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Hello everyone, Silkstone here with another installment of what I'm considering as the Mike series.
Also, a big thanks to FJ12 and ticklephehe for writing a review of my work and I hope to see much more from other members of the forum in the near future!
Anyhow, this chapter is just for you FJ12 as I've included an Irish woman into the company. I hope she's what you imagined as I kind just searched up a random picture of an Irish woman for reference XD.
So, what other flags would you guys be interested in seeing? I'm up for any location really, as the diversity is really helping me get rid of my writers block.
Lastly, I should apologize if my stories do take a bit of startup to get to the eventual tickling. As I personally prefer a proper buildup before getting into the funny action.
And again, just a reminder, I'm mostly a fluff writer and I don't plan on writing anything to do with sex and explicit scenes and the like, so just putting that out there in advance.
With that, enjoy the story everyone and have a great day.
Cheers, SilkStone18.
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"Huff... Huff..." Mike panted as he rounded the corner of the street that led to his workplace.
"Of all the days that I forget to set my alarm, it had to be today!"
Mind racing and heart pounding, Mike arrived at the base of the twelve-story building in record time.
"Still five minutes left!" Mike wiped his sweaty forehead with his sleeve and took a deep breath to collect himself.
A week after his shared business project with Chloé, Mike had assumed the storm had passed but fate had other plans it seemed.
April 10th, the day that was circled in obvious red on the calendar that hung off his fridge, was none other than the day that Mike's company was getting a visit from a very important person who held the potential for a high profitable three month contract.
Other than his regular work and it's due dates, this mysterious visit was one of the only things that Evelyn really stressed about. Heck, even Chloé seemed a tad unnerved on the subject, and the French woman was known for having nerves of steel.
Mike skidded through the building's main doors and stumbled to the front desk.
"Oh! There you are, Mike, I was getting worried that you wouldn't be on time today." Said a jovial voice from behind the desk.
Robert, a young lad of only 19, served as Mike's morning buddy who always had a joke no matter the situation. However, even he seemed to be on edge as he'd taken the time to actually put on his tie properly. He even ironed his blue polo shirt and combed his bushy brown hair.
"Uh... by the way," Robert leaned in with a hand beside his cheek, "you mind helping that lady over there by the elevator? I asked her a while ago to see if she needed directions or something, but she told me that she was waiting for someone from your office."
Mike followed the direction of Robert's thumb and felt his eyes widen as the woman his friend was pointing at was very pretty. She was practically the same height as Evelyn, maybe taller by an inch or so now that Mike thought about it.
Fiery red hair tied in a messy ponytail that draped over her firm but slender shoulders, pale green eyes glimmered a happy aura as her pink lips were turned in a cute pout.
The shape of her face a dainty rectangle with a pronounced chin and cheekbones, her cheeks were sprinkled with a few freckles, but they only added to her intriguing complexion. At least in Mike's mind.
"Hey, you gonna keep staring or are you gonna help her?" Robert chuckled as he eased back into his chair.
Mike gulped and did his best to keep his gaze above shoulder level. Yet the urge to visually explore proved too great to endure.
Allowing his eyes to snap down for but a second, they registered that below the woman's fair neck, was a frilly, dark orange blouse that was tucked in a pair of beige khakis. The ends of the pants slightly rolled up, Mike witnessed the rare sight of snow-colored nylons that were slotted into a set of size ten jhodpur boots.
Huh, most of Mike's fellow co-workers tended to cover their feet with black, gray, tan, or nude hose so seeing white stockings was definitely new to him.
"Um... excuse me, my friend said that you were waiting for someone from my office. Perhaps I could help you find them?" Mike asked once he was a few footsteps away from the pretty woman.
Pale green eyes snapped up to meet his curious gaze.
The corners of her lips lifted into a polite grin, the red-head had a very gleeful Irish accent. The pitch of her voice wasn't as high as Chloé's, but not as low as Evelyn's or Matilda's either. She was probably between Evelyn and Chloé if Mike was being completely honest.
"Aha, so are you my tour guide for today? I thought Evelyn would be doing the honors, but I guess she decided to send the only male in the company. Though I can't really say that I'm disappointed."
Mike gulped. "Er, no, I'm sorry but I was never instructed to give a tour of the building. I'm actually running a tad behind schedule you see..."
While he was embarrassed to admit the fact, Mike saw no reason to lie as Evelyn was sure to tease him about this incident once she got word of it.
"Well, I'm sure your boss won't mind if I borrow one of her employees for the day. Come along won't you? I need to make sure that I arrive to my meeting on time."
The woman tapped the elevator button with a tan-polished nail and the metal doors swung open in seconds.
Mike, nervous but responsible, took it upon himself to put in a good word for his company as there were many projects he was proud to have partaken in.
As the elevator doors slid to a close, Robert scratched the back of his head and snapped his fingers.
"Whoops, I probably should have mentioned to Mike that the lady he's with is gonna be his new co-worker for the next three years. Ah well, I'm sure he'll adapt and get acquainted with her soon enough."
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"By the way, my name's Fiona Delaney, would you mind if I asked for yours?" The red-head giggled at Mike's flustered face.
"Right, where are my manners... The name's Mike Humbol, it's very nice to meet you, Ms. Delaney."
A mental fistpump for saving the situation, the elevator came to a halt on the sixth floor to reveal another friendly face.
"Oh, good morning Mike, I was wondering when I'd get to see you today." Said a familiar female tone.
The closest person in the workforce to his age, Harshita Zoya; age 27, was an Indian woman who prefered to keep to herself but could talk for quite a bit once you got her going.
Long black hair with a few strands of hazel that stopped just an inch before her waist, Harshita was on the smaller side and stood at 5'6" with dark brown eyes and skin.
She was also more traditional in dress than most, as she wore a long red, sleeveless robe that reached her ankles. Yet beneath that robe, was a short pair of maroon shorts and a white shirt should Harshita ever need to remove her robe.
She didn't wear high-heels either, as she prefered her flat leather slippers, but she did in fact wear pantyhose.
Dark, golden pantyhose to be exact that was not quite sheer, but see through enough so you could make out her yellow-polished toes.
Lastly, she had a silver ring around her left wrist and a red dot on her forehead that Mike assumed to be a tradition sort of thing.
Everything about Harshita screamed delicate and beautiful, like the one flower in the garden that you couldn't bring yourself to pluck no matter how hard you wanted to.
Yet Harshita wasn't boastful about her natural beauty, and simply said that her appearance was a blessing she would work her hardest to maintain. Not to mention that she also had one of the brighter minds of the company as Mike would wager that Harshita rivaled Chloé in the field of crunching numbers.
Mike moved aside to allow Harshita to stand between him and Fiona.
Now, given the age of building, the elevator wasn't exactly the best on the market. Not that it wasn't reliable mind you, it was just really slow and rather small.
This, coupled with the fact that Mike shared the humble space with two very attractive women, made it so his conscience was delving into very dangerous territory.
Perhaps it was because of his recent ticklish event with Chloé, but Mike found his brain muting out the joyful conversation and tuning into the soft, scratchy sounds of his cohorts' nylons.
Both Harshita and Fiona were rather expressive in their talk, and everytime their slender legs would shift or rub together, their nylons would glide against each other thus sending a hypnotic melody through Mike's eardrums.
By the time the trio reached the twelfth floor, Mike looked as if he'd just finished a marathon and frantically dabbed his forehead in an attempt to fix himself up.
"Ah, there she is, the star of the hour!" Cheered Evelyn as she rushed from her office to greet those in the elevator.
The meeting between the boss and the Irish visitor lasting until the end of the afternoon, by the time Evelyn and the other women went for lunch, sunset had just begun.
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"So that's the representative from Ireland, she's very friendly don't you think?" Harshita hummed as she poured herself a cup of hot water in the break room and pulled a tea bag from the cupboard.
"I knew that Evelyn said that she had a lot of friends around the world, but she's never mentioned anyone from Ireland before." Matilda replied as she took a bite from her chocolate chip muffin.
"I find zee whole subject rather zuspicious," Chloé butted in while seated across from Matilda, "we've never had any contracts from Ireland or anywhere zat far up north."
"Maybe Evelyn is trying to expand in that direction? We've been doing well in the west, but we don't have that many ties in the east, north, or south for that matter." Harshita took a spot beside Chloé and wrapped her hands around her warm cup of tea.
"If that's the case, then Mike might actually get a male companion he can depend on." Matilda chuckled.
Chloé snorted. "Zat buffoon is going to need all the help he can get at zis rate."
This remark caused both Harshita and Matilda to frown.
"Mike is a nice man, I've done projects with him before and he takes all of his tasks seriously. He's even gone out of his way to correct a few of my documents and was kind in his explanations as to why they were wrong." The Indian woman sighed.
"Oh I'm sure Chloé's just being her usual uptight self," Matilda waved a playful hand at the French woman's scowl, "she was actually very nice to Mike during their joined assignment. Dare I say she even smiled when she saw him this morning."
Chloé's legs subconsciously pressed together and her toes curled within her sheer black nylons and black pumps.
"He's a pervert who's only good at hiding his true intentions. You zaw how he was when he left zee elevator zis morning, his face was covered with zee expression of a guilty man."
"I think Mike was more worried than anything, especially after he found out that Fiona was going to be his coworker." Harshita defended.
"I don't think Mike has anything to worry about, at least in regards to Fiona. In fact, she was already praising his manners to Evelyn after he hurried away to his cubicle." Matilda added.
Their lunch/dinner break in its last five minutes, the three women sighed as the papers on their desks weren't going to file themselves.
"Ah, girls, what wonderful timing!" Evelyn smiled as she entered the breakroom. Unlike most rooms in the office, the break room was the only place without a door as Evelyn enjoyed the easy access and open concept. That, or she was too lazy to pay the handyman to fix the door that she somehow broke.
Everyone in the company was very eager to hear such a story, and there were plenty of theories as to how Evelyn managed to do it, but everytime they mentioned it the boss would skillfully change the topic.
Taking the last vacant seat at the table, Evelyn flashed them a pearly smile and pulled out a blueberry muffin.
"Isn't it a little late for a snack?" Chloé said.
Evelyn shook her head playfully. "Not while my top negotiator is working on getting us a lovely reward."
The three women across from her blinked then shared a look. Everyone who worked for the company was currently in the break room, all except for...
"Don't tell me you put zee chance for a very profitable contract in the hands of zat idiot..." Chloé growled with a scrunched nose and narrowed eyes.
"Mike is capable, but he's not the best when it comes to keeping his composure when under pressure..." Harshita said as softly as she could.
"We can pretty much kiss Ireland's potential goodbye, girls..." Matilda lamented with a heavy sigh.
Evelyn's bright blue eyes gleamed.
"You have nothing to fear ladies, as the negotiations for the contract I wanted was already agreed upon before Fiona's arrival."
"Then what is Mike serving as your representative for?" Harshita pondered with furrowed brows.
"He's going to win a competition for me." Evelyn smirked oh so evily.
"Competition?" Her employees asked in beffudled unison.
Evelyn raised a manicured finger over her lips in a shushing manner then leaned in to satisfy the curious ears of her friends.
"I had to swear to keep the context of the competition secret, but I will be notified of the outcome via text. So until then, why don't you tell us about your movie night with Mike, Chloé? You haven't said anything about it since the day I forced you into it."
All eyes on the French member of the group, Chloé's pale cheeks gained a faint blush to them as she refused to speak of what happened that night.
Her nylon-clad toes curling and uncurling as the embarrassing memories of her ticklishness had begun to resurface; Chloé tried to change the topic to the breakroom's non-existant door.
Meanwhile in a nearby park located about ten minutes away from the office...
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"So... why are we here?" Mike tilted his head and blinked dumbly at the playground he'd been brought to.
It was a Sunday, so the park of the school was abandoned until Monday, which meant the entire place was deserted. Save for Mike and his new Irish friend of course.
"To have our friendly competition!" Fiona stated loudly with her hands on her hips.
"Right..." Mike tried to look like he understood what was going on, but in reality he looked like a lost tyke.
Without warning, Fiona snagged Mike by the arm and dragged him to a long stretch of monkeybars.
The monkeybars were about six feet in the air, which meant that Mike was well over them and Fiona was just an inch beneath.
With an enthusiastic grin, Fiona grabbed hold of the bars and climbed on until she was sitting on it.
She looked down at Mike and couldn't help but laugh at his dumbfounded face.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Or do you plan to forfeit the competition already?"
"I don't even know what I'm competing for. All Evelyn told me was that I had to win." Mike replied.
"Typical Evelyn," Fiona rolled her eyes, "she always did enjoy the dramatics of keeping people in the dark."
"Wait, you know each other?" Mike was surprised.
"Yep, met each other at a business rendezvous this one time, and to keep a long story short we became very good friends afterwards. We're also pretty competitive, as I'm sure your aware from your time with Evelyn, so I don't plan on losing our contest no matter what."
"Oh..." Was all Mike could say.
"I know that look," Fiona giggled, "I'm 36 years old and my birthday is in the spring. My feet are also size ten."
"I-I wasn't..." Mike bit his tongue at the knowing expression aimed towards him.
"I'm sorry..." He conceded.
"Think nothing of it!" Fiona shook he head jovially and ordered Mike to join her on the monkeybars.
Feeling a little sheepish about reliving his childhood, Mike nervously made his way up and grew even more concerned as Fiona unhooked the straps of her boots and then threw her footwear to the ground below.
Her white, nylon-clad toes flexing as the cool breeze passed through the transparent fabric, Mike quickly followed her example and dropped his shoes to reveal a pair of long black socks.
"So, what do we do now?" Mike asked.
Fiona decided to show instead of tell, and allowed herself to fall while her legs and arms were still wrapped around the bars.
She now looked like a lazy sloth and ordered Mike to copy her pose.
He did so with minimal effort, but found his suit rather restrictive so he decided to take it off and hang it beside him, thus leaving only his long-sleeved maroon polo shirt to cover his torso. This action drew a mischievous smile on Fiona's fair visage, but for what reason Mike could not tell.
"Alright, starting now, whoever drops or hits the ground first loses. Also, you're not allowed or sit on tops of the bars." Fiona declared.
"Oh, so that's it?" Mike wondered. "I'm not gonna lie that I'm thankful that this competition is a lot simpler than I first anticipated."
"Simple yes," Fiona wiggled her delicate eyebrows, "but easy? Oh heavens no. Especially after you've removed a layer of protection."
"Protection?" Mike gulped. He wasn't ready for a fight, especially against a lady. His parents had made sure to raise him as a gentleman.
"Don't worry about it," his Irish friend giggled and turned herself around so that while their heads were close, they were looking in opposite directions.
With a youthful cheer and joined agreement, the clock started and the bet was on.
A few minutes into the contest, Mike was pleased that his strength had not diminished in the slightest. But there was that annoying sensation that kept running across his ribs and near his armpits every now and then. At first he thought it was a squirrel, but the nut-loving rodents would be in the trees, not on a set of monkeybars.
Shifting uncomfortably, Mike turned around to see if he could find the source of his petty annoyance, but all he found was the freckly face of his new friend that was now oddly close to him along with her arms and hands.
Also, why was she looking at him as if he were some unexplainable oddity?
Meanwhile in Fiona's perspective, she felt absolutely betrayed. She pushed aside Mike's questions and assured him that all was well, but the moment he turned around and went back to dangling aimlessly, she pulled out her phone from her pant pocket and bit her lip at the coy text Evelyn had sent her a few seconds ago.
"Did you find out yet?" Read the text.
A wave of despair washing over her, Fiona's grip around the monkeybars faltered and she almost dropped her phone.
"Out of all the people on the planet..." She fumed silently. "I had to be saddled with the one muscular man who isn't ticklish!"
A few minutes later, Mike was starting to get bored and asked if Fiona was doing alright.
He didn't doubt her fitness, but he was sure he could win in a battle of stamina and grip strength. His assumption proved true by the slight trembling in his cohort's limbs, Mike asked if they should stop as he didn't want Fiona to fall and hurt herself.
"I'm fine!" Fiona blurted out, though her cheeks were a tad rosy with exhaustion.
"Are you sure?" Mike was unconvinced and moved over to aid his cohort's duress.
A slight breeze passing by, a couple of leaves from the nearby trees had fluttered onto Fiona's person. Mike, ever the gentleman, decided to remove the leaves but instead of brushing them off, he pinched them one by one.
Caught in the heat of the moment, Mike's index finger and thumb landed in the hollow of Fiona's armpit. The unexpected contact startled the red-head, and her entire body jolted upward as a result.
Mike's eyes went wide and so did Fiona's. Nothing but silence between the two, Mike reached out again and softly pinched Fiona's other armpit.
"D-Don't touch me there!" The Irish woman snapped, though her tone lacked her usual giddy determination.
"Okay, but my dad always said that the ribs were the best part of a barbecue, and it wouldn't do him well if I skipped that valuable lesson."
Mike's hands and legs scooted across the monkeybars and once his chest was aligned with Fiona's, he released his upper grip so that his head now faced the ground.
However, the trade off for a bit of excess blood to the skull was more than worth it. With both of his upper limbs free to do whatever they pleased, Mike gently placed his palms along the slender sections of Fiona's torso.
Her entire form shuddered from the warm contact and a drop of sweat rolled down her freckly cheek as butterflies had begun to fly in her tummy.
"Mike, don't you da-hahahare?!" The Irish woman's voice pitched high as her stomach tightened at Mike's prodding fingers.
He soon began to count the ribs of his friend while humming a sweet tune, and found that the spot beneath the red-head's modest breasts was by far the worst. At least so far.
However, Mike refused to touch Fiona's boobs, as he understood that a spot such as that was off limits with no exception.
"Sh-shtop! Shahaha-shtap it!" Fiona squealed as her elbows pressed against her sides in an attempt to protect the vulnerable clothed skin.
Hands clammy and sweat building on her face, Fiona bit her lower lip to keep her composure, but that didn't really work.
"Huh, so is this why you were happy when I took off my jacket... and footwear." Mike's brown eyes drifted to the fidgeting nylon-clad soles that were but a few feet from him. Hehe, a few feet, get it?
Given a moment to gather her bearings, Fiona's pale green eyes followed those of Mike, and when she saw what they were narrowed on, she felt a lump form in her throat and was quick to retreat. However, Fiona was already at the end of the monkeybars and found that her escape routes were non-existent.
With the nimbleness of a cat, Mike maneuvered his way so that his shoulder was right beside Fiona's crossed legs.
The Irish woman tried to shove him away with her left elbow, but the man's devotion to health was finally bearing fruit as he proved to strong to deter.
Deciding to give his new friend a chance, Mike took things slowly and only flexed his index finger. He placed it at the ball of Fiona's pantyhosed foot then traced tiny figure eights along the smooth scratchy silk.
Much like Chloé, Fiona's reaction was immediate and her lips spread into a distressed grin while her eyes squinted shut.
"F-Feheheeet ahahare ahahahoff lihihihimits!"
Her left leg jerked, and slipped from its hooked position from the calf and stopped at the ankle. Most of her weight on her right leg, Mike made sure to balance it out and reached toward it.
Allowing his three longest fingers to glide across the silky smooth and moist arch of Fiona's right foot, the leg it belonged too followed the left's example and slid from the back of the knee to the ankle.
"Tickling is against the rules!" Fiona huffed when she was given a short reprieve and glared angrily at Mike with whatever focus she could muster. Though her anger soon turned to horror as the lad casually shrugged.
"You tried tickling me first, so technically you're the cheater." He reasoned.
"B-But your bigger and stronger than me so I had to think outside the box!" She protested.
Mike deadpanned. "Yeah, but we both agreed to the rules, and when we agreed tickling was fair game."
An imaginary lightbulb dinged above Mike's head that was courtesy of the author.
He glanced at the school behind him and noticed the happy paintings of nursery rhymes done by the younger grades on the red brick walls with one song standing out too him. It was too perfect for his current situation
"How about this," Mike mused, "If you can make it through one of the rhymes that I've chosen then I'll forfeit the contest and will gracefully accept my defeat."
"Deal!" Fiona wheezed.
She didn't know what she'd signed up for exactly, but anything had to be better than her current predicament. Oh how wrong she was.
"Alrighty, no takebacks!" Mike laughed before clearing his throat.
Cracking his neck and knuckles, Mike raised himself so his abs scrunched and he was able to poke his chin above the monkey bars.
While he wasn't really into feet, he had to admit that Fiona's were very pretty.
In comparison to Chloé's high-arched ticklish tootsies where the toes were slanted and the big toe the longest, Fiona's were a tad flat footed with toes that were set in a more even alignment, though her big toe was still the longest, and square shape with red nail polish instead of white.
Mike could also see Fiona's calves flexing beneath her khaki pants. The fact that she'd held onto the monkeybars for this long was also a testament to her willpower and dedication to physical education. Which Mike greatly respected.
His inspection done with, Mike took a deep breath and smiled coyly at his helpless friend who was now trying to stab him to death with her glare.
"This little piggy went to market..." Mike chuckled as he singled out the big toe of Fiona's left foot.
"Mmmphhhft!" Fiona's cheeks gained a dark hue of scarlet as her lips stretched into a messy smile.
Using his pinky digit, Mike softly scratched through the sheer material of the Irish woman's pantyhose and chuckled as her big toe frantically wiggled side to side.
"This little piggy stayed home..." Mike added his middle finger into the assault and methodically dragged it across Fiona's second toe.
"Sh-Shtahahap that!" Fiona said through muffled giggles. Shaking her head so strongly that she shook off the band that kept her ponytail in place. Thus allowing her hair to flow freely.
Squirming just as much as it's superior, the second toe could only take the assault as it's ticklish nerves were aggravated.
"This little piggy had roast beef..." Mike Instructed his middle finger to join the mix, and it targeted Fiona's respective middle toe.
"Nahahaht thahahat one!" Fiona's entire face was burning a deep crimson at this point as Mike's fingers wiggled between his friend's ecstatic ticklish digits.
"This little piggy had none..."
Mike continued carelessly while putting his ring finger into action on his Irish captive. His lips spread into a childish grin as Fiona's fourth toe smushed itself against the third for protection, the shrill cries of laughter fitted with an Irish accent sent fireworks through his mind and ears.
"Thihihihis isn't fuhuhuhnyyyy!" Fiona belted out.
"And this little piggies went... Wee! Wee! Wee! All the way home!" Mike sang, diverting his fingers from Fiona's ecstatic toes to her trembling sweaty arch.
The sheer nylons allowing his hands free reign over the Irish woman's ticklish soles, the laughter inducing torture had finally reached a limit as her ankle slipped along the side of the metal bar.
Fiona's green eyes shot wide open, and in a split second decision, she clamped her now tickle-relieved toes on the bar instead. She managed to stop her left foot from falling off, but now she was grasping at straws for support.
"I-I did it!" She wheezed in triumph. Her modest chest and toned stomach rising and falling in rapid beats as her red hair fell loosely around her shoulders and back.
"You did," Mike congratulated, "at least for the first half of the song."
"WHAAAT?!!!" Fiona screamed in disbelief.
Mike jabbed a thumb toward the school wall from which he recited the nursery rhyme.
The kids who'd painted it had decided to write a second set of lyrics for the leftover digits that were omitted from the original song.
"N-No... Nononononono!!!" Fiona gasped in dread.
"Sorry, Ms. Delaney, but my boss would kill me with extra work if I lost on her behalf. Plus, it's been a while since I've sung a song, so this is a good chance as any to practice right?"
Mike teased and recited the rest of this little piggy after giving his knuckles another good crack for good luck.
"W-Wait, Mike!" Fiona begged as the sound of her slipping silky tights echoed between them.
"I-I can give you an easier workload for the rest of the week if you let me win!"
The man she addressed curled a brow at this and halted the approach of his wiggling fingers. He made a show of thinking it over, but continued his slow journey to Fiona's right foot that was still perched by the ankle.
"I can let you take longer breaks!" She tried again and added a seductive flutter of her eyelashes that were dripping with sweat.
Mike nodded, pursed his lips, but continued to methodically wiggle his eager fingers towards Fiona's right, nylon-clad foot that had scrunched up and pulled back in fidgeting fear.
"H-How about a one-hundred dollar gift card of your favorite restaurant?!" She begged with sweat-mixed tears as she forced her lips into the most innocent smile she could muster. She even tilted her head for increased effect.
"Wow... That is tempting." Mike nodded again and smiled lazily as he covered the arch of Fiona's sweaty foot with his entire hand. He hadn't started tickling yet, but the threat was definitely there.
"IT IS ISN'T IT?!?!?!" Fiona squealed as Mike slowly dragged his palm up and down her pantyhosed sole.
Exhaustion and ticklishness proving too great a combo to endure, Fiona's right foot twisted and accidentally wiggled itself off the metal bar.
A high pitched yelp followed by quick thinking, Fiona repeated her left foot's last ditch effort to save itself and scrunched right foot's toes over the bar. Her feet now pressed together, they were the only support that kept her lower body in contact with the monkeybars.
Fiona's slender legs, stretched at a perfect sixty degree angle, the sweat she'd worked up had started to show through her clothes. Especially her armpits.
"Wow, your piggies are really strong, and ticklish." Mike cupped his chin in a classic thinker pose as he observed his friend's shuddering feet.
"L-Listen to me, Mike!" Fiona was practically shouting at this point. "We haven't known each other for long, but I promise that if you let me win I can get you a substantial raise!"
Doing all that she could to make herself look appealing and honest, the Irish woman's face paled as Mike whimsically shook his head in the negative.
He clapped his hands together in a way that ressembled someone praying, then tried to nuzzle the tips of his fingers between Fiona's nylon-covered arches.
The task proved harder than he anticipated, as the red-head was trying her hardest to deny him access to that ticklish area and clinched her pantyhosed tootsies extra tight.
"How about a week off of work?!" Fiona yelled.
Mike's stuck his tongue out and narrowed his eyes as he managed to worm his fingernails between Fiona's jittery trotters.
Inching his way between the damp arches, the movements of Mike's hands was just a hair's length away from sending Fiona into absolute hysteria.
"Hahahahow!~ About a freehehehe!~ Trip to Hawaiihihihihihi?!~" The woman sputtered in raucous laughter.
She furiously shook her head in a vain attempt to rid herself of the tickling sensations that racked her slender body.
Mike's grin turned predatory as his hands were able to force apart Fiona's soles. Now, it really was just her toes that kept her from falling.
"Oh... Please, Mike... I'll do anything if you let me win!"
Fiona stammered through raspy breaths. Her hair tie long gone, her bright red locks hung loosely over her tear-filled eyes and quivering puppy pout.
Mike hesitated and blinked. His cheerfulness halted by the distressed sight of his friend that he had caused, a twinge of guilt shot through his heart as he made eye contact with Fiona's perspiring visage.
"Ring~ Ring~ Ring~" Went the jingle of Mike's cellphone.
He seperated his hands from Fiona's feet, much to the Irish woman's relief, and answered the call.
"Hello, Evelyn, is something the matter?"
He could practically see the pearly smile of his boss as she spoke.
"Hello, Mike," she said. "You've been gone for half an hour and I was starting to get worried about you. Have you not finished the competition with Fiona yet?"
"Well... actually, I was thinking that maybe I should let her win. This contest hasn't been really fair, and I kinda took advantage of something that I don't have a weakness to." Mike replied sheepishly.
"Mike." Evelyn's voice went from happy to dead serious in a heartbeat. "Did I forget to mention that Fiona was planning to dump half of her workload on you so that she wouldn't have to stress about getting up to speed for the first few weeks?"
"Oi!" Fiona butted in. "You weren't supposed to tell him that, Evelyn, ya damn gobshite!"
"Huh... Okay then. I'll see you and the others in bit, Ms. Grace, I just need to win this bet real quick." Mike ended the call and turned his deadpanned expression toward his panting cohort.
"She's just lying about all that nonsense!" Fiona babbled through hitched breaths.
"Uh-huh." Mike did not sound convinced and veered his attention to Fiona's quivering toes.
"W-Wait, let's talk things through like reasonable people!"
"Sure," Mike nodded and wedged his fingers between Fiona's arches and began to mercilessly scratch the moist, nylon-covered skin with all his digits.
"That is if you can find the time to catch your breath."
"N-No, Mike, we can-"
Her speech cut off by Mike's tickle attack, whatever promise or fib Fiona could devise was lost as her lungs were forced into overdrive.
"Nohohohoho!~ Mihihihihike!~ Hahahahave!~ Merhehehehecy!~"
Bucking and thrashing, streams of desperate tears poured from her clenched eyes while she hysterically flung her head back and forth.
One by one, her red-polished toes popped off the bar and Fiona's fingers hastily followed.
Mike, however, anticipated this and with one quick swoop, he flung himself around and beneath his friend then wrapped his arms around her torso.
Using himself as a cushion, Mike landed back-first against the loose gravel below with Fiona snuggled safely on top of him.
With a heavy thud, all came to a definitive halt with both Mike and Fiona panting heavily as a result.
"U-Um..." Mike gulped as Fiona weakly tilted her head from the confines of his sweaty chest to meet his gaze.
His dull brown pupils staring into her glimmer pale green eyes and the sweaty face that came with it, he felt his cheeks flush at such a beautiful sight and tried to correct himself.
"I'm sorry... I took things too far. I got excited and I ended up going overboard. Evelyn's input didn't really help either and-"
"That's enough, Mike," Fiona's voice was weak and gentle as she put a warm finger against her friend's nervous lips.
"I'm too tired to give a bloody damn about anything right now... and your surprisingly comfortable to snuggle up against. There's surely a lot more muscle below your suit than you let on.~"
"Er..." Mike blanked as this was not the reaction he was expecting from the Irish woman he'd just tickled to death.
"You even risked snapping your spine to break my fall, and you didn't go for my butt or tits when you tickled me. I bet you went out of your way to avoid those areas, didn't you?~"
"Y-Yeah, you got me there..." Mike shrugged. At least he tried to as it was hard to do so when you had a fit 5'11 Irish woman on you.
"So... as payment for nearly tickling me into an early grave, you have to let me lay on top of you for a while, at least until I get enough energy to walk back to the office..."
"S-Sure, I can do that..." Mike answered timidly.
With that, Fiona tenderly nuzzled her head against Mike's chest, rested her palms against his defined pectorals; hooked her right leg behind his, and closed her eyes.
And as if fate was throwing the kind man a bone, a swift breeze pushed Mike's coat from the monkeybars and it landed on the two snugglers below like a blanket.
Feeling Fioana's breath on his neck and her modest breasts pressed against his person, Mike could sweat he could hear the Irish woman's heartbeat.
"W-Well..." Mike conceded to the circumstances and opted to stare at the ravishing sunset in the sky.
"At least things worked out in the end." He sighed blissfully and allowed the lids over his eyes to lower.
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"Hey, is it really okay to close the office when Mike's suitcase and documents are still here? Harshita asked as she and the others waited for the elevator.
"Don't worry, dear," Evelyn said with a smile. "I'm sure Mike will come early to get his things sorted out. Besides, I've decided that tomorrow will be a half day for all of us."
"Oh, and why the sudden generosity?" Matilda leaned in with curious eyes as did the other two ladies.
"It's because Mike won the bet with Fiona, this means our new Irish colleague will be treating us at the new Japanese restaurant that recently opened!" Evelyn declared with gusto.
"You mean zat Japanese restaurant zat opened a few blocks down from our office? Chloé hummed.
"You got that right girls, so make sure to bring your appetites!"
The day ending in smiles, both forced and won, the next day would prove to be another memorable memory for Mike, but that's another story for next time. Wouldn't you agree?
Also, a big thanks to FJ12 and ticklephehe for writing a review of my work and I hope to see much more from other members of the forum in the near future!
Anyhow, this chapter is just for you FJ12 as I've included an Irish woman into the company. I hope she's what you imagined as I kind just searched up a random picture of an Irish woman for reference XD.
So, what other flags would you guys be interested in seeing? I'm up for any location really, as the diversity is really helping me get rid of my writers block.
Lastly, I should apologize if my stories do take a bit of startup to get to the eventual tickling. As I personally prefer a proper buildup before getting into the funny action.
And again, just a reminder, I'm mostly a fluff writer and I don't plan on writing anything to do with sex and explicit scenes and the like, so just putting that out there in advance.
With that, enjoy the story everyone and have a great day.
Cheers, SilkStone18.
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"Huff... Huff..." Mike panted as he rounded the corner of the street that led to his workplace.
"Of all the days that I forget to set my alarm, it had to be today!"
Mind racing and heart pounding, Mike arrived at the base of the twelve-story building in record time.
"Still five minutes left!" Mike wiped his sweaty forehead with his sleeve and took a deep breath to collect himself.
A week after his shared business project with Chloé, Mike had assumed the storm had passed but fate had other plans it seemed.
April 10th, the day that was circled in obvious red on the calendar that hung off his fridge, was none other than the day that Mike's company was getting a visit from a very important person who held the potential for a high profitable three month contract.
Other than his regular work and it's due dates, this mysterious visit was one of the only things that Evelyn really stressed about. Heck, even Chloé seemed a tad unnerved on the subject, and the French woman was known for having nerves of steel.
Mike skidded through the building's main doors and stumbled to the front desk.
"Oh! There you are, Mike, I was getting worried that you wouldn't be on time today." Said a jovial voice from behind the desk.
Robert, a young lad of only 19, served as Mike's morning buddy who always had a joke no matter the situation. However, even he seemed to be on edge as he'd taken the time to actually put on his tie properly. He even ironed his blue polo shirt and combed his bushy brown hair.
"Uh... by the way," Robert leaned in with a hand beside his cheek, "you mind helping that lady over there by the elevator? I asked her a while ago to see if she needed directions or something, but she told me that she was waiting for someone from your office."
Mike followed the direction of Robert's thumb and felt his eyes widen as the woman his friend was pointing at was very pretty. She was practically the same height as Evelyn, maybe taller by an inch or so now that Mike thought about it.
Fiery red hair tied in a messy ponytail that draped over her firm but slender shoulders, pale green eyes glimmered a happy aura as her pink lips were turned in a cute pout.
The shape of her face a dainty rectangle with a pronounced chin and cheekbones, her cheeks were sprinkled with a few freckles, but they only added to her intriguing complexion. At least in Mike's mind.
"Hey, you gonna keep staring or are you gonna help her?" Robert chuckled as he eased back into his chair.
Mike gulped and did his best to keep his gaze above shoulder level. Yet the urge to visually explore proved too great to endure.
Allowing his eyes to snap down for but a second, they registered that below the woman's fair neck, was a frilly, dark orange blouse that was tucked in a pair of beige khakis. The ends of the pants slightly rolled up, Mike witnessed the rare sight of snow-colored nylons that were slotted into a set of size ten jhodpur boots.
Huh, most of Mike's fellow co-workers tended to cover their feet with black, gray, tan, or nude hose so seeing white stockings was definitely new to him.
"Um... excuse me, my friend said that you were waiting for someone from my office. Perhaps I could help you find them?" Mike asked once he was a few footsteps away from the pretty woman.
Pale green eyes snapped up to meet his curious gaze.
The corners of her lips lifted into a polite grin, the red-head had a very gleeful Irish accent. The pitch of her voice wasn't as high as Chloé's, but not as low as Evelyn's or Matilda's either. She was probably between Evelyn and Chloé if Mike was being completely honest.
"Aha, so are you my tour guide for today? I thought Evelyn would be doing the honors, but I guess she decided to send the only male in the company. Though I can't really say that I'm disappointed."
Mike gulped. "Er, no, I'm sorry but I was never instructed to give a tour of the building. I'm actually running a tad behind schedule you see..."
While he was embarrassed to admit the fact, Mike saw no reason to lie as Evelyn was sure to tease him about this incident once she got word of it.
"Well, I'm sure your boss won't mind if I borrow one of her employees for the day. Come along won't you? I need to make sure that I arrive to my meeting on time."
The woman tapped the elevator button with a tan-polished nail and the metal doors swung open in seconds.
Mike, nervous but responsible, took it upon himself to put in a good word for his company as there were many projects he was proud to have partaken in.
As the elevator doors slid to a close, Robert scratched the back of his head and snapped his fingers.
"Whoops, I probably should have mentioned to Mike that the lady he's with is gonna be his new co-worker for the next three years. Ah well, I'm sure he'll adapt and get acquainted with her soon enough."
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"By the way, my name's Fiona Delaney, would you mind if I asked for yours?" The red-head giggled at Mike's flustered face.
"Right, where are my manners... The name's Mike Humbol, it's very nice to meet you, Ms. Delaney."
A mental fistpump for saving the situation, the elevator came to a halt on the sixth floor to reveal another friendly face.
"Oh, good morning Mike, I was wondering when I'd get to see you today." Said a familiar female tone.
The closest person in the workforce to his age, Harshita Zoya; age 27, was an Indian woman who prefered to keep to herself but could talk for quite a bit once you got her going.
Long black hair with a few strands of hazel that stopped just an inch before her waist, Harshita was on the smaller side and stood at 5'6" with dark brown eyes and skin.
She was also more traditional in dress than most, as she wore a long red, sleeveless robe that reached her ankles. Yet beneath that robe, was a short pair of maroon shorts and a white shirt should Harshita ever need to remove her robe.
She didn't wear high-heels either, as she prefered her flat leather slippers, but she did in fact wear pantyhose.
Dark, golden pantyhose to be exact that was not quite sheer, but see through enough so you could make out her yellow-polished toes.
Lastly, she had a silver ring around her left wrist and a red dot on her forehead that Mike assumed to be a tradition sort of thing.
Everything about Harshita screamed delicate and beautiful, like the one flower in the garden that you couldn't bring yourself to pluck no matter how hard you wanted to.
Yet Harshita wasn't boastful about her natural beauty, and simply said that her appearance was a blessing she would work her hardest to maintain. Not to mention that she also had one of the brighter minds of the company as Mike would wager that Harshita rivaled Chloé in the field of crunching numbers.
Mike moved aside to allow Harshita to stand between him and Fiona.
Now, given the age of building, the elevator wasn't exactly the best on the market. Not that it wasn't reliable mind you, it was just really slow and rather small.
This, coupled with the fact that Mike shared the humble space with two very attractive women, made it so his conscience was delving into very dangerous territory.
Perhaps it was because of his recent ticklish event with Chloé, but Mike found his brain muting out the joyful conversation and tuning into the soft, scratchy sounds of his cohorts' nylons.
Both Harshita and Fiona were rather expressive in their talk, and everytime their slender legs would shift or rub together, their nylons would glide against each other thus sending a hypnotic melody through Mike's eardrums.
By the time the trio reached the twelfth floor, Mike looked as if he'd just finished a marathon and frantically dabbed his forehead in an attempt to fix himself up.
"Ah, there she is, the star of the hour!" Cheered Evelyn as she rushed from her office to greet those in the elevator.
The meeting between the boss and the Irish visitor lasting until the end of the afternoon, by the time Evelyn and the other women went for lunch, sunset had just begun.
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"So that's the representative from Ireland, she's very friendly don't you think?" Harshita hummed as she poured herself a cup of hot water in the break room and pulled a tea bag from the cupboard.
"I knew that Evelyn said that she had a lot of friends around the world, but she's never mentioned anyone from Ireland before." Matilda replied as she took a bite from her chocolate chip muffin.
"I find zee whole subject rather zuspicious," Chloé butted in while seated across from Matilda, "we've never had any contracts from Ireland or anywhere zat far up north."
"Maybe Evelyn is trying to expand in that direction? We've been doing well in the west, but we don't have that many ties in the east, north, or south for that matter." Harshita took a spot beside Chloé and wrapped her hands around her warm cup of tea.
"If that's the case, then Mike might actually get a male companion he can depend on." Matilda chuckled.
Chloé snorted. "Zat buffoon is going to need all the help he can get at zis rate."
This remark caused both Harshita and Matilda to frown.
"Mike is a nice man, I've done projects with him before and he takes all of his tasks seriously. He's even gone out of his way to correct a few of my documents and was kind in his explanations as to why they were wrong." The Indian woman sighed.
"Oh I'm sure Chloé's just being her usual uptight self," Matilda waved a playful hand at the French woman's scowl, "she was actually very nice to Mike during their joined assignment. Dare I say she even smiled when she saw him this morning."
Chloé's legs subconsciously pressed together and her toes curled within her sheer black nylons and black pumps.
"He's a pervert who's only good at hiding his true intentions. You zaw how he was when he left zee elevator zis morning, his face was covered with zee expression of a guilty man."
"I think Mike was more worried than anything, especially after he found out that Fiona was going to be his coworker." Harshita defended.
"I don't think Mike has anything to worry about, at least in regards to Fiona. In fact, she was already praising his manners to Evelyn after he hurried away to his cubicle." Matilda added.
Their lunch/dinner break in its last five minutes, the three women sighed as the papers on their desks weren't going to file themselves.
"Ah, girls, what wonderful timing!" Evelyn smiled as she entered the breakroom. Unlike most rooms in the office, the break room was the only place without a door as Evelyn enjoyed the easy access and open concept. That, or she was too lazy to pay the handyman to fix the door that she somehow broke.
Everyone in the company was very eager to hear such a story, and there were plenty of theories as to how Evelyn managed to do it, but everytime they mentioned it the boss would skillfully change the topic.
Taking the last vacant seat at the table, Evelyn flashed them a pearly smile and pulled out a blueberry muffin.
"Isn't it a little late for a snack?" Chloé said.
Evelyn shook her head playfully. "Not while my top negotiator is working on getting us a lovely reward."
The three women across from her blinked then shared a look. Everyone who worked for the company was currently in the break room, all except for...
"Don't tell me you put zee chance for a very profitable contract in the hands of zat idiot..." Chloé growled with a scrunched nose and narrowed eyes.
"Mike is capable, but he's not the best when it comes to keeping his composure when under pressure..." Harshita said as softly as she could.
"We can pretty much kiss Ireland's potential goodbye, girls..." Matilda lamented with a heavy sigh.
Evelyn's bright blue eyes gleamed.
"You have nothing to fear ladies, as the negotiations for the contract I wanted was already agreed upon before Fiona's arrival."
"Then what is Mike serving as your representative for?" Harshita pondered with furrowed brows.
"He's going to win a competition for me." Evelyn smirked oh so evily.
"Competition?" Her employees asked in beffudled unison.
Evelyn raised a manicured finger over her lips in a shushing manner then leaned in to satisfy the curious ears of her friends.
"I had to swear to keep the context of the competition secret, but I will be notified of the outcome via text. So until then, why don't you tell us about your movie night with Mike, Chloé? You haven't said anything about it since the day I forced you into it."
All eyes on the French member of the group, Chloé's pale cheeks gained a faint blush to them as she refused to speak of what happened that night.
Her nylon-clad toes curling and uncurling as the embarrassing memories of her ticklishness had begun to resurface; Chloé tried to change the topic to the breakroom's non-existant door.
Meanwhile in a nearby park located about ten minutes away from the office...
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"So... why are we here?" Mike tilted his head and blinked dumbly at the playground he'd been brought to.
It was a Sunday, so the park of the school was abandoned until Monday, which meant the entire place was deserted. Save for Mike and his new Irish friend of course.
"To have our friendly competition!" Fiona stated loudly with her hands on her hips.
"Right..." Mike tried to look like he understood what was going on, but in reality he looked like a lost tyke.
Without warning, Fiona snagged Mike by the arm and dragged him to a long stretch of monkeybars.
The monkeybars were about six feet in the air, which meant that Mike was well over them and Fiona was just an inch beneath.
With an enthusiastic grin, Fiona grabbed hold of the bars and climbed on until she was sitting on it.
She looked down at Mike and couldn't help but laugh at his dumbfounded face.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Or do you plan to forfeit the competition already?"
"I don't even know what I'm competing for. All Evelyn told me was that I had to win." Mike replied.
"Typical Evelyn," Fiona rolled her eyes, "she always did enjoy the dramatics of keeping people in the dark."
"Wait, you know each other?" Mike was surprised.
"Yep, met each other at a business rendezvous this one time, and to keep a long story short we became very good friends afterwards. We're also pretty competitive, as I'm sure your aware from your time with Evelyn, so I don't plan on losing our contest no matter what."
"Oh..." Was all Mike could say.
"I know that look," Fiona giggled, "I'm 36 years old and my birthday is in the spring. My feet are also size ten."
"I-I wasn't..." Mike bit his tongue at the knowing expression aimed towards him.
"I'm sorry..." He conceded.
"Think nothing of it!" Fiona shook he head jovially and ordered Mike to join her on the monkeybars.
Feeling a little sheepish about reliving his childhood, Mike nervously made his way up and grew even more concerned as Fiona unhooked the straps of her boots and then threw her footwear to the ground below.
Her white, nylon-clad toes flexing as the cool breeze passed through the transparent fabric, Mike quickly followed her example and dropped his shoes to reveal a pair of long black socks.
"So, what do we do now?" Mike asked.
Fiona decided to show instead of tell, and allowed herself to fall while her legs and arms were still wrapped around the bars.
She now looked like a lazy sloth and ordered Mike to copy her pose.
He did so with minimal effort, but found his suit rather restrictive so he decided to take it off and hang it beside him, thus leaving only his long-sleeved maroon polo shirt to cover his torso. This action drew a mischievous smile on Fiona's fair visage, but for what reason Mike could not tell.
"Alright, starting now, whoever drops or hits the ground first loses. Also, you're not allowed or sit on tops of the bars." Fiona declared.
"Oh, so that's it?" Mike wondered. "I'm not gonna lie that I'm thankful that this competition is a lot simpler than I first anticipated."
"Simple yes," Fiona wiggled her delicate eyebrows, "but easy? Oh heavens no. Especially after you've removed a layer of protection."
"Protection?" Mike gulped. He wasn't ready for a fight, especially against a lady. His parents had made sure to raise him as a gentleman.
"Don't worry about it," his Irish friend giggled and turned herself around so that while their heads were close, they were looking in opposite directions.
With a youthful cheer and joined agreement, the clock started and the bet was on.
A few minutes into the contest, Mike was pleased that his strength had not diminished in the slightest. But there was that annoying sensation that kept running across his ribs and near his armpits every now and then. At first he thought it was a squirrel, but the nut-loving rodents would be in the trees, not on a set of monkeybars.
Shifting uncomfortably, Mike turned around to see if he could find the source of his petty annoyance, but all he found was the freckly face of his new friend that was now oddly close to him along with her arms and hands.
Also, why was she looking at him as if he were some unexplainable oddity?
Meanwhile in Fiona's perspective, she felt absolutely betrayed. She pushed aside Mike's questions and assured him that all was well, but the moment he turned around and went back to dangling aimlessly, she pulled out her phone from her pant pocket and bit her lip at the coy text Evelyn had sent her a few seconds ago.
"Did you find out yet?" Read the text.
A wave of despair washing over her, Fiona's grip around the monkeybars faltered and she almost dropped her phone.
"Out of all the people on the planet..." She fumed silently. "I had to be saddled with the one muscular man who isn't ticklish!"
A few minutes later, Mike was starting to get bored and asked if Fiona was doing alright.
He didn't doubt her fitness, but he was sure he could win in a battle of stamina and grip strength. His assumption proved true by the slight trembling in his cohort's limbs, Mike asked if they should stop as he didn't want Fiona to fall and hurt herself.
"I'm fine!" Fiona blurted out, though her cheeks were a tad rosy with exhaustion.
"Are you sure?" Mike was unconvinced and moved over to aid his cohort's duress.
A slight breeze passing by, a couple of leaves from the nearby trees had fluttered onto Fiona's person. Mike, ever the gentleman, decided to remove the leaves but instead of brushing them off, he pinched them one by one.
Caught in the heat of the moment, Mike's index finger and thumb landed in the hollow of Fiona's armpit. The unexpected contact startled the red-head, and her entire body jolted upward as a result.
Mike's eyes went wide and so did Fiona's. Nothing but silence between the two, Mike reached out again and softly pinched Fiona's other armpit.
"D-Don't touch me there!" The Irish woman snapped, though her tone lacked her usual giddy determination.
"Okay, but my dad always said that the ribs were the best part of a barbecue, and it wouldn't do him well if I skipped that valuable lesson."
Mike's hands and legs scooted across the monkeybars and once his chest was aligned with Fiona's, he released his upper grip so that his head now faced the ground.
However, the trade off for a bit of excess blood to the skull was more than worth it. With both of his upper limbs free to do whatever they pleased, Mike gently placed his palms along the slender sections of Fiona's torso.
Her entire form shuddered from the warm contact and a drop of sweat rolled down her freckly cheek as butterflies had begun to fly in her tummy.
"Mike, don't you da-hahahare?!" The Irish woman's voice pitched high as her stomach tightened at Mike's prodding fingers.
He soon began to count the ribs of his friend while humming a sweet tune, and found that the spot beneath the red-head's modest breasts was by far the worst. At least so far.
However, Mike refused to touch Fiona's boobs, as he understood that a spot such as that was off limits with no exception.
"Sh-shtop! Shahaha-shtap it!" Fiona squealed as her elbows pressed against her sides in an attempt to protect the vulnerable clothed skin.
Hands clammy and sweat building on her face, Fiona bit her lower lip to keep her composure, but that didn't really work.
"Huh, so is this why you were happy when I took off my jacket... and footwear." Mike's brown eyes drifted to the fidgeting nylon-clad soles that were but a few feet from him. Hehe, a few feet, get it?
Given a moment to gather her bearings, Fiona's pale green eyes followed those of Mike, and when she saw what they were narrowed on, she felt a lump form in her throat and was quick to retreat. However, Fiona was already at the end of the monkeybars and found that her escape routes were non-existent.
With the nimbleness of a cat, Mike maneuvered his way so that his shoulder was right beside Fiona's crossed legs.
The Irish woman tried to shove him away with her left elbow, but the man's devotion to health was finally bearing fruit as he proved to strong to deter.
Deciding to give his new friend a chance, Mike took things slowly and only flexed his index finger. He placed it at the ball of Fiona's pantyhosed foot then traced tiny figure eights along the smooth scratchy silk.
Much like Chloé, Fiona's reaction was immediate and her lips spread into a distressed grin while her eyes squinted shut.
"F-Feheheeet ahahare ahahahoff lihihihimits!"
Her left leg jerked, and slipped from its hooked position from the calf and stopped at the ankle. Most of her weight on her right leg, Mike made sure to balance it out and reached toward it.
Allowing his three longest fingers to glide across the silky smooth and moist arch of Fiona's right foot, the leg it belonged too followed the left's example and slid from the back of the knee to the ankle.
"Tickling is against the rules!" Fiona huffed when she was given a short reprieve and glared angrily at Mike with whatever focus she could muster. Though her anger soon turned to horror as the lad casually shrugged.
"You tried tickling me first, so technically you're the cheater." He reasoned.
"B-But your bigger and stronger than me so I had to think outside the box!" She protested.
Mike deadpanned. "Yeah, but we both agreed to the rules, and when we agreed tickling was fair game."
An imaginary lightbulb dinged above Mike's head that was courtesy of the author.
He glanced at the school behind him and noticed the happy paintings of nursery rhymes done by the younger grades on the red brick walls with one song standing out too him. It was too perfect for his current situation
"How about this," Mike mused, "If you can make it through one of the rhymes that I've chosen then I'll forfeit the contest and will gracefully accept my defeat."
"Deal!" Fiona wheezed.
She didn't know what she'd signed up for exactly, but anything had to be better than her current predicament. Oh how wrong she was.
"Alrighty, no takebacks!" Mike laughed before clearing his throat.
Cracking his neck and knuckles, Mike raised himself so his abs scrunched and he was able to poke his chin above the monkey bars.
While he wasn't really into feet, he had to admit that Fiona's were very pretty.
In comparison to Chloé's high-arched ticklish tootsies where the toes were slanted and the big toe the longest, Fiona's were a tad flat footed with toes that were set in a more even alignment, though her big toe was still the longest, and square shape with red nail polish instead of white.
Mike could also see Fiona's calves flexing beneath her khaki pants. The fact that she'd held onto the monkeybars for this long was also a testament to her willpower and dedication to physical education. Which Mike greatly respected.
His inspection done with, Mike took a deep breath and smiled coyly at his helpless friend who was now trying to stab him to death with her glare.
"This little piggy went to market..." Mike chuckled as he singled out the big toe of Fiona's left foot.
"Mmmphhhft!" Fiona's cheeks gained a dark hue of scarlet as her lips stretched into a messy smile.
Using his pinky digit, Mike softly scratched through the sheer material of the Irish woman's pantyhose and chuckled as her big toe frantically wiggled side to side.
"This little piggy stayed home..." Mike added his middle finger into the assault and methodically dragged it across Fiona's second toe.
"Sh-Shtahahap that!" Fiona said through muffled giggles. Shaking her head so strongly that she shook off the band that kept her ponytail in place. Thus allowing her hair to flow freely.
Squirming just as much as it's superior, the second toe could only take the assault as it's ticklish nerves were aggravated.
"This little piggy had roast beef..." Mike Instructed his middle finger to join the mix, and it targeted Fiona's respective middle toe.
"Nahahaht thahahat one!" Fiona's entire face was burning a deep crimson at this point as Mike's fingers wiggled between his friend's ecstatic ticklish digits.
"This little piggy had none..."
Mike continued carelessly while putting his ring finger into action on his Irish captive. His lips spread into a childish grin as Fiona's fourth toe smushed itself against the third for protection, the shrill cries of laughter fitted with an Irish accent sent fireworks through his mind and ears.
"Thihihihis isn't fuhuhuhnyyyy!" Fiona belted out.
"And this little piggies went... Wee! Wee! Wee! All the way home!" Mike sang, diverting his fingers from Fiona's ecstatic toes to her trembling sweaty arch.
The sheer nylons allowing his hands free reign over the Irish woman's ticklish soles, the laughter inducing torture had finally reached a limit as her ankle slipped along the side of the metal bar.
Fiona's green eyes shot wide open, and in a split second decision, she clamped her now tickle-relieved toes on the bar instead. She managed to stop her left foot from falling off, but now she was grasping at straws for support.
"I-I did it!" She wheezed in triumph. Her modest chest and toned stomach rising and falling in rapid beats as her red hair fell loosely around her shoulders and back.
"You did," Mike congratulated, "at least for the first half of the song."
"WHAAAT?!!!" Fiona screamed in disbelief.
Mike jabbed a thumb toward the school wall from which he recited the nursery rhyme.
The kids who'd painted it had decided to write a second set of lyrics for the leftover digits that were omitted from the original song.
"N-No... Nononononono!!!" Fiona gasped in dread.
"Sorry, Ms. Delaney, but my boss would kill me with extra work if I lost on her behalf. Plus, it's been a while since I've sung a song, so this is a good chance as any to practice right?"
Mike teased and recited the rest of this little piggy after giving his knuckles another good crack for good luck.
"W-Wait, Mike!" Fiona begged as the sound of her slipping silky tights echoed between them.
"I-I can give you an easier workload for the rest of the week if you let me win!"
The man she addressed curled a brow at this and halted the approach of his wiggling fingers. He made a show of thinking it over, but continued his slow journey to Fiona's right foot that was still perched by the ankle.
"I can let you take longer breaks!" She tried again and added a seductive flutter of her eyelashes that were dripping with sweat.
Mike nodded, pursed his lips, but continued to methodically wiggle his eager fingers towards Fiona's right, nylon-clad foot that had scrunched up and pulled back in fidgeting fear.
"H-How about a one-hundred dollar gift card of your favorite restaurant?!" She begged with sweat-mixed tears as she forced her lips into the most innocent smile she could muster. She even tilted her head for increased effect.
"Wow... That is tempting." Mike nodded again and smiled lazily as he covered the arch of Fiona's sweaty foot with his entire hand. He hadn't started tickling yet, but the threat was definitely there.
"IT IS ISN'T IT?!?!?!" Fiona squealed as Mike slowly dragged his palm up and down her pantyhosed sole.
Exhaustion and ticklishness proving too great a combo to endure, Fiona's right foot twisted and accidentally wiggled itself off the metal bar.
A high pitched yelp followed by quick thinking, Fiona repeated her left foot's last ditch effort to save itself and scrunched right foot's toes over the bar. Her feet now pressed together, they were the only support that kept her lower body in contact with the monkeybars.
Fiona's slender legs, stretched at a perfect sixty degree angle, the sweat she'd worked up had started to show through her clothes. Especially her armpits.
"Wow, your piggies are really strong, and ticklish." Mike cupped his chin in a classic thinker pose as he observed his friend's shuddering feet.
"L-Listen to me, Mike!" Fiona was practically shouting at this point. "We haven't known each other for long, but I promise that if you let me win I can get you a substantial raise!"
Doing all that she could to make herself look appealing and honest, the Irish woman's face paled as Mike whimsically shook his head in the negative.
He clapped his hands together in a way that ressembled someone praying, then tried to nuzzle the tips of his fingers between Fiona's nylon-covered arches.
The task proved harder than he anticipated, as the red-head was trying her hardest to deny him access to that ticklish area and clinched her pantyhosed tootsies extra tight.
"How about a week off of work?!" Fiona yelled.
Mike's stuck his tongue out and narrowed his eyes as he managed to worm his fingernails between Fiona's jittery trotters.
Inching his way between the damp arches, the movements of Mike's hands was just a hair's length away from sending Fiona into absolute hysteria.
"Hahahahow!~ About a freehehehe!~ Trip to Hawaiihihihihihi?!~" The woman sputtered in raucous laughter.
She furiously shook her head in a vain attempt to rid herself of the tickling sensations that racked her slender body.
Mike's grin turned predatory as his hands were able to force apart Fiona's soles. Now, it really was just her toes that kept her from falling.
"Oh... Please, Mike... I'll do anything if you let me win!"
Fiona stammered through raspy breaths. Her hair tie long gone, her bright red locks hung loosely over her tear-filled eyes and quivering puppy pout.
Mike hesitated and blinked. His cheerfulness halted by the distressed sight of his friend that he had caused, a twinge of guilt shot through his heart as he made eye contact with Fiona's perspiring visage.
"Ring~ Ring~ Ring~" Went the jingle of Mike's cellphone.
He seperated his hands from Fiona's feet, much to the Irish woman's relief, and answered the call.
"Hello, Evelyn, is something the matter?"
He could practically see the pearly smile of his boss as she spoke.
"Hello, Mike," she said. "You've been gone for half an hour and I was starting to get worried about you. Have you not finished the competition with Fiona yet?"
"Well... actually, I was thinking that maybe I should let her win. This contest hasn't been really fair, and I kinda took advantage of something that I don't have a weakness to." Mike replied sheepishly.
"Mike." Evelyn's voice went from happy to dead serious in a heartbeat. "Did I forget to mention that Fiona was planning to dump half of her workload on you so that she wouldn't have to stress about getting up to speed for the first few weeks?"
"Oi!" Fiona butted in. "You weren't supposed to tell him that, Evelyn, ya damn gobshite!"
"Huh... Okay then. I'll see you and the others in bit, Ms. Grace, I just need to win this bet real quick." Mike ended the call and turned his deadpanned expression toward his panting cohort.
"She's just lying about all that nonsense!" Fiona babbled through hitched breaths.
"Uh-huh." Mike did not sound convinced and veered his attention to Fiona's quivering toes.
"W-Wait, let's talk things through like reasonable people!"
"Sure," Mike nodded and wedged his fingers between Fiona's arches and began to mercilessly scratch the moist, nylon-covered skin with all his digits.
"That is if you can find the time to catch your breath."
"N-No, Mike, we can-"
Her speech cut off by Mike's tickle attack, whatever promise or fib Fiona could devise was lost as her lungs were forced into overdrive.
"Nohohohoho!~ Mihihihihike!~ Hahahahave!~ Merhehehehecy!~"
Bucking and thrashing, streams of desperate tears poured from her clenched eyes while she hysterically flung her head back and forth.
One by one, her red-polished toes popped off the bar and Fiona's fingers hastily followed.
Mike, however, anticipated this and with one quick swoop, he flung himself around and beneath his friend then wrapped his arms around her torso.
Using himself as a cushion, Mike landed back-first against the loose gravel below with Fiona snuggled safely on top of him.
With a heavy thud, all came to a definitive halt with both Mike and Fiona panting heavily as a result.
"U-Um..." Mike gulped as Fiona weakly tilted her head from the confines of his sweaty chest to meet his gaze.
His dull brown pupils staring into her glimmer pale green eyes and the sweaty face that came with it, he felt his cheeks flush at such a beautiful sight and tried to correct himself.
"I'm sorry... I took things too far. I got excited and I ended up going overboard. Evelyn's input didn't really help either and-"
"That's enough, Mike," Fiona's voice was weak and gentle as she put a warm finger against her friend's nervous lips.
"I'm too tired to give a bloody damn about anything right now... and your surprisingly comfortable to snuggle up against. There's surely a lot more muscle below your suit than you let on.~"
"Er..." Mike blanked as this was not the reaction he was expecting from the Irish woman he'd just tickled to death.
"You even risked snapping your spine to break my fall, and you didn't go for my butt or tits when you tickled me. I bet you went out of your way to avoid those areas, didn't you?~"
"Y-Yeah, you got me there..." Mike shrugged. At least he tried to as it was hard to do so when you had a fit 5'11 Irish woman on you.
"So... as payment for nearly tickling me into an early grave, you have to let me lay on top of you for a while, at least until I get enough energy to walk back to the office..."
"S-Sure, I can do that..." Mike answered timidly.
With that, Fiona tenderly nuzzled her head against Mike's chest, rested her palms against his defined pectorals; hooked her right leg behind his, and closed her eyes.
And as if fate was throwing the kind man a bone, a swift breeze pushed Mike's coat from the monkeybars and it landed on the two snugglers below like a blanket.
Feeling Fioana's breath on his neck and her modest breasts pressed against his person, Mike could sweat he could hear the Irish woman's heartbeat.
"W-Well..." Mike conceded to the circumstances and opted to stare at the ravishing sunset in the sky.
"At least things worked out in the end." He sighed blissfully and allowed the lids over his eyes to lower.
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"Hey, is it really okay to close the office when Mike's suitcase and documents are still here? Harshita asked as she and the others waited for the elevator.
"Don't worry, dear," Evelyn said with a smile. "I'm sure Mike will come early to get his things sorted out. Besides, I've decided that tomorrow will be a half day for all of us."
"Oh, and why the sudden generosity?" Matilda leaned in with curious eyes as did the other two ladies.
"It's because Mike won the bet with Fiona, this means our new Irish colleague will be treating us at the new Japanese restaurant that recently opened!" Evelyn declared with gusto.
"You mean zat Japanese restaurant zat opened a few blocks down from our office? Chloé hummed.
"You got that right girls, so make sure to bring your appetites!"
The day ending in smiles, both forced and won, the next day would prove to be another memorable memory for Mike, but that's another story for next time. Wouldn't you agree?
