SilkStone18
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Hello, everyone. You've probably forgotten this newcomer to the forum, but I've got a lot of drafts for the new year that are waiting to be uploaded. Last time I counted, there were nine in total. If you're wondering why I've been absent, well... there's an explanation in the real tickling stories thread that'll give you some insight. With that, enjoy the story guys and please leave me a review for new countries and scenarios to introduce!
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Friday, the time of the week where most gents were eager to head down to the pub and get an early start in drowning themselves in booze so they could sober up on the weekend. Mike, though he enjoyed his mug of beer, was not drawn into the whole "get pissed drunk and have your spouse forgive you after the fact" and sat quietly by the window with a tired yet content smile on his face. The past week had been cruel, leaving little time for enjoyment as the deadline for a new program destined for a high-state American bank had been Mike's top priority as well as the rest of his fellow workers. Mike chuckled at the memory of Matilda and Julietta going on a rant about needing time to do their makeup, which made Evelyn lash out at them for supposed laziness despite the former putting in their fair share of work.
"Hey there, cutie," hummed a pretty young lady with bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair who strolled up to the young man's table with a seductive sway in her hips. "How's about you join me and my friends for a drink? I'm sure we'll have a great time."
Mike refused, as politely as any true gentleman would. He could see a few of the blonde's friends muttering mischievously to each other at the bar table, but when their friend returned without a man in tow, their smiles turned angry as their eyes squinted at Mike as if he were daft. Yes, all three of those girls including the blonde who sauntered back to the bar table were beautiful, but Mike wasn't in the mood to try and be a pick up artist; which his sister and mother said was the worst possible job for him since he lacked any kind of flirting skills. That, and he didn't want to start the week after the new year with a broken heart.
Well... there was one instance when he did approach a beautiful woman and got into a relationship, but those days were long past and ended in a horrific tragedy that Rebecca, Mike's loving sister, hadn't truly forgiven him for.
Mike shrugged. "Oh well, more beer for me." He said and finished his third bottle.
"...To that I must agree. Although, I've always preferred a nice scotch or whisky on the rocks." Came a familiar giddy voice that spun Mike around and made his jaw drop.
Dressed to perfection, there stood Fiona Thyme, her slender figure and generous proportions clasped perfectly in a scarlet gown of smooth silk that was cut to offer a splendid sight of cleavage and small windows for her hips; while her hair was glossy with a hint of orange that reflected the bar's dim lighting and emphasized the emeralds she had for eyes. Last but not least, a pair of tall, black stilettos completed the outfit which contrasted Fiona's pale skin.
"You always look delightful, but tonight you've outdone yourself, Mrs. Thyme." Mike said after a hard gulp. He didn't want to gawk and stare, but he couldn't help himself as his senior's elegant outlook was something he'd never seen before. His brain took a bit to register that he was still alive. That, and after a few drinks, his chivalry was being tested as a mix between a drunk and an emerrassed blush covered his face.
"Mrs. Thyme?" Fiona said crossly and gesture for Mike to follow her. "I thought we were on a first name basis, no?"
Mike finished his drink and put down three ten dollar bills to cover his tab. He hadn't meant to offend his friend, but given the atmosphere and jealous glares sent his way, he thought it best to keep a professional demeanor.
"Sorry, its just that..." Mike fumbled for words as the two entered a hallway, the noise of the bar fading to but a whisper as they encountered a pair of stairs; and with Fiona in front of him, Mike could only mumble as his eyes feasted on the perky bubble of a butt that swayed from side to side as he walked upward.
"You don't want people to get the wrong idea." Fiona growled. Her tone oddly hostile which made Mike question her intentions.
At the top of the stairs, Mike was greeted by a fancy door with brass letters nailed to it. The letters read: private room #3. Mike's heart began to race. Was Fiona drunk? Did she happen to mistake Mike for someone else? Mike shifted uncomfortably and his gaze flicked back to the hallway from whence he came, but before he could decide between retreat and moving forward, the decision was made for him when Fiona latched onto his arm and dragged him through the door.
"Do you want a drink, Mike? I know you've had a beer already, but for a man as big as you, I bet you're still plenty sober." Fiona sashayed toward a cabinet stationed in the middle of the room, and opened it to reveal a myriad of expensive drinks which Mike could only name two of.
"I... don't follow." Mike rubbed his neck and took in the full sight of the room. A maroon carpeted floor, with a luxurious view of the city in its nightly state, Mike wandered over to the only thing he could sit on; a wide leather couch with a foot rest in front of it and a lamp beside them both which gave a dim appeal, but not an unpleasant one.
"I asked you if you wanted to drink." Fiona slammed the cabinet doors shut and returned with only a bottle of expensive whiskey in hand. She plopped herself on the farthest, opposite side of the couch and twisted off the cap. "But I guess I'm the only one who needs alcohol tonight."
"Whoa, slow down, Fiona." Mike closed the distance and put a hand on his friends' shoulder who shrugged him off violently and took a long swig.
Now that they were alone and Fiona had Mike's undivided attention, the young man noticed the slight smearing of makeup around Fiona's eyes, and the tiny bruise on her left hand.
"I don't need your pity!" Fiona shouted suddenly. "All because I put in the effort to look nice, that doesn't mean that a rich man can go ahead and treat me like a piece of property instead of a person! God, I hate blind dates!"
Mike blew a frustrated breath, but not for himself as he struggled for a way to make Fiona feel better. Granted, he didn't have much to go off of, but he did remember what happened between Chloé and her ex-boyfriend Micheal, but how did Mike make the French woman feel better again? Oh... that's right! He stood up for her then tickled her after!
Mike's face flushed and embarrassed shade of red. He would gladly speak on Fiona's better qualities but he didn't want to tickle her as now did not feel like an appropriate moment to indulge in what he understood to be a developing fetish. "Easy, there, Fiona. You know, I also was mislead by a pretty girl before, but if you want to be the first to share, then I'm all ears." Mike said calmly.
"Go ahead." Fiona spat and shoved the whiskey bottle in Mike's lap. "I'd love to hear how the great Mike Humbol was served a plate of undeserved humiliation."
Mike laughed and brought the whiskey bottle to his lips. It was a strong brew that had a zing of spice to it.
"It was a few years back. I was twenty years old, fresh into university, and I was meeting this Italian girl who I often declared as the smartest and prettiest person on the entire campus." Mike sighed and eased back in his seat as a forlorn glint took over his usually jovial eyes. He didn't notice Fiona scooch over and nestle beside him, leaving only an inch between the two before their skin made contact as she wore a very curious expression.
"Yeah, when I hit the big two and zero, I thought I was the luckiest man in the world. My studies were decent, my boxing pals considered me the best in the gym, and of all the people in our year, it was Yvonne Altobelo who asked me to be her boyfriend. God, for the start of that year, I wanted time to stall and allow me to savor every second I spent with my girlfriend. But... heh, some things in life aren't meant to last forever I suppose."
Mike grew solemn and his breathing slowed.
Had it really been four years since he broke up with Yvonne? Granted, he didn't really talk about her, and only his younger sister knew of his former relationship, yet that was one of the very few things that Rebecca never mocked him about.
"Hey, don't stop now." Fiona said with a much softer tone. "Tell me about your pain. It'll be good for you to let it all out."
"Well..." Mike continued and put the whiskey bottle on the floor so he could clasp his hands over his lap. "About three months into our relationship, Yvonne told me straight to my face that she was bored of the dumbest man on campus and wanted to see new horizons. She did this behind the school after regular hours, but rumors spread fast in an environment ruled by young adults. Long story short, I became the biggest laughing stock in the university, and even the teachers took up the chance to mock me."
Mike blinked back a tear and rubbed his forehead. He wasn't really sad about what had happened anymore, but it still hurt to bring up the matter. However, when he finished his tale, he felt an ominous shiver pass down his spine and winced when he saw Fiona's disgusted expression.
"A bitch." Fiona huffed with irritation. "I hope that cow trips and breaks both her ankles."
"It's in the past." Mike soothed. "There's no need to dwell on such matters anymore."
"Oh no you don't." Fiona closed the distance and poked Mike on the forehead. "I'm not letting you bury yourself in a false sense of maturity. Now look at me, Mike, because I'm about to give you some very good advice."
Mike did his best to meet his friend's eye and not stare at the plump, pale breasts that were pressing against his chest.
"It's good to get mad. Healthy even. So don't go bottling up your emotions so you can wait for them to blow up in your face." Fiona huffed then pulled Mike in for a hug that he awkwardly returned.
"Thanks." Mike sighed and tried to return the hug, but before he could get his arms in place Fiona pushed his head down and smothered his face in her breasts.
"No need to thank me, honey. You know, I did the same for Chloé a while back when we went out for a few drinks. I could tell something was amiss about our snobby French lass, and all it took were a few comforting words to pry open all the hurt that weighed Chloé down. I know it's hard to believe, but Chloé seems to have taken a liking to you after you saved her from her ex-boyfriend."
"Saved?" Mike managed to lift his head so his mouth could move. "I didn't do anything like that. Chloé was the one who broke off the relationship."
Fiona barked out a laugh. "Oh, honey, you have no idea how much a woman appreciates the genuine words of a man who wants to help. Not only that, you didn’t try to rebound on Chloé's misfortune and did everything in your power to make her feel better. If that’s not worth praising, then I'm not Irish."
"Alright. I concede and will take your praise." Mike sighed. "But... would it be okay of you let me go? It's kinda hard to breath."
Fiona snorted. "Oh? Are my breasts not to your liking? Maybe you'd prefer Evelyn's larger bosom? Or maybe Chloé's small but shapely boobs would be better cushions for you?"
"You know that's not what I meant." Mike rolled his eyes. "You're an absolute beauty, Fiona, and you don't need to dress up all fancy to prove it."
"Oh..." Fiona giggled with a grin that was both warm and sly. "If you talk to me that way, I'll never let you go. And don't think that I don't have ways of keeping you around."
Mike appreciated the thought, but his neck was on the verge of gaining a crick that would need hours of therapy to remedy. Thus, he raised his hands, flexed his fingers, and reached for Fiona's hips.
"Nice try, Mike." Fiona said sweetly and quickly shifted to her right. With the leverage in the Irish woman's favor, Mike fell off the couch and landed on his knees, burying his face deeper in Fiona's chest in the process. "That's very naughty. Trying to take advantage of me when I'm comforting you. If that's how you want to play, I'll just have to punish you a little bit."
Fiona pinched Mike's ear and twisted it. Like a mother would to a disobedient youth who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. However, this was her undoing, as Mike took the full opportunity to pry his head free, but instead of jumping back; Mike planted his hands on Fiona's thighs, and dug his fingers into the soft, pale flesh.
Fiona's reaction was immediate and broke her hold over the young man to try and curl in her legs, but this only brought her bare feet closer to Mike's reach. He managed to slip a heel off, but the moment Fiona's toes wiggled in the cool air, she fought back so strongly and suddenly that Mike tumbled to the ground and landed flat on his back.
Once the stars left Mike's brown eyes, he propped himself up to see a reclined Fiona with her arms around herself as if she'd been abused. A lump caught in Mike's throat. Had he hurt his friend? Did he go too far? His eyes shifting to the heel on the floor then to his hurt friend, Mike sighed in regret and put together a proper apology.
"W-Wait!" Fiona bit her lower lip as Mike turned to leave. "I'm not mad. At least, not at you. It's just that... the man who showed up for my blind date... went for a lot of inappropriate touches... I slapped him silly when he reached for my breasts, but he made sure to take his leave with a few nasty words that... actually hurt me."
Mike cringed. "God... was I reaching around her like a pervert?" He thought.
"Hold it." Fiona suddenly stood with a sassy hand on her hip. "Let's not ruin the good mood. Don't think I didn't see the tears in your eyes when you talked about that ex-bitch of yours. Now, fetch my purse on the counter over there, then I'll be ready for what you have in store."
"...What I have in store? I'm sorry, but what the heck are you talking about?" Mike stood stiff as a statue until Fiona's patience ran out and she barked at him to get a move on. The young man did as he was told, and grabbed a leather purse with a flower pattern knitted in golden threads off the kitchen counter and handed it over to Fiona.
"Now, what preference in color do you have? For pantyhose, I mean." Fiona asked and popped open her bag. "I have a sheer pair of black, white, and nude hose. So take your pick..."
Mike's mind hopped into a different dimension of thought. Fiona, while an amazing woman in her own right, was his senior and mentor at the company since she answered only to Evelyn and sometimes Chloé. Did... Did Mike really have a choice here?
"I can find men like you like sand on a beach!" Yvonne's cruel words struck Mike like a haunting ghost filled with malice. "Don't think I didn't notice you trying to look up my skirt whenever we went out, you damn pervert!"
Cackling ensued and the world around Mike faded into blankness. Whatever enjoyment he had for the evening withering by the second, he heaved a deep sigh and shook his head. "I'm... sorry, Fiona. Im not in the mood. Can we just... call it a night and enjoy a few drinks?"
Fiona stopped rummaging through her bag with a curious expression, then gasped when she saw tears rolling down Mike's face that splotched the floor. Like a loving mother, Fiona lunged forward and smothered Mike with a warm embrace. She didn't care that the young man's visage was pressed against her large breasts, and combed his hair with delicate fingers as she hummed a lullaby her parents used to sing when she was little.
"There's no need to cry. Let's leave the alcohol alone for the rest of the night, okay? When you're ready, I'll drive you home. Shhh... don't worry, Mike, Fiona's here to hear whatever you need to say." Fiona soothed. Perhaps the alcohol she'd consumed prior had taken a toll on her awareness of space, but even if she was sober, she wouldn't care if it meant giving Mike the emotional healing he needed.
"... I loved her." Mike whispered through a defeated breath. "I really did with all my heart..."
"I know you did. You would never lie about something like that." Fiona rested her chin on Mike's head as she brought him deeper into her chest. The work day that followed, brought forth a great storm that neither of them could face alone.
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"Okay, everyone! The client was more than happy with the program and accessories we produced, and I'm happy to say that we've hooked in another client that's on the rise and willing to pay a hefty sum for our services!" Evelyn announced to the dread of her employees who were grouped in front of her office.
"So which place on the map is our client from this time?" Chloé asked impatiently.
Evelyn showed a broad smile with all her teeth. "We have three representatives from Italy, Sweden, and Norway! Oh? I think they've just arrived!"
Right on queue, the doorbell rang and three women stepped into the office and waved to Evelyn as they made their way over. The first to be introduced, was the Norwegian woman who stood at five feet and six inches, with coal black hair that fell to her fair shoulders, and deep brown eyes that were bright with life. Her name was Arda Hilde aged 29; and Mike could tell from the way she stood that she was a proud woman, but she lacked the snooty vibe that he often found in Chloé's uptight demeanor. Arda was dressed in a black blouse, a loose beige skirt with frills that covered her slender, nude nyloned legs which ended with a pair of flat leather slippers.
Next to her was Mira Rosel aged 27; a Swedish woman who stood at five foot seven with pale skin, bright blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and a killer smile that Mike found to be both hungry and inviting. Mira dressed in a flamboyant purple sundress with orange and yellow suns spotted around the sleeves and waist that covered her sheer blue, reinforced tights that ended in a pair of tall green stilettos. Mike found Mira's outfit to be a non-verbal challenge to the thawing winter.
Last but not least...
"Hmm? It can't be... Mike, is that you?" Chimed a voice smooth as silk and sweet as fresh cane sugar.
"H-Hey! What are you doing?!" Chloé snapped at Mike as he stepped back unexpectedly. However, when the French woman turned and witnessed the despair on the young man's ghostly face, her anger died down to genuine worry.
"Wow, I haven't seen you since college!" The Italian woman pressed forward with keen interest.
"...Yvonne?" Mike's heart hammered in his chest, and he reached out for the nearest shoulder to steady himself, which happened to be Harshita's.
Yvonne Altobelo aged 24 who stood at six foot four inches; was dressed to perfection in an outfit that screamed wealth and social superiority. Yvonne showed a wolfish grin that made even Evelyn question her position for the scant of a moment. Yvonne's attire consisted of a black blouse with streaks of silver clustered with golden stars that mirrored a mesmerizing midnight sky that matched her wavy, silky black hair that flowed effortlessly over her slender shoulders. A sharp face fitted with a long, delicate nose, high cheekbones, and venomous green eyes that shined like emeralds, it was no wonder that Yvonne was a desired model on nearly every fashion magazine in Italy.
"Oh my God! It really is you! I haven't seen you in two years! We have so much we need to talk about and catch up on! How about we go to a quiet café once your done work, then we can... excuse me? I'm talking to an old friend here." Yvonne's gaze hardened on the sudden intrusion that was Fiona, who pushed her way to the front of the group to serve as a wedge between Yvonne and Mike.
"If you need to talk to Mike, you'll need to speak to me first, honey." Fiona said with a sterness that got the attention of everyone in the room. "But frankly, I don't want you anywhere near the young man. Do I make myself clear?"
Yvonne showed a demure smile as she tilted her head slightly over Fiona's shoulder. "My, how your tastes have changed, Mike. Are you into older women now?"
Fiona was about to raise her voice, but Evelyn swooped in a second earlier and put out the first before her entire office was swallowed in a verbal inferno. "Now, let's calm down everyone." Evelyn said calmly. "Ms. Altobelo, we still need to discuss your contract with this company. Would you please follow me along with your colleagues into my office so we can get started?"
Yvonne sighed, then spun on her heels with a careless flick of her hair. "Don't worry, Mike. We'll still get the chance to talk later. I can promise you that without a doubt."
When the door of Evelyn's office snapped shut, all the women in the office swarmed Mike for answers. However, unlike his usual jovial self, Mike remained solemn and asked Chloé for an early lunch. The French woman wanted to pry, but could not bring herself to do so when she saw the sad expression on the young man's face.
"What is wrong with him?" Chloé blurted once Mike was out of the room.
All the women turned to Fiona, who crossed her arms and glared daggers at Evelyn's office door. "That little hussy with the green eyes," Fiona growled. "Is the ex who broke Mike's heart."
A collective gasp silenced the office. With everyone thinking of a way to console Mike's pain and get back at the one responsible for his trauma.
End.
Phew! Okay guys, I know there wasn't a lot of tickling, but I needed to set the mood given my slow burn nature. But that was just a taste of what is to come. Guaranteed, there will be a lot of tickle scenarios in the second part, but who are the matchups going to be? That is the question. I've got a rough idea who I want to pit against each other, but I'll let you guys decide too.
Here are the potential scenarios:
Mike vs anyone.
Fiona or Chloé or Evelyn vs. Yvonne.
Harshita vs. Arda.
Matilda vs. Mira.
Please leave a suggestion, and I'll do my best to upload more often with the coming new year. Happy holidays, everyone, and God bless!
Silkstone18.
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Friday, the time of the week where most gents were eager to head down to the pub and get an early start in drowning themselves in booze so they could sober up on the weekend. Mike, though he enjoyed his mug of beer, was not drawn into the whole "get pissed drunk and have your spouse forgive you after the fact" and sat quietly by the window with a tired yet content smile on his face. The past week had been cruel, leaving little time for enjoyment as the deadline for a new program destined for a high-state American bank had been Mike's top priority as well as the rest of his fellow workers. Mike chuckled at the memory of Matilda and Julietta going on a rant about needing time to do their makeup, which made Evelyn lash out at them for supposed laziness despite the former putting in their fair share of work.
"Hey there, cutie," hummed a pretty young lady with bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair who strolled up to the young man's table with a seductive sway in her hips. "How's about you join me and my friends for a drink? I'm sure we'll have a great time."
Mike refused, as politely as any true gentleman would. He could see a few of the blonde's friends muttering mischievously to each other at the bar table, but when their friend returned without a man in tow, their smiles turned angry as their eyes squinted at Mike as if he were daft. Yes, all three of those girls including the blonde who sauntered back to the bar table were beautiful, but Mike wasn't in the mood to try and be a pick up artist; which his sister and mother said was the worst possible job for him since he lacked any kind of flirting skills. That, and he didn't want to start the week after the new year with a broken heart.
Well... there was one instance when he did approach a beautiful woman and got into a relationship, but those days were long past and ended in a horrific tragedy that Rebecca, Mike's loving sister, hadn't truly forgiven him for.
Mike shrugged. "Oh well, more beer for me." He said and finished his third bottle.
"...To that I must agree. Although, I've always preferred a nice scotch or whisky on the rocks." Came a familiar giddy voice that spun Mike around and made his jaw drop.
Dressed to perfection, there stood Fiona Thyme, her slender figure and generous proportions clasped perfectly in a scarlet gown of smooth silk that was cut to offer a splendid sight of cleavage and small windows for her hips; while her hair was glossy with a hint of orange that reflected the bar's dim lighting and emphasized the emeralds she had for eyes. Last but not least, a pair of tall, black stilettos completed the outfit which contrasted Fiona's pale skin.
"You always look delightful, but tonight you've outdone yourself, Mrs. Thyme." Mike said after a hard gulp. He didn't want to gawk and stare, but he couldn't help himself as his senior's elegant outlook was something he'd never seen before. His brain took a bit to register that he was still alive. That, and after a few drinks, his chivalry was being tested as a mix between a drunk and an emerrassed blush covered his face.
"Mrs. Thyme?" Fiona said crossly and gesture for Mike to follow her. "I thought we were on a first name basis, no?"
Mike finished his drink and put down three ten dollar bills to cover his tab. He hadn't meant to offend his friend, but given the atmosphere and jealous glares sent his way, he thought it best to keep a professional demeanor.
"Sorry, its just that..." Mike fumbled for words as the two entered a hallway, the noise of the bar fading to but a whisper as they encountered a pair of stairs; and with Fiona in front of him, Mike could only mumble as his eyes feasted on the perky bubble of a butt that swayed from side to side as he walked upward.
"You don't want people to get the wrong idea." Fiona growled. Her tone oddly hostile which made Mike question her intentions.
At the top of the stairs, Mike was greeted by a fancy door with brass letters nailed to it. The letters read: private room #3. Mike's heart began to race. Was Fiona drunk? Did she happen to mistake Mike for someone else? Mike shifted uncomfortably and his gaze flicked back to the hallway from whence he came, but before he could decide between retreat and moving forward, the decision was made for him when Fiona latched onto his arm and dragged him through the door.
"Do you want a drink, Mike? I know you've had a beer already, but for a man as big as you, I bet you're still plenty sober." Fiona sashayed toward a cabinet stationed in the middle of the room, and opened it to reveal a myriad of expensive drinks which Mike could only name two of.
"I... don't follow." Mike rubbed his neck and took in the full sight of the room. A maroon carpeted floor, with a luxurious view of the city in its nightly state, Mike wandered over to the only thing he could sit on; a wide leather couch with a foot rest in front of it and a lamp beside them both which gave a dim appeal, but not an unpleasant one.
"I asked you if you wanted to drink." Fiona slammed the cabinet doors shut and returned with only a bottle of expensive whiskey in hand. She plopped herself on the farthest, opposite side of the couch and twisted off the cap. "But I guess I'm the only one who needs alcohol tonight."
"Whoa, slow down, Fiona." Mike closed the distance and put a hand on his friends' shoulder who shrugged him off violently and took a long swig.
Now that they were alone and Fiona had Mike's undivided attention, the young man noticed the slight smearing of makeup around Fiona's eyes, and the tiny bruise on her left hand.
"I don't need your pity!" Fiona shouted suddenly. "All because I put in the effort to look nice, that doesn't mean that a rich man can go ahead and treat me like a piece of property instead of a person! God, I hate blind dates!"
Mike blew a frustrated breath, but not for himself as he struggled for a way to make Fiona feel better. Granted, he didn't have much to go off of, but he did remember what happened between Chloé and her ex-boyfriend Micheal, but how did Mike make the French woman feel better again? Oh... that's right! He stood up for her then tickled her after!
Mike's face flushed and embarrassed shade of red. He would gladly speak on Fiona's better qualities but he didn't want to tickle her as now did not feel like an appropriate moment to indulge in what he understood to be a developing fetish. "Easy, there, Fiona. You know, I also was mislead by a pretty girl before, but if you want to be the first to share, then I'm all ears." Mike said calmly.
"Go ahead." Fiona spat and shoved the whiskey bottle in Mike's lap. "I'd love to hear how the great Mike Humbol was served a plate of undeserved humiliation."
Mike laughed and brought the whiskey bottle to his lips. It was a strong brew that had a zing of spice to it.
"It was a few years back. I was twenty years old, fresh into university, and I was meeting this Italian girl who I often declared as the smartest and prettiest person on the entire campus." Mike sighed and eased back in his seat as a forlorn glint took over his usually jovial eyes. He didn't notice Fiona scooch over and nestle beside him, leaving only an inch between the two before their skin made contact as she wore a very curious expression.
"Yeah, when I hit the big two and zero, I thought I was the luckiest man in the world. My studies were decent, my boxing pals considered me the best in the gym, and of all the people in our year, it was Yvonne Altobelo who asked me to be her boyfriend. God, for the start of that year, I wanted time to stall and allow me to savor every second I spent with my girlfriend. But... heh, some things in life aren't meant to last forever I suppose."
Mike grew solemn and his breathing slowed.
Had it really been four years since he broke up with Yvonne? Granted, he didn't really talk about her, and only his younger sister knew of his former relationship, yet that was one of the very few things that Rebecca never mocked him about.
"Hey, don't stop now." Fiona said with a much softer tone. "Tell me about your pain. It'll be good for you to let it all out."
"Well..." Mike continued and put the whiskey bottle on the floor so he could clasp his hands over his lap. "About three months into our relationship, Yvonne told me straight to my face that she was bored of the dumbest man on campus and wanted to see new horizons. She did this behind the school after regular hours, but rumors spread fast in an environment ruled by young adults. Long story short, I became the biggest laughing stock in the university, and even the teachers took up the chance to mock me."
Mike blinked back a tear and rubbed his forehead. He wasn't really sad about what had happened anymore, but it still hurt to bring up the matter. However, when he finished his tale, he felt an ominous shiver pass down his spine and winced when he saw Fiona's disgusted expression.
"A bitch." Fiona huffed with irritation. "I hope that cow trips and breaks both her ankles."
"It's in the past." Mike soothed. "There's no need to dwell on such matters anymore."
"Oh no you don't." Fiona closed the distance and poked Mike on the forehead. "I'm not letting you bury yourself in a false sense of maturity. Now look at me, Mike, because I'm about to give you some very good advice."
Mike did his best to meet his friend's eye and not stare at the plump, pale breasts that were pressing against his chest.
"It's good to get mad. Healthy even. So don't go bottling up your emotions so you can wait for them to blow up in your face." Fiona huffed then pulled Mike in for a hug that he awkwardly returned.
"Thanks." Mike sighed and tried to return the hug, but before he could get his arms in place Fiona pushed his head down and smothered his face in her breasts.
"No need to thank me, honey. You know, I did the same for Chloé a while back when we went out for a few drinks. I could tell something was amiss about our snobby French lass, and all it took were a few comforting words to pry open all the hurt that weighed Chloé down. I know it's hard to believe, but Chloé seems to have taken a liking to you after you saved her from her ex-boyfriend."
"Saved?" Mike managed to lift his head so his mouth could move. "I didn't do anything like that. Chloé was the one who broke off the relationship."
Fiona barked out a laugh. "Oh, honey, you have no idea how much a woman appreciates the genuine words of a man who wants to help. Not only that, you didn’t try to rebound on Chloé's misfortune and did everything in your power to make her feel better. If that’s not worth praising, then I'm not Irish."
"Alright. I concede and will take your praise." Mike sighed. "But... would it be okay of you let me go? It's kinda hard to breath."
Fiona snorted. "Oh? Are my breasts not to your liking? Maybe you'd prefer Evelyn's larger bosom? Or maybe Chloé's small but shapely boobs would be better cushions for you?"
"You know that's not what I meant." Mike rolled his eyes. "You're an absolute beauty, Fiona, and you don't need to dress up all fancy to prove it."
"Oh..." Fiona giggled with a grin that was both warm and sly. "If you talk to me that way, I'll never let you go. And don't think that I don't have ways of keeping you around."
Mike appreciated the thought, but his neck was on the verge of gaining a crick that would need hours of therapy to remedy. Thus, he raised his hands, flexed his fingers, and reached for Fiona's hips.
"Nice try, Mike." Fiona said sweetly and quickly shifted to her right. With the leverage in the Irish woman's favor, Mike fell off the couch and landed on his knees, burying his face deeper in Fiona's chest in the process. "That's very naughty. Trying to take advantage of me when I'm comforting you. If that's how you want to play, I'll just have to punish you a little bit."
Fiona pinched Mike's ear and twisted it. Like a mother would to a disobedient youth who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. However, this was her undoing, as Mike took the full opportunity to pry his head free, but instead of jumping back; Mike planted his hands on Fiona's thighs, and dug his fingers into the soft, pale flesh.
Fiona's reaction was immediate and broke her hold over the young man to try and curl in her legs, but this only brought her bare feet closer to Mike's reach. He managed to slip a heel off, but the moment Fiona's toes wiggled in the cool air, she fought back so strongly and suddenly that Mike tumbled to the ground and landed flat on his back.
Once the stars left Mike's brown eyes, he propped himself up to see a reclined Fiona with her arms around herself as if she'd been abused. A lump caught in Mike's throat. Had he hurt his friend? Did he go too far? His eyes shifting to the heel on the floor then to his hurt friend, Mike sighed in regret and put together a proper apology.
"W-Wait!" Fiona bit her lower lip as Mike turned to leave. "I'm not mad. At least, not at you. It's just that... the man who showed up for my blind date... went for a lot of inappropriate touches... I slapped him silly when he reached for my breasts, but he made sure to take his leave with a few nasty words that... actually hurt me."
Mike cringed. "God... was I reaching around her like a pervert?" He thought.
"Hold it." Fiona suddenly stood with a sassy hand on her hip. "Let's not ruin the good mood. Don't think I didn't see the tears in your eyes when you talked about that ex-bitch of yours. Now, fetch my purse on the counter over there, then I'll be ready for what you have in store."
"...What I have in store? I'm sorry, but what the heck are you talking about?" Mike stood stiff as a statue until Fiona's patience ran out and she barked at him to get a move on. The young man did as he was told, and grabbed a leather purse with a flower pattern knitted in golden threads off the kitchen counter and handed it over to Fiona.
"Now, what preference in color do you have? For pantyhose, I mean." Fiona asked and popped open her bag. "I have a sheer pair of black, white, and nude hose. So take your pick..."
Mike's mind hopped into a different dimension of thought. Fiona, while an amazing woman in her own right, was his senior and mentor at the company since she answered only to Evelyn and sometimes Chloé. Did... Did Mike really have a choice here?
"I can find men like you like sand on a beach!" Yvonne's cruel words struck Mike like a haunting ghost filled with malice. "Don't think I didn't notice you trying to look up my skirt whenever we went out, you damn pervert!"
Cackling ensued and the world around Mike faded into blankness. Whatever enjoyment he had for the evening withering by the second, he heaved a deep sigh and shook his head. "I'm... sorry, Fiona. Im not in the mood. Can we just... call it a night and enjoy a few drinks?"
Fiona stopped rummaging through her bag with a curious expression, then gasped when she saw tears rolling down Mike's face that splotched the floor. Like a loving mother, Fiona lunged forward and smothered Mike with a warm embrace. She didn't care that the young man's visage was pressed against her large breasts, and combed his hair with delicate fingers as she hummed a lullaby her parents used to sing when she was little.
"There's no need to cry. Let's leave the alcohol alone for the rest of the night, okay? When you're ready, I'll drive you home. Shhh... don't worry, Mike, Fiona's here to hear whatever you need to say." Fiona soothed. Perhaps the alcohol she'd consumed prior had taken a toll on her awareness of space, but even if she was sober, she wouldn't care if it meant giving Mike the emotional healing he needed.
"... I loved her." Mike whispered through a defeated breath. "I really did with all my heart..."
"I know you did. You would never lie about something like that." Fiona rested her chin on Mike's head as she brought him deeper into her chest. The work day that followed, brought forth a great storm that neither of them could face alone.
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"Okay, everyone! The client was more than happy with the program and accessories we produced, and I'm happy to say that we've hooked in another client that's on the rise and willing to pay a hefty sum for our services!" Evelyn announced to the dread of her employees who were grouped in front of her office.
"So which place on the map is our client from this time?" Chloé asked impatiently.
Evelyn showed a broad smile with all her teeth. "We have three representatives from Italy, Sweden, and Norway! Oh? I think they've just arrived!"
Right on queue, the doorbell rang and three women stepped into the office and waved to Evelyn as they made their way over. The first to be introduced, was the Norwegian woman who stood at five feet and six inches, with coal black hair that fell to her fair shoulders, and deep brown eyes that were bright with life. Her name was Arda Hilde aged 29; and Mike could tell from the way she stood that she was a proud woman, but she lacked the snooty vibe that he often found in Chloé's uptight demeanor. Arda was dressed in a black blouse, a loose beige skirt with frills that covered her slender, nude nyloned legs which ended with a pair of flat leather slippers.
Next to her was Mira Rosel aged 27; a Swedish woman who stood at five foot seven with pale skin, bright blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and a killer smile that Mike found to be both hungry and inviting. Mira dressed in a flamboyant purple sundress with orange and yellow suns spotted around the sleeves and waist that covered her sheer blue, reinforced tights that ended in a pair of tall green stilettos. Mike found Mira's outfit to be a non-verbal challenge to the thawing winter.
Last but not least...
"Hmm? It can't be... Mike, is that you?" Chimed a voice smooth as silk and sweet as fresh cane sugar.
"H-Hey! What are you doing?!" Chloé snapped at Mike as he stepped back unexpectedly. However, when the French woman turned and witnessed the despair on the young man's ghostly face, her anger died down to genuine worry.
"Wow, I haven't seen you since college!" The Italian woman pressed forward with keen interest.
"...Yvonne?" Mike's heart hammered in his chest, and he reached out for the nearest shoulder to steady himself, which happened to be Harshita's.
Yvonne Altobelo aged 24 who stood at six foot four inches; was dressed to perfection in an outfit that screamed wealth and social superiority. Yvonne showed a wolfish grin that made even Evelyn question her position for the scant of a moment. Yvonne's attire consisted of a black blouse with streaks of silver clustered with golden stars that mirrored a mesmerizing midnight sky that matched her wavy, silky black hair that flowed effortlessly over her slender shoulders. A sharp face fitted with a long, delicate nose, high cheekbones, and venomous green eyes that shined like emeralds, it was no wonder that Yvonne was a desired model on nearly every fashion magazine in Italy.
"Oh my God! It really is you! I haven't seen you in two years! We have so much we need to talk about and catch up on! How about we go to a quiet café once your done work, then we can... excuse me? I'm talking to an old friend here." Yvonne's gaze hardened on the sudden intrusion that was Fiona, who pushed her way to the front of the group to serve as a wedge between Yvonne and Mike.
"If you need to talk to Mike, you'll need to speak to me first, honey." Fiona said with a sterness that got the attention of everyone in the room. "But frankly, I don't want you anywhere near the young man. Do I make myself clear?"
Yvonne showed a demure smile as she tilted her head slightly over Fiona's shoulder. "My, how your tastes have changed, Mike. Are you into older women now?"
Fiona was about to raise her voice, but Evelyn swooped in a second earlier and put out the first before her entire office was swallowed in a verbal inferno. "Now, let's calm down everyone." Evelyn said calmly. "Ms. Altobelo, we still need to discuss your contract with this company. Would you please follow me along with your colleagues into my office so we can get started?"
Yvonne sighed, then spun on her heels with a careless flick of her hair. "Don't worry, Mike. We'll still get the chance to talk later. I can promise you that without a doubt."
When the door of Evelyn's office snapped shut, all the women in the office swarmed Mike for answers. However, unlike his usual jovial self, Mike remained solemn and asked Chloé for an early lunch. The French woman wanted to pry, but could not bring herself to do so when she saw the sad expression on the young man's face.
"What is wrong with him?" Chloé blurted once Mike was out of the room.
All the women turned to Fiona, who crossed her arms and glared daggers at Evelyn's office door. "That little hussy with the green eyes," Fiona growled. "Is the ex who broke Mike's heart."
A collective gasp silenced the office. With everyone thinking of a way to console Mike's pain and get back at the one responsible for his trauma.
End.
Phew! Okay guys, I know there wasn't a lot of tickling, but I needed to set the mood given my slow burn nature. But that was just a taste of what is to come. Guaranteed, there will be a lot of tickle scenarios in the second part, but who are the matchups going to be? That is the question. I've got a rough idea who I want to pit against each other, but I'll let you guys decide too.
Here are the potential scenarios:
Mike vs anyone.
Fiona or Chloé or Evelyn vs. Yvonne.
Harshita vs. Arda.
Matilda vs. Mira.
Please leave a suggestion, and I'll do my best to upload more often with the coming new year. Happy holidays, everyone, and God bless!
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