Oh, no. She pulled her other hand all the way back.

She wasn't just pulling it back... she was winding up. Like a big-league baseball pitcher. She was putting her entire body into this one, twisting her little hips and everything. She was going to end him.

She released it. The hand-missile was launched!

It was aimed straight at Alex's other cheek. The one that wasn't already bright, shiny red and stinging like a bitch. She was trying to make them a matching set!

But... of course... obviously... Alex was not the same dumb idiot he was thirty seconds ago.

Unlike last time, he was absolutely ready now. 'Oh no you don't, you crazy, hot-as-hell little woman!' his brain screamed. He wasn't going to just let this woman dominate him! No. Freaking. Way.

If anything, he was going to be the one to dominate her. That was the rule. That was the way. The man is in charge! The man dominates!

So, in the split-second before her psycho-slap could connect with his beautiful, soon-to-be-rich face, he moved.

WHOOSH!

He ducked. He bent his knees like a pro athlete and ducked right under her arm. Her hand flew right over his head, smacking nothing but empty, useless air.

He didn't just dodge, either. He was a genius. He used the motion, spinning around and stepping right behind her.

He was on her back now. So close he could smell her hair. She was still facing the wrong way, totally confused about where her target went. She was wide open. He had her.

He raised both his hands. He wiggled his fingers like they were ten evil, spidery legs. He aimed right for her secret, hidden, ultimate weak spots... her armpits!

And then... he attacked!

He began to tickle her. Mercilessly. He jammed his fingers right into her armpits and started scribbling like a total madman!

"Wait!" she shrieked.

Her voice went from "I'm going to kill you" to "Oh my god, help me!" in zero-point-five seconds.

Her scream was way too late. She instantly realized the horrible, horrible danger she was in. This was so much worse than a slap!

In the very next second, her whole body just... collapsed. She was writhing in his arms. She was squirming and twisting and trying to get out of his grasp, but he had her locked in tight from behind. Her tough, serious, scary face was gone. It was replaced by a red, teary-eyed, gasping, laughing mess.

"Wait! Stop! Ha ha ha! Wait a minute!!! I can't!! Ha ha ha! Alex, s-stop! I'll pee! Ha ha ha!"

Obviously, he didn't release her. Was she nuts? He was winning! This was awesome!

And... not just that.

Oh, no. Alex was a master multi-tasker. As his fingers were doing their evil, magic tickle-work, he also took the... opportunity.

I mean, she was twisting her whole body right into his. She was rubbing her amazing, tight, leggings-covered butt all over his front as she struggled. Her arms were flailing everywhere. It was basically an invitation.

So, he let his hands "slip." Whoops! Such an accident!

His hands "accidentally" slid down from her armpits... just for a second. Down her sides... and right onto... them.

Oh. My. God.

He got a feel. A full-on feel. 'Medium is premium!' his brain cheered wildly. They weren't giant, but they were perfect. So perfect. They were firm, and round, and just the exact right handful.

He "accidentally" cupped them. Once... then twice... giving them a little squeeze. A little "how-ya-doin'."

He made sure it looked like a total accident, you know? Just part of the "struggle." He didn't give her any time to even understand what was happening. She couldn't possibly know he was copping a sneaky feel.

Why? Because he was still tickling her! He never stopped!

She was too busy laughing, and screaming, and trying to breathe. She had no idea his hands had just gone on a little vacation.

What a perfect plan. He was a genius.

"Do you YIELD?!" Alex demanded, his voice low and totally in control, his fingers still poised for another deadly tickle attack. "Say it! Do you give up?!"

"YES! I yield! Ha ha ha! Okay! OKAY! Yes! YES! I give up, you asshole! Ha ha ha!" She was just a gasping, laughing, squirming mess. She was totally defeated.

Only after he heard those magic words, those beautiful, beautiful words of total surrender, did he finally... finally... let her go. He unwrapped his arms, graciously releasing his prisoner.

She stumbled away a little bit, heaving. Just sucking in giant, deep breaths. Her face was all red from laughing, and her chest... wow... her chest was going up and down, up and down, as she tried to catch her breath.

Then, she spun back around to face him. Her eyes were glaring. Oh man, if looks could kill, he'd be a pile of ash. She looked so mad.

But... all it took to calm her right back down... was Alex just raising his hands up again. He wiggled his fingers, his evil "tickle-claws," like he was threatening to attack again. "Want more?" he grinned.

She flintched. Hard.

"You... you stupid FUCKER!" she yelled, but she made sure to stay a safe distance away, just out of his reach. "That was... that was for my birthday! It was my birthday invitation! And you... you didn't even reply to me! You didn't reply yet! Hmpff!"

And then she did the cutest fucking thing in the entire world.

She puffed out her cheeks like an angry, adorable little chipmunk.

And then, she crossed her arms. She folded them super, super tight right underneath her boobs.

And... oh my god.

This simple little action... it pushed her breasts upward. Those perfect, perfect "medium-is-premium" boobs, the ones he had just "accidentally" squeezed... they just went... FOOMP.

Right up.

They got all squished together, creating this amazing cleavage, this perfect, shadowed little valley that was pointing right at him. It was like a present.

And then, after doing all that, she turned her head and looked away, sticking her cute little nose up in the air like she was the Queen of Everything and he was just some dumb peasant.

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