I decided to go to the residents party at the last minute. Mainly I was hoping to see my downstairs neighbor, Sandra, who I had a secret crush on, but hadn't worked up the courage to ask out yet. This was the second time I had been late, but I was waiting for a check from a magazine publisher for a story I'd written and it would be enough to cover this month's rent, plus late fees and also next month's rent as well.
The pool and party room, with pool table, dart board and Xbox games. Attached to the office, were both in use for the party. Only a few guests were still there by the time I arrived, but sadly not Sandra, and soon I was the only one left.
Joanna, the office manager, asked me to help clean up. She was okay looking with long, black hair, an athletic body, and slightly big boobs. Amber and Helen, the other office workers, were there too. Amber was beautiful with a perfect body and long, brown hair. Way out of my league. In contrast, Helen had short, blonde hair, average size boobs and a big butt. She could be kind of a bitch at times.
Soon, with all of us working, we had the place clean and spotless.
"Before you go, John, could you do me a favor?" Joanna asked.
"Sure," I replied. I didn't really want to, I had more stories to write and was dressed only in my swim trunks, but I still owed this month's rent and they hadn't said anything, so I decided not to push my luck.
"Great! How tall are you?" Joanna asked.
"Six foot even," I replied.
"Awesome. I'm thinking of getting a pool table and want to make sure it fits in the basement. Plus I want to make sure it's strong enough to support the weight of a full grown adult, in case my drunk uncle decides to climb on it for some stupid reason," she said.
"So what do you want me to do exactly?" I asked.
"Uh, lay down on the pool table," Helen said, in a condescending way.
"Uh you don't have to be a bitch," I replied.
Amber, the stable one of the group, said, "Please, John, can you just hop up there and we can see if it'll work?"
I smiled at her, "Sure," I said and climbed on the table.
"Slide down so that your head is on the table and not the railing," Joanna directed.
I slid down.
"Perfect, now, put your legs against the sides and put your arms over your shoulders."
This is getting weird, I thought, but decided if she asked one more thing, I'd just leave.
"Now!" Joanna said, and before I knew it, Amber and Helen had each tied my legs to the table and Joanna had secured my hands.
"Nice work, ladies," Joanna said, after inspecting their knots.
"Uh, what's going on?" I asked.
"You see, John, we don't like it when our renters are late with the rent. And you've been late twice now. See, that causes unnecessary tension in the office. Tension leads to un-happy workers, which leads to turn over. I don't like turn over," Joanna lectured.
"As punishment, we're going to tickle you until we feel you've learned never to be late with the rent again," Helen said, mockingly.
"No, you can't, I'm very..." I started, but erupted in laughter as all three women started tickling me.
"NO AHHHH PLEASE STOPP AHHH HAHAHA!" I shouted.
Helen and Amber were tickling my feet, while Joanna was going to town under my arms.
Soon Amber had my feet to herself, while Helen moved up my legs and Joanna moved down to my stomach and sides.
Every now and then they'd stop and let me catch my breath, then start up again, laughing at my torture.
"It can't be that bad," Helen said, pointing to my noticeably erect cock.
