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Right, someone requested a Friends story a while ago, and i was in the mood, so i slapped this together. Now Rachel is the ticklee, and I know that that's a *total* cliche, but hey, some things really are cliches for a reason. Enjoy :happy:
It was a Saturday, early afternoon, and Chandler was sitting at the dining table in his and Monica’s apartment reading a section of newspaper. Just then Joey walked in the door, and casually strolled over to the fridge. He opened the door, and frowned.
“Where’s all the food? There was stuff in here yesterday.”
“…We ate it?”
“Well why’d you go and do that!?”
“…Because we earthlings tend to need nourishment to extend our lives.”
“Well now what am I going to do? I’ve got an audition at six, I can’t go with an empty stomach.”
“You have an audition?”
“Yeah, it’s this really great part...”
“You know, you’ve said that so many times now, the meanings of the words have actually been completely inverted inside my head.”
Joey looked blank for a moment. “You know, no food in here, means when you insult me, I kick your ass. In fact, to make it up to me, you can come down to the coffee house and buy me something down there.”
“Nah, I’m not really in the mood for coffee.”
“Yeah, dude, I didn’t say I needed you to come for conversation.” He raised his eyebrows and patted his pocket. Chandler shrugged, nodded, and got up.
Rachel and Phoebe were lounging on the sofa in central perk, each sipping a round mug of coffee.
“So where’s your worst spot?” Phoebe asked.
“Are you kidding? I’m not gonna tell you that.”
“Why not?”
“Because Phoebes, you’re evil. You get that funny look in your eye; see, you’ve got it right now.”
“Well, I would enjoy punishing you for all your crimes.”
Rachel frowned.
“And you know,” Phoebe began, “in china they used to use it as a form of torture.”
Rachel barked a laugh. “Yeah right.”
“No they did, really, I used to know a Chinese homeless guy when I lived on the streets, he even offered to show me.”
“What?!”
“Yeah… I think he’s in jail now.”
Rachel nodded in assent.
“But seriously, if you know what you’re doing, you can crack anyone.”
“Oh come on, there is no way that tickling could be used as a form of torture… I mean sure you want it to stop, but… it’s just tickling! If someone wanted something important from you, it would never work.”
“Oh, OK then.”
“… Look, I’m sorry Phoebe but it’s just a little hard to believe.”
Phoebe took a sip from her cup, then grinned. “How about we make a wager? If you can go for ten minutes without begging for me to stop, ill give you a hundred dollars.”
“What?! Phoebe, that’s a lot of money!”
“Yes, it is isn’t it?”
“No, I can’t take that much money from you, I wouldn’t feel right.”
“Oh, too bad…” She giggled. “We could increase the amount of time if it would make you feel better.”
Rachel shook her head. “…You’re really gonna give me a hundred dollars?”
“Yes. But if you do crack, you have to pay me.”
“…Ok, ok, you’re on sister!” They shook on it. “But be prepared to be one hundred dollars poorer!”
“Heh, Ok then.”
“…Yeah, see that’s the look I was talking about, right there. Well… anyway, I have to go, I’m meeting someone at…” She looked at her watch. “I really need to look at this thing more often.” She sprang up and left.
Chandler and Joey came in not long after she had left, and Chandler walked up to the counter while Joey took a seat. “Hey,” he said to Phoebe.
“How’r you?”
“I’m starving! And I’ve got an audition in an hour!”
“Wow really? What for?”
“Oh it’s this really great part…”
“Oh, It’s not another robot show is it?”
“No, it… Hey! I thought you liked Mac and Cheese!”
“Yeah, I humour you.”
He looked hurt for a moment, then, after thinking about it, nodded in acceptance.
Chandler came back with a tray carrying two muffins and two coffees, and held it out for Joey.
“Oh thanks man,” Joey answered, taking the whole tray. Chandler stood there for a moment in annoyance. Then he gave up and sat down.
“Hey guys,” said Phoebe, “you’ll never guess what Rachel just agreed to.” She explained the situation to them, and Joey grinned broadly.
“Let me get this straight,” he said, “you are gonna tie Rachel up… in your bedroom?!”
“Joey, we’re not going to do anything like that.”
“What is she paying you? A hundred dollars? I’ll double it!”
Phoebe’s eyebrows shot up. “Actually you guys could help me tickle her!”
“Don’t change the subject!” cried Joey.
Chandler frowned. “No, wait a minute, isn’t that a bit unfair?”
“Hell no! She agreed to be tickled for ten minutes, she didn’t say anything else about how or by how many people. Besides, I’m going to blindfold her so she won’t know it’s you!”
“Oh this just keeps getting better and better!” exclaimed Joey.
“What about Ross and Monica? Get them to do your deeds of sinister and… confusingly, sexy evil,” said Chandler.
“Ross is with Ben tonight,” Phoebe answered.
“…And Monica?”
Phoebe grinned. “She’s next.”
That night, Rachel was round at Phoebe’s apartment being prepped.
“Yep,” Rachel said cockily, lying in her underwear. “A hundred bucks in one night ain’t bad.”
“Yeah but you slept with Ross,” Phoebe retorted, “how much do you really expect people to pay after that?”
Rachel gave her an evil look. “…Oh by the way, how will I know if you’ve gone more than ten minutes, I don’t want you cheetin’.”
“The clock’s alarmed.”
“But hey, no, no you could just change it!”
“Please, Rachel, I’m not a cheater.”
“Yes you are! You cheat all the time! Last night playing scrabble you claimed that apartment was spelt with a U and a Y.”
“Yeah well obviously you’ve never heard an Irish person say apartment.”
Phoebe placed Rachel’s feet in the miniatures stocks which attached themselves to the end of the bed, tying her toes back with some thick, strong string. She then placed her wrists in a pair of padded handcuffs, which she then locked around one of the wooden poles at the head of the bed, leaving the woman stretched out on her king-size mattress. She slipped the blindfold over Rachel’s eyes.
“I still don’t see the point in this thing.”
“Sensory deprivation, now lie back and be quiet,” Phoebe answered. She left the room then, leaving the bound woman to lie and wonder when it was going to start.
“Ok guys, come out,” she said once she was in her living room, and Chandler and Joey came out of the hallway. “Ok right… oh how’d your audition go by the way?”
Joey sighed. “I didn’t get it. They said I was ‘too italian’.”
Chandler coughed. “Well, someone wasn’t afraid to tell the truth.”
“Well anyway, let’s get on with it. Now be very quite; if you talk she’ll know it’s you.”
“Hold on, hold on,” said Chandler. “You do realise that when she finds out what you did, she won’t pay you the money.”
“Money? Hell no, I don’t care about that, I just want her to suffer.” The two men shrugged and followed.
They all went into the room, where Rachel was lying in the exact same position, humming away.
“Oooh this is sooo tense,” she said sarcastically. “Oh please let me go, I’m so scared. Pff, yeah right.”
“Oh ok smart ass,” Phoebe snapped, “I was gonna start you off easy, but take this.”
She glided her nails over one of Rachel’s feet, nice and swiftly, causing the bound woman to yelp in shock then quickly bite her lip to prevent any more sound from escaping. Phoebe kept going, using feather light touches to tease Rachel’s arch, and soon began doing so on both feet. Rachel pressed her lips together tightly, and tried to hum a tune to keep her laughter down, but little hiccups soon began squeezing their way through. Phoebe didn’t stop; she just kept stroking and fluttering her nails along Rachel’s creamy skin, sending continuous tickling shocks through the bound woman’s nervous system. Rachel began shaking, and her face was turning red with the effort of keeping the laughter in. Phoebe scratched lightly across her heels, then dragged her nails lightly up to the balls of her feet, then down, then up again, then down, then up, then down. Rachel bit her lip and let out a high pitched moan as it became too much for her to handle, her legs convulsing, her toes trying to curl but finding it impossible.
Then Phoebe suddenly licked up the sole of Rachel’s left foot, and the unexpectedness of the sensation caused the tied up woman to erupt in a flurry of shocked laughter and buck her hips up and down and struggle. She impressively managed to pull it back together however, forcing a degree of calm over herself, though she still let out the occasional squeak and squirmed about slightly. Then she began shaking like a struck cymbal, desperately trying to keep her mouth shut as Phoebe’s fingers danced up her calf and teased behind her knees, softly caressing her silky nerves.
Then Phoebe decided that she had had enough. She nodded to Joey, who was all too happy to oblige. With a huge grin he went straight for Rachel’s waist, and immediately she hollered in surprise and tried to thrash about, but Joey’s powerful arms held her there as he worked her muscles and rubbed his fingertips along her lower ribs.
“Phoebe! You cheater! You got help!” Rachel was interrupted by her own screaming.
“Hey, no cheating,” Phoebe replied, still torturing Rachel’s feet. “You failed to specify.”
“Oh come.. !”
“Failed to specify! Now come on, you take some of her as well.”
“There’s two of them!?!?!”
Chandler stood there for a moment, uncertain, then thought to himself, Well when am I gonna have this chance again? He shrugged and went straight for the armpits, which he knew were a good spot. Rachel struggled and blasted out wailing laughs as thirty fingers toyed with her, Joey sometimes wriggling across her stomach, loving every moment of this underwear clad woman bucking and writhing under his hands, and Chandler occasionally found the courage to venture down her ribs and risk touching her bra. They rubbed and squeezed and kneaded, tickling her constantly, just wandering their eager digits over her soft, tender, ticklish body, and still, during all this, Phoebe was there, at the end of the bed, devouring Rachel’s helpless feet. She would run little circles down them with her nails, attack the arches vigorously, search in-between her toes or just go all over, roaming on instinct; the important thing was, she didn’t let up. Rachel showed terrific stamina by just absolutely tearing about on the mattress for what must have been a good couple of minutes, just laughing and screaming, and occasionally shouting ‘cheater!’ at the top of her lungs.
“Does it tickle Rachel? Huh? You wanna quit? Tickle tickle tickle? Ah tickly tickly! Tickitickitickle? Tickle …Screw this! Right, where’s the phone?” She got up and found her cordless lying on the desk. “Stop for a second! And keep her quiet.” Joey and Chandler shrugged and stopped, leaving Rachel lying there, panting and giggling residually for a few seconds. Phoebe dialled. “Hi, Ross? Yeah I’m fine. Yeah… Shut up! Now you slept with Rachel a few times right? Well where is she most ticklish? … Yeah… Damn it Ross, there’s no time! … Uh huh… What?! What do you mean you can’t tell me? What? It’s awkward?! Just tell me!”
“Don’t tell her!” screamed Rachel.
“Tell me or… or… I’ll tell your parents you married me as well! Oh yeah? Who are they really going to believe?! …Wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t I!!? … … uh huh… uh huh… yeah… Thanks! Oh and say hi to Ben!” She hung up. “Right, you,” she pointed as Joey. “Hips are a good spot. You, go for her feet. Now you little stubborn rich girl, you’re gonna get a taste of the Bouffet buffet.” Phoebe climbed on top of her waist.
“…Now we’re talking!” said Joey.
“Joey!?!” screamed Rachel amidst her renewed sounds of ticklish torture. “And I bet you the other one’s Chandler!!”
Chandler and Joey looked at each other for a moment.
Chandler shrugged. “Nothing to lose now.”
Joey nodded in agreement. They started again. Rachel burst out laughing, saying, “You-hoo-hoo guys are so-ho dead!!”
Phoebe positioned her expert fingernails, attached to those skilful masseuse fingers, above Rachel’s bra where she knew the nipples to be. She then started stroking very lightly with inward brushes, and just that little subtle movement sent Rachel into a down right maddening frenzy.
“DAMN YOU GELLAR!” Rachel screamed as she tried in vain to twist her chest away from Phoebe’s torturing fingernails. She was able to take it, amazingly, for another half a minute, albeit while writhing and struggling and laughing her head off – her cheeks were starting to get a bit of cramp – then finally, agonizingly, as those damn things just would not stop fluttering over her stiffened tickle buttons, she broke.
“Ok ok Phoebe stop! I give up, you win, you win, stop, Sto-ho-hop!!”
“Stop?” She kept going.
“Ye-hehehehehe…”
“Hell, I said if you gave in you had to pay me, not that I wouldn’t keep going. Nobody knows how these things work anymore…” She kept going.
“WHAT?!?!?!”
“Tickle tickle tickle tickle…”
Rachel’s following protests fell on deaf ears as Phoebe continued to slowly stroke her tickle buttons, softly gliding her nails over the nipple covering area of her bra, loving the fact that she had won their little contest, and as such now really enjoying her torture of the tied up woman. Joey was loving it too – any excuse to grab a woman’s hips and squeeze ‘em – and Chandler figured he should just obey the woman whose limbs were free to hurt him.
And so they tickled the poor girl completely out of her mind for the remainder of the ten minutes, drinking up her laughter like so much cheap coffee, eating up her struggling like so many random muffins. Rachel assured them a number of times that if they kept going she would surely come out of this situation utterly insane, but that only encouraged Phoebe. She loved to hear the woman squeal. And squeal she did, a number of times, amidst her breathless, permanent smile and her periodic bursts of maniacal laughter.
Finally the buzzer went. Phoebe looked disappointed, but she kept her word and stopped, as did the other two. Rachel’s pleads lingered on for a good few moments after they stopped, and after that she just lay there, sweating and completely out of breath.
“Ok so you me a hundred dollars,” Phoebe dropped in slyly.
“!… !??!?!.... !?!?&^$££&*!!!!!!.....Phoebe, I…!”
“When you’re answering her,” Chandler interrupted, “keep in mind you are still tied to the bed.”
“…Damn Gellar.” Rachel muttered.
Eventually they untied her, and she had to, in the end, concede to the fact that she had indeed not specified whether people could help Phoebe, nor whether they had to stop when she gave up.
“Wow!” said Phoebe once she had pocketed the money. “I didn’t think you were actually gonna pay me! And Monica’s three times as stubborn as you, how much do you think we can make out of her?!”
Rachel stared at her, trying to decide which voice in her head she should listen to. “Well I… Ok, I’ll forgive you entirely if we split the difference.”
“Deal! She’ll be tough though.” She gave a dry laugh. “Tougher than you anyway.”
“Yeah? Well we’ll just wait and see who’s the toughest won’t we,” Rachel replied, a little glint in her eye.
It was a Saturday, early afternoon, and Chandler was sitting at the dining table in his and Monica’s apartment reading a section of newspaper. Just then Joey walked in the door, and casually strolled over to the fridge. He opened the door, and frowned.
“Where’s all the food? There was stuff in here yesterday.”
“…We ate it?”
“Well why’d you go and do that!?”
“…Because we earthlings tend to need nourishment to extend our lives.”
“Well now what am I going to do? I’ve got an audition at six, I can’t go with an empty stomach.”
“You have an audition?”
“Yeah, it’s this really great part...”
“You know, you’ve said that so many times now, the meanings of the words have actually been completely inverted inside my head.”
Joey looked blank for a moment. “You know, no food in here, means when you insult me, I kick your ass. In fact, to make it up to me, you can come down to the coffee house and buy me something down there.”
“Nah, I’m not really in the mood for coffee.”
“Yeah, dude, I didn’t say I needed you to come for conversation.” He raised his eyebrows and patted his pocket. Chandler shrugged, nodded, and got up.
Rachel and Phoebe were lounging on the sofa in central perk, each sipping a round mug of coffee.
“So where’s your worst spot?” Phoebe asked.
“Are you kidding? I’m not gonna tell you that.”
“Why not?”
“Because Phoebes, you’re evil. You get that funny look in your eye; see, you’ve got it right now.”
“Well, I would enjoy punishing you for all your crimes.”
Rachel frowned.
“And you know,” Phoebe began, “in china they used to use it as a form of torture.”
Rachel barked a laugh. “Yeah right.”
“No they did, really, I used to know a Chinese homeless guy when I lived on the streets, he even offered to show me.”
“What?!”
“Yeah… I think he’s in jail now.”
Rachel nodded in assent.
“But seriously, if you know what you’re doing, you can crack anyone.”
“Oh come on, there is no way that tickling could be used as a form of torture… I mean sure you want it to stop, but… it’s just tickling! If someone wanted something important from you, it would never work.”
“Oh, OK then.”
“… Look, I’m sorry Phoebe but it’s just a little hard to believe.”
Phoebe took a sip from her cup, then grinned. “How about we make a wager? If you can go for ten minutes without begging for me to stop, ill give you a hundred dollars.”
“What?! Phoebe, that’s a lot of money!”
“Yes, it is isn’t it?”
“No, I can’t take that much money from you, I wouldn’t feel right.”
“Oh, too bad…” She giggled. “We could increase the amount of time if it would make you feel better.”
Rachel shook her head. “…You’re really gonna give me a hundred dollars?”
“Yes. But if you do crack, you have to pay me.”
“…Ok, ok, you’re on sister!” They shook on it. “But be prepared to be one hundred dollars poorer!”
“Heh, Ok then.”
“…Yeah, see that’s the look I was talking about, right there. Well… anyway, I have to go, I’m meeting someone at…” She looked at her watch. “I really need to look at this thing more often.” She sprang up and left.
Chandler and Joey came in not long after she had left, and Chandler walked up to the counter while Joey took a seat. “Hey,” he said to Phoebe.
“How’r you?”
“I’m starving! And I’ve got an audition in an hour!”
“Wow really? What for?”
“Oh it’s this really great part…”
“Oh, It’s not another robot show is it?”
“No, it… Hey! I thought you liked Mac and Cheese!”
“Yeah, I humour you.”
He looked hurt for a moment, then, after thinking about it, nodded in acceptance.
Chandler came back with a tray carrying two muffins and two coffees, and held it out for Joey.
“Oh thanks man,” Joey answered, taking the whole tray. Chandler stood there for a moment in annoyance. Then he gave up and sat down.
“Hey guys,” said Phoebe, “you’ll never guess what Rachel just agreed to.” She explained the situation to them, and Joey grinned broadly.
“Let me get this straight,” he said, “you are gonna tie Rachel up… in your bedroom?!”
“Joey, we’re not going to do anything like that.”
“What is she paying you? A hundred dollars? I’ll double it!”
Phoebe’s eyebrows shot up. “Actually you guys could help me tickle her!”
“Don’t change the subject!” cried Joey.
Chandler frowned. “No, wait a minute, isn’t that a bit unfair?”
“Hell no! She agreed to be tickled for ten minutes, she didn’t say anything else about how or by how many people. Besides, I’m going to blindfold her so she won’t know it’s you!”
“Oh this just keeps getting better and better!” exclaimed Joey.
“What about Ross and Monica? Get them to do your deeds of sinister and… confusingly, sexy evil,” said Chandler.
“Ross is with Ben tonight,” Phoebe answered.
“…And Monica?”
Phoebe grinned. “She’s next.”
That night, Rachel was round at Phoebe’s apartment being prepped.
“Yep,” Rachel said cockily, lying in her underwear. “A hundred bucks in one night ain’t bad.”
“Yeah but you slept with Ross,” Phoebe retorted, “how much do you really expect people to pay after that?”
Rachel gave her an evil look. “…Oh by the way, how will I know if you’ve gone more than ten minutes, I don’t want you cheetin’.”
“The clock’s alarmed.”
“But hey, no, no you could just change it!”
“Please, Rachel, I’m not a cheater.”
“Yes you are! You cheat all the time! Last night playing scrabble you claimed that apartment was spelt with a U and a Y.”
“Yeah well obviously you’ve never heard an Irish person say apartment.”
Phoebe placed Rachel’s feet in the miniatures stocks which attached themselves to the end of the bed, tying her toes back with some thick, strong string. She then placed her wrists in a pair of padded handcuffs, which she then locked around one of the wooden poles at the head of the bed, leaving the woman stretched out on her king-size mattress. She slipped the blindfold over Rachel’s eyes.
“I still don’t see the point in this thing.”
“Sensory deprivation, now lie back and be quiet,” Phoebe answered. She left the room then, leaving the bound woman to lie and wonder when it was going to start.
“Ok guys, come out,” she said once she was in her living room, and Chandler and Joey came out of the hallway. “Ok right… oh how’d your audition go by the way?”
Joey sighed. “I didn’t get it. They said I was ‘too italian’.”
Chandler coughed. “Well, someone wasn’t afraid to tell the truth.”
“Well anyway, let’s get on with it. Now be very quite; if you talk she’ll know it’s you.”
“Hold on, hold on,” said Chandler. “You do realise that when she finds out what you did, she won’t pay you the money.”
“Money? Hell no, I don’t care about that, I just want her to suffer.” The two men shrugged and followed.
They all went into the room, where Rachel was lying in the exact same position, humming away.
“Oooh this is sooo tense,” she said sarcastically. “Oh please let me go, I’m so scared. Pff, yeah right.”
“Oh ok smart ass,” Phoebe snapped, “I was gonna start you off easy, but take this.”
She glided her nails over one of Rachel’s feet, nice and swiftly, causing the bound woman to yelp in shock then quickly bite her lip to prevent any more sound from escaping. Phoebe kept going, using feather light touches to tease Rachel’s arch, and soon began doing so on both feet. Rachel pressed her lips together tightly, and tried to hum a tune to keep her laughter down, but little hiccups soon began squeezing their way through. Phoebe didn’t stop; she just kept stroking and fluttering her nails along Rachel’s creamy skin, sending continuous tickling shocks through the bound woman’s nervous system. Rachel began shaking, and her face was turning red with the effort of keeping the laughter in. Phoebe scratched lightly across her heels, then dragged her nails lightly up to the balls of her feet, then down, then up again, then down, then up, then down. Rachel bit her lip and let out a high pitched moan as it became too much for her to handle, her legs convulsing, her toes trying to curl but finding it impossible.
Then Phoebe suddenly licked up the sole of Rachel’s left foot, and the unexpectedness of the sensation caused the tied up woman to erupt in a flurry of shocked laughter and buck her hips up and down and struggle. She impressively managed to pull it back together however, forcing a degree of calm over herself, though she still let out the occasional squeak and squirmed about slightly. Then she began shaking like a struck cymbal, desperately trying to keep her mouth shut as Phoebe’s fingers danced up her calf and teased behind her knees, softly caressing her silky nerves.
Then Phoebe decided that she had had enough. She nodded to Joey, who was all too happy to oblige. With a huge grin he went straight for Rachel’s waist, and immediately she hollered in surprise and tried to thrash about, but Joey’s powerful arms held her there as he worked her muscles and rubbed his fingertips along her lower ribs.
“Phoebe! You cheater! You got help!” Rachel was interrupted by her own screaming.
“Hey, no cheating,” Phoebe replied, still torturing Rachel’s feet. “You failed to specify.”
“Oh come.. !”
“Failed to specify! Now come on, you take some of her as well.”
“There’s two of them!?!?!”
Chandler stood there for a moment, uncertain, then thought to himself, Well when am I gonna have this chance again? He shrugged and went straight for the armpits, which he knew were a good spot. Rachel struggled and blasted out wailing laughs as thirty fingers toyed with her, Joey sometimes wriggling across her stomach, loving every moment of this underwear clad woman bucking and writhing under his hands, and Chandler occasionally found the courage to venture down her ribs and risk touching her bra. They rubbed and squeezed and kneaded, tickling her constantly, just wandering their eager digits over her soft, tender, ticklish body, and still, during all this, Phoebe was there, at the end of the bed, devouring Rachel’s helpless feet. She would run little circles down them with her nails, attack the arches vigorously, search in-between her toes or just go all over, roaming on instinct; the important thing was, she didn’t let up. Rachel showed terrific stamina by just absolutely tearing about on the mattress for what must have been a good couple of minutes, just laughing and screaming, and occasionally shouting ‘cheater!’ at the top of her lungs.
“Does it tickle Rachel? Huh? You wanna quit? Tickle tickle tickle? Ah tickly tickly! Tickitickitickle? Tickle …Screw this! Right, where’s the phone?” She got up and found her cordless lying on the desk. “Stop for a second! And keep her quiet.” Joey and Chandler shrugged and stopped, leaving Rachel lying there, panting and giggling residually for a few seconds. Phoebe dialled. “Hi, Ross? Yeah I’m fine. Yeah… Shut up! Now you slept with Rachel a few times right? Well where is she most ticklish? … Yeah… Damn it Ross, there’s no time! … Uh huh… What?! What do you mean you can’t tell me? What? It’s awkward?! Just tell me!”
“Don’t tell her!” screamed Rachel.
“Tell me or… or… I’ll tell your parents you married me as well! Oh yeah? Who are they really going to believe?! …Wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t I!!? … … uh huh… uh huh… yeah… Thanks! Oh and say hi to Ben!” She hung up. “Right, you,” she pointed as Joey. “Hips are a good spot. You, go for her feet. Now you little stubborn rich girl, you’re gonna get a taste of the Bouffet buffet.” Phoebe climbed on top of her waist.
“…Now we’re talking!” said Joey.
“Joey!?!” screamed Rachel amidst her renewed sounds of ticklish torture. “And I bet you the other one’s Chandler!!”
Chandler and Joey looked at each other for a moment.
Chandler shrugged. “Nothing to lose now.”
Joey nodded in agreement. They started again. Rachel burst out laughing, saying, “You-hoo-hoo guys are so-ho dead!!”
Phoebe positioned her expert fingernails, attached to those skilful masseuse fingers, above Rachel’s bra where she knew the nipples to be. She then started stroking very lightly with inward brushes, and just that little subtle movement sent Rachel into a down right maddening frenzy.
“DAMN YOU GELLAR!” Rachel screamed as she tried in vain to twist her chest away from Phoebe’s torturing fingernails. She was able to take it, amazingly, for another half a minute, albeit while writhing and struggling and laughing her head off – her cheeks were starting to get a bit of cramp – then finally, agonizingly, as those damn things just would not stop fluttering over her stiffened tickle buttons, she broke.
“Ok ok Phoebe stop! I give up, you win, you win, stop, Sto-ho-hop!!”
“Stop?” She kept going.
“Ye-hehehehehe…”
“Hell, I said if you gave in you had to pay me, not that I wouldn’t keep going. Nobody knows how these things work anymore…” She kept going.
“WHAT?!?!?!”
“Tickle tickle tickle tickle…”
Rachel’s following protests fell on deaf ears as Phoebe continued to slowly stroke her tickle buttons, softly gliding her nails over the nipple covering area of her bra, loving the fact that she had won their little contest, and as such now really enjoying her torture of the tied up woman. Joey was loving it too – any excuse to grab a woman’s hips and squeeze ‘em – and Chandler figured he should just obey the woman whose limbs were free to hurt him.
And so they tickled the poor girl completely out of her mind for the remainder of the ten minutes, drinking up her laughter like so much cheap coffee, eating up her struggling like so many random muffins. Rachel assured them a number of times that if they kept going she would surely come out of this situation utterly insane, but that only encouraged Phoebe. She loved to hear the woman squeal. And squeal she did, a number of times, amidst her breathless, permanent smile and her periodic bursts of maniacal laughter.
Finally the buzzer went. Phoebe looked disappointed, but she kept her word and stopped, as did the other two. Rachel’s pleads lingered on for a good few moments after they stopped, and after that she just lay there, sweating and completely out of breath.
“Ok so you me a hundred dollars,” Phoebe dropped in slyly.
“!… !??!?!.... !?!?&^$££&*!!!!!!.....Phoebe, I…!”
“When you’re answering her,” Chandler interrupted, “keep in mind you are still tied to the bed.”
“…Damn Gellar.” Rachel muttered.
Eventually they untied her, and she had to, in the end, concede to the fact that she had indeed not specified whether people could help Phoebe, nor whether they had to stop when she gave up.
“Wow!” said Phoebe once she had pocketed the money. “I didn’t think you were actually gonna pay me! And Monica’s three times as stubborn as you, how much do you think we can make out of her?!”
Rachel stared at her, trying to decide which voice in her head she should listen to. “Well I… Ok, I’ll forgive you entirely if we split the difference.”
“Deal! She’ll be tough though.” She gave a dry laugh. “Tougher than you anyway.”
“Yeah? Well we’ll just wait and see who’s the toughest won’t we,” Rachel replied, a little glint in her eye.
