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Allana’s Vegas Tickle
I had been watching the pits all day and night, keeping an eye out for deadbeats, cheaters and troublemakers. Working a double-shift at the Mirage casino was starting to affect my nerves. I knew I’d be off shift in 20 minutes so I figured I’d keep it cool. Then, SHE came into the picture. She was a beautiful girl, no more than 21 or 22 with a fresh face, nice, solid body and jet-black hair to go with her light eyes. Sad part was, she looked like she was about to break.
“Come ON!” she shouted as she banged her fist against the slot machine, as if to motivate it to bring her fortune. The banging continued until the players around her had to move away, so I had to step in.
‘Miss?…Miss?…MISS!?”
“What?!?” she shouted
“Please control yourself, miss. The machine doesn’t respond to being hit.” I said, with a caring smile. She cracked a smile. It was a nice one, too. Very sly; the kind you want to stare at. So she moved away from the machine…right to a BlackJack table where it took all of one hand to get her going again.
“Miss..” I said as I put my arm on her waist.
“Aaah!’ she yelped, jerking her body away from my hand,“sorry, I’m just REALLY ticklish, that’s all…I’m ok.
“Miss, this is your last warning. After this, you will be asked to leave.”
She kept playing, and I thought I’d get off my shift without a hitch, until my eye caught something at her table. She was counting cards. Everyone knows casinos hate cheaters, so I had to take her out of the place. My relief arrived just as I approached her.
“I’ll take care of her,” I said,”and I’ll see you tomorrow night…don’t be late.”
“Miss,” I said, taking her wrist, “please come with me.”
She knew she had been caught and she pretty much gave up when I approached her, so she put her head down and walked with me toward the back office, near the elevator bank.
“Why are we stopping at the elevators?” she asked, nervously.
“I am a good pit boss, Miss; and I am also a compassionate man. You are what, 21?”
“22, “she said, meekly, as though embarrassed,” why?”
“If I take you to my boss, he will have you arrested, maybe even roughed up a little. I don’t think those would work for you, so I will make you a deal.”
She waited, swallowed a little, almost afraid to know. We got on the elevator and went to the penthouse and I walked her to the master bedroom.
“My name is Allana, by the way.” she said.
“Please sit on the bed, Allana” I said
“Please don’t hurt me.” she said, nervously
“I am not going to hurt you and I am not interested in sex, either, so please put your mind at ease.” I said as I pulled open the dresser drawer, taking out a ball of cord.
“Wh-what are you going to do with that?” she asked, growing more nervous
“Put out your hands,” I said…,”I said put them out!”
“O-ok” she said, as she slowly extended them to me. I quickly tied them together, then did the same with her ankles, laying her on the bed. I raised her arms over her head and extended the rope under the mattress to the bas of the bed where I tied the other end to her ankles, keeping her body fixed in a nice, tight, open position.
“You know, I never would have thought of this until I touched your waist.” I said with a grin
“OH, NO!” she said with eyes wide, realizing what was about to happen, “Please, DON’T…anything but that!!!”
“Oh, yes,” I said as I sat over her head, looking straight down into her tender bare armpits.
“Please…no…”
My hands approached her skin
“Please…stop…I’m so-OOOO-ah-HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA!!!”
My fingers touched her armpits and almost by instinct raced around all over the skin, not missing an inch. I seemed to be fueled by her outrageous laughter and the feeling of her body struggling against the bonds of the ropes, trying in vain to block out the ultra ticklish sensations.
“HAAAAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAA!”
Her laughs grew louder and longer the more I tickled. Then I moved down to her tummy. I honestly thought at that point that the ropes would snap due to her struggling
“Ple-hahaha-se…HAHAHAHA…s-s-staHAHHAHAHAHAp!!!”
I kept on. I slowly ran my fingertips down her bare legs, which were shaking violently under my light touch. Then I got to her feet.
I had been admiring her sexy feet almost from the time I first warned her at the slot machine. They were nice, clean and had a perfectly curved arch. 7, 7 ½ maybe without a scar or callous anywhere. I almost took a deep breath before I raked her soles up and down with my fingertips.
“HA….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAA!” she screamed,’Oh my GOD! Pleeeese, stohoHAHAHAHAp!”
Her laughter echoed throughout the walls of the fancy penthouse and seemed to make the pictures and lamps shake. The sweat built up on her body until her blouse and miniskirt seemed to grow damp. At that point, I let her go. She was done, she paid her debt back to the casino and she was free to go.
As I untied her hands, she sat up to work the kinks out of her back. I turned to untie her ankles and she paused, took a breath and whispered,”Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You are too young to get into serious trouble out here.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She said.
I turned to look at her, and with her face about 3 inches from mine, I saw that sly smile again. I knew what was coming.
“I absolutely LOVE being tickled!” she said, kicking her head back and laughing.
I had been had, and I never felt better.
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I had been watching the pits all day and night, keeping an eye out for deadbeats, cheaters and troublemakers. Working a double-shift at the Mirage casino was starting to affect my nerves. I knew I’d be off shift in 20 minutes so I figured I’d keep it cool. Then, SHE came into the picture. She was a beautiful girl, no more than 21 or 22 with a fresh face, nice, solid body and jet-black hair to go with her light eyes. Sad part was, she looked like she was about to break.
“Come ON!” she shouted as she banged her fist against the slot machine, as if to motivate it to bring her fortune. The banging continued until the players around her had to move away, so I had to step in.
‘Miss?…Miss?…MISS!?”
“What?!?” she shouted
“Please control yourself, miss. The machine doesn’t respond to being hit.” I said, with a caring smile. She cracked a smile. It was a nice one, too. Very sly; the kind you want to stare at. So she moved away from the machine…right to a BlackJack table where it took all of one hand to get her going again.
“Miss..” I said as I put my arm on her waist.
“Aaah!’ she yelped, jerking her body away from my hand,“sorry, I’m just REALLY ticklish, that’s all…I’m ok.
“Miss, this is your last warning. After this, you will be asked to leave.”
She kept playing, and I thought I’d get off my shift without a hitch, until my eye caught something at her table. She was counting cards. Everyone knows casinos hate cheaters, so I had to take her out of the place. My relief arrived just as I approached her.
“I’ll take care of her,” I said,”and I’ll see you tomorrow night…don’t be late.”
“Miss,” I said, taking her wrist, “please come with me.”
She knew she had been caught and she pretty much gave up when I approached her, so she put her head down and walked with me toward the back office, near the elevator bank.
“Why are we stopping at the elevators?” she asked, nervously.
“I am a good pit boss, Miss; and I am also a compassionate man. You are what, 21?”
“22, “she said, meekly, as though embarrassed,” why?”
“If I take you to my boss, he will have you arrested, maybe even roughed up a little. I don’t think those would work for you, so I will make you a deal.”
She waited, swallowed a little, almost afraid to know. We got on the elevator and went to the penthouse and I walked her to the master bedroom.
“My name is Allana, by the way.” she said.
“Please sit on the bed, Allana” I said
“Please don’t hurt me.” she said, nervously
“I am not going to hurt you and I am not interested in sex, either, so please put your mind at ease.” I said as I pulled open the dresser drawer, taking out a ball of cord.
“Wh-what are you going to do with that?” she asked, growing more nervous
“Put out your hands,” I said…,”I said put them out!”
“O-ok” she said, as she slowly extended them to me. I quickly tied them together, then did the same with her ankles, laying her on the bed. I raised her arms over her head and extended the rope under the mattress to the bas of the bed where I tied the other end to her ankles, keeping her body fixed in a nice, tight, open position.
“You know, I never would have thought of this until I touched your waist.” I said with a grin
“OH, NO!” she said with eyes wide, realizing what was about to happen, “Please, DON’T…anything but that!!!”
“Oh, yes,” I said as I sat over her head, looking straight down into her tender bare armpits.
“Please…no…”
My hands approached her skin
“Please…stop…I’m so-OOOO-ah-HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA!!!”
My fingers touched her armpits and almost by instinct raced around all over the skin, not missing an inch. I seemed to be fueled by her outrageous laughter and the feeling of her body struggling against the bonds of the ropes, trying in vain to block out the ultra ticklish sensations.
“HAAAAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAA!”
Her laughs grew louder and longer the more I tickled. Then I moved down to her tummy. I honestly thought at that point that the ropes would snap due to her struggling
“Ple-hahaha-se…HAHAHAHA…s-s-staHAHHAHAHAHAp!!!”
I kept on. I slowly ran my fingertips down her bare legs, which were shaking violently under my light touch. Then I got to her feet.
I had been admiring her sexy feet almost from the time I first warned her at the slot machine. They were nice, clean and had a perfectly curved arch. 7, 7 ½ maybe without a scar or callous anywhere. I almost took a deep breath before I raked her soles up and down with my fingertips.
“HA….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAA!” she screamed,’Oh my GOD! Pleeeese, stohoHAHAHAHAp!”
Her laughter echoed throughout the walls of the fancy penthouse and seemed to make the pictures and lamps shake. The sweat built up on her body until her blouse and miniskirt seemed to grow damp. At that point, I let her go. She was done, she paid her debt back to the casino and she was free to go.
As I untied her hands, she sat up to work the kinks out of her back. I turned to untie her ankles and she paused, took a breath and whispered,”Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You are too young to get into serious trouble out here.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She said.
I turned to look at her, and with her face about 3 inches from mine, I saw that sly smile again. I knew what was coming.
“I absolutely LOVE being tickled!” she said, kicking her head back and laughing.
I had been had, and I never felt better.
The video to go along with this story is available as clips on our clip store and traditional DVDs and BluRays are on our website.
Enjoy the Show!
www.tickleshow.webs.com
www.clips4sale.com/28100
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