beerbaron2
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Author's note: This one is much more of a setup piece for what comes next, but there's a little tickling sprinkled in for good measure.
The Story So Far
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4: Liv Morgan and Toni Storn in the Green Room
The convention floor had finally gone quiet. As the last few attendees lingered in the main exhibit hall, a green room for talent provided solace for Liv Morgan. She flopped down on an old but comfortable couch, dropped her designer sneakers on the floor beside her, and curled up as she drank from a bottle of water.
Once her thirst had been sated, “I’m never doing anything like that again,” she muttered to herself.
Her feet, encased in socks once more, flexed and curled. She closed her eyes, but her body betrayed any suggestion of total rest: by virtue of the occasional wince or hitch in her breath.
At last Liv’s shoulders drooped as relaxation set in across her body – until the green room door slammed open.
“Another award-worthy performance!”
Liv sighed, grumbled under her breath, and half-opened one eye to see a barefoot Toni Storm gliding into the room. Aside from a slightly rosey expression, she looked none the worse for wear from their time in the stocks. Opening her own bottle of water, Toni chugged where Liv had sipped, finishing the entire container in one go.
“How do you still have so much energy?” Liv said, uncurling slightly from her ball.
“How do you not?” Toni replied. My goodness, the endorphins! Trust me, darling, eventually the body begins to crave such stimulation…”
“Yeah, no. My days of being tickled in public are done, thanks.”
“You say that now,” Toni replied, now approaching the couch, “but the spotlight adored you.”
“It adored watching me suffer tickle torture?!”
“Watching our shared suffering, to be precise, darling.”
Toni ruffled her skirt and sat down at the other end of the couch, fanning herself with her right hand. With Liv still curled into a semi-ball, there was plenty of room.
The two women sat in silence for several minutes, scrolling on their phones.
Eventually, Toni’s eyes drifted away from her screen… down, to her right, to Liv’s feet.
Still in socks.
“Back in your armor, I see …” Toni inquired with one raised eyebrow.
Liv sighed and rolled her eyes.
“I’m merely asking, darling. No attempt to invade your territory is being made…”
Another beat of silence.
“They’re protection,” Liv said.
“I’m sorry?”
“The socks,” Liv said. “They’re protection. When I’m barefoot, it’s too much sensation. My brain can short circuit. I enjoy having that barrier between my skin and the ground.”
“Oh, not me, darling…” Toni extended her own legs out in front of her, rotating her feet at the ankles. “I avoid shoes whenever possible. It allows greater connection with the moment…”
“And more vulnerability to ticklish ambushes…” Liv said.
Toni side-eyed Liv, smirking. “Yes, a happy side benefit.”
Toni reached out leisurely, grasping the cuff of Liv’s sweat pants with a light touch and pulling her right foot forward. Then, Toni began massaging the arch of the foot with her thumbs.
Meanwhile: “Toni, I said don–oh–oh, damn…”
Silence reclaimed the room as Toni continued her ministrations on the right foot. She exerted more pressure, working from heel to arch, then back again. Liv inhaled sharply as Toni gripped her fabric-encased toes, then exhaled slowly as Toni began working each of them with her thumb in firm, tight circles. Liv laid back against the couch as Toni continued, then extended her left foot into the Timeless One’s lap, toes wiggling.
Toni paused, glancing at Liv.
“What? It got jealous…”
“You’re blushing, darling.”
Liv’s face turned a deeper red as Toni started in on the left foot with the same approach.
“You’re too good at this,” Liv said.
“Years of practice.”
More pressure now from Toni, but remaining under control.
“This is the second time tonight you’ve given me a hand…” Liv said.
“Ah, yes,” Toni said after taking a beat. “I believe we were leaning on each other in that moment, don’t you?”
“I wasn’t ready to break yet.”
“Nor I.”
Liv leaned back and enjoyed the after care for a couple more minutes, before pushing herself up and scooting with her elbows to lean her back against the arm of the couch.
“Your turn?”
Toni’s hands, which had been moving constantly but deliberately throughout the massage, paused. She rotated her hips and settled against the opposite arm of the couch, bringing her feet within Liv’s reach.
Mutual massage ensued, with Liv using the motions of Toni’s fingers as a guide to her own efforts. After a few minutes, Liv changed rhythm to match the one Toni was using on her own feet. A deep exhale from Toni, followed by some low murmurs of approval.
Toni leaned her head back, eyes closed, her hands still in motion.
“Just remember, I emerged victorious.”
“What? Did not! We tied!”
“You yielded twice, darling.”
“Only because I was waiting for you to give up. I saw it coming…”
“It may take a rematch to settle the score.”
“Absolutely not.”
Toni chuckled. “Very well.”
Another pause in banter, then: “When you think about it, this is more dangerous than what occurred on stage,” Toni said.
“How do you figure?”
“That was chaos. And this,” Toni said, then nodding at the mutual massage, “requires trust.”
As Toni said the word “trust”, she hooked one finger on the edge of Liv’s low-cut sock.
“May I?”
Liv took a deep breath, settled against the arm of the couch, and nodded.
Toni’s eyes flickered as her fingers approached bare skin now: with slow, methodical intent.
Liv whimpered briefly at the first touch, but then settled.
“Still intolerable?” Toni inquired.
“Still sensitive,” Liv conceded. “Still vulnerable.”
Toni went to work on the bare arch.
“And now?”
A satisfied hum from Liv: “Safer than I expected. Eep!”
A single finger brushed Liv’s sole.
“Total safety is dull, darling… Ack!”
Toni’s feet flailed in Liv’s light grip as fingers fluttered against her arches.
“I agree,” Liv said, eyes still closed, now smirking.
The massage continued, now occasionally disrupted by “mistakes” on either side.
A scrape of a nail under the toes.
A finger running a bit too aggressively up the length of the sole.
A sudden scribble of digits.
Each ended in giggles, followed by a faux apology.
Then an unspoken mutual armistice, as soothing massage became the order of the encounter for the next few minutes.
“You know,” Toni said, her character’s voice now drifting, “We learned something about one another during that event.”
“What’s that?”
“For one, that we are capable of withstanding more than I believe either of us thought capable from a sensory perspective,” Toni said. “And for two, that we have sensitive areas elsewhere than our feet.”
A pause from Liv.
“True.”
Toni paused, rolling Liv’s sock back into place. Liv frowned a bit, eyes slowly opening.
A deep breath from Toni, then: “Perhaps we should find a more private setting before we continue.”
“For discussion or exploration?” Liv inquired.
“Both.”
Another pause in the conversation.
"Hey, Toni."
"Yes, darling?"
“Hand me my sneakers?”
The Story So Far
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4: Liv Morgan and Toni Storn in the Green Room
The convention floor had finally gone quiet. As the last few attendees lingered in the main exhibit hall, a green room for talent provided solace for Liv Morgan. She flopped down on an old but comfortable couch, dropped her designer sneakers on the floor beside her, and curled up as she drank from a bottle of water.
Once her thirst had been sated, “I’m never doing anything like that again,” she muttered to herself.
Her feet, encased in socks once more, flexed and curled. She closed her eyes, but her body betrayed any suggestion of total rest: by virtue of the occasional wince or hitch in her breath.
At last Liv’s shoulders drooped as relaxation set in across her body – until the green room door slammed open.
“Another award-worthy performance!”
Liv sighed, grumbled under her breath, and half-opened one eye to see a barefoot Toni Storm gliding into the room. Aside from a slightly rosey expression, she looked none the worse for wear from their time in the stocks. Opening her own bottle of water, Toni chugged where Liv had sipped, finishing the entire container in one go.
“How do you still have so much energy?” Liv said, uncurling slightly from her ball.
“How do you not?” Toni replied. My goodness, the endorphins! Trust me, darling, eventually the body begins to crave such stimulation…”
“Yeah, no. My days of being tickled in public are done, thanks.”
“You say that now,” Toni replied, now approaching the couch, “but the spotlight adored you.”
“It adored watching me suffer tickle torture?!”
“Watching our shared suffering, to be precise, darling.”
Toni ruffled her skirt and sat down at the other end of the couch, fanning herself with her right hand. With Liv still curled into a semi-ball, there was plenty of room.
The two women sat in silence for several minutes, scrolling on their phones.
Eventually, Toni’s eyes drifted away from her screen… down, to her right, to Liv’s feet.
Still in socks.
“Back in your armor, I see …” Toni inquired with one raised eyebrow.
Liv sighed and rolled her eyes.
“I’m merely asking, darling. No attempt to invade your territory is being made…”
Another beat of silence.
“They’re protection,” Liv said.
“I’m sorry?”
“The socks,” Liv said. “They’re protection. When I’m barefoot, it’s too much sensation. My brain can short circuit. I enjoy having that barrier between my skin and the ground.”
“Oh, not me, darling…” Toni extended her own legs out in front of her, rotating her feet at the ankles. “I avoid shoes whenever possible. It allows greater connection with the moment…”
“And more vulnerability to ticklish ambushes…” Liv said.
Toni side-eyed Liv, smirking. “Yes, a happy side benefit.”
Toni reached out leisurely, grasping the cuff of Liv’s sweat pants with a light touch and pulling her right foot forward. Then, Toni began massaging the arch of the foot with her thumbs.
Meanwhile: “Toni, I said don–oh–oh, damn…”
Silence reclaimed the room as Toni continued her ministrations on the right foot. She exerted more pressure, working from heel to arch, then back again. Liv inhaled sharply as Toni gripped her fabric-encased toes, then exhaled slowly as Toni began working each of them with her thumb in firm, tight circles. Liv laid back against the couch as Toni continued, then extended her left foot into the Timeless One’s lap, toes wiggling.
Toni paused, glancing at Liv.
“What? It got jealous…”
“You’re blushing, darling.”
Liv’s face turned a deeper red as Toni started in on the left foot with the same approach.
“You’re too good at this,” Liv said.
“Years of practice.”
More pressure now from Toni, but remaining under control.
“This is the second time tonight you’ve given me a hand…” Liv said.
“Ah, yes,” Toni said after taking a beat. “I believe we were leaning on each other in that moment, don’t you?”
“I wasn’t ready to break yet.”
“Nor I.”
Liv leaned back and enjoyed the after care for a couple more minutes, before pushing herself up and scooting with her elbows to lean her back against the arm of the couch.
“Your turn?”
Toni’s hands, which had been moving constantly but deliberately throughout the massage, paused. She rotated her hips and settled against the opposite arm of the couch, bringing her feet within Liv’s reach.
Mutual massage ensued, with Liv using the motions of Toni’s fingers as a guide to her own efforts. After a few minutes, Liv changed rhythm to match the one Toni was using on her own feet. A deep exhale from Toni, followed by some low murmurs of approval.
Toni leaned her head back, eyes closed, her hands still in motion.
“Just remember, I emerged victorious.”
“What? Did not! We tied!”
“You yielded twice, darling.”
“Only because I was waiting for you to give up. I saw it coming…”
“It may take a rematch to settle the score.”
“Absolutely not.”
Toni chuckled. “Very well.”
Another pause in banter, then: “When you think about it, this is more dangerous than what occurred on stage,” Toni said.
“How do you figure?”
“That was chaos. And this,” Toni said, then nodding at the mutual massage, “requires trust.”
As Toni said the word “trust”, she hooked one finger on the edge of Liv’s low-cut sock.
“May I?”
Liv took a deep breath, settled against the arm of the couch, and nodded.
Toni’s eyes flickered as her fingers approached bare skin now: with slow, methodical intent.
Liv whimpered briefly at the first touch, but then settled.
“Still intolerable?” Toni inquired.
“Still sensitive,” Liv conceded. “Still vulnerable.”
Toni went to work on the bare arch.
“And now?”
A satisfied hum from Liv: “Safer than I expected. Eep!”
A single finger brushed Liv’s sole.
“Total safety is dull, darling… Ack!”
Toni’s feet flailed in Liv’s light grip as fingers fluttered against her arches.
“I agree,” Liv said, eyes still closed, now smirking.
The massage continued, now occasionally disrupted by “mistakes” on either side.
A scrape of a nail under the toes.
A finger running a bit too aggressively up the length of the sole.
A sudden scribble of digits.
Each ended in giggles, followed by a faux apology.
Then an unspoken mutual armistice, as soothing massage became the order of the encounter for the next few minutes.
“You know,” Toni said, her character’s voice now drifting, “We learned something about one another during that event.”
“What’s that?”
“For one, that we are capable of withstanding more than I believe either of us thought capable from a sensory perspective,” Toni said. “And for two, that we have sensitive areas elsewhere than our feet.”
A pause from Liv.
“True.”
Toni paused, rolling Liv’s sock back into place. Liv frowned a bit, eyes slowly opening.
A deep breath from Toni, then: “Perhaps we should find a more private setting before we continue.”
“For discussion or exploration?” Liv inquired.
“Both.”
Another pause in the conversation.
"Hey, Toni."
"Yes, darling?"
“Hand me my sneakers?”
