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 Diane (FF, bond)
 by Anonymous Author - 1991

 * 

 ""Ring rang!""

 She put down the bag of groceries and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
 she said.

 "Hi, Diane? Is Cindy there?"

 "Nope, sorry Eddie. She won't be back 'till tonight."

 "Okay. Tell her I'll meet her at ten o'clock on Friday at the marina.
 We're going on a cruise on my partner's yacht this weekend."

 "Yeah, I know," Diane said. "So long, Eddie. Have a nice time."

 "We will. So long!"

 Diane hung up the phone and said to herself, "That's what you think."

 Her other roommate had overheard and said, "What was that, Diane?"

 "Oh, nothing, Bobbi."

 Cindy and Diane were working out at the gym where Cindy worked. It was
 after closing, which was more convenient for both of them. They were the
 only two in the whole building. They finished their aerobics, and began
 to loosen up. It was Thursday night, and Diane still hadn't told Cindy
 about the phone call. If she could get Cindy to stand Eddie up, then
 maybe Diane would have a better crack at him...

 Diane and Cindy were dressed in leotards and leg warmers. Diane was on
 the gravity bar, held upside down by straps on her ankles. It improved
 the circulation to her head and loosened up her joints. Cindy was right
 beside her to help her out.

 "Oh, by the way, Diane," said Cindy.

 "Yes?"

 "Did Eddie happen to call yesterday?"

 "Uh, why do you ask?"

 "Well, we're going on that cruise this weekend, and he still hasn't
 called. I was just wondering if he had left a message when I should meet
 him."

 "Nope, he didn't call," Diane said a little nervously.

 Cindy walked around the gravity bar, looking down at Diane. "That's
 funny," she said. "Bobbi said that you talked to Eddie on the phone
 yesterday. You don't remember that?"

 "Uh, no. She must be wrong."

 "No, she was sure," said Cindy. "Are you sure he didn't call, and you're
 just trying to make me `miss the boat?'"

 "No! No! Why would I want to do that? Uh, could you let me down, now
 Cindy?"

 "Oh, don't give me that. You don't think I've noticed you staring at
 Eddie? I think he did call yesterday, and I think you're hiding it from
 me."

 "No! I wouldn't do that. Please let me down!"

 Cindy glanced at Diane's feet, held to the gravity bar with the leather
 straps. Idly, she dragged a fingernail across the bottom of Diane's left
 sole, making her titter softly.

 "What did Eddie tell you?" said Cindy.

 "No! Please, don't do that," said Diane. "Please let me down!"

 "Not until you tell me what Eddie said," said Cindy. She dragged another
 fingernail across Diane's right sole, making her laugh out loud.

 "No! Stop, please!"

 "I guess you want to do this the hard way, then," Cindy said. She lightly
 scribbled her index finger against Diane's big toe, which Diane wiggled
 away. It was no use. Cindy followed her toe with her fingernail, lightly
 brushing it, making Diane breath harder and harder, trying to keep in the
 laughter.

 "You gonna tell me?"

 Diane was silent, except for her heavy breathing and occasional sobbing
 laugh. Cindy then ran her fingers gently over Diane's reddened soles, and
 she began to laugh out loud. "hahahahahahaha! Nononono! Please stop!
 Stop! I can't stand it! hahahahaha"

 "Not until you tell me what he said," answered Cindy. Diane wriggled on
 the gravity bar, but it was useless. She was completely helpless under
 Cindy's tickling touch. Cindy moved her fingers in a quickly accelerating
 circle on Diane's right foot, causing her to laugh even harder. She was
 laughing so hard she shook.

 "Still not convinced?" said Cindy. She then reached over to the stool
 next to her and picked up the ballpoint pen that was lying there. She
 began to write on the sole of Diane's left foot. Each letter was
 increased ticklish torture for Diane. Cindy spoke each letter aloud as
 she wrote it. "W-h-a-t d-i-d h-e s-a-y ?" The question mark she wrote on
 Diane's right foot, from heel to toes, and it was too much for poor
 Diane.

 "Hahahahaha! Okay! Okay! I'll talk! I'll talk! He wants you to meet him
 tomorrow night at ten by the marina! That's all! That's all!"

 "Thank's a lot, Diane," Cindy said. Diane was still sobbing-laughing as
 Cindy let her down from the gravity bar.

 "C'mon," said Cindy. "You've had a rough night. Let's shower off. No hard
 feelings?"

 "Okay. I guess no hard feelings. I guess I was wrong to try to keep that
 from you. But let's go to the weight room for a while."

 "But it's already getting late."

 "C'mon. Just for a bit. Neither of us has to work tomorrow," Diane said.

 "Okay. Let's get our sneakers on, though."

 Cindy was doing leg lifts on the bench with Diane "spotting" her. Diane
 moved around behind her as she was just wrapping up her set. Before she
 knew it, Cindy's left wrist was taped to the leg of the bench! Before she
 could react, Diane had taped her other wrist to the bench as well.

 "What's going on, Diane!?" Cindy asked.

 "Well, maybe there were a few hard feelings after all," Diane said with a
 smile. She bent down and taped Cindy's knees to the bar that held the
 weight on the end of the table. Cindy couldn't move now.

 "No, Diane, come on! Please!" Cindy pleaded. Diane ignored her. She got a
 small stool and sat down by Cindy's feet. Cindy tried vainly to kick them
 away, but was unable to because of the tape holding her knees together.

 Slowly, agonizingly, Diane pulled at the laces on Cindy's right sneaker,
 loosening it. She then did the same to the other. Cindy was getting more
 and more nervous. Diane then pulled the sneakers off by the heels. Cindy
 wiggled her size five feet in vain. Then Diane rolled Cindy's sweat socks
 off slowly, one at a time, so that Cindy could have as much time to
 anticipate and dread what was coming up.

 Once Cindy's feet were bare, Diane wrapped her ankles to the weights with
 the athletic tape, securing her totally and making her utterly helpless.

 "What you did to me in there wasn't nice, Cindy," Diane said. Cindy only
 moaned.

 "In fact, I think you should know firsthand how I felt in there, so that
 you never try anything like that again."

 "No! Please! I promise! I'll never tickle you again! I promise!"

 "Uh-uh," said Diane. "We're going to do this my way."

 Diane started by brushing her fingers against the instep of Cindy's left
 foot. Cindy giggled. Smiling viciously, Diane did the same thing to
 Cindy's right foot, making Cindy chuckle loudly.

 Diane then brought her fingers softly against Cindy's toes, which she
 tickled and tickled without mercy for what seemed, to Cindy, like hours.
 Cindy was able to wiggle them however, and since this made it tough for
 Diane to tickle them properly, she taped Cindy's big toes together. This
 made it nearly impossible for Cindy to wiggle her toes to stop Diane's
 tickling touch.

 Then Diane let loose, wiggling her long nails against Cindy's helpless
 soles wildly. Cindy felt it everywhere from her heels to her toes, and
 was lost in helpless laughter. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and
 she begged Diane for mercy in between gasping for breath. Diane showed
 her no mercy, however, until she was laughing so hard that she was only
 shaking. Then Diane stopped.

 Cindy looked up at her, tears streaking her face, still shaking and
 gasping. "Now I think we're even, Cindy," Diane said.
