Anita’s Place of Employment part 4
The story that inspired this is here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?245581-Anita-s-New-Employment-F-M-*-f
Previous parts here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?251804-Anita-s-Place-of-Employment-part-1
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?252022-Anita-s-Place-of-Employment-part-2
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?253296-Anita-s-Place-of-Employment-part-3
The intermission was over. A series of ticklish girls were on a conveyor belt inspired by a car wash. They passed a series of spinning brushes, jets of warm and cold water, puffs of warn and cold air, and more brushes. Towards the end of the belt, they passed under a series of hanging wires, some hot, some cold, some vibrating, and a few mildly electrified. At the end of the belt, seemingly at random, some slid to the right where they landed on a pile of pillows, giggling and trying to catch their breaths. Some went to the left and landed in a tank of pink liquid.
While the victims were led away, some to a well-earned rest, and others to be prepared for further teasing, the white-coated staff member returned to Kerri and Anne’s table. “That conveyor was Lisbeth’s latest invention. No matter what she comes up with, a little part of me says ‘Me next! Me next!’ But of course I could never stand it.
“But wait till you see tonight’s finale; Lizbeth has outdone herself.”
A spotlight illuminated the area near their table. Jo the waitress-trainee was led out. When they had last seen her, she was dying of embarrassment in a tiny loincloth. Now she had been allowed to wear brief shorts, and for the first time in her employment, sandals and a t-shirt. The shirt was cropped very short, but it was more than she had ever been allowed before.
Next, Lora, her trainer, was led out. And she had nothing but a G-string on. Anne said “that’s so unfair!” But Kerri said “Unfairness is what’s so much fun about this place.”
The white-coat said “Lora signed her weekly contract extension without reading the fine print. She foolishly assumed it was the same terms as she’s always had before.”
Lora was made to kneel on a padded bench, with her bare feet sticking out behind her, while her wrists were secured above her head. Jo was given a supply of brushes, feathers, and vibrating tickle sticks.
“They’ve been told different things” the white-coat confided to Anne and Kerri. “Jo’s been told that if she can’t make Lora safeword, we’re going to assign Lora to the Private Lounge. Permanently. And Lora’s been told that if she DOES safeword, Jo will be sent to the sub-basement over at the Tickle Shop.”
Jo idolized Lora; but thinking it was for her own good, she went after every sensitive spot with as much wickedness as she could muster. Lora howled with laugher, squirmed as much as her bonds would allow, and begged for a time out.
Kerri became more and more excited. Anne was filled with sympathy for both poor girls; but yet she wouldn’t have missed the show for the world.
Finally, Lora screamed “chicken out!” and the relentless tickling stopped. Employees immediately led both girls away, to a low door at the end of the room. The employees’ entrance to the Private Lounge. Jo’s shirt, shorts, and sandals; and Lora’s G-string joined the panties, bras, and various bits of fabric scattered around the door. As they were made to crawl into their new assignment, several employees gave the soles of their feet a quick tickle.
“Poor kids”, said Kerri and Anne’s white-coated table mate. “They don’t know it yet, but they have one chance to escape there and get back to working in this room. Here, at least, for the most part the customers keep their hands to themselves. Over there, they can tickle both waitresses and entertainers as much as they want.”
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The various platforms, tanks, and the conveyor belt had been removed from the central space. Twelve nude victims entered. Six of them had a dark band around one ankle and one wrist, signifying their normal assignment in the Private Lounge. The others were entertainers from the general area.
“Ladies and gentlemen, for tonight’s finale, we are going to choose six lucky girls to take part in our new venture, our Tickle Survivor Game. It will have some elements in common with a popular trilogy of novels and movies, but with a lot more laughter.
“The six selected tonight will join 18 others from our other locations around the country
in an amazing and hysterically funny event to be held next month.”
A door opened wide at the end of room, and in came a “chariot”. It was drawn by two girls, naked except for sandals (to protect them from the vibrating, tickling floor). What looked like reins were actually the wires that controlled the tickle sticks attached to especially sensitive areas. Driving the chariot, dressed in flowing, almost transparent robes, was Anita, the new sensation of the club.
She was provided with a bow and 10 soft-tipped arrows, which were painless, but were coated with bright blue dye, so it would be obvious if someone were hit by one. In addition, she had some large nets which could be thrown over captives.
She had to mark six victims with the blue paint, or catch them in nets, before running out of arrows or nets. If she failed, she would be made to undergo the combined tickling that the six would have gotten.
If an arrow hit one of the waitresses, or even a white-coated employee, they’d be tickle tortured, but not sent to the Games. If a customer were hit, they’d have their cleaning bill taken care of, and be given free membership in the Private Lounge.
The vibrating floor was set to maximum intensity, but arranged to pulse on and off at unexpected intervals. The nude victims began to laugh and squirm, shifting from one foot to the other.
Just before the hunt began, there was a last minute surprise as two employees removed the sandals from the girls assigned to pull the chariot.
**************************
There was pandemonium. The fleeing victims never thought to unite against Anita, but only of their desperate attempts to escape. The only coordinated action any of them took was when two of them grabbed a third girl and held her down on the wickedly vibrating floor, making her an easy target. They hoped to supply enough easy targets that they would be spared.
Anita quickly marked the girl who was held down; but she also go one of the devious girls who had held her. The third arrow missed the other captor, and hit a waitress who was going about her business innocently. (The waitresses too had to struggle to walk on the extra intensely vibrating floor).
Three arrows in a row went wide; then two hits. Two arrows left, and two more victims needed. The girls pulling the chariot were in hysterics, unable to keep to a straight course, and Anita was jostled and had great difficulty aiming.
Another miss, and then the last arrow got a fifth victim. In desperation, Anita jumped from the chariot with a net, and wrestled another girl to the floor. It was an intense tickle wrestle, with both rolling on the vibrating floor, but finally Anita got the net over the final victim, just as the time limit ran out.
The six captives were led away to the lobby, to be bound in embarrassing and vulnerable display for the rest of the eventing. The employee in charge neglected to put up the “look but don’t touch” sign. She knew she might get in trouble with management; but since one of the captives was her best friend’s younger sister, she thought she’d take the risk.
Anita was hailed as the victor. The poor girls who had pulled the chariot, doing their best in their hysteria, were shocked to find themselves tied up and delivered to the six girls who had escaped the arrows.
*******************
As Anne and Kerri were leaving, their new friend pointed out two pairs of feet sticking through openings in the wall. On a shelf below them were an assortment of brushes and feathers. On each foot someone had cruelly written “PLEASE?” in fine-point pen.
Kerri said “Wow! Do you want to ....?”
Anne thought of her best friends abuse on the long ago camping trip, and how horrified she had been at the thought of writing on feet. But, despite her natural sympathy, excited and intrigued by all she had seen that night, almost agains her will she tickled one pair of feet. The squirmed desperately, having been liberally coated with sensitizing lotion.
As they started to walk away, the feet began to squirm again, even more than when they had been tickled. There was obviously tickling going on behind the wall.
The white-coat said to Anne “remember I said Lora and Jo had one chance to escape? That was their feet. The were promised if they could lie still for an hour, we’d consider them sufficiently punished; but if they moved, they were in for it. The hour was almost up, but you just doomed one of them to service in the Private Lounge.”
end of Part 4
The story that inspired this is here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?245581-Anita-s-New-Employment-F-M-*-f
Previous parts here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?251804-Anita-s-Place-of-Employment-part-1
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?252022-Anita-s-Place-of-Employment-part-2
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?253296-Anita-s-Place-of-Employment-part-3
The intermission was over. A series of ticklish girls were on a conveyor belt inspired by a car wash. They passed a series of spinning brushes, jets of warm and cold water, puffs of warn and cold air, and more brushes. Towards the end of the belt, they passed under a series of hanging wires, some hot, some cold, some vibrating, and a few mildly electrified. At the end of the belt, seemingly at random, some slid to the right where they landed on a pile of pillows, giggling and trying to catch their breaths. Some went to the left and landed in a tank of pink liquid.
While the victims were led away, some to a well-earned rest, and others to be prepared for further teasing, the white-coated staff member returned to Kerri and Anne’s table. “That conveyor was Lisbeth’s latest invention. No matter what she comes up with, a little part of me says ‘Me next! Me next!’ But of course I could never stand it.
“But wait till you see tonight’s finale; Lizbeth has outdone herself.”
A spotlight illuminated the area near their table. Jo the waitress-trainee was led out. When they had last seen her, she was dying of embarrassment in a tiny loincloth. Now she had been allowed to wear brief shorts, and for the first time in her employment, sandals and a t-shirt. The shirt was cropped very short, but it was more than she had ever been allowed before.
Next, Lora, her trainer, was led out. And she had nothing but a G-string on. Anne said “that’s so unfair!” But Kerri said “Unfairness is what’s so much fun about this place.”
The white-coat said “Lora signed her weekly contract extension without reading the fine print. She foolishly assumed it was the same terms as she’s always had before.”
Lora was made to kneel on a padded bench, with her bare feet sticking out behind her, while her wrists were secured above her head. Jo was given a supply of brushes, feathers, and vibrating tickle sticks.
“They’ve been told different things” the white-coat confided to Anne and Kerri. “Jo’s been told that if she can’t make Lora safeword, we’re going to assign Lora to the Private Lounge. Permanently. And Lora’s been told that if she DOES safeword, Jo will be sent to the sub-basement over at the Tickle Shop.”
Jo idolized Lora; but thinking it was for her own good, she went after every sensitive spot with as much wickedness as she could muster. Lora howled with laugher, squirmed as much as her bonds would allow, and begged for a time out.
Kerri became more and more excited. Anne was filled with sympathy for both poor girls; but yet she wouldn’t have missed the show for the world.
Finally, Lora screamed “chicken out!” and the relentless tickling stopped. Employees immediately led both girls away, to a low door at the end of the room. The employees’ entrance to the Private Lounge. Jo’s shirt, shorts, and sandals; and Lora’s G-string joined the panties, bras, and various bits of fabric scattered around the door. As they were made to crawl into their new assignment, several employees gave the soles of their feet a quick tickle.
“Poor kids”, said Kerri and Anne’s white-coated table mate. “They don’t know it yet, but they have one chance to escape there and get back to working in this room. Here, at least, for the most part the customers keep their hands to themselves. Over there, they can tickle both waitresses and entertainers as much as they want.”
************************
The various platforms, tanks, and the conveyor belt had been removed from the central space. Twelve nude victims entered. Six of them had a dark band around one ankle and one wrist, signifying their normal assignment in the Private Lounge. The others were entertainers from the general area.
“Ladies and gentlemen, for tonight’s finale, we are going to choose six lucky girls to take part in our new venture, our Tickle Survivor Game. It will have some elements in common with a popular trilogy of novels and movies, but with a lot more laughter.
“The six selected tonight will join 18 others from our other locations around the country
in an amazing and hysterically funny event to be held next month.”
A door opened wide at the end of room, and in came a “chariot”. It was drawn by two girls, naked except for sandals (to protect them from the vibrating, tickling floor). What looked like reins were actually the wires that controlled the tickle sticks attached to especially sensitive areas. Driving the chariot, dressed in flowing, almost transparent robes, was Anita, the new sensation of the club.
She was provided with a bow and 10 soft-tipped arrows, which were painless, but were coated with bright blue dye, so it would be obvious if someone were hit by one. In addition, she had some large nets which could be thrown over captives.
She had to mark six victims with the blue paint, or catch them in nets, before running out of arrows or nets. If she failed, she would be made to undergo the combined tickling that the six would have gotten.
If an arrow hit one of the waitresses, or even a white-coated employee, they’d be tickle tortured, but not sent to the Games. If a customer were hit, they’d have their cleaning bill taken care of, and be given free membership in the Private Lounge.
The vibrating floor was set to maximum intensity, but arranged to pulse on and off at unexpected intervals. The nude victims began to laugh and squirm, shifting from one foot to the other.
Just before the hunt began, there was a last minute surprise as two employees removed the sandals from the girls assigned to pull the chariot.
**************************
There was pandemonium. The fleeing victims never thought to unite against Anita, but only of their desperate attempts to escape. The only coordinated action any of them took was when two of them grabbed a third girl and held her down on the wickedly vibrating floor, making her an easy target. They hoped to supply enough easy targets that they would be spared.
Anita quickly marked the girl who was held down; but she also go one of the devious girls who had held her. The third arrow missed the other captor, and hit a waitress who was going about her business innocently. (The waitresses too had to struggle to walk on the extra intensely vibrating floor).
Three arrows in a row went wide; then two hits. Two arrows left, and two more victims needed. The girls pulling the chariot were in hysterics, unable to keep to a straight course, and Anita was jostled and had great difficulty aiming.
Another miss, and then the last arrow got a fifth victim. In desperation, Anita jumped from the chariot with a net, and wrestled another girl to the floor. It was an intense tickle wrestle, with both rolling on the vibrating floor, but finally Anita got the net over the final victim, just as the time limit ran out.
The six captives were led away to the lobby, to be bound in embarrassing and vulnerable display for the rest of the eventing. The employee in charge neglected to put up the “look but don’t touch” sign. She knew she might get in trouble with management; but since one of the captives was her best friend’s younger sister, she thought she’d take the risk.
Anita was hailed as the victor. The poor girls who had pulled the chariot, doing their best in their hysteria, were shocked to find themselves tied up and delivered to the six girls who had escaped the arrows.
*******************
As Anne and Kerri were leaving, their new friend pointed out two pairs of feet sticking through openings in the wall. On a shelf below them were an assortment of brushes and feathers. On each foot someone had cruelly written “PLEASE?” in fine-point pen.
Kerri said “Wow! Do you want to ....?”
Anne thought of her best friends abuse on the long ago camping trip, and how horrified she had been at the thought of writing on feet. But, despite her natural sympathy, excited and intrigued by all she had seen that night, almost agains her will she tickled one pair of feet. The squirmed desperately, having been liberally coated with sensitizing lotion.
As they started to walk away, the feet began to squirm again, even more than when they had been tickled. There was obviously tickling going on behind the wall.
The white-coat said to Anne “remember I said Lora and Jo had one chance to escape? That was their feet. The were promised if they could lie still for an hour, we’d consider them sufficiently punished; but if they moved, they were in for it. The hour was almost up, but you just doomed one of them to service in the Private Lounge.”
end of Part 4
