Chapter 1: Introduction
Abigail loved anticipation; the build-up, the promise of something to come. It was the same excitement she felt every time she opened a new book, never knowing what awaited her on the inside. The wait drove her crazy, though—she'd pore over the synopsis and reviews, almost devouring the words to hold her over. Not to mention pestering Tim—and anyone else around, for that matter—to tell her what they thought. Tim knew this about her. He, of all people, knew what she liked and disliked, what pleased her and made her crazy.
He met Abigail in their freshmen year, when she accidentally spilled coffee on his anthropology notes in the college library, and they quickly bonded over a shared taste for late-night pizza and long discussions about existentialism. Their friendship grew stronger every day, making them inseparable.
Part of Abigail's charm was her spontaneous nature. She did things on a whim, a lust for life Tim admired and sometimes struggled to keep up with. That was why, on her 21st birthday, Tim thought it was the perfect time to introduce her to James.
It wasn't James' first rodeo; tickling ladies tied to beds was how he made a living. He was hired by a secret network of friends and acquaintances of the client. James had a notorious reputation, and was said to be the best there was. Tall, muscular, with short blonde hair and striking blue eyes, James was impossible to miss at a party or gathering. And he loved his job.
Tickling, for him, was an art form. It was a dance, a give-and-take between the tickler and the ticklee.
Not everyone could do it, but James had been doing it for years, and he had perfected his technique. He understood there was a thin line between pleasure and discomfort. With each assignment, he knew better than to cross it. This time, the assignment was for Abigail.
Tim and James decided to turn Abigail's dorm room into their stage for the evening. They spent hours transforming the cluttered, chaotic dorm room into a sensual space, adorned with candles, silky sheets, and an assortment of tickling tools.
Tim and James shared a secret grin as they looked around the room, quietly admiring their handiwork.
"You have to admit, it looks like something out of a movie," Tim said, his voice barely above a whisper. James nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on his lips.
"She's going to love it," Tim added, describing the teasing smile on his face as he looked at Abigail's bed. "I think she's going to be way into this."
James raised an eyebrow, intrigued.