This is Part 2 of Amy’s wager with her co-workers. I would like to point out the scandalous nature of the antics of the two antagonists, who just happen to be female. These girls’ treachery knew no bounds. They placed me between a rock and a hard place…eh who am I to complain? My nerves may have been ruined and I may have lost years off my life, but I got some great tickling in so fair trade, no? I can’t express this enough: all these ridiculous incidents are true. Even as I recount these stories, I can hardly believe the bullshit that was pulled.
I have said before that I was involved in Student Government, so I went to many meetings. The day after the Kim escapade, I had such a meeting. For this particular meeting, I had to wear a jacket and tie. On my way back to the UC, I passed a fountain where folks sit and eat lunch. I must have been in my own world because I didn’t even notice the two succubi trying to steal my soul.
“Woo Hoo!! Ain’t you sexy!” I turn to see Beth and Amy sitting on a bench grinning ear to ear. Amy was wearing some black and grey pinstripe slacks, little strappy sandals and a purple blouse. She had dyed her hair back to her natural chestnut brown, but her toenails were bright orange. Beth, who called me sexy, was wearing her sorority’s letters, some short denim shorts, and white flip-flops.
I know you’re not going to just walk by like we’re invisible.” Amy said as she got up to straighten my tie. We exchanged maddeningly sweet pet-names and kissed briefly.
“Hey where’s my kiss?” Beth joked.
“Oh no, this one’s mine.” Amy was about 5 inches taller than me. So she stood behind me with her arms around my neck and stuck her tongue at Beth. I was still uncomfortable about all that occurred yesterday with Kim. Their playful exchange was not well received by me, but I couldn’t let them see that.
“Amy, I don’t take no for an answer.” If I could have seen Amy’s face, I would have picked up on the silent communication between the girls. To diffuse the situation, I blew a kiss to Beth. She performed an elaborate pantomime of catching the kiss, sealing it in her heart and enjoying a mini orgasm (Oy vey).
“And that’s all you get, you nasty slut.” We all laughed at that. I didn’t even have to force a laugh because Amy’s delivery of one-liners tended to be quite good. We continued to talk a bit mainly discussing plans for tonight. I had to write a report on the meeting so I left the girls for my office. It wasn’t really an office. It was 4 cubicles that I share with other chairpersons. It was 2:30 and I went on weekend duty at 4pm, so I had an hour and a half to figure out what to tell Amy. I encountered a fellow committee chair, who just happened to be one of Beth’s sisters. She was leaving for the day and as she left, I heard one of foot lovers’ favorite sounds: flip-flops striking someone’s sole while they are walking. However the voice attached to that blessed sound was totally unexpected and somewhat unwanted. Beth’s light, raspy energetic southern twang was heard talking to her sorority sister. She then inquired of my whereabouts. A big chunk of ice formed in my gut because I knew what was next.
“There you are! Now I got you all to myself.” Beth said confidently as she strode to my desk. She placed her hand lovingly on my bald head and began to caress it. Damn, Damn, Damn, DAMN!!! This is so not fair. I must disarm her someway.
“Where’s my girl, Amy?” Yes, that’ll do it.
“Oh, she had to go to the Ag building for something.” Fuck. She wasn’t fazed a bit. Her hand migrated down to my neck and she subtly pulled me closer. I then noticed her perfume and it was enchanting. Who is this bitch, Calypso? Then she did something completely unexpected: she was honest.
“I’ll be honest with ya. I want, no need you to do something for me.” Beth pulled up a chair, crossed her legs, and dangled her flip-flop off her foot. She then told me about a week ago the girls in the office were talking about the nicest thing a former or current boyfriend did for them. When it got around to Amy, she told them I would give her foot massages whenever she desired and I gave the best. I nodded my head signaling the truth of the statement. So Amy did out me in a sense. She probably didn’t mention the tickling. It didn’t matter anyway; the episode with Kim let that cat out of the bag. I just prayed Kim was more discreet than I was careful.
“I know this is very forward, but would you give me one?” Beth asked plainly. Forward my ass, this was aggressive. I sat there and pondered for awhile. I was probably toast with Amy, so now what? To quote the great Richard Pryor, “If you have to go off, go all the way off.” I got up and went to the Beth’s sister’s desk; I knew she had some Victoria’s Secret body lotion. I was about to be killed off of As the Amy Turns, so might as well audition for the Young & Bethless. Beth clapped in anticipation and slipped her shoes off. I took her left foot, applied some lotion and began kneading her foot. She leaned back and closed her eyes. We chatted here and there. I switched feet and kept the first one in my lap. Beth seemed to be falling asleep…can’t have that can we. I ran one finger slowly up her sole. She smiled slightly but kept her eyes closed. I done it again and got a soft giggle and a small slit in her eyes.
“My brother used to tickle me as a kid. I have a pretty good tolerance built up. Though he never really got my feet…” It was as if she didn’t realize what she was saying until she was saying it. Her eyes opened wide with an expression of equal parts begging and warning. It didn’t work. I scribbled my fingers all over her lotioned feet. Her laugh was definitely original. I was a mix of a holler and a cackle, a hackle, I suppose. It wasn’t until years later that I heard that laugh again. Tickling Paradise’s video Miss Ticklish USA had a girl that sounded just like Beth. It was Marilyn, the girl from Florida. She was the last one and had on Coca-Cola pants. After about 10 seconds, I began to rub her feet again. I would never let her get too comfortable; I would always sneak a few tickles in. It was about ten till 3 and I had work to do. I told her that I would rub her feet for 5 more minutes if she can take 1 minute of tickling. To my surprise, she didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the lotion and flipped it to me. She crossed her ankles in my lap and smirked at me confidently. So I applied some more lotion and began to massage her feet again. This perplexed her.
“I’ll save the tickling for last.” I said noticing her puzzlement. She shrugged and settled back in the chair.
“Amy did not exaggerate; you are very good at this.” Beth said with a smile. Our eyes met and there was something there, for only a fleeting moment but there nonetheless. I rubbed her feet for a little bit more than 5 minutes so now it was fun time.
“You ready for other part?” She nodded and braced herself. I started in her high arches and worked the center of her feet. She hackled and started to slide out of the chair.
“Wooo! WOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHAAAAA! OH MY GOD NO!!! Please STOOOHAHAHAP!!” I went for the gusto and wrapped my arm around her kicking ankles and tickled her toes.
“Oh my God no, no, no NO!! Not there! NOT MY TOES!! YOU BASTARD!!” Her laughter and curses just spurred me on. Beth eventually slid out of the chair and turned on her belly and tried to crawl away. I stepped over her legs and kept up the tickles. She began to plead and bang her fists. I finally released her and sat back down. She rolled over and just laid there laughing red-faced.
“Do you do that to Amy?”
“Only when she’s bad, and you have been pretty bad lately. Do you need help up?” She flipped me off. Taking that as a yes, I scooped her up and set on her feet. We shared another look. She again broke into laughter and started fanning herself.
“Whew that was fun! I think I enjoyed that more than I should’ve.” She then gave me a hug. Not a Kim “you are my new buddy” around the neck hug. This was a around the waist, pussy rub on leg hug. A hug that Amy would give me. She then scribbled her number on some paper. She picked up her shoes and started to leave. She turned and said call her if I get bored.
“Oh yeah, let’s keep this between us, okay?” She continued to walk out barefoot. I followed her from a distance until she hit the corner and she never put her shoes on. It was three o’clock, so I quickly wrote the report and got back to the dorm for weekend duty.
Amy came over around 6, and I still hadn’t figured out how to tell her. I was obviously worried about her response. I didn’t think she would go all Pulp Fiction on me; but maybe a “motherfucker” or two or at least a couple of slaps across my milk dud. After a great meal, through which I was fairly quiet, we were watching a movie (Half Baked on VHS, I just dated myself) and she sensed trouble.
“Okay baby, you have been quiet all night. What’s wrong?” With long sigh, I began retelling the events over the last couple of days. Amy’s eyes never left mine. Her expression never changed. I never saw a noticeable emotion change. After I finished, Amy sat there quiet. I was awaiting an explosion but what I got was an eruption of laughter and cheers. WTF?
“Uhhhh…what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked completely taken aback. Amy had realized I said something and just pounced on me and knocked me to the floor.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!! I love you baby.” Okay this was fucking me up. Amy covered her mouth and began to laugh uncontrollably. She told me to not be mad and basically told me the same story Beth had earlier about me giving massages. Then the truth came out. In two weeks a special speaker was coming to campus and either Amy, Beth or Kim had to work the event that started 6pm Saturday with a reception from 8-9. Beth wanted to go to this party. Kim had tickets to this out of town concert. Amy wanted to see this play also out of town. Good sense would tell you that Amy and Kim just convince Beth to work since her party starts at 11 and is in town. But Beth (scandalous heifer!) came with the idea: since Amy bragged about my massage skills, she was going to trick me into giving her a foot massage and have me keep it a secret. Kim thought that I would give either of them one, but if confronted would admit the deed. Amy thought that I would give both of them a foot rub, but would feel guilty and tell her immediately. I was shocked, angry and a bit turned on.
“You played me." I said standing up. My anger was being replaced by horny feelings of revenge.
“Are you really mad? I’m sorry baby, but I KNOW you. I had faith in you too.” Amy came toward me and I turned away with a grunt. This feint had the desired effect: it took the heat off me and placed it on her.
“I’m so so so sorry.” Amy was wrapping her arms around me; I spun around and attacked her ribs. She gasped in surprise and nearly fell back. I spun her around and gently swept her feet, setting her face down. At first I didn’t say shit. I just tickled her hips making Amy wail and buck like crazy. Then I spun, facing her feet soles up. Now’s time for shit talkin.
“Yeah, you muthafuckers thought you were going to play me like a fool. I got your ass now. I ought to grab Beth and tickle her in front of you!” I said while slowly taking her shoes off. She laughed at that statement but started to protest. I wasn’t hearing it. Every time she tried to say something; I would tickle her feet. I scratched her soles and stroked her toes for nearly 5 minutes. Amy was completely spent. We both apologized again and spent the rest of the night making up…
Since Amy won the wager, she got off that weekend. They agreed that Beth lost and so she worked. It came down to since both Amy and Kim were going out of town, Beth would stay. Wasn’t that my goddamn idea?
Shit. I ended up taking a trip with Amy…paying for EVERYTHING. That was my penance for messing off with Beth and Kim. Wasn’t much of a punishment however, I enjoyed the play, dinner and Amy’s company. Needless to say, I was scarce around Amy’s office for the rest of the semester. Looking back, I wish Amy would have told me before hand but the tickling was awesome and is a great story to recount for those in our community.
TS
I have said before that I was involved in Student Government, so I went to many meetings. The day after the Kim escapade, I had such a meeting. For this particular meeting, I had to wear a jacket and tie. On my way back to the UC, I passed a fountain where folks sit and eat lunch. I must have been in my own world because I didn’t even notice the two succubi trying to steal my soul.
“Woo Hoo!! Ain’t you sexy!” I turn to see Beth and Amy sitting on a bench grinning ear to ear. Amy was wearing some black and grey pinstripe slacks, little strappy sandals and a purple blouse. She had dyed her hair back to her natural chestnut brown, but her toenails were bright orange. Beth, who called me sexy, was wearing her sorority’s letters, some short denim shorts, and white flip-flops.
I know you’re not going to just walk by like we’re invisible.” Amy said as she got up to straighten my tie. We exchanged maddeningly sweet pet-names and kissed briefly.
“Hey where’s my kiss?” Beth joked.
“Oh no, this one’s mine.” Amy was about 5 inches taller than me. So she stood behind me with her arms around my neck and stuck her tongue at Beth. I was still uncomfortable about all that occurred yesterday with Kim. Their playful exchange was not well received by me, but I couldn’t let them see that.
“Amy, I don’t take no for an answer.” If I could have seen Amy’s face, I would have picked up on the silent communication between the girls. To diffuse the situation, I blew a kiss to Beth. She performed an elaborate pantomime of catching the kiss, sealing it in her heart and enjoying a mini orgasm (Oy vey).
“And that’s all you get, you nasty slut.” We all laughed at that. I didn’t even have to force a laugh because Amy’s delivery of one-liners tended to be quite good. We continued to talk a bit mainly discussing plans for tonight. I had to write a report on the meeting so I left the girls for my office. It wasn’t really an office. It was 4 cubicles that I share with other chairpersons. It was 2:30 and I went on weekend duty at 4pm, so I had an hour and a half to figure out what to tell Amy. I encountered a fellow committee chair, who just happened to be one of Beth’s sisters. She was leaving for the day and as she left, I heard one of foot lovers’ favorite sounds: flip-flops striking someone’s sole while they are walking. However the voice attached to that blessed sound was totally unexpected and somewhat unwanted. Beth’s light, raspy energetic southern twang was heard talking to her sorority sister. She then inquired of my whereabouts. A big chunk of ice formed in my gut because I knew what was next.
“There you are! Now I got you all to myself.” Beth said confidently as she strode to my desk. She placed her hand lovingly on my bald head and began to caress it. Damn, Damn, Damn, DAMN!!! This is so not fair. I must disarm her someway.
“Where’s my girl, Amy?” Yes, that’ll do it.
“Oh, she had to go to the Ag building for something.” Fuck. She wasn’t fazed a bit. Her hand migrated down to my neck and she subtly pulled me closer. I then noticed her perfume and it was enchanting. Who is this bitch, Calypso? Then she did something completely unexpected: she was honest.
“I’ll be honest with ya. I want, no need you to do something for me.” Beth pulled up a chair, crossed her legs, and dangled her flip-flop off her foot. She then told me about a week ago the girls in the office were talking about the nicest thing a former or current boyfriend did for them. When it got around to Amy, she told them I would give her foot massages whenever she desired and I gave the best. I nodded my head signaling the truth of the statement. So Amy did out me in a sense. She probably didn’t mention the tickling. It didn’t matter anyway; the episode with Kim let that cat out of the bag. I just prayed Kim was more discreet than I was careful.
“I know this is very forward, but would you give me one?” Beth asked plainly. Forward my ass, this was aggressive. I sat there and pondered for awhile. I was probably toast with Amy, so now what? To quote the great Richard Pryor, “If you have to go off, go all the way off.” I got up and went to the Beth’s sister’s desk; I knew she had some Victoria’s Secret body lotion. I was about to be killed off of As the Amy Turns, so might as well audition for the Young & Bethless. Beth clapped in anticipation and slipped her shoes off. I took her left foot, applied some lotion and began kneading her foot. She leaned back and closed her eyes. We chatted here and there. I switched feet and kept the first one in my lap. Beth seemed to be falling asleep…can’t have that can we. I ran one finger slowly up her sole. She smiled slightly but kept her eyes closed. I done it again and got a soft giggle and a small slit in her eyes.
“My brother used to tickle me as a kid. I have a pretty good tolerance built up. Though he never really got my feet…” It was as if she didn’t realize what she was saying until she was saying it. Her eyes opened wide with an expression of equal parts begging and warning. It didn’t work. I scribbled my fingers all over her lotioned feet. Her laugh was definitely original. I was a mix of a holler and a cackle, a hackle, I suppose. It wasn’t until years later that I heard that laugh again. Tickling Paradise’s video Miss Ticklish USA had a girl that sounded just like Beth. It was Marilyn, the girl from Florida. She was the last one and had on Coca-Cola pants. After about 10 seconds, I began to rub her feet again. I would never let her get too comfortable; I would always sneak a few tickles in. It was about ten till 3 and I had work to do. I told her that I would rub her feet for 5 more minutes if she can take 1 minute of tickling. To my surprise, she didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the lotion and flipped it to me. She crossed her ankles in my lap and smirked at me confidently. So I applied some more lotion and began to massage her feet again. This perplexed her.
“I’ll save the tickling for last.” I said noticing her puzzlement. She shrugged and settled back in the chair.
“Amy did not exaggerate; you are very good at this.” Beth said with a smile. Our eyes met and there was something there, for only a fleeting moment but there nonetheless. I rubbed her feet for a little bit more than 5 minutes so now it was fun time.
“You ready for other part?” She nodded and braced herself. I started in her high arches and worked the center of her feet. She hackled and started to slide out of the chair.
“Wooo! WOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHAAAAA! OH MY GOD NO!!! Please STOOOHAHAHAP!!” I went for the gusto and wrapped my arm around her kicking ankles and tickled her toes.
“Oh my God no, no, no NO!! Not there! NOT MY TOES!! YOU BASTARD!!” Her laughter and curses just spurred me on. Beth eventually slid out of the chair and turned on her belly and tried to crawl away. I stepped over her legs and kept up the tickles. She began to plead and bang her fists. I finally released her and sat back down. She rolled over and just laid there laughing red-faced.
“Do you do that to Amy?”
“Only when she’s bad, and you have been pretty bad lately. Do you need help up?” She flipped me off. Taking that as a yes, I scooped her up and set on her feet. We shared another look. She again broke into laughter and started fanning herself.
“Whew that was fun! I think I enjoyed that more than I should’ve.” She then gave me a hug. Not a Kim “you are my new buddy” around the neck hug. This was a around the waist, pussy rub on leg hug. A hug that Amy would give me. She then scribbled her number on some paper. She picked up her shoes and started to leave. She turned and said call her if I get bored.
“Oh yeah, let’s keep this between us, okay?” She continued to walk out barefoot. I followed her from a distance until she hit the corner and she never put her shoes on. It was three o’clock, so I quickly wrote the report and got back to the dorm for weekend duty.
Amy came over around 6, and I still hadn’t figured out how to tell her. I was obviously worried about her response. I didn’t think she would go all Pulp Fiction on me; but maybe a “motherfucker” or two or at least a couple of slaps across my milk dud. After a great meal, through which I was fairly quiet, we were watching a movie (Half Baked on VHS, I just dated myself) and she sensed trouble.
“Okay baby, you have been quiet all night. What’s wrong?” With long sigh, I began retelling the events over the last couple of days. Amy’s eyes never left mine. Her expression never changed. I never saw a noticeable emotion change. After I finished, Amy sat there quiet. I was awaiting an explosion but what I got was an eruption of laughter and cheers. WTF?
“Uhhhh…what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked completely taken aback. Amy had realized I said something and just pounced on me and knocked me to the floor.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!! I love you baby.” Okay this was fucking me up. Amy covered her mouth and began to laugh uncontrollably. She told me to not be mad and basically told me the same story Beth had earlier about me giving massages. Then the truth came out. In two weeks a special speaker was coming to campus and either Amy, Beth or Kim had to work the event that started 6pm Saturday with a reception from 8-9. Beth wanted to go to this party. Kim had tickets to this out of town concert. Amy wanted to see this play also out of town. Good sense would tell you that Amy and Kim just convince Beth to work since her party starts at 11 and is in town. But Beth (scandalous heifer!) came with the idea: since Amy bragged about my massage skills, she was going to trick me into giving her a foot massage and have me keep it a secret. Kim thought that I would give either of them one, but if confronted would admit the deed. Amy thought that I would give both of them a foot rub, but would feel guilty and tell her immediately. I was shocked, angry and a bit turned on.
“You played me." I said standing up. My anger was being replaced by horny feelings of revenge.
“Are you really mad? I’m sorry baby, but I KNOW you. I had faith in you too.” Amy came toward me and I turned away with a grunt. This feint had the desired effect: it took the heat off me and placed it on her.
“I’m so so so sorry.” Amy was wrapping her arms around me; I spun around and attacked her ribs. She gasped in surprise and nearly fell back. I spun her around and gently swept her feet, setting her face down. At first I didn’t say shit. I just tickled her hips making Amy wail and buck like crazy. Then I spun, facing her feet soles up. Now’s time for shit talkin.
“Yeah, you muthafuckers thought you were going to play me like a fool. I got your ass now. I ought to grab Beth and tickle her in front of you!” I said while slowly taking her shoes off. She laughed at that statement but started to protest. I wasn’t hearing it. Every time she tried to say something; I would tickle her feet. I scratched her soles and stroked her toes for nearly 5 minutes. Amy was completely spent. We both apologized again and spent the rest of the night making up…
Since Amy won the wager, she got off that weekend. They agreed that Beth lost and so she worked. It came down to since both Amy and Kim were going out of town, Beth would stay. Wasn’t that my goddamn idea?
Shit. I ended up taking a trip with Amy…paying for EVERYTHING. That was my penance for messing off with Beth and Kim. Wasn’t much of a punishment however, I enjoyed the play, dinner and Amy’s company. Needless to say, I was scarce around Amy’s office for the rest of the semester. Looking back, I wish Amy would have told me before hand but the tickling was awesome and is a great story to recount for those in our community. TS
