Johnny Pseudo
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Greetings, how do you do's, welcome, and all that. Contained within this page is a story I've been working on for a while now, but have had trouble getting motivated to finish. It's a decently long tale, but I feel that it's a substantial improvement (at least to me) over some of the other tales I've churned out in the past. It shares a few traits with several of my other stories, just to make things easier for myself when I'm writing.
I was originally going to make the ticklers a sort of pseudo-cyborg creation, but thought better of it. Maybe next time, perhaps?
Anyway, that's enough of that nonsense; enjoy. :redstar: :feather:
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Before the young woman stood Chase's pub, affectionately called “The Laugh and Draft”, although to Lidia, the name was rather... forced. She had pestered Chase to consider changing it back to the “Silver Draft”, but to no avail sadly.
“Gotta change with the times, Liddy. It's about time I shook things up around here.” was what he had told her, if she was remembering right.
The thick wooden doors leading inside the large stone building flew open, revealing two drunken men who were rambling on about something or another in loud, obnoxious tones. They casually glanced her way but ultimately dismissed her, instead trying to focus on getting themselves down the dark, winding street in one piece.
Behind them, she could hear quite a commotion, and of course, the sound of laughter.
While the drunks stumbled past her onto the streets, she cautiously opened the doors and strolled inside, trying not to draw attention to herself. From the entrance, she could immediately tell what the origin of the commotion was.
From the looks of things, two of Chase's barmaids were putting on a grand show for the growing mass of pub-crawlers. Their nude forms writhed around in padded chairs situated on the small stage at the back of the pub. The two were tied up nice and snug so they couldn't get away, and from the sounds of it, their bindings were doing their job. Two men were at opposite ends, quickly skittering their nails along various parts of the womens' bodies, forcing them to expell the sweet laughter that made the crowd of mostly drinking men that much more excited. Just the sight of their nude figures being tickled was enough to make Lidia shudder, but seeing as how there were a few handfuls of women in the fervered crowd as well, she seemed to in the minority tonight.
The girls were probably no older than she was, being the young age of twenty-three. Their eyes were tightly shut, but their mouths were agape; the duality of high-pitched laughter overtook the cheers of drunken uproar from the crowd quite easily. Truly it was quite a sight, as one girl thrashed about in her chair trying to get loose from her bindings as a man tickled up and down her naked foot bottoms. The other not-so-fortunate soul feebily attempted to escape the hands feasting upon the flesh making up her sides.
“Aiiyeheheheee!!! Stahahahaapp! Stahaaahaap!! Please!”
The young woman's words were not lost on the man who tortured her so, because it seemed the more she begged, the more he was inclined to redouble his efforts in tickling her. For a while now, he had been content in the reactions she gave when he pinched and kneaded her sides. It was definitly a good start, but he felt that there was still so much to explore. With this on his mind he soon changed tactics, instead beginning to dig into the pliable skin of her hips. Doing so caused her to jump up and down within the chair as much as her bindings would allow. Her eyes opened wide, and her mouth contorted into a grand smile, easily allowing her to expel even more ragged laughter into the stony den. Yes.. this was exactly the reaction he had been looking for!
“Heh, what's the matter girly? Too ticklish for your own good?” he teased, feeling her buck and writhe beneath his thick fingers.
These hips were undoubtedly the worst of her spots that he had been able to find thus far. Had she the strength, the chair no doubtedly would have tipped over to the floor.
But then again, who's to say the man wouldn't merely place it as it was, or even continue with her lying face down?
“Hehahahaaa Nohohaha!! Nahahatt miiaha toahahahaaasss!!”
The other girl beside her seemed to be worse for ware; barely able to form words, let alone anything coherent. Her laughter rose and fell with each passing second. Sitting at her feet was the other burly man. He held a toothbrush tightly in his hands and was busy putting them to use between the tender crevices between each of her toes. Even when she scrunched them together, he'd merely start dragging the bristles along the bottoms of her toes, getting her to open them up again within a few measly strokes. Every so often, the bright green flash of her curling painted toes would expose itself to the crowd, urging him on to tickle her further.
“Tch, look at you–“ the man scoffed. “–Can't even speak, can you?” he asked after a particularly loud squeal. Lidia watched her legs tense and relax against her bindings while her head writhed in a vain attempt to dissuade him.
Lidia made note of how the two were positioned on the stage; both sat in padded chairs, with their arms tied to the back legs of the chairs. Their feet were placed onto short bar stools, tied together at the ankles, and again at the toes. Ropes stretching down from their ankles bound them to the legs of the stools. It was a simple setup, but effective nontheless. Many of the patrons began loudly cheering as the second girl found a reserve burst of strength within her to resume pleading for her release.
If one were to ignore the immediately obvious, it was just as busy as ever in here, that, and there was no place to sit other than at the bar in the entrance to the building. A few of the men who weren't watching the festivities showed her some attention by glancing over, some not so descreet as others. A grimace passed across her delicate face; she couldn't help but think of how often she herself used to be in the same position as those two at the front. Just a pretty young thing to draw in a crowd, but instead of serenading with music or dance, it would be the uncontrollable laughter. While Lidia found herself lost in thought, a set of nimble fingers found their way underneath her cloak, quickly skittering back and forth along her bare midriff. Before she knew what was going on, her face twisted into a lopsided grin, and a new set of squeals unleashed themselves into the bar before she managed to hop away.
“Ha, look who decided to come around! Didn't think I'd see you back for some time, Liddy!” the man who tickled her spoke with a bit of pride. He raised his hands threatening towards her, wiggling his fingers back and forth.
“Ugh, give me a break... You've got some nerve, Chase!” she hissed, slapping his hands down.
Standing before her was Chase Lindron, the owner of this so-called 'pub'. He was four or five years her senior, and a cocky trickster to boot. She'd spent two long years working for him here at this place, making herself enough money to start out into the world and make a name for herself. She felt that it was a better proposition than simply being tickled for a living. Of course, it was no easy task being a mercenary-for-hire either. Lidia had her fair share of unfortunate luck, but most of the time she was consistent in her results, and those results often implied staying alive. That's what kept the money coming in, and to her, money was definitely a good thing. But the point is, she was here, and so was Chase. If what she saw on stage didn't bring the memories flooding back, he would be doing his damndest to make her remember himself.
For a long time now, even before she started working for him, she had a sort of love-hate relationship with tickling. Chase had been a fair man to work for, but the reassurance of being tickled on a nightly basis had left her with a lingering impression. She hated not being in control and being manipulated with something so childish, but at the same time, she loved it because of what it was. That uncontrollable feeling of being totally helpless... Sometimes it was good to just let go and laugh, even if you didn't have a say in the matter. She'd spent years trying to figure it all out, but the more that she thought on it, the more indecisive she was about it. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all... just maybe.
At least he'll never know. God, I'd never hear the end of it if Chase ever found out. She thought to herself. Her attention turned back onto the man in front of her, while she crossed her arms and frowned.
“Ah... relax! I meant you no harm–“ he spoke, raising his hands up as if to defend himself. “–What brings you back to this fine establishment of mine?” Looking her up and down, he put his hands on his hips and smiled. 'I still see you're as ticklish as ever. Surely you couldn't be back looking to make some extra monnets, would you?' he grinned, watching as the young woman became flush in the face.
“Absolutely not.” she retorted, eyeing him with contempt. “I'm just here for a drink, and it just so happened that this dingy old dump was the first I came across.” She pulled her weapon belt off from around her waist, setting the short sword and buckler at the foot of the bar. With little effort, she hoisted herself into the padded barstool in front of her. Chase walked behind the bar and pulled down a glass mug hanging from the rack. “Right... whatever you say, Liddy. The usual?” She waved a hand at him, which prompted him to fill her glass with the apple smelling alcohol. She graciously took the glass and began to injest the frothy mixture. In no time at all, the young woman finished it, slamming down the glass onto the counter before wiping her mouth with the back of her glove. “So how's business going, Miss High-and-Mighty?” he chuckled. The lingering smell of apples wavered in her mouth, while a warm feeling began forming in her stomach. Her fingers found themselves drumming along the oak panels of the bar while she waited for him to refill her mug. “Oh... just fine. Couldn't be–“
The sound of high pitched screams caused Lidia to stop. Though, in seconds, the maidens cries were back to a nominal level... well... as nominal a level as laughter can be.
The man working over the first girl moved his nimble fingers to the undersides of her knees. Unsatisfied with the lack of increase of laughter, he switched around around to the tops, pinching and kneading the flesh as he continued up towards her thighs. “Nahahaahaat theeheheheahaaairrrr!” she screamed, tossing her head back and forth against the chair in a futile attempt to drown out the sensations. He opted to skip the thighs and head up to her ribcage. Each and every slow scratch caused her to yelp and sqeak, as she did her best to compose herself. Even through it all, the lingering attack on her knees still caused her to twitch and struggle, fighting to see through the tears obscuring her eyes.
A few feet away, “Greenie”, (as Lidia referred to her) was on the receiving end of a different kind of torture. Her laughter came in ragged, moaning gasps. Her assailant had taken up two handfuls of small plume feathers and was busy putting them to work against her perky breasts. The fluffy tools dragged back and forth against her budding nipples. Greenie clenched her mouth shut, but somehow, the squeaks of laughter and gasping moans found their way out from behind this barrier. Lost in the thralls, she was quickly passing her own breaking point. Her eyelids fluttered although just barely, and he could see the way she looked at him, silently speaking what she was unable to physically. More than likely, she'd get into the back and have a bit of fun with herself while she freshened up, and the thought of that spurred him on to slow his teasing pace. He knew what she wanted, but he'd be damned if she'd get it so easily, the poor thing.
“–Better?” he finished, looking up to the stage. With his free hand, he fumbled around underneath the polished countertop. Fishing out a toothpick from a small shot glass, Chase popped it into his mouth before begginning to chew on it. He checked his watch; there was still a few minutes left before the next show, thankfully. Sometimes he wondered why no one had ever thought to have a setup like this. He had taken over the bar at the behest of his father. It was a sort of family affair that had been around for... four generations now? His business was consistent, probably the best in all of the city actually, and because of that, he could afford to pay the girls working for him much better than they'd make elsewhere. Some would probably say it was fishy, but he had believed in giving these women a good chance to make money, and for the relatively easy ordeal that was tickling.
Of course, he never asked that they be nude when on the stage, but somehow the idea had just stuck, and that's probably why the money was so much better.
“... You could say that.” Lidia began again, softer this time as they both watched on. “I see that nothing's changed here. Still tempting poor girls into your devious escapades...” she muttered with a smirk. He set his hand down and looked to her; “Me? Tempt them? Why would I do that, when they're so willing to make some extra monnets all on their own?” Lidia could hear the sly tone in his voice, which inspired a roll from her eyes. “Ugh, spare me the details, please.” The bartender rested his elbow on the counter while she took another long drink from her glass, “You know, seeing you here... kinda brings back memories. I really do miss having you around, you know. Some of these girls would have done well to watch a real star like you be up there.”
“Yeah... well...”Lidia began, but was cut off by the shouting and hollaring from the crowd. The men on the stage were starting to wind down their torture of the two young women on the stage. Greenie, who'd been in the thick of getting her breasts feathered was lost in the thralls of her own devious urges. Feverent moans of displeasure escaped from within her upon seeing the man slowly retract his tickly instruments. Beside her, the other girl simply let her head hang limply while the man quickly worked her feet over in a last ditch attempt to drain what little laughter lingered inside of her.
Chase casually stole another glance down to his watch, revealing it was half after ten. With a loud, shrill whistle, he signaled for the doormen, Nero and Giren to release the poor girls from their makeshift bindings. Once freed, they both took a few minutes before standing, albeit on shaky legs, as the crowd gave them a hearty round of applause. They were handed towels, which they hurridly wrapped around themselves before they were led offstage. It could have been a trick of the eye, but Chase thought he saw Greenie making a running dash for the showers. He couldn't help but laugh a little, and decided to send a few waitresses out with a free round for everyone, compliments of the house. The padded chairs were quickly wiped down and prepped for the next girls to take their place.
During all the commotion between shows, he almost missed the offhanded comment from Lidia.
“… So... how long did they last?”
Chase raised an eyebrow towards her, noticing her empty mug. Pulling the handle down on the tap, he watched the liquid slowly trickle inside. 'Ha, didn't think I'd hear that from you of all people. Want to see if they toppled your record?'
“… No, Chase. I'm just curious, that's all. Can't a girl ask a question? Sheesh...” Lidia's gaze was still transfixed on the pub-crawlers making passes at the waitresses.
“Uh... fourty-five minutes, more or less.” he replied. He let out a little scoff before adding, “The next two probably won't last that long though.”
The young woman looked up at him while taking a drink, but before she could ask, another shrill whistle passed through his fingers. The men on stage nodded and lumbered off into the back. When they returned, the crowd began to cheer at what they brought with them. A small, worn chest, black in color with gold trim on the top and sides. Lidia recognized the thing almost immediately, causing her toes to scrunch up within her boots. It had been a long time since she'd seen that small container, but the reaction was still the same now as it had been years ago. She could almost recall hearing Chase's words as she had taken the stage, that long time ago, and it sent a shiver up her spine.
Ladies and Gentlemen; we have a real treat for you all tonight! Let's give it up for our daring volunteer... the Insatiable Lidia!
The crowd roared to life, as the young woman bowed before them. She tugged and pulled slowly at the edges of her ornate towel. Ever-so-slowly, she let it slip down past her breasts and along her stomach until finally letting it fall to the ground. The girl stepped gingerly over the heap and leaned down towards the crowd, wagging a finger at them before covering her breasts with her arm. Lidia backed into the padded seat, crossing her arms while two men tied her ankles to the small footstool in front of her.
When it was time to tie her arms up and behind her, she shook her head and gently bit her lip, goading them into trying to make her give up her arms. It must have worked, because before long, she felt the familiar tingling sensations at her ankles...
Verbal teasing from the two didn't help her either, as they slowly crawled around towards the tops of her feet, and when they reached the backside of her toes, she called them off and pulled her arms up and over her head. The crowd was already coming to life with whistles and howls that threatened to blow the window panes out. They left her tied up, before going to retrieve that little black chest, and when they'd returned, her toes instinctively curled and her legs twitched at the very sight of it. Perhaps it was because of what was sure to come...
“Hey, are you alright Liddy?”
She gave a meek nod, feeling a gentle tingle beginning to form between her legs. Two more girls walked out onto the stage, standing before their respective seats. “Please welcome our brave challengers–“ Nero chimed up, holding out an arm to the girls on either side of him. “Angelina–“ he started, gesturing to a short haired red-head. “–And to my right, the lovely Sylvia”, the taller of the two, a medium lengthed silver-haired girl. They both gave a little wave to the crowd before removing their towels. The men whistled and cheered while they sat down, letting themselves get tied without a struggle. Even though the girls smiled and laughed in spite of the situation, Lidia could see tell-tale signs of doubt beginning to creep onto their young faces. After the doormen tied the girls in the same fashion as the previous two, they took their places at the far sides of the stage. The lights went dim, and a collective gasp filled the room. Lidia knew what was coming, as did the girls upon the stage no doubt.
The lights slowly flickered back on, illuminating the bar in a low but warm glow. Two women appeared and stood upon the stage; a blonde and a brunette, each wearing their hair short. They looked a few years older than Lidia herself, and both were dressed scantily; short, tight black corsets with matching fishnets. Both women were barefooted, and both unintentionally further enticed the crowd of already horny men and women even more than they already were by .
When the two tied girls weren't gazing upon the women, they were fixated on the black chest. The same black chest that, if she remembered correctly, housed but a few rather... peticular tools. Feathers, brushes, rope, oils, you name it. Although you'd hardly think they were “diabolical” under normal circumstances, but then again, the entire situation was hardly normal either.
Giren turned towards the crowd, offering a bow and asking for another round of applause from the drunkards; to which they quickly obliged. Lidia continued to sip on her alcohol, though she found herself slowly clapping along with all the others, for whatever reason. All the shouts and clammoring from the crowd couldn't distract her from the two woman who looked out upon their subjects. They bowed and teased the crowd, blowing kisses and throwing looks towards particular people. She was pretty far in the back, barely able to be seen in such scant light, but they both stopped scanning when they saw her. The two whispered a few words to each other, lost to all the noise, but Lidia had a good idea of what they were saying from the way the blonde pointed towards her. Lidia's thoughts were confirmed when they both gave her a devlish little wink and blew her a kiss.
Oh no... not now. That all-too-familiar blush came back to her. She was never good at being teased, no matter who did it. She was rather thankful that she was in the darkened part of the spacious room, as there wasn't a lot of attention being thrown her way. Lidia took a long drink from her mug before tearing her gaze away from the girls.
Sitting in the chair, Lidia flexed and wiggled her toes, not to mention shook her ample bosom at the crowd. Anything to get them riled up for what was coming. The lights dimmed, enticing the onlookers to whistling and whooping. When the lights returned, two women were at her side, both dressed in tight fitting dresses with sheer pantyhose stockings. They were the very same blonde and brunette on the stage now.
Kneeling at her side, they began to run their nails up her sides, smiling while she giggled and writhed around. “Awe... wittle Liddy, you've been such a naughty wittle girl, haven't you?” the brunette teased. Lidia giggled and shook her head to try and dissuade them, but to no avail. “Come on now, you don't have to be bashful. Surely you've been bad, even just a wittle, right?”
The young woman could feel the familiar tingling in her cheeks.“Heehee... maybehehe just a little.... Hehehe.. Am I goihiheheing to get punished?”
“Oh... Of course. You know that bad girls have to be punished, don't you?” The brunette whispered sensually into her ear, all the while whisking her fingers around the smooth hollows of her underarms.
“Another sinful girl to lend a helping hand to... our job sure isn't easy, is it Abby?” the blonde commented while pinching the tender flesh around her belly-button. “You know, I'd have to agree, Reena.” Abby laughed. The two slowy got up, leaving Lidia to catch her breath and look out over the crowd.
“Who wants to see us punish this naughty little girl tonight?!” the two cried out, smiling as the patrons went wild. They wasted no time in digging through that black and gold chest, pulling out all sorts of ticklish toys to test out on her awaiting body....
Lidia's suddenly felt terribly thirsty, so down the hatch went the rest of her drink. She could feel herself getting a bit flustered, and the tingling between her legs was starting to grow. Why was it so hot and stuffy in here?
With a loud creak, Nero opened the chest, while Giren took the liberty of blindfolding both girls. “Hey, take it easy now, you're downing this stuff like it was water.” His comment apparently fell onto deaf ears, from the way she thrusted the glass towards him. Chase knocked the froth off from above the glass after another fill up. “Eh... uh... Whatever.” she finally remarked, taking another satisfying drink. Lidia could feel her cheeks burning at the thought of all those memories invading her mind.
“So, gracious patrons, do you think we should use some of this?!” Reena shouted, holding out a large bottle of clear liquid as she sat on the edge of the stage. Knowing those two, it was probably some sort of oil no doubt. Lidia watched her legs dangle back and forth, just out of reach of the restless crowd. There were more than a few attempts to yank off the fishnets that so delicately protected her own bare feet, but sadly, the men were just too far away. She could just imagine what would happen if the crowd somehow got a hold of the blonde. Something like that just might make Reena regret her choices in clothing, if not anything else. The blonde looked down at a few of the men who made grabs for her legs; she slowly raised her feet and wiggled her toes at the men while they redoubled their efforts to get those fishnet off.
“You know... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted to get in on the action up there.”
Jarred from her daydreaming, she turned around to meet his gaze. “… What? Er, no... no, I don't! Don't be rediculous! What gave you that idea?” Oblivous to the hungry crowd behind them, the two traded more banter. “Well, for starters, you haven't stopped staring at the stage since those girls came on. Secondly, you've been burning through these drinks left and right.”
Reena slowly poured out a quarter of the bottle over Angelina's trapped feet before passing it off to Abby. Leaning down to meet the Sylvia's gaze, Abby dangled the bottle of oil in front of her eyes before slowly turning it upside down to let its contents slowly trickle out. “N-No, please! Not that, please!” the girl cried, watching more and more cover her ample chest before trailing down onto her stomach. As the liquid gel trickled lower and lower, they both let out meek giggles, gently twitching back and forth in their respective chairs. The women opened the chest and each grabbed a small, circular brush; not too much different than one used to put on makeup. Reena took her seat once more at the red-head's feet, while Abby leaned provocatively over the silver-haired girl. It didn't take long for them to start teasing the poor girls, nor did it take long for the laughter to commence.
“Ooooh... look at these cute little feet... Don't you like it when I pamper you like this, Angelina?” the blonde commented, watching the oil flow down the girl's arches before slowly sliding over the tips of her heels. The red-head was biting her lower lip and flexing her toes back and forth, merely waiting for the innevitable to happen. Every scrunch, every wiggle, she could feel the sticky liquid gushing out from in between her toes. If she wasn't careful, she'd end up tickling herself silly before Reena had her chance to. The crowd seemed to collectively hold their breath, anticipating when the brush would touch those wildy ticklish feet. Soon enough, it happened, Reena touched the tip of the bristles to the heel of her left foot, rocking it back and forth while the girl snickered.
Before long, she started to make little passes across one foot, and then the other. With each pass, she redirected the oozing liquid and zig-zagged her way up the young woman's arches. Reaching the top of her arch, she would make a few swirls before slowly descending once more. The red-head could do nothing but flex and curl her toes while she visibly struggled to keep her laughter walled inside of her. From where she sat, she could see the blonde gently biting on her lower lip, emphatically waiting for the laughter to work itself out of her.
Reena eventually had enough of this slow process, and decided on a much more interesting method. She closed her eyes and made wide, sweeping motions with the brush in every direction across the red-head's feet. One would be across the bottoms of her toes on one foot, and then a haphazard sweep straight down to her heel on the other. The sensations were bad enough on their own, but the sheer randomness coupled with all the oil coating her feet didn't help things in the least. Angie could feel the laughter rising up from her stomach, slamming into her clenched teeth. Little by little, her mouth twisted, and her eyes clenched even harder. Giggles and snorts soon turned into chuckles, and before long, she could feel herself about to scream and yell with laughter.
“Oh, Angie... what's the matter? Don't you like feeling the brush against your feet?” Reena teased, watching the beads of oil trickle around the bristles of the brush. Her strokes were light, and barely touching the girl's feet, but she could only think of how much it must have been tickling her. Small snorts and giggles were breaking out from the corners of her mouth, but that soon changed once she felt the brush beginning to stroke across the center of her soles. She couldn't take it anymore! The red headed girl threw her head back and screamed with laughter, expelling it just was quickly as Abigail could coax her into creating it.
Off to her right, while all this was taking place, her silver-haired girl-friend wasn't fairing much better.
Abby decided that the best course of action was to sit behind Sylvia, so that she did. Bringing her arms around the girl's sides, she wriggled her fingers in the air for the girl to see. The effect was instantaneous; the young woman immediately started to giggle and shake, even though the real theat was still yet to come. “Already a giggling mess are you? Poor thing..” the woman cooed into her ear, hearing the girl let out tiny yelps when her nimble fingers touched the oiled flesh.
The cheeky brunette had decided to forgo all of the tricks and teasing her partner used in favor of a more... direct approach. Instead of sensations along her feet, there were ticklish sensations along her ribcage and abdomen. The young woman howled as the fingers danced intricately around her ribcage, poking, pinching and proding all the while. “My, seems that someone isn't going to last very long.” she noted, moving around to just below her jiggling breasts. “Aaa....AAHAAAHA!!” More laughter mixed with fervid screams; Sylvia leaned forward and jostled around within the chair as Abigail found a sweet spot just below the outer edges of her breasts. “Gahahaad! NAAHAHAHAT THERHEHEEER!!”
And so it was. Minutes passing into longer stretches of time, and the more she watched, the more Lidia was reminded of old times. She could feel her sex throbbing, sending strands of pleasure etching through her legs down to her toes. Lidia was restless, dangling a leg off the chair in an attempt to quell the feelings rising within her.
Chase watched what was happening on stage with passing interest. He was more focused on the girl in front of him, who was tugging at the collar around her neck. “Is it... uh.. hot in here to you?” Lidia asked, running her fingers around the thick material. “It seems fine in here to me, Liddy.” the man quipped. His fingers drummed softly against the oak countertop while he watched the spectacle on the stage. The young woman grabbed the mug and downed it's cold contents until only a pitiful froth was left. Ugh... wow! This is crazy... it's so hot...
Grabbing hold of her small cloak, she quickly tugged it off. With a cast of her arm, it flew off towards a nearby empty chair. Luckily for her, almost all of the men in the bar were too busy watching the spectacle at the front to pay her much mind.
Though she thought it would help cool her off, she discovered that the act did nothing except draw the attention of Abigail and Reena.
The two women had decided to switch partners, finding new ways to draw laughter from out of the helpless girls. Stradling Sylvia's legs, Reena provocatively bent down until she was eye-level with the girl's bound feet. She kept her eyes fixated in Lidia's direction, licking her lips seductively as she blew onto the girl's twitching toes. Red-faced and embarrassed as she was, Lidia couldn't help but picture herself in that situation; her own toes curling in an futile attempt to flee that snake-like tongue. She watched Reena slowly begin to drag her tongue across the tips of Sylvia's toes, heard the oohs and aahs from the girl, along with stiffled laughter.
Ooohh... not the toes...
The young woman was absolutely salivating at this point. The night's festivities finally catching up to her, spurring her on into a new level of arousal. She reluctantly tore her gaze away just as Sylvia started moaning, obviously enjoying what Reena was doing with her. Clearing her throat, she looked over at Chase, who was busy wiping down glasses, hers included.
Should I as... No. No, I won't. I don't... I don't need this. I-
The sounds of laughter-infused moans shook her from her thoughts. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, but sadly it didn't seem possible at this point. As much as she didn't want to admit, she wanted oh-so-badly to be the one up there right now. To be tickled, teased, and titulated across her body. There was a reason Chase called her “insatiable”, it was because of her un-breakable will when she was on the stage, always asking for more.
“Uhm... Uh...” she squeaked, looking towards her friend. He seemed not to hear her, so she gently tapped on the counter. He came over and gave her a funny look. “Woah, are you alright?” he whispered, “You're looking pretty red there, Liddy.”
“I know Chase. I... I want to... I wanted to ask you something.” she mumbled, rubbing at her arm.
Chase slung the small rag across his shoulder while he bade her go on. When she had finished asking her question, he flashed her a sly grin and gestured her to follow him. It looked like he'd be getting his wish tonight after all...
I was originally going to make the ticklers a sort of pseudo-cyborg creation, but thought better of it. Maybe next time, perhaps?
Anyway, that's enough of that nonsense; enjoy. :redstar: :feather:
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Before the young woman stood Chase's pub, affectionately called “The Laugh and Draft”, although to Lidia, the name was rather... forced. She had pestered Chase to consider changing it back to the “Silver Draft”, but to no avail sadly.
“Gotta change with the times, Liddy. It's about time I shook things up around here.” was what he had told her, if she was remembering right.
The thick wooden doors leading inside the large stone building flew open, revealing two drunken men who were rambling on about something or another in loud, obnoxious tones. They casually glanced her way but ultimately dismissed her, instead trying to focus on getting themselves down the dark, winding street in one piece.
Behind them, she could hear quite a commotion, and of course, the sound of laughter.
While the drunks stumbled past her onto the streets, she cautiously opened the doors and strolled inside, trying not to draw attention to herself. From the entrance, she could immediately tell what the origin of the commotion was.
From the looks of things, two of Chase's barmaids were putting on a grand show for the growing mass of pub-crawlers. Their nude forms writhed around in padded chairs situated on the small stage at the back of the pub. The two were tied up nice and snug so they couldn't get away, and from the sounds of it, their bindings were doing their job. Two men were at opposite ends, quickly skittering their nails along various parts of the womens' bodies, forcing them to expell the sweet laughter that made the crowd of mostly drinking men that much more excited. Just the sight of their nude figures being tickled was enough to make Lidia shudder, but seeing as how there were a few handfuls of women in the fervered crowd as well, she seemed to in the minority tonight.
The girls were probably no older than she was, being the young age of twenty-three. Their eyes were tightly shut, but their mouths were agape; the duality of high-pitched laughter overtook the cheers of drunken uproar from the crowd quite easily. Truly it was quite a sight, as one girl thrashed about in her chair trying to get loose from her bindings as a man tickled up and down her naked foot bottoms. The other not-so-fortunate soul feebily attempted to escape the hands feasting upon the flesh making up her sides.
“Aiiyeheheheee!!! Stahahahaapp! Stahaaahaap!! Please!”
The young woman's words were not lost on the man who tortured her so, because it seemed the more she begged, the more he was inclined to redouble his efforts in tickling her. For a while now, he had been content in the reactions she gave when he pinched and kneaded her sides. It was definitly a good start, but he felt that there was still so much to explore. With this on his mind he soon changed tactics, instead beginning to dig into the pliable skin of her hips. Doing so caused her to jump up and down within the chair as much as her bindings would allow. Her eyes opened wide, and her mouth contorted into a grand smile, easily allowing her to expel even more ragged laughter into the stony den. Yes.. this was exactly the reaction he had been looking for!
“Heh, what's the matter girly? Too ticklish for your own good?” he teased, feeling her buck and writhe beneath his thick fingers.
These hips were undoubtedly the worst of her spots that he had been able to find thus far. Had she the strength, the chair no doubtedly would have tipped over to the floor.
But then again, who's to say the man wouldn't merely place it as it was, or even continue with her lying face down?
“Hehahahaaa Nohohaha!! Nahahatt miiaha toahahahaaasss!!”
The other girl beside her seemed to be worse for ware; barely able to form words, let alone anything coherent. Her laughter rose and fell with each passing second. Sitting at her feet was the other burly man. He held a toothbrush tightly in his hands and was busy putting them to use between the tender crevices between each of her toes. Even when she scrunched them together, he'd merely start dragging the bristles along the bottoms of her toes, getting her to open them up again within a few measly strokes. Every so often, the bright green flash of her curling painted toes would expose itself to the crowd, urging him on to tickle her further.
“Tch, look at you–“ the man scoffed. “–Can't even speak, can you?” he asked after a particularly loud squeal. Lidia watched her legs tense and relax against her bindings while her head writhed in a vain attempt to dissuade him.
Lidia made note of how the two were positioned on the stage; both sat in padded chairs, with their arms tied to the back legs of the chairs. Their feet were placed onto short bar stools, tied together at the ankles, and again at the toes. Ropes stretching down from their ankles bound them to the legs of the stools. It was a simple setup, but effective nontheless. Many of the patrons began loudly cheering as the second girl found a reserve burst of strength within her to resume pleading for her release.
If one were to ignore the immediately obvious, it was just as busy as ever in here, that, and there was no place to sit other than at the bar in the entrance to the building. A few of the men who weren't watching the festivities showed her some attention by glancing over, some not so descreet as others. A grimace passed across her delicate face; she couldn't help but think of how often she herself used to be in the same position as those two at the front. Just a pretty young thing to draw in a crowd, but instead of serenading with music or dance, it would be the uncontrollable laughter. While Lidia found herself lost in thought, a set of nimble fingers found their way underneath her cloak, quickly skittering back and forth along her bare midriff. Before she knew what was going on, her face twisted into a lopsided grin, and a new set of squeals unleashed themselves into the bar before she managed to hop away.
“Ha, look who decided to come around! Didn't think I'd see you back for some time, Liddy!” the man who tickled her spoke with a bit of pride. He raised his hands threatening towards her, wiggling his fingers back and forth.
“Ugh, give me a break... You've got some nerve, Chase!” she hissed, slapping his hands down.
Standing before her was Chase Lindron, the owner of this so-called 'pub'. He was four or five years her senior, and a cocky trickster to boot. She'd spent two long years working for him here at this place, making herself enough money to start out into the world and make a name for herself. She felt that it was a better proposition than simply being tickled for a living. Of course, it was no easy task being a mercenary-for-hire either. Lidia had her fair share of unfortunate luck, but most of the time she was consistent in her results, and those results often implied staying alive. That's what kept the money coming in, and to her, money was definitely a good thing. But the point is, she was here, and so was Chase. If what she saw on stage didn't bring the memories flooding back, he would be doing his damndest to make her remember himself.
For a long time now, even before she started working for him, she had a sort of love-hate relationship with tickling. Chase had been a fair man to work for, but the reassurance of being tickled on a nightly basis had left her with a lingering impression. She hated not being in control and being manipulated with something so childish, but at the same time, she loved it because of what it was. That uncontrollable feeling of being totally helpless... Sometimes it was good to just let go and laugh, even if you didn't have a say in the matter. She'd spent years trying to figure it all out, but the more that she thought on it, the more indecisive she was about it. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all... just maybe.
At least he'll never know. God, I'd never hear the end of it if Chase ever found out. She thought to herself. Her attention turned back onto the man in front of her, while she crossed her arms and frowned.
“Ah... relax! I meant you no harm–“ he spoke, raising his hands up as if to defend himself. “–What brings you back to this fine establishment of mine?” Looking her up and down, he put his hands on his hips and smiled. 'I still see you're as ticklish as ever. Surely you couldn't be back looking to make some extra monnets, would you?' he grinned, watching as the young woman became flush in the face.
“Absolutely not.” she retorted, eyeing him with contempt. “I'm just here for a drink, and it just so happened that this dingy old dump was the first I came across.” She pulled her weapon belt off from around her waist, setting the short sword and buckler at the foot of the bar. With little effort, she hoisted herself into the padded barstool in front of her. Chase walked behind the bar and pulled down a glass mug hanging from the rack. “Right... whatever you say, Liddy. The usual?” She waved a hand at him, which prompted him to fill her glass with the apple smelling alcohol. She graciously took the glass and began to injest the frothy mixture. In no time at all, the young woman finished it, slamming down the glass onto the counter before wiping her mouth with the back of her glove. “So how's business going, Miss High-and-Mighty?” he chuckled. The lingering smell of apples wavered in her mouth, while a warm feeling began forming in her stomach. Her fingers found themselves drumming along the oak panels of the bar while she waited for him to refill her mug. “Oh... just fine. Couldn't be–“
The sound of high pitched screams caused Lidia to stop. Though, in seconds, the maidens cries were back to a nominal level... well... as nominal a level as laughter can be.
The man working over the first girl moved his nimble fingers to the undersides of her knees. Unsatisfied with the lack of increase of laughter, he switched around around to the tops, pinching and kneading the flesh as he continued up towards her thighs. “Nahahaahaat theeheheheahaaairrrr!” she screamed, tossing her head back and forth against the chair in a futile attempt to drown out the sensations. He opted to skip the thighs and head up to her ribcage. Each and every slow scratch caused her to yelp and sqeak, as she did her best to compose herself. Even through it all, the lingering attack on her knees still caused her to twitch and struggle, fighting to see through the tears obscuring her eyes.
A few feet away, “Greenie”, (as Lidia referred to her) was on the receiving end of a different kind of torture. Her laughter came in ragged, moaning gasps. Her assailant had taken up two handfuls of small plume feathers and was busy putting them to work against her perky breasts. The fluffy tools dragged back and forth against her budding nipples. Greenie clenched her mouth shut, but somehow, the squeaks of laughter and gasping moans found their way out from behind this barrier. Lost in the thralls, she was quickly passing her own breaking point. Her eyelids fluttered although just barely, and he could see the way she looked at him, silently speaking what she was unable to physically. More than likely, she'd get into the back and have a bit of fun with herself while she freshened up, and the thought of that spurred him on to slow his teasing pace. He knew what she wanted, but he'd be damned if she'd get it so easily, the poor thing.
“–Better?” he finished, looking up to the stage. With his free hand, he fumbled around underneath the polished countertop. Fishing out a toothpick from a small shot glass, Chase popped it into his mouth before begginning to chew on it. He checked his watch; there was still a few minutes left before the next show, thankfully. Sometimes he wondered why no one had ever thought to have a setup like this. He had taken over the bar at the behest of his father. It was a sort of family affair that had been around for... four generations now? His business was consistent, probably the best in all of the city actually, and because of that, he could afford to pay the girls working for him much better than they'd make elsewhere. Some would probably say it was fishy, but he had believed in giving these women a good chance to make money, and for the relatively easy ordeal that was tickling.
Of course, he never asked that they be nude when on the stage, but somehow the idea had just stuck, and that's probably why the money was so much better.
“... You could say that.” Lidia began again, softer this time as they both watched on. “I see that nothing's changed here. Still tempting poor girls into your devious escapades...” she muttered with a smirk. He set his hand down and looked to her; “Me? Tempt them? Why would I do that, when they're so willing to make some extra monnets all on their own?” Lidia could hear the sly tone in his voice, which inspired a roll from her eyes. “Ugh, spare me the details, please.” The bartender rested his elbow on the counter while she took another long drink from her glass, “You know, seeing you here... kinda brings back memories. I really do miss having you around, you know. Some of these girls would have done well to watch a real star like you be up there.”
“Yeah... well...”Lidia began, but was cut off by the shouting and hollaring from the crowd. The men on the stage were starting to wind down their torture of the two young women on the stage. Greenie, who'd been in the thick of getting her breasts feathered was lost in the thralls of her own devious urges. Feverent moans of displeasure escaped from within her upon seeing the man slowly retract his tickly instruments. Beside her, the other girl simply let her head hang limply while the man quickly worked her feet over in a last ditch attempt to drain what little laughter lingered inside of her.
Chase casually stole another glance down to his watch, revealing it was half after ten. With a loud, shrill whistle, he signaled for the doormen, Nero and Giren to release the poor girls from their makeshift bindings. Once freed, they both took a few minutes before standing, albeit on shaky legs, as the crowd gave them a hearty round of applause. They were handed towels, which they hurridly wrapped around themselves before they were led offstage. It could have been a trick of the eye, but Chase thought he saw Greenie making a running dash for the showers. He couldn't help but laugh a little, and decided to send a few waitresses out with a free round for everyone, compliments of the house. The padded chairs were quickly wiped down and prepped for the next girls to take their place.
During all the commotion between shows, he almost missed the offhanded comment from Lidia.
“… So... how long did they last?”
Chase raised an eyebrow towards her, noticing her empty mug. Pulling the handle down on the tap, he watched the liquid slowly trickle inside. 'Ha, didn't think I'd hear that from you of all people. Want to see if they toppled your record?'
“… No, Chase. I'm just curious, that's all. Can't a girl ask a question? Sheesh...” Lidia's gaze was still transfixed on the pub-crawlers making passes at the waitresses.
“Uh... fourty-five minutes, more or less.” he replied. He let out a little scoff before adding, “The next two probably won't last that long though.”
The young woman looked up at him while taking a drink, but before she could ask, another shrill whistle passed through his fingers. The men on stage nodded and lumbered off into the back. When they returned, the crowd began to cheer at what they brought with them. A small, worn chest, black in color with gold trim on the top and sides. Lidia recognized the thing almost immediately, causing her toes to scrunch up within her boots. It had been a long time since she'd seen that small container, but the reaction was still the same now as it had been years ago. She could almost recall hearing Chase's words as she had taken the stage, that long time ago, and it sent a shiver up her spine.
Ladies and Gentlemen; we have a real treat for you all tonight! Let's give it up for our daring volunteer... the Insatiable Lidia!
The crowd roared to life, as the young woman bowed before them. She tugged and pulled slowly at the edges of her ornate towel. Ever-so-slowly, she let it slip down past her breasts and along her stomach until finally letting it fall to the ground. The girl stepped gingerly over the heap and leaned down towards the crowd, wagging a finger at them before covering her breasts with her arm. Lidia backed into the padded seat, crossing her arms while two men tied her ankles to the small footstool in front of her.
When it was time to tie her arms up and behind her, she shook her head and gently bit her lip, goading them into trying to make her give up her arms. It must have worked, because before long, she felt the familiar tingling sensations at her ankles...
Verbal teasing from the two didn't help her either, as they slowly crawled around towards the tops of her feet, and when they reached the backside of her toes, she called them off and pulled her arms up and over her head. The crowd was already coming to life with whistles and howls that threatened to blow the window panes out. They left her tied up, before going to retrieve that little black chest, and when they'd returned, her toes instinctively curled and her legs twitched at the very sight of it. Perhaps it was because of what was sure to come...
“Hey, are you alright Liddy?”
She gave a meek nod, feeling a gentle tingle beginning to form between her legs. Two more girls walked out onto the stage, standing before their respective seats. “Please welcome our brave challengers–“ Nero chimed up, holding out an arm to the girls on either side of him. “Angelina–“ he started, gesturing to a short haired red-head. “–And to my right, the lovely Sylvia”, the taller of the two, a medium lengthed silver-haired girl. They both gave a little wave to the crowd before removing their towels. The men whistled and cheered while they sat down, letting themselves get tied without a struggle. Even though the girls smiled and laughed in spite of the situation, Lidia could see tell-tale signs of doubt beginning to creep onto their young faces. After the doormen tied the girls in the same fashion as the previous two, they took their places at the far sides of the stage. The lights went dim, and a collective gasp filled the room. Lidia knew what was coming, as did the girls upon the stage no doubt.
The lights slowly flickered back on, illuminating the bar in a low but warm glow. Two women appeared and stood upon the stage; a blonde and a brunette, each wearing their hair short. They looked a few years older than Lidia herself, and both were dressed scantily; short, tight black corsets with matching fishnets. Both women were barefooted, and both unintentionally further enticed the crowd of already horny men and women even more than they already were by .
When the two tied girls weren't gazing upon the women, they were fixated on the black chest. The same black chest that, if she remembered correctly, housed but a few rather... peticular tools. Feathers, brushes, rope, oils, you name it. Although you'd hardly think they were “diabolical” under normal circumstances, but then again, the entire situation was hardly normal either.
Giren turned towards the crowd, offering a bow and asking for another round of applause from the drunkards; to which they quickly obliged. Lidia continued to sip on her alcohol, though she found herself slowly clapping along with all the others, for whatever reason. All the shouts and clammoring from the crowd couldn't distract her from the two woman who looked out upon their subjects. They bowed and teased the crowd, blowing kisses and throwing looks towards particular people. She was pretty far in the back, barely able to be seen in such scant light, but they both stopped scanning when they saw her. The two whispered a few words to each other, lost to all the noise, but Lidia had a good idea of what they were saying from the way the blonde pointed towards her. Lidia's thoughts were confirmed when they both gave her a devlish little wink and blew her a kiss.
Oh no... not now. That all-too-familiar blush came back to her. She was never good at being teased, no matter who did it. She was rather thankful that she was in the darkened part of the spacious room, as there wasn't a lot of attention being thrown her way. Lidia took a long drink from her mug before tearing her gaze away from the girls.
Sitting in the chair, Lidia flexed and wiggled her toes, not to mention shook her ample bosom at the crowd. Anything to get them riled up for what was coming. The lights dimmed, enticing the onlookers to whistling and whooping. When the lights returned, two women were at her side, both dressed in tight fitting dresses with sheer pantyhose stockings. They were the very same blonde and brunette on the stage now.
Kneeling at her side, they began to run their nails up her sides, smiling while she giggled and writhed around. “Awe... wittle Liddy, you've been such a naughty wittle girl, haven't you?” the brunette teased. Lidia giggled and shook her head to try and dissuade them, but to no avail. “Come on now, you don't have to be bashful. Surely you've been bad, even just a wittle, right?”
The young woman could feel the familiar tingling in her cheeks.“Heehee... maybehehe just a little.... Hehehe.. Am I goihiheheing to get punished?”
“Oh... Of course. You know that bad girls have to be punished, don't you?” The brunette whispered sensually into her ear, all the while whisking her fingers around the smooth hollows of her underarms.
“Another sinful girl to lend a helping hand to... our job sure isn't easy, is it Abby?” the blonde commented while pinching the tender flesh around her belly-button. “You know, I'd have to agree, Reena.” Abby laughed. The two slowy got up, leaving Lidia to catch her breath and look out over the crowd.
“Who wants to see us punish this naughty little girl tonight?!” the two cried out, smiling as the patrons went wild. They wasted no time in digging through that black and gold chest, pulling out all sorts of ticklish toys to test out on her awaiting body....
Lidia's suddenly felt terribly thirsty, so down the hatch went the rest of her drink. She could feel herself getting a bit flustered, and the tingling between her legs was starting to grow. Why was it so hot and stuffy in here?
With a loud creak, Nero opened the chest, while Giren took the liberty of blindfolding both girls. “Hey, take it easy now, you're downing this stuff like it was water.” His comment apparently fell onto deaf ears, from the way she thrusted the glass towards him. Chase knocked the froth off from above the glass after another fill up. “Eh... uh... Whatever.” she finally remarked, taking another satisfying drink. Lidia could feel her cheeks burning at the thought of all those memories invading her mind.
“So, gracious patrons, do you think we should use some of this?!” Reena shouted, holding out a large bottle of clear liquid as she sat on the edge of the stage. Knowing those two, it was probably some sort of oil no doubt. Lidia watched her legs dangle back and forth, just out of reach of the restless crowd. There were more than a few attempts to yank off the fishnets that so delicately protected her own bare feet, but sadly, the men were just too far away. She could just imagine what would happen if the crowd somehow got a hold of the blonde. Something like that just might make Reena regret her choices in clothing, if not anything else. The blonde looked down at a few of the men who made grabs for her legs; she slowly raised her feet and wiggled her toes at the men while they redoubled their efforts to get those fishnet off.
“You know... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted to get in on the action up there.”
Jarred from her daydreaming, she turned around to meet his gaze. “… What? Er, no... no, I don't! Don't be rediculous! What gave you that idea?” Oblivous to the hungry crowd behind them, the two traded more banter. “Well, for starters, you haven't stopped staring at the stage since those girls came on. Secondly, you've been burning through these drinks left and right.”
Reena slowly poured out a quarter of the bottle over Angelina's trapped feet before passing it off to Abby. Leaning down to meet the Sylvia's gaze, Abby dangled the bottle of oil in front of her eyes before slowly turning it upside down to let its contents slowly trickle out. “N-No, please! Not that, please!” the girl cried, watching more and more cover her ample chest before trailing down onto her stomach. As the liquid gel trickled lower and lower, they both let out meek giggles, gently twitching back and forth in their respective chairs. The women opened the chest and each grabbed a small, circular brush; not too much different than one used to put on makeup. Reena took her seat once more at the red-head's feet, while Abby leaned provocatively over the silver-haired girl. It didn't take long for them to start teasing the poor girls, nor did it take long for the laughter to commence.
“Ooooh... look at these cute little feet... Don't you like it when I pamper you like this, Angelina?” the blonde commented, watching the oil flow down the girl's arches before slowly sliding over the tips of her heels. The red-head was biting her lower lip and flexing her toes back and forth, merely waiting for the innevitable to happen. Every scrunch, every wiggle, she could feel the sticky liquid gushing out from in between her toes. If she wasn't careful, she'd end up tickling herself silly before Reena had her chance to. The crowd seemed to collectively hold their breath, anticipating when the brush would touch those wildy ticklish feet. Soon enough, it happened, Reena touched the tip of the bristles to the heel of her left foot, rocking it back and forth while the girl snickered.
Before long, she started to make little passes across one foot, and then the other. With each pass, she redirected the oozing liquid and zig-zagged her way up the young woman's arches. Reaching the top of her arch, she would make a few swirls before slowly descending once more. The red-head could do nothing but flex and curl her toes while she visibly struggled to keep her laughter walled inside of her. From where she sat, she could see the blonde gently biting on her lower lip, emphatically waiting for the laughter to work itself out of her.
Reena eventually had enough of this slow process, and decided on a much more interesting method. She closed her eyes and made wide, sweeping motions with the brush in every direction across the red-head's feet. One would be across the bottoms of her toes on one foot, and then a haphazard sweep straight down to her heel on the other. The sensations were bad enough on their own, but the sheer randomness coupled with all the oil coating her feet didn't help things in the least. Angie could feel the laughter rising up from her stomach, slamming into her clenched teeth. Little by little, her mouth twisted, and her eyes clenched even harder. Giggles and snorts soon turned into chuckles, and before long, she could feel herself about to scream and yell with laughter.
“Oh, Angie... what's the matter? Don't you like feeling the brush against your feet?” Reena teased, watching the beads of oil trickle around the bristles of the brush. Her strokes were light, and barely touching the girl's feet, but she could only think of how much it must have been tickling her. Small snorts and giggles were breaking out from the corners of her mouth, but that soon changed once she felt the brush beginning to stroke across the center of her soles. She couldn't take it anymore! The red headed girl threw her head back and screamed with laughter, expelling it just was quickly as Abigail could coax her into creating it.
Off to her right, while all this was taking place, her silver-haired girl-friend wasn't fairing much better.
Abby decided that the best course of action was to sit behind Sylvia, so that she did. Bringing her arms around the girl's sides, she wriggled her fingers in the air for the girl to see. The effect was instantaneous; the young woman immediately started to giggle and shake, even though the real theat was still yet to come. “Already a giggling mess are you? Poor thing..” the woman cooed into her ear, hearing the girl let out tiny yelps when her nimble fingers touched the oiled flesh.
The cheeky brunette had decided to forgo all of the tricks and teasing her partner used in favor of a more... direct approach. Instead of sensations along her feet, there were ticklish sensations along her ribcage and abdomen. The young woman howled as the fingers danced intricately around her ribcage, poking, pinching and proding all the while. “My, seems that someone isn't going to last very long.” she noted, moving around to just below her jiggling breasts. “Aaa....AAHAAAHA!!” More laughter mixed with fervid screams; Sylvia leaned forward and jostled around within the chair as Abigail found a sweet spot just below the outer edges of her breasts. “Gahahaad! NAAHAHAHAT THERHEHEEER!!”
And so it was. Minutes passing into longer stretches of time, and the more she watched, the more Lidia was reminded of old times. She could feel her sex throbbing, sending strands of pleasure etching through her legs down to her toes. Lidia was restless, dangling a leg off the chair in an attempt to quell the feelings rising within her.
Chase watched what was happening on stage with passing interest. He was more focused on the girl in front of him, who was tugging at the collar around her neck. “Is it... uh.. hot in here to you?” Lidia asked, running her fingers around the thick material. “It seems fine in here to me, Liddy.” the man quipped. His fingers drummed softly against the oak countertop while he watched the spectacle on the stage. The young woman grabbed the mug and downed it's cold contents until only a pitiful froth was left. Ugh... wow! This is crazy... it's so hot...
Grabbing hold of her small cloak, she quickly tugged it off. With a cast of her arm, it flew off towards a nearby empty chair. Luckily for her, almost all of the men in the bar were too busy watching the spectacle at the front to pay her much mind.
Though she thought it would help cool her off, she discovered that the act did nothing except draw the attention of Abigail and Reena.
The two women had decided to switch partners, finding new ways to draw laughter from out of the helpless girls. Stradling Sylvia's legs, Reena provocatively bent down until she was eye-level with the girl's bound feet. She kept her eyes fixated in Lidia's direction, licking her lips seductively as she blew onto the girl's twitching toes. Red-faced and embarrassed as she was, Lidia couldn't help but picture herself in that situation; her own toes curling in an futile attempt to flee that snake-like tongue. She watched Reena slowly begin to drag her tongue across the tips of Sylvia's toes, heard the oohs and aahs from the girl, along with stiffled laughter.
Ooohh... not the toes...
The young woman was absolutely salivating at this point. The night's festivities finally catching up to her, spurring her on into a new level of arousal. She reluctantly tore her gaze away just as Sylvia started moaning, obviously enjoying what Reena was doing with her. Clearing her throat, she looked over at Chase, who was busy wiping down glasses, hers included.
Should I as... No. No, I won't. I don't... I don't need this. I-
The sounds of laughter-infused moans shook her from her thoughts. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, but sadly it didn't seem possible at this point. As much as she didn't want to admit, she wanted oh-so-badly to be the one up there right now. To be tickled, teased, and titulated across her body. There was a reason Chase called her “insatiable”, it was because of her un-breakable will when she was on the stage, always asking for more.
“Uhm... Uh...” she squeaked, looking towards her friend. He seemed not to hear her, so she gently tapped on the counter. He came over and gave her a funny look. “Woah, are you alright?” he whispered, “You're looking pretty red there, Liddy.”
“I know Chase. I... I want to... I wanted to ask you something.” she mumbled, rubbing at her arm.
Chase slung the small rag across his shoulder while he bade her go on. When she had finished asking her question, he flashed her a sly grin and gestured her to follow him. It looked like he'd be getting his wish tonight after all...
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