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Here is part 2 of Chapter 18 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 18: Recruiting Maddie, Part 1
“Hi, Jen,” Maddie’s smile was as wide as could be, but she was clearly holding back tears at seeing Jen.
“Hi, Maddie,” Jen responded softly, her own tears beginning to break through. The emotion of seeing each other after Jen had disappeared off the face of the earth had the two women wondering why they were crying at the joyous moment, and they simply stared at each other for a minute.
Maddie finally broke the tension with a huge hug of her best friend, and the tears flowed freely as Jen returned the embrace. “Jen, I can’t believe you’re here again!” Maddie cried. “I thought you were gone forever.”
“I can’t believe I’m here again, either,” Jen responded, letting the emotions that had been welled up inside her flow out. “And I can’t tell you how nice it is to see you again.”
The two held each other in the hug for a few minutes until Maddie finally disengaged, “Look at us, Jen. Crying over not seeing each other for two weeks.”
Seeing the smile creeping up over Maddie’s face and realizing how silly the situation sounded without context, Jen could not help but break out her own smile, “Yeah, it does sound a bit silly. It was just so sudden.”
“Yes, it was,” Maddie acknowledged the seriousness of the situation, but her face indicated that she did not want to be so serious right now.
“EEP!” Jen squealed again when a fingernail poked her bellybutton. “Are you going to keep doing that to me?” she questioned her best friend.
“Not unless you try to make me cry more,” Maddie teased, a half-smile on her face. “It was serious what happened, but I’d rather not talk about that right now. Do you want to go get lunch?”
“Yes, please,” Jen was happy to drop the issue of her disappearance in exchange for a bit of best friend time. “Where do you want to go?”
“You’re back; you choose,” Maddie deflected. “And before you say anything else, it’s my treat.”
“Maddie, I’d rather you choose, and I’ll pay,” Jen insisted.
“Tickles it is,” Maddie caused a confused look to come onto Jen’s face.
“NOHOHO MAHAHDDEHEHEHE!” Jen yelped as her best friend initiated another ten-finger tickle assault on her torso. The tickling was fairly light and did not attract too much attention, especially since Jen quickly gave in, “OHOHOKAHAHAHAY!”
“So we’re not going to have any more arguments about who’s paying and who’s picking the restaurant?” Maddie asked as she removed her fingers from Jen’s sensitive stomach.
“No, as you said, I’ll pick and you pay,” Jen relented. The two walked and talked along the boulevard as Jen surveyed her options. After looking at several seaside restaurants, the Tickle Cartel employee eventually picked out a seafood restaurant. As they walked around, Jen took in her best friend’s appearance for their first time hanging out in a while. Maddie had opted to wear a crop top and short shorts, both her and Jen’s preferred outfit for summer days. Flip flops could make it easy for the tickler of the pair to free her non-sensitive feet to tickle the super ticklish friend’s tummy. Maddie’s shoulder-length brown hair was flowing freely, and her green eyes had sparkled since the two had stopped crying.
While they waited in line, Maddie’s finger playfully probed Jen’s side again, and she commented on the resultant squeal, “Wow, you are really jumpy today.”
“Maybe because someone keeps tickling me,” Jen retorted with a smirk. The two best friends were both energetic at this point, mostly back to their normal moods for hanging out, although Maddie was significantly more playful than she had been before Jen left.
“Oh, I’m just making sure you’re still here,” Maddie teased as the two approached the counter. After ordering, they sat down to wait for their food to be prepared, and Maddie addressed the reason why Jen was there, “So, you said you got a new job while you were away. And it was…”
“Not here,” Jen insisted as her face turned red, embarrassed at what other patrons of the restaurant would think if they heard. “After lunch, we can talk about that. Somewhere less… closed up than here.”
“Okay, didn’t know you were so… sensitive… about it,” Maddie replied with a wink.
“HEHEHEY!” Jen could not help but laugh as five of her best friend’s toes tickled her tummy again. “Will you stop that, Maddie?”
“Will you stop squealing when I do it, Jen?” Maddie rhetorically asked. “You’re just so ticklish today.” She leaned over, and in a low voice, continued, “Guess it fits with what you told me about your new job.”
“Maddie!” Jen admonished in a low voice, her face now fully crimson. “I told you not to talk about that now.”
“I won’t anymore, but you can’t blame me for making jokes about it,” Maddie finally relented, although her smile told Jen that she enjoyed every one of Jen’s reactions. True to her word, the unsuspecting recruit turned the conversation away from tickles and to television before and during the meal. She began to talk about some of their favorite TV shows until Jen informed her that she had missed any new episodes that had premiered since she left. Wanting Jen to see everything for herself, Maddie did not continue talking about these, so they were left talking about reruns. The easy conversation between Jen and Maddie made both feel calm and comfortable with each other, and all hints of tension related to Jen’s kidnapping by the Tickle Cartel disappeared.
After finishing up their meal, the two began to traverse the boardwalk again, and Maddie finally brought up the reason that Jen had returned, “So, Jen, you said you’d talk about your new job when we finished the meal. You’ve got a job tickling people?”
“Yes,” Jen suddenly grew uncomfortable at the unintended reference to the Tickle Cartel. “When Uncle Nate, Aunt Sharon, their kids, and I went to Tickle Island, the people there saw how good I was at tickling and offered me a job. I told them about how good you are at tickling, and they wanted me to come invite you to audition for a job there too. From what they told me, we’d be working together most of the time.”
“While that sounds like a good opportunity, it’s not how you got that job,” Maddie insisted, suddenly guiding a newly alarmed Jen to an empty building. “What? You think I really believed you when you said that? Jen, I thought we told each other the truth, all the time. What really happened?”
“I told you; I got AHAHAHAHA!” There was no subtlety with the tickling this time. Ten fingers plunged into the bare belly and tickled away without mercy. Within a minute, Maddie had easily pinned Jen down, leaving the ticklee’s arms flailing about while the fingers tickled her midriff. “MAHAHAHADDEHEHE! IHIHIHIM TRYHYHYHIHING TOHOHOHO TEHEHEHELL YUHUHUHU!”
“I know what you’re trying to do, and I’ve got ways to make you tell the truth instead,” Maddie evilly declared. “Jen, I can’t have you lying to me, so I brought a truth teller.”
“No, Maddie, not that!” Jen pleaded when she saw the Q-tip in her best friend’s hand. Desperate, she tried to cover up her bare bellybutton with both of her hands, but Maddie strongly secured both of Jen’s wrists with her free hand and forced them away from the tickle button. Jen attempted to do a crunch to keep the Q-tip out of her most ticklish spot, but the torture tool slipped in first, and the ticklee’s upper body fell to the ground. “NOHOHOHOHO MAHAHAHADDEHEHE! DOHOHOHOHONT DOHOHOHOHO THIHIHIHIHIS!”
“Jen, this is for your own good,” Maddie proclaimed. “Tell the truth, and the tickles stop. Don’t tell the truth, and I keep tickle torturing you.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Knowing that at this point, there was nothing she could do to make the tickling stop while still abiding by the Queen Mistress’s orders, Jen refused to talk.
‘I can’t tell Maddie what really happened while we’re still here; I just can’t,’ Jen was still strong in her thoughts. ‘Maddie cares about me; she won’t tickle torture me past my true limits. I don’t think she can physically do that; she wouldn’t let herself. All I’ve got to do is stick to my story when she gives me another chance to talk. We’ve been best friends for the longest time; she’ll believe me eventually. And I’ll endure all this tickling until she does, for both our sakes.’
“Tell me the truth!” Maddie demanded as her Q-tip wiggled around in Jen’s navel. She soon saw that Jen would not give up any information while being tickled, so she continued to tickle torment Jen’s tickle button for five minutes. Thinking that Jen would be in a more cooperative mood, she stopped after this period, once again interrogating her best friend, “Jen, I don’t want to have to do this, but you need to tell me the truth now. How did you get that job?”
“Aunt Sharon… and Uncle Nate… invited me… to Tickle… Tickle Island…” Through deep breaths, Jen retold her story. “The people there… they saw my talent… and they asked me… to come work for them. I told them… about how good… you are… and they want… wanted me to bring… you in to… to apply there.”
“That’s not honesty,” Maddie announced as the Q-tip returned to the bare bellybutton for another tickle torture session. “Does our fifteen years of being best friends mean nothing to you, Jen? We tell each other everything, and when we talk, we tell the truth. I know when you’re lying, and that story was a lie.”
While Jen’s voice returned to screaming laughter, her mind considered what Maddie said, ‘Yes, our friendship means the world to me. That’s why I’ve got to do this… so we can continue hanging out and being friends. This is such a great opportunity, and I can’t have you miss it.’ Truthfully, at this point, Jen was not sure if she was doing this just so she could go back to the Tickle Cartel or because she really thought it would be great for Maddie. She figured Maddie would eventually understand, but was it really right to force her into an unknown situation? She recalled her angry accusations against Tickle Mistress Wendy, especially the ones regarding what would have happened to Maddie had she been captured instead of Jen. Was it really right, or even fair, to take her into that situation, albeit with significantly more protection that Jen had when she first entered the Tickle Cartel? Despite her reservations, the one overarching thought, which Jen kept coming back to and which kept her strong through the Q-tip tickle torture, was that she could not stand to lose Maddie again. Based on the intensity of Maddie’s tickle torture of her and their reactions when seeing each other again, Jen figured that the same was true of her best friend.
Maddie looked straight into Jen’s eyes as she tickle tortured her best friend. ‘How can Jen not tell me the truth?’ her thoughts filled with doubts. ‘We’ve been best friends for all of fifteen years, and we tell each other everything. What could possibly be so important that she’s insisting on keeping it from me? Is she really my best friend anymore? Has she changed that much in the past two weeks?’
Finally, Maddie ended the Q-tip tickles again, and she pointedly addressed Jen, “Jen, I need you to tell me the truth. And I need it now.”
“Maddie, I am telling… you the truth,” Jen told a more detailed and personal version of her lie, coming up with the details on the spot. As she did this, Jen stared into her best friend’s eyes, hoping the force of looking Maddie in the eyes, combined with the emotional appeal to Maddie, would spare her more tickle torture. “Uncle Nate and Aunt Sharon… know how ticklish I am… so they took me… to Tickle Island… hoping to cure the fear… of being tickled that… they thought I had.” Jen took a deep breath before continuing, “Little did they know, you already helped me cure any fear… of being tickled. For the most part, I enjoy… being tickled by you, because you make it fun.” By this point, Jen had pretty much completely caught her breath, and she used natural pauses in her sentences to gain any extra breath she needed. “Maddie, while we were there, I took the opportunity to tickle some other people. The Tickle Island employees saw how good I was at tickling, and they invited me to work there. I told them that I’d do it as long as they considered my friend, who was much better at tickling than me.” Jen went into the final, most personal, part of her unplanned pitch. “That person, Maddie, was you. They agreed to consider you, so I agreed to work for them. I can’t stand the thought of not having you at least come back and apply there. I know you’ll be great, and then we can be working together. No parents to boss us around, no more classes at school to keep us exhausted, none of that. Just the two of us, living with good jobs, working side by side, and enjoying life.”
Maddie was starstruck by the detailed explanation that Jen gave, and she took several moments to think about it, before finally addressing her best friend. “Jen, that was… wow. It was… yeah, wow. I’m going to have to think about your offer for another few minutes before I can give you an answer.” After saying this, Maddie paused for several seconds before she restarted tickling Jen. The fingers on her free hand, which had dropped the Q-tip, began scribbling over Jen’s bare belly and bellybutton. With the enjoyable tickling taking over the scene, all the tension between the two disappeared again. “In the meantime, let’s have some fun. You said you liked this most of the time, so laugh for me!”
“OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY!” Jen managed to confirm that she did not hate this kind of tickling while Maddie pondered the offer.
A few minutes of tummy tickling later, Maddie leaned down to blow a raspberry in Jen’s navel before stopping the tickling altogether and preparing to give Jen an answer.
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Chapter 18: Recruiting Maddie, Part 1
“Hi, Jen,” Maddie’s smile was as wide as could be, but she was clearly holding back tears at seeing Jen.
“Hi, Maddie,” Jen responded softly, her own tears beginning to break through. The emotion of seeing each other after Jen had disappeared off the face of the earth had the two women wondering why they were crying at the joyous moment, and they simply stared at each other for a minute.
Maddie finally broke the tension with a huge hug of her best friend, and the tears flowed freely as Jen returned the embrace. “Jen, I can’t believe you’re here again!” Maddie cried. “I thought you were gone forever.”
“I can’t believe I’m here again, either,” Jen responded, letting the emotions that had been welled up inside her flow out. “And I can’t tell you how nice it is to see you again.”
The two held each other in the hug for a few minutes until Maddie finally disengaged, “Look at us, Jen. Crying over not seeing each other for two weeks.”
Seeing the smile creeping up over Maddie’s face and realizing how silly the situation sounded without context, Jen could not help but break out her own smile, “Yeah, it does sound a bit silly. It was just so sudden.”
“Yes, it was,” Maddie acknowledged the seriousness of the situation, but her face indicated that she did not want to be so serious right now.
“EEP!” Jen squealed again when a fingernail poked her bellybutton. “Are you going to keep doing that to me?” she questioned her best friend.
“Not unless you try to make me cry more,” Maddie teased, a half-smile on her face. “It was serious what happened, but I’d rather not talk about that right now. Do you want to go get lunch?”
“Yes, please,” Jen was happy to drop the issue of her disappearance in exchange for a bit of best friend time. “Where do you want to go?”
“You’re back; you choose,” Maddie deflected. “And before you say anything else, it’s my treat.”
“Maddie, I’d rather you choose, and I’ll pay,” Jen insisted.
“Tickles it is,” Maddie caused a confused look to come onto Jen’s face.
“NOHOHO MAHAHDDEHEHEHE!” Jen yelped as her best friend initiated another ten-finger tickle assault on her torso. The tickling was fairly light and did not attract too much attention, especially since Jen quickly gave in, “OHOHOKAHAHAHAY!”
“So we’re not going to have any more arguments about who’s paying and who’s picking the restaurant?” Maddie asked as she removed her fingers from Jen’s sensitive stomach.
“No, as you said, I’ll pick and you pay,” Jen relented. The two walked and talked along the boulevard as Jen surveyed her options. After looking at several seaside restaurants, the Tickle Cartel employee eventually picked out a seafood restaurant. As they walked around, Jen took in her best friend’s appearance for their first time hanging out in a while. Maddie had opted to wear a crop top and short shorts, both her and Jen’s preferred outfit for summer days. Flip flops could make it easy for the tickler of the pair to free her non-sensitive feet to tickle the super ticklish friend’s tummy. Maddie’s shoulder-length brown hair was flowing freely, and her green eyes had sparkled since the two had stopped crying.
While they waited in line, Maddie’s finger playfully probed Jen’s side again, and she commented on the resultant squeal, “Wow, you are really jumpy today.”
“Maybe because someone keeps tickling me,” Jen retorted with a smirk. The two best friends were both energetic at this point, mostly back to their normal moods for hanging out, although Maddie was significantly more playful than she had been before Jen left.
“Oh, I’m just making sure you’re still here,” Maddie teased as the two approached the counter. After ordering, they sat down to wait for their food to be prepared, and Maddie addressed the reason why Jen was there, “So, you said you got a new job while you were away. And it was…”
“Not here,” Jen insisted as her face turned red, embarrassed at what other patrons of the restaurant would think if they heard. “After lunch, we can talk about that. Somewhere less… closed up than here.”
“Okay, didn’t know you were so… sensitive… about it,” Maddie replied with a wink.
“HEHEHEY!” Jen could not help but laugh as five of her best friend’s toes tickled her tummy again. “Will you stop that, Maddie?”
“Will you stop squealing when I do it, Jen?” Maddie rhetorically asked. “You’re just so ticklish today.” She leaned over, and in a low voice, continued, “Guess it fits with what you told me about your new job.”
“Maddie!” Jen admonished in a low voice, her face now fully crimson. “I told you not to talk about that now.”
“I won’t anymore, but you can’t blame me for making jokes about it,” Maddie finally relented, although her smile told Jen that she enjoyed every one of Jen’s reactions. True to her word, the unsuspecting recruit turned the conversation away from tickles and to television before and during the meal. She began to talk about some of their favorite TV shows until Jen informed her that she had missed any new episodes that had premiered since she left. Wanting Jen to see everything for herself, Maddie did not continue talking about these, so they were left talking about reruns. The easy conversation between Jen and Maddie made both feel calm and comfortable with each other, and all hints of tension related to Jen’s kidnapping by the Tickle Cartel disappeared.
After finishing up their meal, the two began to traverse the boardwalk again, and Maddie finally brought up the reason that Jen had returned, “So, Jen, you said you’d talk about your new job when we finished the meal. You’ve got a job tickling people?”
“Yes,” Jen suddenly grew uncomfortable at the unintended reference to the Tickle Cartel. “When Uncle Nate, Aunt Sharon, their kids, and I went to Tickle Island, the people there saw how good I was at tickling and offered me a job. I told them about how good you are at tickling, and they wanted me to come invite you to audition for a job there too. From what they told me, we’d be working together most of the time.”
“While that sounds like a good opportunity, it’s not how you got that job,” Maddie insisted, suddenly guiding a newly alarmed Jen to an empty building. “What? You think I really believed you when you said that? Jen, I thought we told each other the truth, all the time. What really happened?”
“I told you; I got AHAHAHAHA!” There was no subtlety with the tickling this time. Ten fingers plunged into the bare belly and tickled away without mercy. Within a minute, Maddie had easily pinned Jen down, leaving the ticklee’s arms flailing about while the fingers tickled her midriff. “MAHAHAHADDEHEHE! IHIHIHIM TRYHYHYHIHING TOHOHOHO TEHEHEHELL YUHUHUHU!”
“I know what you’re trying to do, and I’ve got ways to make you tell the truth instead,” Maddie evilly declared. “Jen, I can’t have you lying to me, so I brought a truth teller.”
“No, Maddie, not that!” Jen pleaded when she saw the Q-tip in her best friend’s hand. Desperate, she tried to cover up her bare bellybutton with both of her hands, but Maddie strongly secured both of Jen’s wrists with her free hand and forced them away from the tickle button. Jen attempted to do a crunch to keep the Q-tip out of her most ticklish spot, but the torture tool slipped in first, and the ticklee’s upper body fell to the ground. “NOHOHOHOHO MAHAHAHADDEHEHE! DOHOHOHOHONT DOHOHOHOHO THIHIHIHIHIS!”
“Jen, this is for your own good,” Maddie proclaimed. “Tell the truth, and the tickles stop. Don’t tell the truth, and I keep tickle torturing you.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Knowing that at this point, there was nothing she could do to make the tickling stop while still abiding by the Queen Mistress’s orders, Jen refused to talk.
‘I can’t tell Maddie what really happened while we’re still here; I just can’t,’ Jen was still strong in her thoughts. ‘Maddie cares about me; she won’t tickle torture me past my true limits. I don’t think she can physically do that; she wouldn’t let herself. All I’ve got to do is stick to my story when she gives me another chance to talk. We’ve been best friends for the longest time; she’ll believe me eventually. And I’ll endure all this tickling until she does, for both our sakes.’
“Tell me the truth!” Maddie demanded as her Q-tip wiggled around in Jen’s navel. She soon saw that Jen would not give up any information while being tickled, so she continued to tickle torment Jen’s tickle button for five minutes. Thinking that Jen would be in a more cooperative mood, she stopped after this period, once again interrogating her best friend, “Jen, I don’t want to have to do this, but you need to tell me the truth now. How did you get that job?”
“Aunt Sharon… and Uncle Nate… invited me… to Tickle… Tickle Island…” Through deep breaths, Jen retold her story. “The people there… they saw my talent… and they asked me… to come work for them. I told them… about how good… you are… and they want… wanted me to bring… you in to… to apply there.”
“That’s not honesty,” Maddie announced as the Q-tip returned to the bare bellybutton for another tickle torture session. “Does our fifteen years of being best friends mean nothing to you, Jen? We tell each other everything, and when we talk, we tell the truth. I know when you’re lying, and that story was a lie.”
While Jen’s voice returned to screaming laughter, her mind considered what Maddie said, ‘Yes, our friendship means the world to me. That’s why I’ve got to do this… so we can continue hanging out and being friends. This is such a great opportunity, and I can’t have you miss it.’ Truthfully, at this point, Jen was not sure if she was doing this just so she could go back to the Tickle Cartel or because she really thought it would be great for Maddie. She figured Maddie would eventually understand, but was it really right to force her into an unknown situation? She recalled her angry accusations against Tickle Mistress Wendy, especially the ones regarding what would have happened to Maddie had she been captured instead of Jen. Was it really right, or even fair, to take her into that situation, albeit with significantly more protection that Jen had when she first entered the Tickle Cartel? Despite her reservations, the one overarching thought, which Jen kept coming back to and which kept her strong through the Q-tip tickle torture, was that she could not stand to lose Maddie again. Based on the intensity of Maddie’s tickle torture of her and their reactions when seeing each other again, Jen figured that the same was true of her best friend.
Maddie looked straight into Jen’s eyes as she tickle tortured her best friend. ‘How can Jen not tell me the truth?’ her thoughts filled with doubts. ‘We’ve been best friends for all of fifteen years, and we tell each other everything. What could possibly be so important that she’s insisting on keeping it from me? Is she really my best friend anymore? Has she changed that much in the past two weeks?’
Finally, Maddie ended the Q-tip tickles again, and she pointedly addressed Jen, “Jen, I need you to tell me the truth. And I need it now.”
“Maddie, I am telling… you the truth,” Jen told a more detailed and personal version of her lie, coming up with the details on the spot. As she did this, Jen stared into her best friend’s eyes, hoping the force of looking Maddie in the eyes, combined with the emotional appeal to Maddie, would spare her more tickle torture. “Uncle Nate and Aunt Sharon… know how ticklish I am… so they took me… to Tickle Island… hoping to cure the fear… of being tickled that… they thought I had.” Jen took a deep breath before continuing, “Little did they know, you already helped me cure any fear… of being tickled. For the most part, I enjoy… being tickled by you, because you make it fun.” By this point, Jen had pretty much completely caught her breath, and she used natural pauses in her sentences to gain any extra breath she needed. “Maddie, while we were there, I took the opportunity to tickle some other people. The Tickle Island employees saw how good I was at tickling, and they invited me to work there. I told them that I’d do it as long as they considered my friend, who was much better at tickling than me.” Jen went into the final, most personal, part of her unplanned pitch. “That person, Maddie, was you. They agreed to consider you, so I agreed to work for them. I can’t stand the thought of not having you at least come back and apply there. I know you’ll be great, and then we can be working together. No parents to boss us around, no more classes at school to keep us exhausted, none of that. Just the two of us, living with good jobs, working side by side, and enjoying life.”
Maddie was starstruck by the detailed explanation that Jen gave, and she took several moments to think about it, before finally addressing her best friend. “Jen, that was… wow. It was… yeah, wow. I’m going to have to think about your offer for another few minutes before I can give you an answer.” After saying this, Maddie paused for several seconds before she restarted tickling Jen. The fingers on her free hand, which had dropped the Q-tip, began scribbling over Jen’s bare belly and bellybutton. With the enjoyable tickling taking over the scene, all the tension between the two disappeared again. “In the meantime, let’s have some fun. You said you liked this most of the time, so laugh for me!”
“OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY!” Jen managed to confirm that she did not hate this kind of tickling while Maddie pondered the offer.
A few minutes of tummy tickling later, Maddie leaned down to blow a raspberry in Jen’s navel before stopping the tickling altogether and preparing to give Jen an answer.
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Chapter 18: Recruiting Maddie, Part 3
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