The club was jumping that night; everywhere Tony looked their were beautiful young people bumping and grinding to the latest alternative rock tune. As he moved through the crowd, it parted, as though the dancers instinctively knew that this 6'2, 210 lb man was not to be crossed.

A flash of silver caught his eye, and he glanced toward a lovely, peite girl in a black, midriff baring velvet top and mini skirt. The silver was her belly chain, glittering against her soft, rosy middle. Tony felt the familiar tingle in his fingers, his desire to tickle and stroke that smooth skin immeadiate and intense. When she turned toward him she was smiling widely as she gyrated on the dance floor, both arms raised overhead as she clapped to the beat. A true lover of tickling, Tony gazed with longing at the bared underarms, hairless and dewy with moisture from her exertions. It was his Lucy. Returning to reality, Tony ran his large hand through his thick black hair. Lucy had told him that this was where she would be, and that she would be home by 1 am, or call and let him know she was alright. That was two hours ago, and she hadn't shown or called. Lucy Davis was the only child of Tony's business partner and friend, and Tony was in charge of her while her father was out of the country, expanding their company. At 19, "Little Miss Lucy' was a lovely and sweet but spoiled and rebellious young lady; she did as she pleased with no thought to the consequences. Small wonder, for with her adoring father there usually were none.

Tony was no where near as 'easy' as Lucy's father. Only 28 himself, he was a self made millionaire at an early age, and believed in hard work and self-discipline. Lucy's penchant for unruly behavior and defiance of any perceived authority amused and intrigued him when she wasn't his responsbility, but now that she was living with him between semesters at college....

Coming up behind her, he tapped her shoulder. Lucy quickly turned, her smile fading as she stared into the familiar wall of muscles that passed as Tony's chest. Her dance partner vanished, sensing that he might be less than welcome at this moment. Lucy brushed a stray chocolate brown curl off her forehead and looked up at him, surprised hazel eyes meeting angry blue ones, unsure of how to proceed. Lucy had known Tony for three years, since her father's company had merged with his. They ran Davis-Irons together, and she saw Tony fairly frequently at her home. She had fallen for him from the start, and deep inside her 16 year old heart she had known that he could probably get her to behave 'properly', as he always put it. Still, she felt almost obligated to try and wrap him around her finger whenever they were together, and it worked, usually. Lucy would tease him about one thing or another, or bat her lashes and beg in her best little-girl voice until she got a ride in his car or whatever she wanted. She noticed he always looked at her tummy and her underarms whenever she picked at him that way, but she had no idea why, and paid it no mind...

  With a tense smile Tony grabbed her tiny wrist, and began leading her toward the doors. Lucy pulled back a bit, instantly resenting his forcefulness. At this, Tony hauled her in front of him, a hard smack to her bottom propelling her forward. Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it, telling herself that the way the music was pumping, he wouldn't have heard her anyway.

Lucy was quiet as he led her to his car, but once there the protests began. Lucy spun on him and took a defiant stance, hands on hips and eyes blazing.

"Tony Irons, don't you EVER do that again, who the HELL do you think you are, I'm 19 years old and just because you're my so-called guardian you don't have any right to-"

That was as far as she got. Tony quickly closed the space between them, and with one hand under each arm lifted all five feet of her to his eye level. She was stunned to silence, and stared at him as he spoke very calmy and with precision.

'Lucy, it's 3 am. You were supposed to be home two hours ago. I've been worried sick about you, you never called. We are going home right now. Got me?' His cobalt eyes bored into hers, dangerously narrowed. Lucy blinked and nodded her aquiescence. Soothed by her submission, his gaze softened, and he planted a quick kiss on her dark ruby lips before lowering her back to earth.

They stood there, momentarily enraptured by that sweet kiss; for Lucy was as in love with Tony as he with her, though neither of them dared to admit it. Wanting to break the tension, Lucy stuck her tongue and him and laughed softly, eyes flashing with mischief. Tony blinked at her sudden change in attitude, and realized his fingers were still buried in Lucy's underarms. He gave her a brief tickle with both hands, only intending to make her smile before they drove home. But Lucy surprised and enflamed him with her reaction, exploding in a flurry of panicked giggles and twisting almost violently from his fingers. She backed into the hood of his car, her hands in front of her in self-defense as she continued to giggle.

Tony gazed at her wide eyed, truly amazed by her intense reaction to such a quick and gentle tickling. He had dreamed of her in his tickling fantasies, but had never known whether she was ticklish in truth. Then he smiled, as he realized that there was no one in the parking lot but the two of them, and she had been rather bratty indeed... In a flash he was on her, seating her on the hood of the little red porsche and grabbing both her wrists in one huge hand. Tony kissed her just as she was about to revolt, and as he kissed her, began tickling her with his free hand-her exposed tummy, her ribs, and especially deep into her underarms. Lucy squealed and bounced under him, his heavy legs neatly trapping hers. Her giggles were lost into the kiss, as he worked her mercilessly from underarm to agonizingly sensitive hipbone. Sweat began to pour from her twitching body as he somehow used her belly chain to graze her tummy and sides, and she finally broke the kiss to beg mercy, tears of laughter clouding her pretty eyes.

"P-p-please Tony, I REALLY c-can't t-take anyMORE!!!" She squealed as he goosed her waist. Tony winked at her and redoubled his efforts, digging into her ribs and squeezing her knees until she screamed with laughter. He looked at her, so sweet and naughty in the moonlight, the gentle wind blowing her long curls all around them. She was his, whether she knew it or not. He quickly turned so that his back was to her, and leaned back on one of her legs. The other he lifted over his shoulder, forcing her to lie back on the hood. Clampng one arm on her calf, Tony slowly removed her tiny size 6 high heeled black sandal, and tossed it aside with flair.

Realizing his intention, Lucy began her pleading anew, suspecting that the tickling would be horrible after hours of walking and dancing. And she was right, as Tony proved by fiercely raking his fingers up and down her plump sole. Lucy shrieked and beat the hood with her fists, unable to stop him or even to sit upright. Tears filled her ears as she threw her head from side to side, her pleas soon lost to her laughter.

Finally, he paused, rubbing her sole with the heel of his hand. Lucy breathed in much needed air, clenching and unclenching her delicate toes, her giggles slowly subsiding. He released her and turned to face her again, the two of them on fire with excitement and tickle-lust. 'Will you remember to CALL me when you're not going to be home on time?' He asked her in a menacingly husky voice, one hand resting on her waist, his thumb tormenting her round little bellybutton. She nodded vigorously, squirming and unable to keep from giggling at his touch. It had been years since she had been so thoroughly tickled, and there was something...erotic happening to her. His tickling her made her feel so...so little, like she was in his power or something, and she liked it. She wanted him to make love to her, and she wanted him to tickle her-or maybe she didn't, it was such torture...she felt very confused. Sensing her state, he kissed her and gave one last tweak before lifting her down from the hood.

Driving home, she fell asleep, her curly head resting on his shoulder. He glanced down at her, smiling to himself. He thought himself a fool, falling for a hoyden nearly ten years his junior, his partner's child at that! And yet...he ran his index finger down her arm, reveling in the tiny jump, and the way her full lips curled into a brief but lovely smile. There was so much to teach her, so much to share....

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