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Round 2:
Stacy heads straight to the shower, stripping off her sweat soaked bra, shorts and panties, leaving a trail on the floor behind her. She gasps as the cold water covers her. Pressing her palms against the wall, she rests her forehead on the cool tile. Rachel’s laughter echoes in her mind, followed closely by the image of Olivia’s toes futilely twitching as she carefully tormented each one. Her fingers brush her pussy, a shudder flowing through her body.Shaking her head, she growls “Stay focused! You can deal with all this later. Don’t worry about why you’re enjoying this. Use it. That 10 grand can pay for a lot of therapy later.”
She chuckles, quickly washes up, and steps from the shower, toweling off. The spreading warmth from the hair dryer relaxes her, like a warm embrace. She lets her mind wander, brief images of Rachel, Olivia, and her own feet flashing through her head as she tries to process what's happened.
Feeling warm and dry, she picks up the brown bikini sitting on a bench. She shrugs and pulls it on, then glances at herself in the mirror. To her surprise, the seemingly bland fabric shines under the light, matching her hair while drawing out her highlights.
Damn, I look good in this.
Settling into the comfortable chair next to the desk, she breathes deeply and slowly, letting her mind go blank as she begins to meditate.
Her head snaps up at the sharp rap on her door. “Come in,” she calls out.
Jim pokes his head around the door. “We’re about to begin the second round. Please join Racquel and the other contestants in the central room. Don’t take too long…” Jim finishes, a soft chuckle chilling his final words.
Stacy hops up immediately, nearly sprinting to get through the door. Seeing the other contestants just exiting their dressing rooms as well, she slows to a casual stroll the rest of the way, coming to a stop next to Racquel. As Racquel begins her spiel to the audience, Stacy admires the way that the other contestants' bikinis draw out their beauty as well. Olivia’s midnight black suit a sharp contrast to her skin, her long black hair framing her body exquisitely. Rachel’s stunning bright red swimsuit complements the freckles dotting her face and arms.
“In the next round,” Stacy listens closely to hear what new torment awaits, “We’ll be playing Tickle Twist. It’s our variation on a common party game.”
Stacy hops back as the floor in the center room flashes. A large, vibrantly colored, triangle, 20 feet to a side, suddenly fills most of the floor of the room. Stacy studies it. Thousands of small triangles fill the space of the larger triangle. The scattered colors blur and clash—Stacy blinks, trying to make sense of the chaos.
“The goal is simple, be the last contestant standing. Here are the rules.” She turns to the three woman.
“You will all take turns. On your turn, we’ll randomly pick a foot and a color. You have 30 seconds to get your foot on that color.”
They’re so small. My foot will barely fit.
“Touching a tile of the wrong color is a fault—the tile will flip permanently two seconds later.”
“If your foot isn’t on a tile of the selected color at the end of the 30 seconds, then anytime it touches a tile, it’ll flip.”
Suspiciously Stacy asks, “What happens when a tile flips over?”
Racquel laughs, “Excellent question Stacy. So many things can happen…” Looking up at the ceiling, she says, “Let’s show them a couple of examples.”
Stacy takes a step back involuntarily as several tiles flip over. One is packed full of rapidly spinning brushes. Her gaze flits to another, this one covered in tiny tendrils that writhe back and forth. The tiles flip back over before she can study any others. She peeks over at Olivia, smiling to herself to see the powerful woman several steps back from the triangle, her left foot rubbing the top of her right.
Racquel continues, “And don’t worry, when it’s not your turn, we’ll make sure you’re entertained. Oh!” She claps her hands together excitedly, “I almost forgot. There’s a fun surprise to make sure you don’t just dance around the edges, but I’ll let you all find that out for yourselves. Now, each of you take your position on the middle of your side.”
There’s a moment of confusion as Stacy collides with Olivia and Rachel as they all head for the same spot. Racquel reaches out, quickly pointing Stacy and Olivia to their proper locations.
“Our turn order tonight will be Rachel first, then Olivia, finally Stacy then back around to Rachel.” She points up to a large scoreboard that’s folded down from the ceiling. “You can see which foot and color are selected there as well as the time remaining for your move. Your time will start as soon as the selection is made.”
“Everyone ready?” Racquel asks. At nods of confirmation, she proclaims, “Then let’s begin!”
* * *
Stacy’s focus shifts from the scoreboard to Rachel as “right foot, red” pops up. Rapid flickering on the scoreboard draws her attention back, just as a spinning slot wheel of body parts stops.
“Back” pops up on the screen. Stacy jerks forward, barely keeping her balance as a feather traces down her spine.
I guess this is the ‘entertainment’ they mentioned.
She shifts and shivers, hoping to ignore the persistent feather as she tries to watch Rachel’s turn.
Rachel lifts her foot slowly and carefully places it on a red tile not far from her starting spot. She turns to Olivia, brief surprise crossing her face as she sees the feather stroking Olivia’s back.
Pointing to Stacy, she yells, “Let’s get our revenge.” Olivia nods sharply once at Rachel. Stacy’s gaze flickers between the two, the promise in their eyes sending a chill through her bones.
Olivia gets “left foot, blue” and immediately takes a large stride in Stacy’s direction, her foot precisely landing on the intended tile. Meanwhile, Stacy and Rachel are softly giggling as feathers dance along their sides.
Stacy’s turn comes, and with “left foot, green”, she enters the game, taking a small step forward to the green tile a foot in front of her. Stacy giggles from the feather tickling as Rachel and Olivia take their turns. Menace dripping from each as they close the distance.
As “right foot, yellow” appears for Stacy, she looks around spotting a likely tile in front and a little to her right.
I can’t let myself get trapped between them.
Stacy thinks hard.
But if I just go after one, the other will get me from behind when I’m not expecting it. Plus, Olivia’s at a real advantage. I can’t get at her feet and my belly and Rachel’s hips are totally exposed. I can’t count on her messing up. Her movements are way too controlled for her to accidentally flip over a tile.
She flicks her eyes to the clock—less than 10 seconds remain. “
Wait… what if it’s not an accident.
Stretching her right leg to its fullest, she sweeps her big toe in an arc, sliding over several tiles. Her foot hits the yellow tile a heartbeat before time runs out. The other tiles flip over, revealing their tickling tools.
Stacy catches a brief look of confusion flit over Olivia’s face before comprehension dawns. She tips an imaginary cap to Stacy then calls over to Rachel, “She’s all yours, I won’t be able to reach her with the wall she’s going to build.”
Rachel just glares at Olivia before turning her ire on Stacy. “Fine with me!” she mutters angrily.
Stacy suddenly realizes that during this exchange, Rachel’s turn hasn’t started—and the “entertainment” hasn't resumed either.
Racquel claps her hands. “It’s time to reveal the surprise!” she squeals.
Stacy’s heart drops as she watches the outer ring of triangles all flip over together. “We can’t have you all hanging out alone, can we?” Racquel continues. “This is a little incentive to make sure you get up close and personal. The outermost ring will now flip after each set of turns.”
Stacy giggles softly as the feathers return, tracing over the tops of her breasts, following the line of her top.
As the turns continue, Olivia moves towards the center, trying to stake out the spot furthest from the encroaching tool tiles. Stacy carefully slides left, keeping just ahead of the field of flipped tiles but forcing Rachel to take a position between herself and Olivia.
Before long, Stacy and Rachel are nearly within arms’ reach of each other. Soft mechanical hands replace the entertaining feathers, poking and prodding. Stacy's heart leaps with excitement as "left foot, purple" pops up.
Just what I needed
She watches the hands tickle Rachel’s armpits. They manage to slide into the gap no matter how hard she tries to hold her arms to her sides. Stacy takes a big step forward, her foot landing on the intended tile. Her hand shoots out, her thumb aiming for the sensitive spot just inside her hip.
Rachel yelps and tries to respond. Her finger aims for Stacy’s navel, but misses, as she shifts, poking belly instead.
That was close. Good thing I got my belly button out of the way.
When Rachel's turn starts, Stacy is distracted by the fingers sliding between her ribs. Looking over her shoulder, Rachel takes a step back. Her haste is nearly her undoing though as her foot overshoots, landing on the tile behind her intended. Gasping, she yanks her foot back to the proper color just before the tile flips over to reveal a mass of vibrating bristles.
Through her steady laughing from the rib tickling, Stacy’s eyes narrow in triumph.
I’ve got her now. She won’t let me get close. I can drive her where I want.
Each turn, Stacy confidently advances, Rachel retreats, back towards the center of the triangle.
“I’m coming for you Rachel… those hips aren't safe from me…” Stacy coos.
Rachel shrieks as Olivia’s claws sink into the soft creases at the back of her thighs. Toppling to one knee, dazed, Rachel takes a moment to gather her thoughts.
Can’t take that time to recover.
Two seconds after her landing, all of the tiles under Rachel’s body flip over. Rachel’s body bucks, her ass a good foot off the ground, as a variety of tickling tools torment her sensitive skin. Tentacles tease her soles, finding the spot near her heels. Fingers poke and prod her hips, making her writhe. Stacy glances up at the clock, seeing that fifteen seconds are left in Rachel’s turn. Rachel’s mouth falls open in helpless laughter. Her limbs flail wildly, desperate to escape the tickling.
Stacy spots Olivia studying her.
"Nice move—wasn't expecting that one," Stacy calls, raising her voice over Rachel's wails.
Olivia shrugs her shoulders, replying "We're all in this for ourselves. I see an opportunity, I take it."
Stacy nods once. I know what you mean.
As the clock expires, the machines immediately halt and Racquel enters the triangle, the tiles in her path briefly flipping back to normal as she walks.
“I’m sorry Rachel, neither foot was on the correct color. I’m afraid you’ve lost this round and you’re eliminated.” Taking Racquel’s proffered hand to assist her, Rachel slowly rises, her chest still heaving. Racquel continues sympathetically,
“You’re not going away empty handed though, you get 3000 dollars for coming in third. And I hope you’ve had fun.”
Pausing, Rachel surveys the room. Turning to Racquel, she replies, “It’s definitely been an… adventure. But honestly? I’ve never been happier to lose.”
Walking slowly to her dressing room, Rachel stops at the edge of the triangle. Examining first Olivia, then Stacy, she grins, “I can’t imagine what’s in store for you two.”
Stacy can see a smile of relief reflected in the glass wall as Rachel walks through the door, returning to her dressing room.
“Of course, this round’s not over yet!” Racquel exclaims. “Just let me get out of the firing line…” she adds, scurrying beyond the edge of the triangle. Stacy takes a deep breath, her mind racing to discover a way to eliminate Olivia. She's unaware of her fingers twitching as she eyes Olivia's body, looking for a weakness.
“Olivia, it’s your turn next, and it begins… Now!”
* * *
Stacy laughs loudly as a toothbrush circles her belly, waiting for Olivia’s turn to end. Her hands bat at the hated device as it nears her navel. She knocks it back slightly, flinching as a second toothbrush starts tickling her lower ribs. As the first toothbrush inches towards her belly button once more, she forces her hands behind her back, clasping her fingers together tightly.
She’s confused for a moment when nothing happens. Realization dawns as Olivia starts giggling. She peers suspiciously at the scoreboard.
Thank God my turn started when it did. I don’t think I could’ve taken that.
She studies Olivia, who’s laughing softly as a toothbrush tickles the backs of her knees.
If I get close to her though, she’ll just poke my belly till I fall over. If I get lucky, maybe she’ll make a mistake… otherwise, I need to get her feet or underarms. I just don’t know how to make that happen. I’ll just try to stay away as long as I can.
As Stacy’s time runs down, she chooses a tile to her left, near the encroaching edge of flipped tiles and carefully lands her foot on it.
Through her struggles to let the toothbrush tickling her underarms, she watches Olivia study her in turn. Stacy can’t help but marvel at her balance as Olivia kicks her leg up and out, her toes dropping delicately in the center of the desired tile, leaving her in a crouch, her legs spread wide. Stacy shudders as Olivia leers at her, promise for revenge in her eyes as she points to Stacy’s stomach and mouths “Mine.”
One more step like that and she’ll be on top of me.
Stacy thinks as her turn begins. Glancing over her shoulder, she sees she can't retreat even a single tile. She looks past Olivia to the dwindling rows of safe tiles.
Not much time left to figure this out.
She looks around, spotting the yellow tile she needs, she moves her left foot from a tile that’ll flip over after her turn. Stacy watches Olivia’s leg.
As soon she’s close to me, she’ll be able to tickle me, and this’ll all be over.
Inspiration strikes.
Wait—her foot’s going to be close to me.
Her turn ends.
Good, just back tickling. I can focus.
She tracks Olivia’s eyes, trying to keep her face neutral when she sees Olivia focusing on a tile just in front of her.
Olivia’s left foot leaves the floor, tracing a smooth arc towards its destination. Her leg rotates over, her foot flexing down to cushion the landing. As soon as Olivia moves, Stacy drops into a low crouch. As Olivia’s leg begins its descent, Stacy extends her hands palms up over the tile. Her fingers are already wriggling as Olivia’s foot makes contact, sliding up and down Olivia’s arch. Olivia shrieks with surprise, tumbling forward.
Yes! I’ve won!
Olivia’s hands dart out to catch her fall, holding her torso just inches from the ground. Stacy redoubles her efforts, trying to find Olivia’s sensitive toes.
Finish this!
As she shifts her fingers, Olivia yanks her foot back—out of Stacy’s reach.
No!
The tiles under Olivia’s hands flip, but she ignores the tickling devices beneath her fingers. Stacy can only watch as Olivia scans the tiles, her head inches from them. In an explosive move, Olivia violently pushes herself up and back. Her left leg bends up at the knee, toes skimming just above the tiles, as she pulls her leg in front of her. Her foot drops—landing on a tile of the wrong color.
Stacy’s heart leaps.
She can’t…
With cat-like quickness, Olivia pushes off that foot, her toes leaving the tile just as the wriggling tendrils swing into view. Stacy checks the clock: less than two seconds remain in Olivia’s turn. Her eyes fly back—Olivia’s crouched low but steady, her left foot firmly planted on the correct color.
Olivia’s chuckles turn to giggles as a toothbrush plays over her belly. She manages to get out, “That was a nice idea—shame it didn’t work.”
Stacy’s gaze falls, her mind in turmoil at the failure of her best, her only idea for beating Olivia. Listlessly, she moves her left foot to the correct tile. As she gathers herself, she realizes that there aren’t many tiles left.
Actually, I just took the last blue tile, and I don’t see any black ones remaining either. There’s still hope.
As her turn ends, Stacy watches as Olivia’s command appears. “Yes!” She cries out as “Right foot, blue” appears on the screen. Her grin widens at the concerned look crossing Olivia’s face as she searches in vain for a useful tile. Stacy’s eyes follow Olivia’s as they check the clock.
I've got it now, just fifteen seconds!
Olivia moves decisively, her motions a blur to Stacy. Her foot misses Stacy by inches, landing between her legs.
That was close! What is she doing?
Olivia pivots, dragging her toe back and forth across the remaining tiles between herself and Stacy. Her foot grazes the spinning brushes of a flipped tile. She shrieks in laughter, but forces her toes onward, to touch the last unflipped tile.
What? How?
Olivia pulls her right leg back in, balancing in a low tuck on her left leg. Slowly, Olivia stands, lifting her right leg until it’s vertical against her slide.
Ok. That’s an impressive split.
Olivia wiggles her toes at Stacy, a cruel smirk playing on her lips.
Dismay fills Stacy’s face. The screen commands: “Right foot, red”
Even if I was right next to her, I could barely reach her foot up there. I have to mimic her. She won’t have any place to go, there’s no tile left for her. I’ll win automatically. Come on, Stacy, this is just like cheerleading…
Building her confidence, Stacy lifts her right foot, centering over her left, closer to Olivia. She closes her eyes for better focus. She focuses on her balance and starts to raise her leg above her head, aiming for a position she learned to hold indefinitely.
Her navel explodes with ticklish energy. Her mind blank with shock, she falls forward, her hands outstretched to catch her. They skid over the devices and she lands softly, face down, on the ground. Had she a moment, she would've rued her luck: her belly button was centered over a mass of writhing tendrils. They surged up, exploring every crevice of her navel. Stacy’s ear-piercing scream lasted the rest of her turn. Other devices explored every inch of her skin, but for Stacy, they were just minor distractions—her sensitive knot barraging her brain with tickles.
* * *
Abruptly, everything stopped. Stacy lay on the floor, a wreck, as she listened to Racquel walk over to Olivia. “Masterfully done Olivia! Congratulations, you’ve won this round.”
She glances up, catching a triumphant smile on Olivia’s face.
I wonder if I looked like that after round one.
“Thanks Racquel. I have to admit though, Stacy nearly had me there when she tickled my foot. She was a worthy opponent. I know we’re going to push each other hard in whatever the final round is.”
Stacy rolls to her knees, looking up at the two women. “How–” she gasps to Olivia as she tries to catch her breath, “how did you do that?”
Racquel holds up her hand as Olivia takes a breath. “Let’s just watch that amazing action on replay!” She turns to the former scoreboard, Olivia’s and Stacy’s eyes following, as the large screen shows view from between the two women. Stacy watches herself shift and lift her leg, moving slightly closer to Olivia than she had realized. Her eyes flick over to see how Olivia pulled it off. Her mouth drops open in amazement as she watches Olivia’s leg extend behind her, her torso leaning forward. Stacy focuses on Olivia’s toes as they strain to keep her upright as she extends her arm. Stacy winces as one fingernail lands a direct shot on her navel.
There was nothing I could do.
Her fist clenches in frustration.
She was just better than me. I knew she had amazing control. Now I'm in awe.
She looks away as she falls in the replay. Kneeling on the floor, she turns to Olivia and claps. “That was truly impressive.”
Surprise flits across Olivia’s face, followed by a wry smile. Silently, she walks over and extends her hand. Stacy cautiously takes it and Olivia pulls her bodily to her feet.
“What great competitors folks! We’ve got one thing to work out before we let these impressive women get changed and rest up for our final round. Olivia!” She beckons Olivia towards her.
As Olivia pads over, Racquel continues, “For winning this round, you get the choice of what tool each of you will have available in the next round.” The familiar tray of tools rises next to Racquel.
Racquel moves next to Olivia as she examines her options. “Can you tell our audience at home what you’re thinking about?” she prompts Olivia. Olivia picks up a thin probe with a bulbous head, examining it closely.
“This is really tempting,” she replies, holding it up for Stacy to see.
Not that! That’s awful.
“Stacy hates it—but I think it’d wreck me, too,” she says with a grin.
“Hmm... then how about this one?” Racquel asks, holding a makeup brush to Olivia. “Navel nightmare. Pretty safe for toes.”
Racquel taps a finger against her teeth in thought. “That’s perfect. It’ll touch every inch of her little spot. It might tickle my toes, but in that little dimple of hers? She’ll fold.”
“You heard her!” Racquel says to the camera. “Stay tuned—highlights from both rounds are coming up next. See you in fifteen!”
Stacy and Olivia eye each other briefly before turning simultaneously to walk to their respective dressing rooms. Stacy’s mind whirls momentarily, trying to guess what the next round will be, then calms.
Why worry? I couldn’t have imagined today in my worst nightmare—or my best dream if I'm being honest. Why would the final round be any different? I know her weak spots and she knows mine. I just have to be tougher… or more devious… than she is, or ever imagines I can be. I want to see her quit—laughing and crying as she gives in.
Stacy hesitates as she reaches the door.
Oh, and I win ten grand too… Weird, that used to feel more important.
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