This is a story about a late-night interview show that happens to have tickling as one of its topics. The show is shot before a live studio audience and involves a moderator and 3 women talking about tickling. Finally, a tickling contest is staged. I hope you enjoy it.
Moderator: Hi there. Today we're talking about an unusual problem. Tickling in America. Our guest are three women from all walks of life who've had some terrible tickling experiences. First, let me introduce them. Elizabeth Hulette, also known as wrestling's "Miss Elizabeth".
Elizabeth walks out onto the stage wearing a short black dress, bare arms. She takes a seat.
(crowd claps and cheers)
Moderator: Secondly, we're very lucky to have Ms. Dolly Parton.
(more cheering from crowd)
Dolly happily walks out onto stage and waves to the crowd. She's wearing a tight pink sweater, jeans and high-heeled boots. She kisses the moderator and greets Elizabeth.
Moderator: Our final guest is a housewife from Atlanta, Georgia. I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Debra King.
(more clapping and cheering from crowd…it gets louder when they see Debra both pretty and shapely).
Debra is a very pretty brunette. About 32 years old, 5'2, 130lbs, olive skin, appealing body but with disproportionately wide hips. Not only are her hips extremely wide, her butt is quite large, both long vertically and with "back". Her measurements are 32c-24-42. Face looks a bit like Dawn Wells from Gilligan's Island. She walks a bit timidly and awkwardly onto stage, greets the other guests and sits down. She wears khaki pants and a dress white long-sleeve shirt.
Moderator: Why don't you each tell us a little about what brought you here tonight? Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: I get so many emails asking questions, and this one always seems to come up. I wanted to also let people know that if they have a friend or relative who suffers from extreme ticklishness, that it really isn't a laughing matter.
(crowd doesn't laugh much at a rather obvious joke)
Moderator: Dolly, thanks for coming. What about you?
Dolly: Shoot. Same as Liz. I get fan mail all the time, people asking if I'm ticklish or not. I just like to have the chance to talk about something other than my boobs!
Moderator: Great. Now, Debra, you're actually a friend of our producer. You have an unusual story about the severity of tickling.
Debra: Yes, last month I was mugged. The man actually stole my shoes and demanded that I let him tickle my feet. It went on right in Central Park for almost 5 minutes. People passed by us and I couldn't get anybody to help because they all thought it was innocent.
Moderator: Fascinating. OK. How ticklish would you say each of you are? Dolly?
Dolly: I'm so ticklish, I start laughing if anybody even wiggles fingers at me. I grew up with lots of siblings, and they always tickled me. I had lots of different boyfriends, but they always found my most ticklish spots and got me. I've literally been tickled until I pee.
Elizabeth: I'm extremely ticklish, almost everywhere. It's pure torture for me, you can't even imagine.
Debra: I would describe myself as mildly ticklish to moderately ticklish in a few places. My feet are the only place I'd consider very ticklish.
Moderator: Well, that sounds interesting. Where are you each most ticklish?
Dolly: (demonstrating with her hands by moving them along her ticklish spots) My belly and my feet are awfully ticklish. I hate to admit it, but my most ticklish spots are the sides and bottoms of my boobs!
(crowd cheers, somebody yells "coochie coo")
Moderator: That made lots of people happy! Elizabeth?
Elizabeth (she sounds almost mad): What is it about feet? I think feet are the worst. I'd say I'm most ticklish on my ribs, but I really hate having anybody tickle my feet. Maybe my ribs are most ticklish. It's really hard for me to say. My sides are really sensitive too. Definitely under my arms, oh my God. I guess I don't really know. I'm really ticklish everywhere (giggling).
Moderator: Ms. King?
Debra (crossing her arms across her waist): I'm a little ticklish on my sides, enough to make me jump. If someone tickles my feet I'll laugh. I'd say my feet are most ticklish though.
Elizabeth: Nowhere else?
Debra: No, not really, maybe my stomach a little bit.
Dolly: What about your derriere?
(crowd laughs, everybody notices her large posterior as much as they notice Dolly's chest)
Debra (confused look, rearranging a bit in her chair). No, why would you say that?
Dolly: Because you've got such a big caboose! I think people are always most ticklish on places where they feel embarrassed or emotionally sensitive. I'm sure people must have teased you about a big thing like that! I can't stand being touched on the bottoms or sides of my breasts, because I'm extremely ticklish there, and you know people have always joked about my chest.
Debra (clearly uncomfortable and a little annoyed): Well, yes, sometimes people teased me about my butt. However, I'm not ticklish there.
Mod: Interesting. Where do the three of you hate being tickled the most?
Debra: Definitely my feet. I have an older sister, she used to sit on my legs and tickle my feet. A lot of times people will try to poke me in my sides, I guess that's a common tickle spot (she sort of pokes her own sides as she says this), and it does get me a little. But the worst is if somebody tickles my feet. My husband knows how ticklish I am there. He'll sit on my back or legs, and then start tickling my feet, and I just start laughing instantly and can't stop either.
Dolly: I hate having my feet tickled too. But being tickled on my bosom is the worst to me. It tickles so much, and it can be so embarrassing. Even though I joke about them, I've always been sensitive about my boobs. When I was a teenager, I was teased non-stop about them. Boys always wanted to touch them, and once they found out I was ticklish on them, it just made it worse. Not too mention that it can get in the way of contact with my husband! Usually people didn't find out about it because I'm so ticklish on my belly, that's where they'll keep tickling me. But my gosh, the teasing when I was 17!
(crowd guffaws)
Mod: what's the single worst time you've each ever been tickled.
Liz: I was on a date once, when I was 19, in college. We were kissing in the car, when he accidentally poked me in my ribs. Once he found out how ticklish I am, he tickled me for what seemed like forever. I was crying, my throat was hoarse from screaming, and he just kept tickling me. He held onto my feet and tickled them, but mainly tickled my upper body. He pinned me down and was really rubbing my ribs and I wet my pants. It was terrible.
Dolly (again, using her hands to mimic tickling her ticklish spots): My older sisters were teasing me. The knew how ticklish I am on my belly, and they pinned me down and were just merciless. Then, one found out my breasts were ticklish and started getting me there. It was both embarrassing and between one sister tickling my belly and the other scratching her fingernails on the sides of my boobs, I just about died.
Debra. Anytime my husband really wants to get me. Just last night, he grabbed both my feet started wiggling his fingers really fast. I was laughing, I was writhing around, trying to kick away, but he just kept tickling my feet. He tickled me so much I couldn't even laugh anymore. I was trying to squirm out from underneath him, but I was too weak. He finally stopped after I managed to scream that I was going to pee.
Moderator: We have a special contest! We're going to see who can endure the most tickling. Now, to make it interesting, we will donate 1 million dollars to the winner's favorite charity. Unless Debra wins. Debra, if you win, you can keep the million. 1 million dollars to see how much tickling you can each take! Better yet, since you're in direct competition, you will tickle each other!
(crowd cheers and yells with excitement)
All three are escorted into a changing room. When they re-emerge, they are dressed in outfits designed to show off their ticklish areas and bodies. Dolly is wearing a tight sports bra, shorts and is barefoot. Elizabeth is wearing a blue bikini top, shorts and is also barefoot. Debra is wearing a sports bra, is barefoot, but is wearing a thong-style bikini bottom.
After securing the contestants to a rope spread-eagle while kneeling on a 1' high platform so all ticklish areas are exposed, the contests begin.
They start with Dolly. Elizabeth turns out to be a devilish tickler. She slowly approaches Dolly, making a wiggling motion with her hands. "Coochie Coo, Dolly, I'm going to tickle your belly!"
Dolly has a look of panic on her face, but she flashes her characteristically large smile. She starts giggling and wiggling before Elizabeth reaches her. "Oh please no. Not there! Not that! Not my tummy!"
Debra moves behind Dolly. Elizabeth slowly rakes her fingernails across Dolly's thin, naked belly. Dolly breaks into loud laughter instantly. She jerks very hard trying to get away, making her breasts dance wildly. Debra goes straight for Dolly's greatest weakness, the sides of her breasts. It's a little hard for Debra to tickle her there due to Dolly's struggling, so she tickles Dolly's tied-down feet instead.
Dolly howls with laughter. "HA HA HA! OH HAA HAA HAAAA!" She's practically dancing in place to get away from Elizabeth's wiggling fingers. Her feet are twitching madly trying to avoid Debra's fingers. Debra occasionally gives Dolly's armpits or ribs a little wiggle. It apparently tickles her, but doesn't have nearly the same effect as tickling her feet. Suddenly, Elizabeth stops tickling. "Debra, hold on for a second". Debra stops and Dolly, red-faced, catches her breath, thinking they've given up.
Just as Dolly started to speak, Elizabeth places one of her hands over Dolly's right breast and scratches her fingernails on the bottom of her breast. Dolly screams!
"AAAAHH! OH NO OH NO! NO MORE! I GIVE UP! AHHAHA NOT THAT! NO". The moderator rang the bell, and Dolly's torment is over.
Moderator: Thirty-five seconds! A mark to beat. Miss Elizabeth, it's now your turn!
The crowd cheers!
Elizabeth turns out to be easier to break. At least between she and Dolly, Elizabeth is far and away the most ticklish. Debra is getting in the spirit and teases her before tickling.
"Here it comes, Elizabeth! Where's it going to be! Tickle tickle tickle!" Elizabeth starts squirming. "I don't know if I can take this!". Debra jumps behind her and squeezes her sides.
"EEEYYA! HAA HAA HAA HA HA HA!!" Elizabeth throws her head back, screams and laughs. She writhes madly, her abdominal muscles beautifully flexing as she does.
Her lean, defined stomach and ribs are easy targets. Dolly gives Liz a dose of her own medicine, lightly tracing Liz's abdominal muscles with her fingernails and gently squeezing her ribs.
Dolly: How's this feel, hon?
Elizabeth whirls like a tornado, at least as best she could. Very quickly, tears form in her eyes as she laughs extremely hard. Any swipe of Dolly's fingers bring her to new hysterics. She is moving her upper body so much, she was hard for Dolly to lightly tickle. So she switched to frisking Elizabeth's ribs.
"EEEEE! PLEEE! HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA!
Elizabeth seems quite helpless.
Debra remembered Liz complaining about her ticklish feet. Debra wiggles her fingers against both of Elizabeth's feet, causing her to scream. Elizabeth surrrendered after only 15 seconds of having her feet, sides and ribs tickle-tortured.
"QUIT! I HA HA QUIT! STOP!"
The moderator rang the bell.
Liz (panting, with her wavy brown hair strung across her face): You just can't imagine how ticklish I am. I can't take it at all.
Dolly does a little jump of victory. The crowd claps and cheers.
Debra was being tied into place. She is definitely nervous, even fearful. She thinks to herself that overall she isn't as ticklish as Dolly and nowhere nearly as ticklish as Elizabeth. Surely she could make it for more than 35 seconds. She never let on where she was most ticklish, almost deathly ticklish. And maybe they wouldn't find out. After all, she didn't tickle Dolly's breast. She didn't tickle Elizabeth's ribs. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad.
Finally, they get to Debra. Dolly and Elizabeth started off by doing a little taunting.
"We're going to tickle you Debra…coochie coochie coo", while they walked slowly over to her.
Debra was resolute, but nervous. Surely I can take it, she thought. I'm not nearly as ticklish overall as they are.
Dolly walked behind Debra, while Elizabeth remained in front of her.
Elizabeth: Are you ticklish here?
Elizabeth starts by lightly wiggling her fingers against Debra's belly, which makes Debra twitch, but no laughter.
Dolly: What about here, darlin'? Dolly sharply frisks her ribs, but again, just a mild twitch.
Elizabeth (a little desperately): We know her sides have to be sensitive.
Elizabeth runs her fingernails along Debra's sides. Debra started to squirm to get away while suppressing a giggle.
Elizabeth: Just let me know when this tickles!
Debra sputters an occasional giggle and squirms a bit, but seems to hold out well.
Elizabeth: She isn't really that ticklish!
Dolly: We know her feet are going to be ticklish. Dolly scrapes her fingernails along Debra's feet.
Debra starts to laugh out loud, and seemingly uncontrollably. But it doesn't seem to tickle her too badly. "Ha ha ha ha oh haa haa oh-ha". Her feet were clearly getting to her. Elizabeth kept alternating between Debra's sides and underarms, and it was having a mild effect.
Dolly: Ooh, Debra has ticklish feet, coochie coo!
Debra was starting to shake a bit, making her hair fall in her face and her ample bosom vibrate. Her buttocks were quite jiggly with every laugh.
Moderator: 25 seconds had elapsed. Elizabeth is the loser so far. Can Debra beat Dolly's record! (crowd cheers)
Elizabeth: Her feet aren't nearly as ticklish as ours! She's so lucky!
Dolly: Oh, don't worry hon. I know how to get her! Dolly laughs and squeezes Debra's butt while teasing her about it.
Dolly: Oh, my, what a big rear! Does this tickle? I bet it's just terribly ticklish! Watch it jiggle, see it wiggle. Darlin', you've got jello for cheeks!
It's what Debra feared the most. She cackled and tried to get her butt away from the tickling.
"NO PLEASE NO! THAT HAA HAA HAAH AAAH AAAAA!"
Debra screams and laughs while Dolly raises and lowers her buttocks, kneads her cheeks and teases them with her fingernails. Elizabeth reaches over and started running her fingernails over the front of Debra's hips. Debra screams the second Elizabeth makes contact!
"AAAAHHH! NO NO NO NO NO NO!"
Moderator: Thirty seconds!
Debra could hardly stand it. They had found her biggest weakness. Debra is terribly, terribly ticklish on her rear end and hips Any slight pinch, squeeze or gentle stroke drove her insane. Yes, people had teased her about her hips and rear end. The worst thing she could imagine in life was having anybody squeeze her buttocks or the front of her hips.
"OAH! HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Debra was in ticklish agony. Neither Dolly nor Elizabeth had ever heard anybody laugh so loudly.
Debra's stomach hurt so much from laughing she double over as best the ropes around her wrists allowed. Of course, that just made her rear end an easier target. Dolly took the left cheek while Elizabeth took the right, each squeezing and lightly tickling every square inch. And there were many inches to tickle.
Debra couldn't laugh anymore, she couldn't even speak. Tears were streaming from her eyes.
Moderator: Do you give up?
Debra couldn't answer. She wanted it to stop. She was practically in convulsions. The moderator couldn't distinguish her head bobs from nods!
Dolly: She must want to get the record!
Moderator: 40 seconds! Debra's the winner!
Elizabeth and Dolly stopped tickling Debra. Debra slumped over, out-of-breath.
Dolly: Well, shoot. If she's already won, why don't we just keep going!
Moderator: Audience, what do you say!
The crowd cheered in approval. Debra raised her head, only in time to feel Dolly and Elizabeth rake their fingernails over her buttocks and squeeze the front of her hips again.
"EEEEEEEEEE!" Debra screamed. Who knew when the tickling would end?
Moderator: Hi there. Today we're talking about an unusual problem. Tickling in America. Our guest are three women from all walks of life who've had some terrible tickling experiences. First, let me introduce them. Elizabeth Hulette, also known as wrestling's "Miss Elizabeth".
Elizabeth walks out onto the stage wearing a short black dress, bare arms. She takes a seat.
(crowd claps and cheers)
Moderator: Secondly, we're very lucky to have Ms. Dolly Parton.
(more cheering from crowd)
Dolly happily walks out onto stage and waves to the crowd. She's wearing a tight pink sweater, jeans and high-heeled boots. She kisses the moderator and greets Elizabeth.
Moderator: Our final guest is a housewife from Atlanta, Georgia. I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Debra King.
(more clapping and cheering from crowd…it gets louder when they see Debra both pretty and shapely).
Debra is a very pretty brunette. About 32 years old, 5'2, 130lbs, olive skin, appealing body but with disproportionately wide hips. Not only are her hips extremely wide, her butt is quite large, both long vertically and with "back". Her measurements are 32c-24-42. Face looks a bit like Dawn Wells from Gilligan's Island. She walks a bit timidly and awkwardly onto stage, greets the other guests and sits down. She wears khaki pants and a dress white long-sleeve shirt.
Moderator: Why don't you each tell us a little about what brought you here tonight? Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: I get so many emails asking questions, and this one always seems to come up. I wanted to also let people know that if they have a friend or relative who suffers from extreme ticklishness, that it really isn't a laughing matter.
(crowd doesn't laugh much at a rather obvious joke)
Moderator: Dolly, thanks for coming. What about you?
Dolly: Shoot. Same as Liz. I get fan mail all the time, people asking if I'm ticklish or not. I just like to have the chance to talk about something other than my boobs!
Moderator: Great. Now, Debra, you're actually a friend of our producer. You have an unusual story about the severity of tickling.
Debra: Yes, last month I was mugged. The man actually stole my shoes and demanded that I let him tickle my feet. It went on right in Central Park for almost 5 minutes. People passed by us and I couldn't get anybody to help because they all thought it was innocent.
Moderator: Fascinating. OK. How ticklish would you say each of you are? Dolly?
Dolly: I'm so ticklish, I start laughing if anybody even wiggles fingers at me. I grew up with lots of siblings, and they always tickled me. I had lots of different boyfriends, but they always found my most ticklish spots and got me. I've literally been tickled until I pee.
Elizabeth: I'm extremely ticklish, almost everywhere. It's pure torture for me, you can't even imagine.
Debra: I would describe myself as mildly ticklish to moderately ticklish in a few places. My feet are the only place I'd consider very ticklish.
Moderator: Well, that sounds interesting. Where are you each most ticklish?
Dolly: (demonstrating with her hands by moving them along her ticklish spots) My belly and my feet are awfully ticklish. I hate to admit it, but my most ticklish spots are the sides and bottoms of my boobs!
(crowd cheers, somebody yells "coochie coo")
Moderator: That made lots of people happy! Elizabeth?
Elizabeth (she sounds almost mad): What is it about feet? I think feet are the worst. I'd say I'm most ticklish on my ribs, but I really hate having anybody tickle my feet. Maybe my ribs are most ticklish. It's really hard for me to say. My sides are really sensitive too. Definitely under my arms, oh my God. I guess I don't really know. I'm really ticklish everywhere (giggling).
Moderator: Ms. King?
Debra (crossing her arms across her waist): I'm a little ticklish on my sides, enough to make me jump. If someone tickles my feet I'll laugh. I'd say my feet are most ticklish though.
Elizabeth: Nowhere else?
Debra: No, not really, maybe my stomach a little bit.
Dolly: What about your derriere?
(crowd laughs, everybody notices her large posterior as much as they notice Dolly's chest)
Debra (confused look, rearranging a bit in her chair). No, why would you say that?
Dolly: Because you've got such a big caboose! I think people are always most ticklish on places where they feel embarrassed or emotionally sensitive. I'm sure people must have teased you about a big thing like that! I can't stand being touched on the bottoms or sides of my breasts, because I'm extremely ticklish there, and you know people have always joked about my chest.
Debra (clearly uncomfortable and a little annoyed): Well, yes, sometimes people teased me about my butt. However, I'm not ticklish there.
Mod: Interesting. Where do the three of you hate being tickled the most?
Debra: Definitely my feet. I have an older sister, she used to sit on my legs and tickle my feet. A lot of times people will try to poke me in my sides, I guess that's a common tickle spot (she sort of pokes her own sides as she says this), and it does get me a little. But the worst is if somebody tickles my feet. My husband knows how ticklish I am there. He'll sit on my back or legs, and then start tickling my feet, and I just start laughing instantly and can't stop either.
Dolly: I hate having my feet tickled too. But being tickled on my bosom is the worst to me. It tickles so much, and it can be so embarrassing. Even though I joke about them, I've always been sensitive about my boobs. When I was a teenager, I was teased non-stop about them. Boys always wanted to touch them, and once they found out I was ticklish on them, it just made it worse. Not too mention that it can get in the way of contact with my husband! Usually people didn't find out about it because I'm so ticklish on my belly, that's where they'll keep tickling me. But my gosh, the teasing when I was 17!
(crowd guffaws)
Mod: what's the single worst time you've each ever been tickled.
Liz: I was on a date once, when I was 19, in college. We were kissing in the car, when he accidentally poked me in my ribs. Once he found out how ticklish I am, he tickled me for what seemed like forever. I was crying, my throat was hoarse from screaming, and he just kept tickling me. He held onto my feet and tickled them, but mainly tickled my upper body. He pinned me down and was really rubbing my ribs and I wet my pants. It was terrible.
Dolly (again, using her hands to mimic tickling her ticklish spots): My older sisters were teasing me. The knew how ticklish I am on my belly, and they pinned me down and were just merciless. Then, one found out my breasts were ticklish and started getting me there. It was both embarrassing and between one sister tickling my belly and the other scratching her fingernails on the sides of my boobs, I just about died.
Debra. Anytime my husband really wants to get me. Just last night, he grabbed both my feet started wiggling his fingers really fast. I was laughing, I was writhing around, trying to kick away, but he just kept tickling my feet. He tickled me so much I couldn't even laugh anymore. I was trying to squirm out from underneath him, but I was too weak. He finally stopped after I managed to scream that I was going to pee.
Moderator: We have a special contest! We're going to see who can endure the most tickling. Now, to make it interesting, we will donate 1 million dollars to the winner's favorite charity. Unless Debra wins. Debra, if you win, you can keep the million. 1 million dollars to see how much tickling you can each take! Better yet, since you're in direct competition, you will tickle each other!
(crowd cheers and yells with excitement)
All three are escorted into a changing room. When they re-emerge, they are dressed in outfits designed to show off their ticklish areas and bodies. Dolly is wearing a tight sports bra, shorts and is barefoot. Elizabeth is wearing a blue bikini top, shorts and is also barefoot. Debra is wearing a sports bra, is barefoot, but is wearing a thong-style bikini bottom.
After securing the contestants to a rope spread-eagle while kneeling on a 1' high platform so all ticklish areas are exposed, the contests begin.
They start with Dolly. Elizabeth turns out to be a devilish tickler. She slowly approaches Dolly, making a wiggling motion with her hands. "Coochie Coo, Dolly, I'm going to tickle your belly!"
Dolly has a look of panic on her face, but she flashes her characteristically large smile. She starts giggling and wiggling before Elizabeth reaches her. "Oh please no. Not there! Not that! Not my tummy!"
Debra moves behind Dolly. Elizabeth slowly rakes her fingernails across Dolly's thin, naked belly. Dolly breaks into loud laughter instantly. She jerks very hard trying to get away, making her breasts dance wildly. Debra goes straight for Dolly's greatest weakness, the sides of her breasts. It's a little hard for Debra to tickle her there due to Dolly's struggling, so she tickles Dolly's tied-down feet instead.
Dolly howls with laughter. "HA HA HA! OH HAA HAA HAAAA!" She's practically dancing in place to get away from Elizabeth's wiggling fingers. Her feet are twitching madly trying to avoid Debra's fingers. Debra occasionally gives Dolly's armpits or ribs a little wiggle. It apparently tickles her, but doesn't have nearly the same effect as tickling her feet. Suddenly, Elizabeth stops tickling. "Debra, hold on for a second". Debra stops and Dolly, red-faced, catches her breath, thinking they've given up.
Just as Dolly started to speak, Elizabeth places one of her hands over Dolly's right breast and scratches her fingernails on the bottom of her breast. Dolly screams!
"AAAAHH! OH NO OH NO! NO MORE! I GIVE UP! AHHAHA NOT THAT! NO". The moderator rang the bell, and Dolly's torment is over.
Moderator: Thirty-five seconds! A mark to beat. Miss Elizabeth, it's now your turn!
The crowd cheers!
Elizabeth turns out to be easier to break. At least between she and Dolly, Elizabeth is far and away the most ticklish. Debra is getting in the spirit and teases her before tickling.
"Here it comes, Elizabeth! Where's it going to be! Tickle tickle tickle!" Elizabeth starts squirming. "I don't know if I can take this!". Debra jumps behind her and squeezes her sides.
"EEEYYA! HAA HAA HAA HA HA HA!!" Elizabeth throws her head back, screams and laughs. She writhes madly, her abdominal muscles beautifully flexing as she does.
Her lean, defined stomach and ribs are easy targets. Dolly gives Liz a dose of her own medicine, lightly tracing Liz's abdominal muscles with her fingernails and gently squeezing her ribs.
Dolly: How's this feel, hon?
Elizabeth whirls like a tornado, at least as best she could. Very quickly, tears form in her eyes as she laughs extremely hard. Any swipe of Dolly's fingers bring her to new hysterics. She is moving her upper body so much, she was hard for Dolly to lightly tickle. So she switched to frisking Elizabeth's ribs.
"EEEEE! PLEEE! HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA!
Elizabeth seems quite helpless.
Debra remembered Liz complaining about her ticklish feet. Debra wiggles her fingers against both of Elizabeth's feet, causing her to scream. Elizabeth surrrendered after only 15 seconds of having her feet, sides and ribs tickle-tortured.
"QUIT! I HA HA QUIT! STOP!"
The moderator rang the bell.
Liz (panting, with her wavy brown hair strung across her face): You just can't imagine how ticklish I am. I can't take it at all.
Dolly does a little jump of victory. The crowd claps and cheers.
Debra was being tied into place. She is definitely nervous, even fearful. She thinks to herself that overall she isn't as ticklish as Dolly and nowhere nearly as ticklish as Elizabeth. Surely she could make it for more than 35 seconds. She never let on where she was most ticklish, almost deathly ticklish. And maybe they wouldn't find out. After all, she didn't tickle Dolly's breast. She didn't tickle Elizabeth's ribs. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad.
Finally, they get to Debra. Dolly and Elizabeth started off by doing a little taunting.
"We're going to tickle you Debra…coochie coochie coo", while they walked slowly over to her.
Debra was resolute, but nervous. Surely I can take it, she thought. I'm not nearly as ticklish overall as they are.
Dolly walked behind Debra, while Elizabeth remained in front of her.
Elizabeth: Are you ticklish here?
Elizabeth starts by lightly wiggling her fingers against Debra's belly, which makes Debra twitch, but no laughter.
Dolly: What about here, darlin'? Dolly sharply frisks her ribs, but again, just a mild twitch.
Elizabeth (a little desperately): We know her sides have to be sensitive.
Elizabeth runs her fingernails along Debra's sides. Debra started to squirm to get away while suppressing a giggle.
Elizabeth: Just let me know when this tickles!
Debra sputters an occasional giggle and squirms a bit, but seems to hold out well.
Elizabeth: She isn't really that ticklish!
Dolly: We know her feet are going to be ticklish. Dolly scrapes her fingernails along Debra's feet.
Debra starts to laugh out loud, and seemingly uncontrollably. But it doesn't seem to tickle her too badly. "Ha ha ha ha oh haa haa oh-ha". Her feet were clearly getting to her. Elizabeth kept alternating between Debra's sides and underarms, and it was having a mild effect.
Dolly: Ooh, Debra has ticklish feet, coochie coo!
Debra was starting to shake a bit, making her hair fall in her face and her ample bosom vibrate. Her buttocks were quite jiggly with every laugh.
Moderator: 25 seconds had elapsed. Elizabeth is the loser so far. Can Debra beat Dolly's record! (crowd cheers)
Elizabeth: Her feet aren't nearly as ticklish as ours! She's so lucky!
Dolly: Oh, don't worry hon. I know how to get her! Dolly laughs and squeezes Debra's butt while teasing her about it.
Dolly: Oh, my, what a big rear! Does this tickle? I bet it's just terribly ticklish! Watch it jiggle, see it wiggle. Darlin', you've got jello for cheeks!
It's what Debra feared the most. She cackled and tried to get her butt away from the tickling.
"NO PLEASE NO! THAT HAA HAA HAAH AAAH AAAAA!"
Debra screams and laughs while Dolly raises and lowers her buttocks, kneads her cheeks and teases them with her fingernails. Elizabeth reaches over and started running her fingernails over the front of Debra's hips. Debra screams the second Elizabeth makes contact!
"AAAAHHH! NO NO NO NO NO NO!"
Moderator: Thirty seconds!
Debra could hardly stand it. They had found her biggest weakness. Debra is terribly, terribly ticklish on her rear end and hips Any slight pinch, squeeze or gentle stroke drove her insane. Yes, people had teased her about her hips and rear end. The worst thing she could imagine in life was having anybody squeeze her buttocks or the front of her hips.
"OAH! HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Debra was in ticklish agony. Neither Dolly nor Elizabeth had ever heard anybody laugh so loudly.
Debra's stomach hurt so much from laughing she double over as best the ropes around her wrists allowed. Of course, that just made her rear end an easier target. Dolly took the left cheek while Elizabeth took the right, each squeezing and lightly tickling every square inch. And there were many inches to tickle.
Debra couldn't laugh anymore, she couldn't even speak. Tears were streaming from her eyes.
Moderator: Do you give up?
Debra couldn't answer. She wanted it to stop. She was practically in convulsions. The moderator couldn't distinguish her head bobs from nods!
Dolly: She must want to get the record!
Moderator: 40 seconds! Debra's the winner!
Elizabeth and Dolly stopped tickling Debra. Debra slumped over, out-of-breath.
Dolly: Well, shoot. If she's already won, why don't we just keep going!
Moderator: Audience, what do you say!
The crowd cheered in approval. Debra raised her head, only in time to feel Dolly and Elizabeth rake their fingernails over her buttocks and squeeze the front of her hips again.
"EEEEEEEEEE!" Debra screamed. Who knew when the tickling would end?
What a great idea for a late night show!!
