo! Let’s forget that, please!”
“PAUSE!”
Liv and Toni ceased and gently lowered Billie’s legs to the mat. She laid there for the next few minutes, trembling slightly all over, breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling like she would after taking the loss in a match. Through it all, a low chuckle. A different sound from the ones she emitted while being tickled.
Softer. Satiated.
With a grunt, Billie pulled herself up to a seated position.
“Worth it,” she said. “And that can be my cardio workout today! Hand me my water?”
Toni and Liv joined Billie, sitting on the mat. Liv handed Billie a reusable water bottle festooned with stickers.
“So you enjoyed?” Liv said.
Billie, taking deep gulps, merely nodded. Toni clapped her hands in delight:
“A successful recruitment indeed!”
Billie lowered the bottle from her lips. “I have some questions, though.”
“Shoot,” Liv said.
“You guys do this all the time?!?”
“When the opportunity arises around our schedules,” Toni said. “In the meantime, we keep the pump primed with messages and video chats.”
Billie nodded, taking another drink, then: “So, we can do this again?”
“Whenever you like!” Toni replied.
Billie, still smiling, set the bottle beside her on the mat. “Oh, and also … you said something about rotation?”
“I…” Toni trailed off. Billie pounced, going right for Toni’s sides. The Timeless One squealed under the young wrestler’s busy wriggling fingers. Liv, smirking, joined in by scraping her fingers up Toni’s soles. Billie turned and grabbed for Liv.
“Noooo, not the socks!” Liv squealed.
“Get off the toes!” Toni said a few seconds later, her Timeless voice entirely absent.
The scene became a scramble of limbs, whipping hair, and loud laughter that echoed through the gym.
Later, when it was over and Toni and Liv had left, contact information having been shared, a still-flushed and smiling Billie walked past the GoPro and paused.
“Oh man, I never cut the camera off,” she said. “Oh man! I never cut the camera off!”
A beaming grin from Billie as the video ended.
To Be Continued
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7: “Don’t You Dare Stop”
The video flickered to life. About 30 seconds later, Billie Starkz rolled into the empty ring.
Wearing leggings, a sports bra, and wrestling shoes, Billie leaned back against the ropes and then took off, sprinting forward as she ran across the ring, bouncing off the far ropes without breaking stride. Her purple hair fanned out behind her as, using that momentum, she accelerated and bounced off the near side ropes. And again. And again, gaining speed the entire time. At the end she jumped, snapping off a picture perfect flying heel kick to an invisible opponent. She rolled up to one knee upon impact, striking a pose and facing the camera. She held the pose for a few seconds, breathing hard, sweat dripping to the mat when...
Sudden applause from somewhere in the building.
"Bravo! A fine display of rope running indeed!"
Billie frowned at first, then smirked as she identified the voice.
"Hello, Toni," Billie said. "What brings you out here?" Billie looked over. "Oh! Oh, hi, Liv!"
"Out here" in this instance was a converted warehouse that one of Billie's AEW coworkers had converted into a private training space. Anyone who wanted ring time paid a small amount of monthly dues for 24/7 access.
The GoPro camera, still operating, saw Toni Storm approach the ring from stage left, wearing a blouse and pair of flared black pants. Toni promptly shed her white high heels and climbed barefoot into the ring.
Accompanying Toni was Liv Morgan, today clad in a long sleeved tee and a pair of low rider jeans. She pulled off her hoodie, kicked off her slides, then stepped inside the squared circle in socked feet.
Billie, standing, smiled as Toni pulled her into an enthusiastic hug.
"Always working to improve, I see..." Toni said.
Billie giggled. "Always." She extended a hand to Liv. "Nice to see you again. What's it been... Eight months?"
"Yep. One of the private training sessions at Flatbacks."
Billie nodded and paced a bit in the ring. "Seeing the two of you together is... Unexpected. Tells me you're up to something.”
Toni, feigning offense, turned to face the camera then whirled to Liv, who was leaning against the turnbuckle pads in the near corner.
“Up to something! Moi? Young Billiam, we merely came here to extend an offer.”
“A new … hobby we recently took up,” Liv added.
“Go on,” Billie said, standing there facing them, arms crossed, an amused expression on her face.
“A series of experiments in tactile sensation and manipulation!” Toni said.
“Like how?”
Liv, smirking, extended her fingers at Billie and wiggled them in the air. “Coochie coochie coo!”
“Oh. OH! Well that sounds awesome.”
A brief look between Toni and Liv.
“Indeed it is,” Toni said. “And I recalled a moment or two in the locker room where chance encounters suggested a certain vulnerability… And then there was that layover in Charlotte.”
“Hey!” Billie said. “I remember that one. I was just trying to take a nap…”
“Using your bag as a foot rest,” Toni said. “With your shoes off. You might as well have painted a bull’s eye upon them!”
“It's not about torture or control,” Liv added before Billie could respond. “We rotate. Everything with consent. It's always the person being tickled who chooses whether to have their boundaries tested… or push past them. There are a few more rules –”
Billie held up a hand. “You don't have to keep explaining. I'm in.”
Billie reached down and started untying her wrestling shoes and quickly kicked them off. She pulled her long socks down to her ankles and, lifting one foot off the mat at a time, tugged on the toes until the socks were hanging halfway off of her feet.
Then she flopped on her back on the mat between the two blondes. The impact created a BOOM! noise typical when a wrestler takes a bump in the ring.
“There are certain signals…” Liv began.
“Later,” Billie said. “I promise I'll let you know if I hate it.”
She raised her legs off the mat, waving her feet in the air, the dangling socks flapping.
“I did not expect such an eager response,” Toni said.
“Tickling’s fun!” Billie replied. “Now c’mon! Let me have it…”
A look passed between Toni and Liv. After a few silent seconds, Toni tilted her head in Billie’s direction and the two blondes approached. Billie, flat on her back on the mat, legs still in the air, socks flapping.
“Just say Pause when you need a break,” Liv said.
They began, each working a single foot.
Billie immediately burst into bright, unrestrained laughter.
“Ohohohohoan, good start!” Billie said.
The techniques were a contrast in styles. Toni, her arm hooked around the left ankle, fluttering her fingers with flourishes upon Billie’s entire sole, making sure to dance under the toes. Liv, more deliberate, probing, starting with two fingers dragging up and down the sole, then reaching out with a single finger.
“Someone’s testing hehehehe,” Billie said, suddenly arching her back and shrieking.
A broad smile from Liv as she started pressing her thumbs into the center of the arch
“Oh no she caught that!” Billie said. “Don't notice that! Don’t ohhhhohohoho!”
The tandem tickling continued.
“That's pretty bahahahad even in socks!” Billie said. She threw her head back, staring at the ceiling, laughing at the top of her lungs with abandon. The ring itself began to shake slightly.
Liv, who is facing Toni, looked up from her work. The camera caught a big smile on her face as she continued to explore Billie’s socked sole. Toni raised her head as well and then, on what seemed a silent count, they pulled her socks off in unison. Billie’s bare toes wiggled with their newfound freedom.
“There we go!” Billie said. “Gettin’ serious! Don’t forget my toes!”
Another brief look between Toni and Liv, then the Timeless One spoke up: “Let’s see how you handle this, darling…”
Within seconds, Billie began to convulse on the mat.
“Oh no, oh God, Oh My GOD don’t go slow—that’s worse…”
“We know!” Toni proclaimed as Billie melted into a giggling puddle on the mat, covering her face with both hands as she surrendered to the open laughter.
A nod between Toni and Liv, then…
“Ohhhh, you switched! That’s sneaky! Super duper sneaky!”
Now facing the camera, the GoPro caught a smile from Toni as she extends one foot and…
“HEY!” Billie said. “Sides too?! And with the TOES?!?! Sides and feet at once? That’s dihihihirthehehehehee…”
Liv, facing away from the camera, leaned down with her right hand.
“The knee! Behind the knee?!? Really?!?! Three spots at once? That’s super sneaky, I’m impressed ahahahaha!”
It continued that way, with a new proclamation from Billie with each freshly explored spot.
Fingers under the toes…
“Nope! Illegal! Illegal! Automatic DQ!”
Toni's fingers moved slowly between each toe in turn, deliberate and unhurried, as Billie's foot flexed hard against her grip trying to curl away from it and toward it at the same time.
One foot still held in the air as fingers skated across the backs of both knees…
“Ahhhh, the strategy! I HATE it, but super effective… Speaking of strategy, Toni, the thumbs on the arches? Devastating…”
“You certainly chatter on for someone in the midst of such comprehensive deconstruction,” Toni observed.
“Don’t make it weirdeeeeeehehehe!”
Liv's thumbs moved in slow opposing circles, one clockwise, one not. Billie, now howling, started pounding her fists into the mat.
An unspoken, simultaneous change in tempo, and target zones, sent Billie farther over the edge. She alternated between laughing at the top of her lungs and gasping for breath.
A brief lull in the action. Liv shifted to a light massage of her foot. Toni stopped altogether, studying.
Billie, flat on her back – breathless. Flushed. Hair a mess. Grinning like mad. With a grunt, she propped herself up on both elbows…
“Don’t you dare stop.”
Toni and Liv met one another’s gaze, and, without a word, resumed.
Going harder.
Faster.
With greater synchronicity.
Now it was on.
Fingers fluttered constantly under the toes.
Relentless scribbles across the arches.
Toes – bare for Toni, socked for Liv – wiggled against the sides in stereo.
Nails danced in the hollows of the knees.
Billie rode the wave - every inch of it. She embraced the chaos, filling the otherwise empty gym with an unabashed, unfiltered, delightfully desperate laughter.
Through it all, and the frantic reactions, Billie’s trash talk continued as best she could:
“I’m being bullied!”
“Do that again and I call my lawyer!”
“OK! OK! New combo! Let’s forget that, please!”
“PAUSE!”
Liv and Toni ceased and gently lowered Billie’s legs to the mat. She laid there for the next few minutes, trembling slightly all over, breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling like she would after taking the loss in a match. Through it all, a low chuckle. A different sound from the ones she emitted while being tickled.
Softer. Satiated.
With a grunt, Billie pulled herself up to a seated position.
“Worth it,” she said. “And that can be my cardio workout today! Hand me my water?”
Toni and Liv joined Billie, sitting on the mat. Liv handed Billie a reusable water bottle festooned with stickers.
“So you enjoyed?” Liv said.
Billie, taking deep gulps, merely nodded. Toni clapped her hands in delight:
“A successful recruitment indeed!”
Billie lowered the bottle from her lips. “I have some questions, though.”
“Shoot,” Liv said.
“You guys do this all the time?!?”
“When the opportunity arises around our schedules,” Toni said. “In the meantime, we keep the pump primed with messages and video chats.”
Billie nodded, taking another drink, then: “So, we can do this again?”
“Whenever you like!” Toni replied.
Billie, still smiling, set the bottle beside her on the mat. “Oh, and also … you said something about rotation?”
“I…” Toni trailed off. Billie pounced, going right for Toni’s sides. The Timeless One squealed under the young wrestler’s busy wriggling fingers. Liv, smirking, joined in by scraping her fingers up Toni’s soles. Billie turned and grabbed for Liv.
“Noooo, not the socks!” Liv squealed.
“Get off the toes!” Toni said a few seconds later, her Timeless voice entirely absent.
The scene became a scramble of limbs, whipping hair, and loud laughter that echoed through the gym.
Later, when it was over and Toni and Liv had left, contact information having been shared, a still-flushed and smiling Billie walked past the GoPro and paused.
“Oh man, I never cut the camera off,” she said. “Oh man! I never cut the camera off!”
A beaming grin from Billie as the video ended.
To Be Continued
