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Club Golica
(Club Tickle)
The man on the TV went on and on about this or that.
Mary, the blonde haired, blue eyed angelic woman,
sat on her couch, barely paying any attention to
what was happening on screen.
Mary's mind was preoccupied with an E-mail she had
got a few hours earlier.
"Come be part of the fun at Club Golica" The E-mail
read. It went on to give the time and address. Mary
had done a quick internet search for the club, but came
up empty.
Mary tried, but soon, curiosity got the best of her. It was
still a few hours before the set time. Mary shut off the
TV, and went to take a shower.
After Mary had stripped for her clothes, she decided
to take a quick look in the mirror.
Mary smiled, as she took in the sight of her body. She
still had a pretty nice figure, for a 40 year old.
Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. And, her
breasts, while starting to sag, still maintained a little of
their perky-ness.
She ran her fingers down over her flat tummy, glad to
see the early morning jogs were paying off.
Mary lived alone, and she preferred it that way. Sure. She
had been on dates with a few men, and a woman or two,
but, they had all ended badly.
She quiet enjoyed her alone time. It meant she didn't
have to answer to anyone. And, as she had found out,
she quiet enjoyed walking around the house with
little to no clothes on.
In the shower, Mary couldn't help but start wondering
what the word "Golica" meant.
She stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and
dried herself. She walked down the hallway, skyclad, to
the bedroom.
Throwing open her wardrobe, trying to decide what to
wear. She decided, finally, just to keep it simple. She
chose a plain white tee paired with blue jeans and
sneakers.
She went out, got in her car, and pulled out of the
driveway. The address of the club wasn't to far from
Mary's house, so she stood in front of the old, rundown
building in a matter of minutes.
There was a note hanging on a metal door. The word
"Knock" was written on it. Mary knocked three times,
finally, a slit opened in the door, and a set of eyes
appeared.
"Name?" Asked a gruff male voice. Mary told him her
name. And, explained about the E-mail .
After a few seconds, the door opened. Mary was led
down a dimly lit hallway. There were many closed
doors on either side of the hall. Mary could hear the
sounds of ticklish laughter coming from behind those
doors.
Mary gulped. 'What have I gotten myself into?' She
thought. "W-What is this..." She started to ask the
man in front of her. But, before she could finish, hands
shot out from the darkness, grabbing both her wrists.
Mary tried to fight, but whomever those hands belong
to was much stronger than she was. Mary was drug
into a room with a big "X" looking contraption.
Mary's wrists were restricted by metal cuffs. Soon
her ankles followed.
She gasped in surprise when she felt the device being
tilted. Mary, now, lay flat on her back, looking up at
the ceiling.
Mary sucked in a deep breath, as she felt the cold steel
of a knife slide up between her tummy and her
T-shirt. She listened as the material of the shirt was
tore away. She was seriously hating her decision not
to wear a bra. She couldn't help getting a little
embarrassed, knowing she was restrained there,
topless, in front of, no telling, how many eyes.
Her eyes widened in shock, as she remembered that
she had opted for no panties either. She hopeful that
her being there topless was enough to satisfy her,
as she now thought, captures.
Thankfully, the knife vanished. Only to be replaced
by the feeling of fingers un-tying her sneakers. She
tried to fight by wriggling her feet left to right, then
right to left. But, eventually, her bare soles were
revealed to the room.
"W-What are you going to do to me?" Mary asked, fear
evident in her voice. Mary heard the sound of high heels
hitting the tile floor.
"Oh. Don't worry my dear" A familiar female voice
said. "Heather!!?" Mary asked, shocked.
Heather and Mary had went out a couple of times and things
hadn't ended well. Heather was a beautiful woman. The
first thing that attracted Mary to Heather was her deep
green, almost jade-like, eyes.
Heather, like her flaming red hair, had a fiery
personality. And, unfortunately, a temper to match. It
was what led to their breakup.
Mary hadn't saw Heather in years. Last she heard,
Heather had moved up north to become an artist.
Mary took in a sharp inhale, as Heather's finger tip
touched the sole of her right foot. Heather always did
love to tickle Mary. And, in all honesty, Mary liked
being tickled by her. But, Mary's feet had always been
a "light" area due to how sensitive they were.
"Well, Well. Glad to see you remember me" Heather
said in a teasing tone. Mary bit her lower lip to keep
from giggling, as Heather started exploring her, very
vulnerable sole.
"Don't be shy guys. Join the fun" Heather said. Mary
didn't have time to react before hands shot out from
all directions. One on each side, tickling at her ribs.
One in each underarm, making her cry out in laughter.
And, one on each breast, tickling and teasing her nipples
making them into hardened nubs.
Mary couldn't hold back her laughter anymore. And,
broke in to a fit of silent laughter.
Mary tried her best to squirm and buck the hands away
but this only seemed to cause all the invading fingers
to tickle faster and harder. Sending her in to fits of
mass hysteria.
"Aw. Is someone ticklish?" Heather teased, her fingers
now moved up to Mary's toes. " fu-hahaha-ck you" said
Mary through tears of laughter.
Mary liked to be tickled. But, she lost her mind when
anyone teased her. And, Heather knew this, and was
taking full advantage.
"Oh. Don't worry. We'll get to that...eventually" Heather
teased, a slight giggle in her voice.
The End
Club Golica
(Club Tickle)
The man on the TV went on and on about this or that.
Mary, the blonde haired, blue eyed angelic woman,
sat on her couch, barely paying any attention to
what was happening on screen.
Mary's mind was preoccupied with an E-mail she had
got a few hours earlier.
"Come be part of the fun at Club Golica" The E-mail
read. It went on to give the time and address. Mary
had done a quick internet search for the club, but came
up empty.
Mary tried, but soon, curiosity got the best of her. It was
still a few hours before the set time. Mary shut off the
TV, and went to take a shower.
After Mary had stripped for her clothes, she decided
to take a quick look in the mirror.
Mary smiled, as she took in the sight of her body. She
still had a pretty nice figure, for a 40 year old.
Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. And, her
breasts, while starting to sag, still maintained a little of
their perky-ness.
She ran her fingers down over her flat tummy, glad to
see the early morning jogs were paying off.
Mary lived alone, and she preferred it that way. Sure. She
had been on dates with a few men, and a woman or two,
but, they had all ended badly.
She quiet enjoyed her alone time. It meant she didn't
have to answer to anyone. And, as she had found out,
she quiet enjoyed walking around the house with
little to no clothes on.
In the shower, Mary couldn't help but start wondering
what the word "Golica" meant.
She stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and
dried herself. She walked down the hallway, skyclad, to
the bedroom.
Throwing open her wardrobe, trying to decide what to
wear. She decided, finally, just to keep it simple. She
chose a plain white tee paired with blue jeans and
sneakers.
She went out, got in her car, and pulled out of the
driveway. The address of the club wasn't to far from
Mary's house, so she stood in front of the old, rundown
building in a matter of minutes.
There was a note hanging on a metal door. The word
"Knock" was written on it. Mary knocked three times,
finally, a slit opened in the door, and a set of eyes
appeared.
"Name?" Asked a gruff male voice. Mary told him her
name. And, explained about the E-mail .
After a few seconds, the door opened. Mary was led
down a dimly lit hallway. There were many closed
doors on either side of the hall. Mary could hear the
sounds of ticklish laughter coming from behind those
doors.
Mary gulped. 'What have I gotten myself into?' She
thought. "W-What is this..." She started to ask the
man in front of her. But, before she could finish, hands
shot out from the darkness, grabbing both her wrists.
Mary tried to fight, but whomever those hands belong
to was much stronger than she was. Mary was drug
into a room with a big "X" looking contraption.
Mary's wrists were restricted by metal cuffs. Soon
her ankles followed.
She gasped in surprise when she felt the device being
tilted. Mary, now, lay flat on her back, looking up at
the ceiling.
Mary sucked in a deep breath, as she felt the cold steel
of a knife slide up between her tummy and her
T-shirt. She listened as the material of the shirt was
tore away. She was seriously hating her decision not
to wear a bra. She couldn't help getting a little
embarrassed, knowing she was restrained there,
topless, in front of, no telling, how many eyes.
Her eyes widened in shock, as she remembered that
she had opted for no panties either. She hopeful that
her being there topless was enough to satisfy her,
as she now thought, captures.
Thankfully, the knife vanished. Only to be replaced
by the feeling of fingers un-tying her sneakers. She
tried to fight by wriggling her feet left to right, then
right to left. But, eventually, her bare soles were
revealed to the room.
"W-What are you going to do to me?" Mary asked, fear
evident in her voice. Mary heard the sound of high heels
hitting the tile floor.
"Oh. Don't worry my dear" A familiar female voice
said. "Heather!!?" Mary asked, shocked.
Heather and Mary had went out a couple of times and things
hadn't ended well. Heather was a beautiful woman. The
first thing that attracted Mary to Heather was her deep
green, almost jade-like, eyes.
Heather, like her flaming red hair, had a fiery
personality. And, unfortunately, a temper to match. It
was what led to their breakup.
Mary hadn't saw Heather in years. Last she heard,
Heather had moved up north to become an artist.
Mary took in a sharp inhale, as Heather's finger tip
touched the sole of her right foot. Heather always did
love to tickle Mary. And, in all honesty, Mary liked
being tickled by her. But, Mary's feet had always been
a "light" area due to how sensitive they were.
"Well, Well. Glad to see you remember me" Heather
said in a teasing tone. Mary bit her lower lip to keep
from giggling, as Heather started exploring her, very
vulnerable sole.
"Don't be shy guys. Join the fun" Heather said. Mary
didn't have time to react before hands shot out from
all directions. One on each side, tickling at her ribs.
One in each underarm, making her cry out in laughter.
And, one on each breast, tickling and teasing her nipples
making them into hardened nubs.
Mary couldn't hold back her laughter anymore. And,
broke in to a fit of silent laughter.
Mary tried her best to squirm and buck the hands away
but this only seemed to cause all the invading fingers
to tickle faster and harder. Sending her in to fits of
mass hysteria.
"Aw. Is someone ticklish?" Heather teased, her fingers
now moved up to Mary's toes. " fu-hahaha-ck you" said
Mary through tears of laughter.
Mary liked to be tickled. But, she lost her mind when
anyone teased her. And, Heather knew this, and was
taking full advantage.
"Oh. Don't worry. We'll get to that...eventually" Heather
teased, a slight giggle in her voice.
The End
