My roommate was desperate for $100, so I offered her the cash if she’d let my tickle those sexy pits of hers for 10 minutes.
“Only ten minutes? Why not? My armpits aren’t ticklish anyway!”
Two seconds of my sharp fingernails on that soft, yielding flesh showed the lie of those words. She wriggled and giggled as I worked her most vulnerable parts, learning their secrets as second after second drifted by, until finally the alarm clock beeps as it hits zero.
“Stop! Stop! Hahahaha! A hundred dollars for ten minutes was the deal!”
“Fair’s fair,” I reply, taking a further three hundred dollars out of my wallet and putting thirty minutes back on the clock. The look of horror on her face turns to ecstasy as I return to doing what I do best!