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the audition mmm/f

tickledgirls

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hi everyone! i decided to write my first story for you guys. I thought I might just test the waters, and then see if the proposed sequel at the end is in qustion if you like it...and I would love some constructive critisiscm!!!

thanks!! enjoy "the audition"

The train clanged its way through the rusty subway, lights flickering as it pulled into Flinders street station. Whilst the air was misty, it hung like a low cloud in the lower atmosphere, and made everything and everyone look and appear distorted. As the doors opened with a hiss, a slim, petite figure appeared in one of the doorways. The figure disembarked, and followed the endless platform to the lone gate at the end, where she ascended the stairs to the ground level. Already, at only eight fifteen in the morning, the city was bustling with activity. Paper boys screaming the headlines, police strutting around, and stressed workers headed for their place of work.

In amongst it all, the slim figure continued along her own way, not looking up and not making eye contact with anyone or anything, and staring placidly at the ground. She sighed as she looked at her watch. Then, before shrugging her shoulders, she looked both ways, slipped off her sunglasses, not that there was any sun in the early hours of a typical winter’s day, and proceeded inside. The building she had just entered was a rather peculiar sight, and she took a step back when she saw the interior of the building for the first time. It was a large warehouse, with completely bare brick walls, and a few lights hung suspended from the loud, creaking tin roof. Shelves took up most of the space, with boxes untidily stacked upon them.

The slim figure walked over to the device in the centre of the room. She smiled when she looked at the machine. She had never seen one before, but there were two sets of cuffs, and a large bank of strange devices. Such devices included a feather duster, countless feathers, electric toothbrushes and electric feather dusters, manual toothbrushes, more feather dusters, hairbrushes and lotions and creams. Some of these creams, interestingly enough, were adorned with pictures of feet, and pictures of feathers extending to the tips of the toes. The slim figure suppressed a giggle as she looked at the dormant machine.

There was a clatter behind her, and the slim female wheeled around in her runners. “It’s alright, there is no need to be afraid,” said the first of three men striding towards her, as she receded a few steps. This man sounded oddly British, and the girl merely nodded, continuing not to make eye contact. The other men whispered in each other’s ears, and the young girl felt herself blushing. “We are here representing the filming company, as you are obviously aware, and we beg you forgive our lateness, I assure it has never happened before,’ said the first gentleman. She smiled politely at him, “That’s okay. I’m Flora,” she stated, extending her right, skinny arm. Her small hand was embraced and hugged by the first man’s large hand, “Hello Flora, I am Frank, and these are my associates, Gerald and Chris,” said Frank softly. The three people smiled and introduced themselves to each other quickly.

Flora was a young girl who held herself in the highest esteem. The twenty year old fancied herself a bit of a sports person, and thus, wasn’t wearing anything to dramatic, and she instead went for the simple approach. Her white singlet remained hidden under her bright blue hoodie, whilst her shorts were also kept from view by a pair of grey track suit pants. Her ankle socks slipped into her brand new size seven runners. They were, to say the least, a comfortable fit. Flora’s self image was one of complete purity too. Her eyes, beautiful blue wonders sparkled like the bright turquoise sea in the Bahamas, whilst her golden brown hair was let loose, and worn out on both sides of her front and worn out on the back. The hair was magnificent and long, whilst the straight, smooth lines of her hair astounded the three men. Her face was rounded and her soft features, such as the cute button nose made look stunning. Despite the fact she felt tired, she looked alert, and ready to face any challenges the day might present to her.

The men, she concluded looked indifferent, that is to say, they all had the same hairstyle, and the same looks and features. If the filming industry could bring over such an uninteresting bunch of morons, clearly they weren’t interested in what she had to offer. But the men did not stand there calmly and quietly, not shouting or calling to each other, nor were they too quiet, but casually exchanging a few words with Flora as she stood awkwardly on the spot. “Now, Flora, I take it you know why you are here?” Flora looked across at Gerald, who was smiling, yet looking down at a scrap of paper at the same time. “Uh, yes, I believe so. It’s an audition for your next film, ‘The Giggling Clown?’” Chris smiled at her from his position on the floor, “Then you are familiar with the script?” It was almost as if he was demanding this information from her. Flora looked uncertainly up at Chris, “No, I wasn’t given a script by anyone,” she said timidly. Chris considered her for a second. As Frank shook his head, Chris leant in and whispered in Flora’s ear, “He tickles people, the clown.”

This caught Flora by surprise, “What? He t-tickles people?” she said, suddenly gulping nervously. Frank smiled at her, “Why of course, why else do you think he is a giggling clown?” Flora tried to laugh, but no sound came out of her petrified mouth. She staggered backwards and felt for a chair, which Chris provided hastily. “Hmm, sorry if we frightened you, young lady,” said Frank sympathetically. She smiled at him, “Oh no, that’s perfectly alright, I suppose, just, the idea took me by surprise,” she said calmly, now that she was seated. Gerald looked across at her from where he stood, as he changed his position since he arrived, “That’s perfectly okay then,” he added.

Flora looked up at all three men and smiled, “And I suppose, for my audition, you want to tickle me?” she said. She had cottoned on now. She may have been small, at only one hundred and seventy centimetres, but she did have a large brain, capable of processing exquisite facts and figures, and analysing intense situation quickly. This situation was no exception, and Flora had proven that, though she was tired, she still possessed a rapier like approach to anything she attempted. And though ticklishness was her worst weakness, she wasn’t going to let that get to her. After all, when it was in small doses, she occasionally enjoyed it, and now that she had processed it, the idea sounded like a bit of fun.

The men didn’t say anything as they ushered her over to the machine, and requested that she take her outer garments off. Flora obeyed the, and she pulled her shoes off hastily, before pulling her track pants off, and folding them. Then she pulled off her hoodie and after folding this, she placed it next to her folded tracksuit bottoms, and placed her shoes neatly beside them. Then, she allowed herself to be lifted up and lowered onto the device. The table felt cold under her back. She shivered as she felt the icy cold steel against her back, and she was given a pillow to support her head.

As she lay peacefully, Gerald grasped her hands, and pulled them up above her head, stretching Flora out. As she was stretched, her skin was pulled back in such a way that her ribs appeared to be jutting out from under the skin. Next, Chris, who was at her feet, locked them into the stocks situated at the bottom of the device, and then he pulled her socks off. After doing this, He fastened the ankles further, by inserting foam into the sections of the stocks that the ankles didn’t cover, making it harder for the young girl to wriggle her feet. Then, he tied the two big toes together, and then the little toes out to the sides, before pulling them back, again, with pieces of rope.

Flora tugged playfully at the ropes, knowing full well what was about to come. Obviously, due to the fact that she was wearing a sleeveless top, the obvious starter point was the armpits. In fact, anyone dumb enough to not take that spot was pretty much an idiot, because this was one of her best stimulant points on her whole body. Gerald started the tickling now, and he started by touching his pointer finger into the very centres of Flora’s armpits. Flora lurched uncontrollably, before pushing out a large wave of laughter from her lungs. The loud laughter echoed off the walls, and brought a smile to Gerald’s face, as he started to stroke the armpit with two fingers. From here, Gerald placed all his fingers into both of the armpits, and started to lightly and slowly tickle the soft, hairless hollows. Flora laughed in genuine surprise, squirming around and trying to keep herself composed, or as best as she could. From here, Gerald started to scribble his fingers all over the armpits. Flora lifted her back high into the air, arching it and squealing loudly and high pitched. She wriggled around in the air for a few seconds, before thrashing her head from side to side and resting her back down on the pillar again.

Now Chris took over the ribs, and he decided to go hard on them from the get go. He massaged them heavily, squeezing the sides of the rib cage and then squeezing the top of the ribs. He did this by simply forcing pressure upon the ribs, and then shaking his hand over the ribs, making vibrating sensations over the ribcage itself. From here, Chris employed a feather duster to help with the tickling. With one hand, he lifted up the sleeveless top and placed the feather duster over the ribcage with the other hand. He then brushed over the ribs with his feather duster, drawing fierce, heavy laughter from the young adult. Chris then discarded the feather duster, and positioned his fingers for the final rib check. Chris’ fingers dug into the ribs softly, before scribbling all over them wildly. The light fabric between Chris’ fingers and the ribs themselves proved to be of zero protection as Flora wriggled around, trying to twist her body from side to side, in a feeble attempt to pull herself free from the ticklish torture.

Frank was up next, and he celebrated in style, by firstly, rolling up the sleeveless top to reveal the soft, smooth and flat stomach, navel and sides. Secondly Frank had total control of this section, and he celebrated this fact gracefully, by honing in on the sides to start off with. A few tickles from the hips to the ribs were nothing for Flora, who giggled helplessly at this simple teasing, but did nothing more. Frank considered her for a moment, before driving his fingers straight into her sides. The force of this ticklish buzzing sent Flora’s helpless body in the only direction it could run to: up. As her body skyrocketed, Flora let out a large wave of heavy laughter, accompanied by helpless bucking and squirming. From the sides, Frank started to work into the cute stomach. As he arrived here, he soon learnt that her stomach was extremely sensitive. As soon as he rested one finger upon it, Flora sucked it, squealing mercifully. Frank simply smiled at her as he started to work his magic over Flora’s stomach. He placed all his fingers over the soft skin, and stroked from the lowest pair of ribs right down to the belly button, over the belly button and down to the hips. The soft skin was even softer and ten times more sensitive after the belly button, and this was reflected by the way that Flora’s laughter would increase by half an octave each time the fingers tickled over the navel. Additionally, Frank started to properly tickle the stomach. He did this by tickling heavily into the tummy, skipping from light tickles to heavy scribbling. As soon as the heavy scribbling began, Flora screamed out in pure laughter, bucking around and trying to pull her body free from the heavy ticklish sensations. As he continued with this, Gerald grabbed an electric toothbrush, and wrapped it in a piece of plastic, before turning it on. From here, he placed the handle inside Frank’s mouth, hence the protective plastic, before touching it into Flora’s little belly button.

The effect was incredible! As soon as Flora felt the tingling toothbrush make contact with the highly sensitive skin on the belly button, she let free a great whoop of laughter, before sending a fifth wave of hysterical laughter echoing around the building. The clangy atmosphere of the building made everything sound twice as loud too, so Flora’s laughter came across as being incredibly heavy. Frank quickly stopped the stomach and navel tickling, and now, all three men joined in on the upper body. Flora’s sleeveless top was completely soaked through with sweat now, making it transparent, and revealing the very cute skin underneath the garment. Interestingly for a winter’s day, it was incredibly humid, but this more than likely had something to do with the fact that the warehouse was being heated twenty four seven. As the tickling continued, Frank now switched location, discarding the electric toothbrush, and heading for the armpits.

The three men now spent the next five minutes tickling all over the upper body and legs. The way it worked, is that Fran tickled the ribs and the armpits, Gerald tickled the abdomen area, and Chris was given the privilege of tickling the thighs and knees. As Flora was being tickled in at most, seven spots in this five minute stint, Flora’s laughter was unsurprisingly loud and heavy. As she bucked around in her restraints, the three ticklers worked their magic, doing their best to ensure that Flora endured the ticklish treat of her life. The ticklish sensations gradually increased, until suddenly, just as they reached a crescendo, they ceased.

The whole body had been worked now, except for one spot. One spot that, if tickled correctly, could have a lasting impression on the way the ticklee was tickled. Of course, the three men now turned their attention to Flora’s weakest spot, the feet. Her feet were superb. Like her, Flora’s feet were petit. Both feet were quite small, yet the toes were a little longer, yet they were narrow. The whole foot, for that matter, was narrow. Her toes, balls of her feet and her heels were all pink, whilst the arches, the high arches for that matter, were a brilliant creamy white. As the men commented on Flora’s feet, they occasionally poked and prodded the soles, before setting out to tickle them properly.

The tickling started off with Gerald, again, lightly stroking his fingertips up and down the helpless, vulnerable soles. Flora immediately burst into thorough laughter, thrashing wildly as she tried to pull away from the merciless ticklish sensations. Gerald stroked his fingers from the toes, down to the heels and vice versa. He even stroked one finger down the edges of the feet, stroking the outer and inner edge of each foot. Flora squealed at this, and often tried to fight her way out of the tickle torture, wriggling madly as her feet were tickled. As her toes were pulled back, it made life easier for Gerald to tuck his fingers under the toes and tickle the hyper sensitive skin there, forcing from the victim, excessively high laughter.

As Gerald finished up, Frank took over the reins, and he commenced a light tickling method over the bare feet. Frank tickled Flora’s feet slowly and gently, lightly tickling up from the heel to the toes and back down, focusing on the high arches a for a period, before focusing upon the sides of the feet. From the sides of the feet, Frank decided to tickle the soles with a feather and a feather duster. As the feather tickled up and down the left foot, the feather duster completely tortured the right foot. As the feather duster could cover more surface area, it thus increased the amount of pressure it exerted, therefore creating a more ticklish sensation on the young girl’s feet. The lone feather on the left foot simply stroked up and down the sole, focusing though, on the outer side, where it appeared to create the best effects.

Frank now gave full tickle control to Chris, who smiled as he was let loose upon poor Flora’s feet. Without warning, he started furiously scribbling his fingers all over the bare feet. Flora laughed intensely, thrashing and pulling at the restraints, screeching with insane laughter. Chris’ fingers scribbled from the heel to the arch, to the ball of the foot and back to the arch. Very spot investigated on the soles, and the scribbling would be refocused on either the arch or the ball of the foot. The ball of the foot was better in a way, because it was more ticklish there, especially with the sweat now starting to build on them. Chris continued to scribble all over the soles, and he even started to tickle the toes.

As he tickled the toes, he managed to get his fingers in between them, and tickle the walls of the toes. This brought out heavy laughter from Flora as she desperately tried to curl her toes, but she couldn’t: they were held back fast with rope. Now grabbing two electric toothbrushes, Chris started them up and applied them to the little toes of each foot. He tickled from the base of the toe to the tip and back down. After repeating this motion a few times, He would switch up the toes to the next two. Eventually, Chris ended up at the two big toes, tickling them thoroughly with his electric toothbrushes. The brushes made Flora squeal with furious and frantic laughter. She thrashed her head from side to side, and what was once perfect hair was messy and tangled from all her thrashing around. Flora was helpless though, and as the toes were tickled, she felt that this was the final straw.

Flora’s body was drenched in sweat. Her face streamed with tears of laughter that rolled down her rosy red cheeks, filled with blood. Her feet were fast becoming red and made them look very itchy. Finally she could take no more, “Stop! Lord has mercy, stop godamnit!” The three ticklers immediately pulled up, and waited for Flora to calm down.
A good ten minutes had passed now, and Flora was graciously standing on her own two feet, not even bothered to put on her other clothes, but just stood there. “Well, you will be glad to hear that we have decided to accept you to be in the new film, and that we shall be sending you a copy of the script soon,” said Chris. Flora looked at him, grinning.
“Just as well, If you think I was going to submit to being tickled for twenty seven minutes straight and not be rewarded, think again,” she said cheekily. The men laughed, with Flora joining in soon after. “Can I offer to drive you home, Flora?” Chris was often more than happy to drive her home, and Flora was gracious enough to accept the offer. Except that when she happily agreed, little did she know what the boys still had in store for her...
 
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