If you're an introvert like me, you've probably heard the old expression that the only way an introvert makes friends is that an extrovert liked them and adopted them. Well, my extroverted friend is Jessica or "Jess" as I like to call her. She is a beautiful woman, has a bubbly personality, and has red hair just like her mother. Jess was the popular cheerleader in high school, with long legs that were the envy of the entire cheerleading squad, while I was the short, skinny, awkward misfit. I basically kept to myself until I met Jess and she started dragging me to parties. Jess now attends college in another state, but stays with her mother and step-father when she's home. I attend college locally and live in an apartment by myself.

    Jess had been invited to a party/fundraiser and wanted me to come with her. She even picked out my outfit for me. Personally, I would have perferred staying home, but this would be her last chance to go to a party before going back to college, so I reluctantly agreed to go with her.

    "Come on, Carlie, you look great!" Jess said.

    She had picked out a tight fitting red cropped tank top and denim shorts that were so short that I'm not even sure Daisy Duke would wear them. She wore an outfit similar to mine except her top was white.

    "I don't know, don't you think this outfit shows off a little too much skin?" I replied.

    "Nonsense. You've gotta show off that body of yours sometime." Jess replied.

    "I don't know about this." I replied.

    "You look great. Come on, let's be going so we don't be late." She replied.

    As we were about to walk out the door, Jess' mom stopped us and said, "Well, don't you look adorable, Carlie."

    "Thank you." I replied.

    I've always liked Teresa. She has always been so kind to me and treats me like a daughter. She is a very beautiful woman and has red hair like Jess. She looks to be about 10 years younger than she really is, and most people don't believe her when she says she has a daughter in college. Her husband is constantly away on buisness trips.

    "You two have fun and be safe." Teresa said.

    "We will." Jess replied.

    We drove over there in Jess' car, and when we arrived at the party, we were required to show ID to prove that we were at least 18 years of age. With us both being 19, we didn't have any problems getting in.

    I noticed a number of men and even a few of the women were staring at me and checking me out in this outfit.

    After a little while, my social battery had run out. Parties drain me, and I really wanted to leave, but I knew that I needed to try my best to stay for Jess because this would be the last time I would be seeing her for a few months and she looked so happy.

    The host of the party stood up and said, "Can I have your attention, everyone? We have now reached the fundraising portion of this evening's festivities. You know how this works, we will now pick a couple of people to lock in the stocks for the next hour. Whoever the spotlight shines on, that's who will be locked in the stocks."

    There were two sets of wooden stocks behind him for people's feet to be locked in. The spotlight went around the room a few times and stopped on me.

    My eyes widened, my mouth dropped open and I'm sure my face was as red as my shirt. Unlike Jess, I do not like being the center of attention. I said, "No, no, no. Take somebody else, please."

    I turned to try to run away, but Jess grabbed my arm and said, "Come on, Carlie, quit being such a chicken."

    "Would you like to join her in the stocks?" The host asked Jess.

    "That's what she gets for trying to pressure me into going up there." I thought to myself, but she just grabbed my hand and dragged me up there.

    I was led to the stocks on the right, and Jess to the ones on the left. We sat down in our respective chairs, and our wrists were restrained using leather restraints that were attached to the armrests. We placed our ankles in the stocks, and they were closed and locked. Our sandals were removed and a string was wrapped around our big toes and tied to the stocks so that our feet couldn't move. Our names were written down on a piece of paper and taped to our resepective stocks.

    "Okay, so here's how this is gonna work; for $100 you can tickle one girl of your choice for one minute, or for $150 you can tickle both girls for one minute each. You can tickle their feet, bellies, side, and armpits, but don't be touching where you shouldn't be touching. We will be watching. There will be a box next to each stock containing feathers, toothbrushes and other things that you can use to tickle them, or you can just use your fingers." The host said.

    The first man paid his money and walked over to me and started tickling my super ticklish feet with his fingers. I leaned my head down and laughed uncontrolably. He tickled every inch of my small, soft, smooth, sensative soles.

    After a minute, his time was up and he walked away. Next, a woman walked up, grabbed a toothbrush out of the box, and started tickling my feet. She tickled my soles and between my toes for about 30 seconds. She put the toothbrush down and tickled my bare stomach and sides. After her minute was up, she walked over to Jess and did the same to her.

    For the next hour we were tickled mainly on our feet, but also some on our bellies, armpits, and sides. Most people paid to tickle both of us, but I think I got tickled a little bit more than Jess did.

    After everyone who had paid got their chance tickle us, the host said, "Okay, I think our girls have had enough. Let's give it up for Carlie and Jessica!"

    The party goers applauded.

    I was breathing heavily, I was sweaty, tears were running down my face, my hair was in my face, and I could barely talk from laughing so hard. Jess and I were both smiling.

    We were both let out of the stocks and we put on our sandals and rejoined the other party goers.

    "I would like to thank all of you for helping us to raise over $11,000 [applause], and thanks again to Carlie and Jess for being good sports. This wouldn't have been possible without your help [more applause]. Good night, everyone and drive safe." The host said.

    As we leaving several people came up to me and told me how cute my feet were, and a few women came up to me to give me foot care tips, and one person even offered me a job in foot fetish videos.

   As we were driving back to Jess' house, she asked, "You liked being tickled like that, didn't you?"

    "Was it that obvious?" I asked.

    Jess nodded her head and said, "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

    We pulled into her driveway, said goodnight to each other, and Jess walked inside the house. I had just opened my car door when Teresa walked out.

    "Oh, Carlie..." She said.

    "Yes, is something the matter?" I asked.

    "Nothing is wrong. It's just that, with Jessica going back to college soon, and my husband being away for long periods of time, I get lonely sometimes, and I was wondering if maybe you would like to come over every once in awhile and hangout?" Teresa asked.

    "I would like that." I replied.

    "Great! Are you alright? You sound a little hoarse and so did Jessica." She replied.

   "I've never been better." I replied.

    "Okay, I just wanted to make sure. You know how us mothers are. Good night, Carlie." She replied.

    "Good night." I replied.

The end.