The roller coaster car offered four rows of two fluffy seats each. Grumbling Jenna sees Brenna take the seat next to her. She did not like Brenna very much due to her bragging and her usual claimings to be best of them or being treated unfairly. Jenna sighed and got strapped in. She had tied her baggy t-shirt and now struggled to prevent the bulky end of the t-shirt from blocking the security systems of the car. The girl was surprised that not only shoulder pads and a strap over her hips kept her firmly pressed into the seat. Also two firm locks were fixed over her thighs just above her knees, which were much bulkier than Jenna thought would be required. In the last row two girls were sitting which none of them knew.
Finally the roller coaster car started to move, albeit slowly. After a few feet suddenly the girls felt a rush of air on their bare feet when the part of the floor of the car where they rested their feet slipped to the sides. First the girls only shrieked and giggled when their feet were dangling in the air. But a gasp of shock followed by silly laughter from the first row made the girls behind go silent. Row by row the girls now felt that their soles and insteps were now dragged over an endless row of soft bristles, forcing gales of laughter from the girls when the car continued to move slowly up the steep hill. At the apex the car stopped. The girls looked towards the almost vertical descent and gasped in excitement. It came to Jenna's mind how horribly it would tickle if the car was rushing down the hill over the bristles. She groaned and wrestled in her seat to move her feet away from the bristles, but no avail.
A clock counted down from 10, increasing the tension. But when it reached five everything changed. Each girl felt something poking her ribs, making them frantically reach down with their hands to remove the little mechanical finger tips that came out from the sides of their seats. But the girls were too tightly strapped to their seats. With screams of laughter and shouts for help the clock ticked down to zero. A collective scream of fear and tickle torture erupted from eight mouths. The merciless scratching of the bristles over the poor feet increased to a fully blown attack when the car picked up speed and rushed down the steep rail. Jenna's t-shirt offered little protection of her ribs. While the fingers there did not hurt her they seemed to know well how to extract most of the tickle shocks.
When the first bends were passed an the car slowed to down to climb up the second and smaller hill the fingers retracted. A collective breathe was audible. Jenna turned to Brenna to say "this was horrible but fun" she was surprised to see teardrops in Brenna's eyes. Her neighbor only nodded. When the car reached the apex of the smaller hill the girls were shocked to see another clock tick down from 10. When it reached five...
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