It all started on a normal kind of Thursday night.
My roommate had what I call his two "crack" friends over. Harmless and not bad guys, but when they get together, their recreational activities involve lots of weed. With work on Friday, I figured I'd give them space and live stream the game while hanging out at the office.
On the plus side, they had given me 36 bucks to clean out one of their bongs. Again, harmless but not the most capable guys and they scraped together all the money they had. With a hand full of plugged tubes, couple of pipe cleaners, battery powered detail brush, rags and my desktop monitor, I got to work. Fortunately everyone had left the office for the night so it would be quiet...or so I thought.
About mid way through the second quarter, I thought I heard the elevator and then a faint click of high heels on the lobby floor. There shouldn't be anyone left in the building, except maybe a custodian... or possibly the dragon lady.
The dragon lady, as we all came to know her, was our building's top level executive. She was brilliant, but unreasonably demanding, with a driven, impatient attitude. She got things done at the expense of many and was also married to the CEO. She was probably the sexiest woman I've ever seen. Every inch of her form was perfect. Beautiful face with equally beautiful hair always pulled up, but always photo-shoot ready. Her thin waist and gorgeous shape were strong, due to workouts and personal training. Whenever I saw her, she was usually bitching someone out but I couldn't help but stare at her amazing legs. She always wore the right length short skirt, sheer hose and killer high heels. Perfectly toned and ultimate feminine looking but unfortunately, she just had an intensely sharp edge to her. Good for me, I was only a low-level slack and didn't have to interact with her.
Just in case, I turned off the volume, changed my screen to a fake spreadsheet and slid the tubes and rags into the bottom desk drawer. Not a moment too soon as it ended up being the dragon lady. She stopped feet from my cubicle and shouted in an annoyed tone, "Is anybody here?!"
I realized I forgot the brush and pipe cleaners and stuck them in my back pocket as I quickly stood up to look. She snapped, "You? ...Is there anyone else here?"
"No" was about all I could bravely get out.
She sighed in a very pissed off way and stood there for a moment, as if calculating. Then looked a little disgusted and grunted saying, "Fine, you'll have to do." Then barked, "Come with me."
I wasn't sure what to do. Straightening my tie, I rushed to follow her, still with the tools in my back pocket. She moved quickly for someone in high heels and was griping the whole way to the elevator. I finally caught up to her just before she pushed the button, which led to an awkward moment standing with her while waiting for the door to open. I didn't dare stare at her legs and just looked at the ceiling until she turned toward me. It felt like she was sizing me up. "How long have you worked here?" she demanded.
"Two years"
"Why are you still here tonight? Did you screw something up?"
"No", I defended myself with a lie. "I'm just prepping spreadsheets for next quarter's reporting."
Fortunately the doors opened to break the discussion. Inside, she pressed the top floor. I had never been past floor 5. The ride took forever and once at the top floor, I followed her to the corner office. All the way, I watched her amazing legs. They were elegant and gracefully flowed from her short skirt to her spikey heels. Even sexier with the stockings she had on, a seam ran from her heels and disappeared up her skirt hem. The CEO was a very lucky man.
The office was huge with an incredible view of the city. One wall was full of diplomas, certificates, awards and trophies. The desk was large and modern with 2 visitor chairs. I could only imagine how many people had been verbally abused in them. There was a small meeting table and a sofa. She hit a switch and the window shades slowly closed. I just stood there wondering what was about to happen.
She closed the door and moved to the sofa where shockingly, she sat down and slipped off her high heels. I was speechless as I never imagined this happening.
"Sit down!" she commanded, and I immediately sat in a visitor chair.
"OVER HERE!" she yelled, annoyed. I quickly moved to the sofa and sat near her while I felt the brush stick my rear.
"I need you to tickle my feet."
Completely stunned, I couldn't believe my ears and had to replay it in my mind. The way she said it, so matter-of-factly, wasn't a request but seemed like a statement of acceptance. I had never had a woman ask me to tickle her, and in my wildest imagination, I had never fantasized the request would come from her lips.
"Look, I'll make it simple because I don't have time." She snapped, "My husband is on his way. He has a short window before flying back to Europe, I need to be ready to satisfy him. You seem smart enough to figure that out. Being tickled gets me ready, but I can't do it myself."
"Okay" I stammered, and she instantly rolled onto her stomach and put her amazing legs and feet in my lap. If being ready for him meant absolutely killing it in these stockings, then she nailed that part. The sexy seams ran to her toes, with a cuban heel and her soles extra reinforced with smooth black silk. I'd guess her feet were a size six, perfectly shaped and my hand could cover from her delicate heel, across her high arch to her adorable toes. Touching them was incredible and the bulge shot even harder in my pants when my finger tips glided along in anticipation of what I was asked to do.
She turned her head and barked, "Look, I don't need a message. Tickle me, already!"
A sudden idea, I reached the cordless brush in my pocket, turned it on and ran it down the center of her right sole. She jumped and shrieked and almost kicked me. "What the hell was that?", she let out a little laugh which I'd never heard her do. I was suddenly on fire by discovering my idea worked and by finding a weakness in her rigid demeanor.
Grabbing her right ankle, I danced the brush head over the pad of her smooth heel. Instantly, she burst out laughing and almost wiggled her way off the couch. Her legs were so strong and instinctively kicked away while almost jumping out of my grip. Still giggling, she steadied herself from falling and I re-positioned myself by sitting on the back of her dreamy calves to keep from getting kicked in the head. Now her perfect little feet lay soles-up and ready for the torture I was dying to give them.
Resuming, I plunged the brush back into her right sole while my left fingers started tickling her left arch like crazy. She exploded into laughter and bucked wildly, but nothing was going to shake my focus from attacking these little feet. Besides, she asked for it. Her toes curled and twitched, arches wrinkling through the silk, with one foot desperately trying to cover the other.
Switching focus I tightly held her left foot to be able to unleash the brush, and boy did I ever. She was laughing, gasping and shrieking non-stop and when I reached the ball of her foot she screamed,
"NOOOHOHOHOHOOOOO....AAAHAHAHAHAAA....STAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!!!", but I just kept going. The delicious sound of this powerful woman being helplessly reduced to laughs and giggles was intoxicating. Forcing her toes back to be able to tease them led to even bigger screams until her laughs went silent. Back to her right foot, I gave the same wicked treatment, and she may have been getting frantic. At this point, the brush was wearing down. I hadn't charged it fully for this type of fun.
My fingers took over and delighted in delivering more laughs. Tickling the tops of her feet caused her perfect little toes to flex while tickling the bottoms caused them to curl. I had fun with this while discovering her most sensitive spots.
All this time, she must have been flailing and grasping for anything because I was interrupted when one of her high heels bounced off the side of my head. I stopped and got off to check on her. She was a bit of a giggly mess, but also looked so incredibly hot - all flush with color and disheveled with her hair tossed. She actually looked human, but quickly composed herself. Standing up, she was petite without her heels on. But that didn't stop her from hauling off and slapping me.
"Why didn't you stop when I said to?!", she demanded, but I had no suitable answer as my giant woody was quickly shrinking.
"And what the hell were you tickling me with?!". I started to show her but suddenly her watch alarm went off.
'Damn it!!", she shouted and collected her shoes, then glared at me.
"Go...get out!!", she yelled. "You better not have made me late and I sure as hell better be able to have another orgasm, or you'll really pay!!".
I headed to the elevator door and back down to my reality, still dazed by her comment. Whatever would happen next didn't seem to matter. I just had the experience of a lifetime and brought the most powerful woman, the dragon lady, to her weakest human side, and maybe even to an orgasm-?. Worth every minute. Even if they weren't stoned, my roommate and his friends would never believe me. I hadn't finished putting tubes back together but once home, they were preoccupied and I crashed in my room without saying a word.
The next morning, I wasn't sure if I still had a job, but I went anyway in case I had to clean out my desk. Nothing seemed to have changed. It was like a usual Friday, until about 9:30. My boss came over to tell me I had been called to a meeting on the top floor. He said, "Not sure why they've asked for you, but good luck...and better suit up.". Good thing I hadn't dressed down for casual Friday.
I grabbed the blazer I kept hanging, straightened my tie, and headed up. When the doors opened, I was greeted by an angel. Head to toe gorgeous she was a younger version of the dragon lady with girl-next-door hazel eyes.
"Are you the 10:00?", she asked. At least I was referred to as a time and not with "...boy are you in trouble".
"Um, yes I believe I was asked to come up here."
"Right this way, she'll be with you shortly." I had walked the same path last night and followed while watching another pair of amazingly sexy legs strut in spiked heels. As she walked, she quietly said, "You're in luck, she seems to be in a good mood this morning." Looking around, the few people I saw watching me were all beautiful people. I was a stranger in their turf and I doubted they felt pity for me as I headed to the corner office. "You can have a seat, here.", the angel said, pointing to two chairs near her desk.
I waited and wondered, while I snuck peaks at the angel's legs under the desk. Her delicious heels had popped out of her shoes.
I was mesmerized...until the office door suddenly opened and a group came out, but not the dragon. The door stayed open and I sat until I felt a tap on my shoulder and the angel pointed and nodded toward the door. I dreaded entering but inside, dragon lady was facing the window.
"Close the door...please.", she said and I complied but was a little relieved she didn't yell and surprised she actually said "please". She faced me and she seemed to have a glow about her.
"All I will say about last night is, thankfully I wasn't late, and my husband was very happy. His demands with this company require a lot of travel. I need to be ready for the brief moments we get between his trips. I don't know what you were using, but it was effective." This was another surprising conversation I could never have imagined having with her, and still glad she wasn't screaming.
"I need you to keep this confidential. Have you mentioned anything about last night to anyone?"
"No, no one.", I answered and she seemed pleased. She was prettier when she smiled.
"Good, I need to count on you going forward. Can I?". Not completely sure she meant what I thought she meant, I just answered with, "Yes.".
"Okay, good.", and then she sprang into action. She picked up the phone and said, "Let's get you looking like you're part of this company.". When the person on the other end picked up she said, "I'm sending someone your way. Have him fitted for 10 days. Make sure he gets a phone...and a car." This instantly caught my attention. She hung up and said, "You need to be ready the moment I call. That means reliable car, and phone always on. Pick up some more of whatever you were using last night and make sure they work. Full confidentiality. Understand?"
"Understood.", I stated back like a newly minted cadet, starting to swell with the thought I would be tickling her again, at her request. The ultimate fantasy job.
"Any questions for me?", she asked with the hint our meeting was nearing its end.
"Can we figure out how to keep you from kicking me?", I asked simple enough. She looked directly to see if I was joking, but I wasn't, and she quickly realized I was actually serious. That made her laugh as she was thinking about it and she chuckled, "Yes, we'll figure that out. We're done for now. Be ready for 4:00 today. My husband flies in at 6:00. We meet uptown and you'll receive directions.". Now I was feeling like a secret agent, and a little wary that I already had my first assignment. I would never be allowed even the slightest screw up.
On the way out the door she said, "Oh yeah, sorry about the slap last night.", and she laughed, then snapped back strict and straight as she commanded the angel, "Call down to HR."
"Right away.", the angel answered as the office door closed. Then looked at me in awe and quietly whispered, "How did you do that?"
"Do what?", I whispered back.
"Get her to laugh."
If she only knew how much I had her laughing, and how much I would be making her laugh again.
Next came a blur. I met a team of people. Got 2 week's worth of wardrobe and a nice car (in my lifetime I probably would never have been able to get these), and a phone which instantly texted me a street address, room number, and reminder of 4:00 sharp, "DO NOT BE LATE". Of course I kept things quiet, even when my boss asked how things went. HR told him I would be assuming a role as a special assistant in a pilot training program and would be on call, effective immediately.
I got to the hotel early out of fear of being late, and hung out before heading up to the room at 3:45 with a bag of various devices I pulled together. Double checking the room number, I knocked on the door. From behind it I heard her say, "Good, you're on time.". The deadbolt unlocked and the door opened. Being busy with all that happened in the last few hours, I hadn't actually had a chance to prepare for this moment. She was captivating in very sexy black dress. heels and stockings.
"Let's get to it.", she said and slid onto the bed, taking off her heels.
I was speechless and just followed. I watched as she crawled down to the foot of the bed and reached for a case. Out of it, she pulled a small spreader bar with cuffs attached.
"This should help.", she smiled, handing it to me. Then she rolled around onto the bed and stretched out. I had a moment where I forgot who she was but caught myself from just diving onto her. I had to be professional and do my job. Buckling the ankle cuffs and staring at her graceful curves encased in the beautiful stockings, she said, "Make sure you get them secure. Otherwise, it's your fault if you get kicked.", and she giggled - very hot. "There are some straps under the mattress if you want to keep me from sliding."
This was making my heart pound and I quickly clipped the cuffs to the bed straps. Her feet were a perfect distance apart and somewhat stationary.
Looking at her tempting soles and little toes, I couldn't wait any longer and jumped right into finger tickling them. This caught her by surprise, too, and she shrieked and laughed. I was in heaven and my fingers dug and probed and teased and ferociously tickled across the slippery sheer film. Pulling out the cordless brush, I sent her to another level of delirium. Her shrieks and laughs were incredible and for a quick second, I wondered if people would hear through the walls. She seemed to be enjoying it and I found I couldn't contain my curiosity as I moved a hand up her sexy leg to the back of her knee.
"Hey!....EEEEHEEE...AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!", the sound was delicious and I tickled the soft hollow beween her strong tendons while still tickling her foot. Then, abandoning her feet I focused on the backs of her legs. They were equally sexy and as horribly ticklish as her feet.
"STOP!!!", she laughed and was gasping for air. Knowing she could fire me at any moment, I stopped.
"The plan is for you to tickle my feet, no?", she giggled, between breaths. I thought hard about my next move and the incredible beauty laying before me, and realized I didn't care about the risk. "The plan is to get you ready.", I stated while resting both hands along the back of her silky thighs. Her reaction made it clear she was trying to hide something.
"DON'T YOU DARE...", she started and then erupted as I squeezed my fingers into the most amazing thigh muscles I've ever felt. It was if I detonated a tickle bomb. She let out the most ear-splitting shriek and wiggled and struggled to flip over as I continued to knead and dance my fingers into her gorgeous thighs. I was losing my mind under this new found devestation of such a powerful woman. Slowly I moved my fingers up to the tops of her stockings and began to touch the smooth skin peeking out from the top of the purple lace band. Her arms struggled as she was now in tickle distress while I inched so close to her pert little ass.
Suddenly, the room phone rang and shocked both of us. I jumped up as she gasped, "Stop, stop, STOP!", this sounded urgent and I immediately began to undo the ankle cuffs. She rolled over and began looking for her heels.
"I told the driver to ring when they were leaving the airport.", she explained while rushing to the bathroom.
"Shit!", she yelled, "You made me look like a mess!"
"That's impossible.", blurted out of me from nowhere.
"What?!", she snapped stepping out of the bathroom to glare at me.
"You look so stunningly beautiful.", again my mouth blurted before my mind could catch up. This seemed to catch her off guard, and her tone softened for a moment, it almost looked like she was blushing until she still resumed her authority.
"I have about 15 minutes. Thank you. You should head out, now.", and she closed the bathroom door.
It was quiet for a few days after. No texts or meeting locations. Then one day, the dragon lady stopped on our floor. Everyone did their best to look busy, or hide in the bathroom. She moved quick and pulled me from a staff meeting while my boss just stopped and stood in silence.
"You!", she barked, "Come with me!". I got up to follow and could hear the rest of the staff whispering as I left. Guessing they were all glad it was me and not them. She was in a hurry and we caught the elevator down to the main lobby, out the door and into a limo. Inside the tinted windows, she explained, "Sorry about the show. I still have a reputation to maintain. My husband is on his way and I'm gonna need you to be quick." She looked amazing as always with her trademark high heels. Red skirt and jacket over a white blouse with dark tan hose made her look corporate and sexy all at once. Instead of slipping off her heels, she kneeled on the seat , took off her jacket and lifted her skirt, revealing she was wearing thigh-highs.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've only got about 5 minutes. You'll have to tickle that spot behind my legs.", and she leaned her sexy frame across my lap. Wanting to do a good job, I delivered a shock to those gorgeous legs. She laughed hard, squirmed, and kicked while I dodged those heels from catching my head. A short three minutes later, she was giggling and straightening herself.
"Well done.", her tone was grateful. "You okay to get back to work?", she chuckled as she could clearly see the boner in my pants.
"Yeah, I'm good.", I offered.
"Okay.", and then she teased as she touched up her lipstick, "Now get out and good luck keeping the weapon concealed."
Back at work, people seemed shocked I hadn't been fired. It wasn't the last time I was pulled from staff meetings and I was beginning to build my own reputation of having a magic touch. If only they knew how magic. With a new look, a new car, and the ability to escape the dragon wrath, people in the building were beginning to wonder who I was. For months, I continued to enjoy doing a great job and kept the dragon tamed while keeping her and her husband happy.
I made sure I was always available and punctual, which sometimes caused problems. Like the time I had to leave courtside seats to fly to a conference. Or the countless middle-of-the-night runs to hotel rooms, while I was still half asleep. Once, I left a ball game to stop at a corporate dinner, meeting her in her limo in the middle of dessert so she could be ready. Again, she was stunning in sun dress and gorgeous white pumps with a delicate leather flower on each. Ticklish toes in tan nylon were such a delight.
Even with the inconvenience of having to drop what I was doing, I was having the time of my life and still told no one. Plus, the raises and bonuses continued to come and I was able to move into an apartment of my own.
I got a great bonus after I made a trip to a ski outing they planned. She looked amazing in casual clothes - perfectly tight jeans and spiked boots. I (professionally) watched her strip to her lingerie and proceeded to destroy her by discovering new tickle spots.She tried some new tricks by warming her stockinged legs and feet in the jacuzzi. Her wet legs looked even more amazing while being wet and slippery - an interesting twist in teasing giggles and laughs out of her.
Only problem was the warning came late while her husband was early. The driver called when they were pulling into the driveway. In a panic, I ended up helping her cleanup and getting re-composed, but only had enough time to grab my stuff and climb out a window, forgetting the keys to the rental I parked out of sight. Nothing like standing out in freezing weather, knee-deep in snow. After about an hour and a half, she must have discovered when I saw the bathroom window crack open and the keys drop into the snow.
And so, I wait for my next assignment, my next fantasy. Sometimes I wait for days.
Other times, it's hours, or in a pinch I need to be ready in minutes.
BzzzzzzBzzzzzzz
A sudden text, "Need U at Plaza...Room 1242...20 min...bring tools"
Well...duty calls. Gotta go. Can't be late!
My roommate had what I call his two "crack" friends over. Harmless and not bad guys, but when they get together, their recreational activities involve lots of weed. With work on Friday, I figured I'd give them space and live stream the game while hanging out at the office.
On the plus side, they had given me 36 bucks to clean out one of their bongs. Again, harmless but not the most capable guys and they scraped together all the money they had. With a hand full of plugged tubes, couple of pipe cleaners, battery powered detail brush, rags and my desktop monitor, I got to work. Fortunately everyone had left the office for the night so it would be quiet...or so I thought.
About mid way through the second quarter, I thought I heard the elevator and then a faint click of high heels on the lobby floor. There shouldn't be anyone left in the building, except maybe a custodian... or possibly the dragon lady.
The dragon lady, as we all came to know her, was our building's top level executive. She was brilliant, but unreasonably demanding, with a driven, impatient attitude. She got things done at the expense of many and was also married to the CEO. She was probably the sexiest woman I've ever seen. Every inch of her form was perfect. Beautiful face with equally beautiful hair always pulled up, but always photo-shoot ready. Her thin waist and gorgeous shape were strong, due to workouts and personal training. Whenever I saw her, she was usually bitching someone out but I couldn't help but stare at her amazing legs. She always wore the right length short skirt, sheer hose and killer high heels. Perfectly toned and ultimate feminine looking but unfortunately, she just had an intensely sharp edge to her. Good for me, I was only a low-level slack and didn't have to interact with her.
Just in case, I turned off the volume, changed my screen to a fake spreadsheet and slid the tubes and rags into the bottom desk drawer. Not a moment too soon as it ended up being the dragon lady. She stopped feet from my cubicle and shouted in an annoyed tone, "Is anybody here?!"
I realized I forgot the brush and pipe cleaners and stuck them in my back pocket as I quickly stood up to look. She snapped, "You? ...Is there anyone else here?"
"No" was about all I could bravely get out.
She sighed in a very pissed off way and stood there for a moment, as if calculating. Then looked a little disgusted and grunted saying, "Fine, you'll have to do." Then barked, "Come with me."
I wasn't sure what to do. Straightening my tie, I rushed to follow her, still with the tools in my back pocket. She moved quickly for someone in high heels and was griping the whole way to the elevator. I finally caught up to her just before she pushed the button, which led to an awkward moment standing with her while waiting for the door to open. I didn't dare stare at her legs and just looked at the ceiling until she turned toward me. It felt like she was sizing me up. "How long have you worked here?" she demanded.
"Two years"
"Why are you still here tonight? Did you screw something up?"
"No", I defended myself with a lie. "I'm just prepping spreadsheets for next quarter's reporting."
Fortunately the doors opened to break the discussion. Inside, she pressed the top floor. I had never been past floor 5. The ride took forever and once at the top floor, I followed her to the corner office. All the way, I watched her amazing legs. They were elegant and gracefully flowed from her short skirt to her spikey heels. Even sexier with the stockings she had on, a seam ran from her heels and disappeared up her skirt hem. The CEO was a very lucky man.
The office was huge with an incredible view of the city. One wall was full of diplomas, certificates, awards and trophies. The desk was large and modern with 2 visitor chairs. I could only imagine how many people had been verbally abused in them. There was a small meeting table and a sofa. She hit a switch and the window shades slowly closed. I just stood there wondering what was about to happen.
She closed the door and moved to the sofa where shockingly, she sat down and slipped off her high heels. I was speechless as I never imagined this happening.
"Sit down!" she commanded, and I immediately sat in a visitor chair.
"OVER HERE!" she yelled, annoyed. I quickly moved to the sofa and sat near her while I felt the brush stick my rear.
"I need you to tickle my feet."
Completely stunned, I couldn't believe my ears and had to replay it in my mind. The way she said it, so matter-of-factly, wasn't a request but seemed like a statement of acceptance. I had never had a woman ask me to tickle her, and in my wildest imagination, I had never fantasized the request would come from her lips.
"Look, I'll make it simple because I don't have time." She snapped, "My husband is on his way. He has a short window before flying back to Europe, I need to be ready to satisfy him. You seem smart enough to figure that out. Being tickled gets me ready, but I can't do it myself."
"Okay" I stammered, and she instantly rolled onto her stomach and put her amazing legs and feet in my lap. If being ready for him meant absolutely killing it in these stockings, then she nailed that part. The sexy seams ran to her toes, with a cuban heel and her soles extra reinforced with smooth black silk. I'd guess her feet were a size six, perfectly shaped and my hand could cover from her delicate heel, across her high arch to her adorable toes. Touching them was incredible and the bulge shot even harder in my pants when my finger tips glided along in anticipation of what I was asked to do.
She turned her head and barked, "Look, I don't need a message. Tickle me, already!"
A sudden idea, I reached the cordless brush in my pocket, turned it on and ran it down the center of her right sole. She jumped and shrieked and almost kicked me. "What the hell was that?", she let out a little laugh which I'd never heard her do. I was suddenly on fire by discovering my idea worked and by finding a weakness in her rigid demeanor.
Grabbing her right ankle, I danced the brush head over the pad of her smooth heel. Instantly, she burst out laughing and almost wiggled her way off the couch. Her legs were so strong and instinctively kicked away while almost jumping out of my grip. Still giggling, she steadied herself from falling and I re-positioned myself by sitting on the back of her dreamy calves to keep from getting kicked in the head. Now her perfect little feet lay soles-up and ready for the torture I was dying to give them.
Resuming, I plunged the brush back into her right sole while my left fingers started tickling her left arch like crazy. She exploded into laughter and bucked wildly, but nothing was going to shake my focus from attacking these little feet. Besides, she asked for it. Her toes curled and twitched, arches wrinkling through the silk, with one foot desperately trying to cover the other.
Switching focus I tightly held her left foot to be able to unleash the brush, and boy did I ever. She was laughing, gasping and shrieking non-stop and when I reached the ball of her foot she screamed,
"NOOOHOHOHOHOOOOO....AAAHAHAHAHAAA....STAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!!!", but I just kept going. The delicious sound of this powerful woman being helplessly reduced to laughs and giggles was intoxicating. Forcing her toes back to be able to tease them led to even bigger screams until her laughs went silent. Back to her right foot, I gave the same wicked treatment, and she may have been getting frantic. At this point, the brush was wearing down. I hadn't charged it fully for this type of fun.
My fingers took over and delighted in delivering more laughs. Tickling the tops of her feet caused her perfect little toes to flex while tickling the bottoms caused them to curl. I had fun with this while discovering her most sensitive spots.
All this time, she must have been flailing and grasping for anything because I was interrupted when one of her high heels bounced off the side of my head. I stopped and got off to check on her. She was a bit of a giggly mess, but also looked so incredibly hot - all flush with color and disheveled with her hair tossed. She actually looked human, but quickly composed herself. Standing up, she was petite without her heels on. But that didn't stop her from hauling off and slapping me.
"Why didn't you stop when I said to?!", she demanded, but I had no suitable answer as my giant woody was quickly shrinking.
"And what the hell were you tickling me with?!". I started to show her but suddenly her watch alarm went off.
'Damn it!!", she shouted and collected her shoes, then glared at me.
"Go...get out!!", she yelled. "You better not have made me late and I sure as hell better be able to have another orgasm, or you'll really pay!!".
I headed to the elevator door and back down to my reality, still dazed by her comment. Whatever would happen next didn't seem to matter. I just had the experience of a lifetime and brought the most powerful woman, the dragon lady, to her weakest human side, and maybe even to an orgasm-?. Worth every minute. Even if they weren't stoned, my roommate and his friends would never believe me. I hadn't finished putting tubes back together but once home, they were preoccupied and I crashed in my room without saying a word.
The next morning, I wasn't sure if I still had a job, but I went anyway in case I had to clean out my desk. Nothing seemed to have changed. It was like a usual Friday, until about 9:30. My boss came over to tell me I had been called to a meeting on the top floor. He said, "Not sure why they've asked for you, but good luck...and better suit up.". Good thing I hadn't dressed down for casual Friday.
I grabbed the blazer I kept hanging, straightened my tie, and headed up. When the doors opened, I was greeted by an angel. Head to toe gorgeous she was a younger version of the dragon lady with girl-next-door hazel eyes.
"Are you the 10:00?", she asked. At least I was referred to as a time and not with "...boy are you in trouble".
"Um, yes I believe I was asked to come up here."
"Right this way, she'll be with you shortly." I had walked the same path last night and followed while watching another pair of amazingly sexy legs strut in spiked heels. As she walked, she quietly said, "You're in luck, she seems to be in a good mood this morning." Looking around, the few people I saw watching me were all beautiful people. I was a stranger in their turf and I doubted they felt pity for me as I headed to the corner office. "You can have a seat, here.", the angel said, pointing to two chairs near her desk.
I waited and wondered, while I snuck peaks at the angel's legs under the desk. Her delicious heels had popped out of her shoes.
I was mesmerized...until the office door suddenly opened and a group came out, but not the dragon. The door stayed open and I sat until I felt a tap on my shoulder and the angel pointed and nodded toward the door. I dreaded entering but inside, dragon lady was facing the window.
"Close the door...please.", she said and I complied but was a little relieved she didn't yell and surprised she actually said "please". She faced me and she seemed to have a glow about her.
"All I will say about last night is, thankfully I wasn't late, and my husband was very happy. His demands with this company require a lot of travel. I need to be ready for the brief moments we get between his trips. I don't know what you were using, but it was effective." This was another surprising conversation I could never have imagined having with her, and still glad she wasn't screaming.
"I need you to keep this confidential. Have you mentioned anything about last night to anyone?"
"No, no one.", I answered and she seemed pleased. She was prettier when she smiled.
"Good, I need to count on you going forward. Can I?". Not completely sure she meant what I thought she meant, I just answered with, "Yes.".
"Okay, good.", and then she sprang into action. She picked up the phone and said, "Let's get you looking like you're part of this company.". When the person on the other end picked up she said, "I'm sending someone your way. Have him fitted for 10 days. Make sure he gets a phone...and a car." This instantly caught my attention. She hung up and said, "You need to be ready the moment I call. That means reliable car, and phone always on. Pick up some more of whatever you were using last night and make sure they work. Full confidentiality. Understand?"
"Understood.", I stated back like a newly minted cadet, starting to swell with the thought I would be tickling her again, at her request. The ultimate fantasy job.
"Any questions for me?", she asked with the hint our meeting was nearing its end.
"Can we figure out how to keep you from kicking me?", I asked simple enough. She looked directly to see if I was joking, but I wasn't, and she quickly realized I was actually serious. That made her laugh as she was thinking about it and she chuckled, "Yes, we'll figure that out. We're done for now. Be ready for 4:00 today. My husband flies in at 6:00. We meet uptown and you'll receive directions.". Now I was feeling like a secret agent, and a little wary that I already had my first assignment. I would never be allowed even the slightest screw up.
On the way out the door she said, "Oh yeah, sorry about the slap last night.", and she laughed, then snapped back strict and straight as she commanded the angel, "Call down to HR."
"Right away.", the angel answered as the office door closed. Then looked at me in awe and quietly whispered, "How did you do that?"
"Do what?", I whispered back.
"Get her to laugh."
If she only knew how much I had her laughing, and how much I would be making her laugh again.
Next came a blur. I met a team of people. Got 2 week's worth of wardrobe and a nice car (in my lifetime I probably would never have been able to get these), and a phone which instantly texted me a street address, room number, and reminder of 4:00 sharp, "DO NOT BE LATE". Of course I kept things quiet, even when my boss asked how things went. HR told him I would be assuming a role as a special assistant in a pilot training program and would be on call, effective immediately.
I got to the hotel early out of fear of being late, and hung out before heading up to the room at 3:45 with a bag of various devices I pulled together. Double checking the room number, I knocked on the door. From behind it I heard her say, "Good, you're on time.". The deadbolt unlocked and the door opened. Being busy with all that happened in the last few hours, I hadn't actually had a chance to prepare for this moment. She was captivating in very sexy black dress. heels and stockings.
"Let's get to it.", she said and slid onto the bed, taking off her heels.
I was speechless and just followed. I watched as she crawled down to the foot of the bed and reached for a case. Out of it, she pulled a small spreader bar with cuffs attached.
"This should help.", she smiled, handing it to me. Then she rolled around onto the bed and stretched out. I had a moment where I forgot who she was but caught myself from just diving onto her. I had to be professional and do my job. Buckling the ankle cuffs and staring at her graceful curves encased in the beautiful stockings, she said, "Make sure you get them secure. Otherwise, it's your fault if you get kicked.", and she giggled - very hot. "There are some straps under the mattress if you want to keep me from sliding."
This was making my heart pound and I quickly clipped the cuffs to the bed straps. Her feet were a perfect distance apart and somewhat stationary.
Looking at her tempting soles and little toes, I couldn't wait any longer and jumped right into finger tickling them. This caught her by surprise, too, and she shrieked and laughed. I was in heaven and my fingers dug and probed and teased and ferociously tickled across the slippery sheer film. Pulling out the cordless brush, I sent her to another level of delirium. Her shrieks and laughs were incredible and for a quick second, I wondered if people would hear through the walls. She seemed to be enjoying it and I found I couldn't contain my curiosity as I moved a hand up her sexy leg to the back of her knee.
"Hey!....EEEEHEEE...AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!", the sound was delicious and I tickled the soft hollow beween her strong tendons while still tickling her foot. Then, abandoning her feet I focused on the backs of her legs. They were equally sexy and as horribly ticklish as her feet.
"STOP!!!", she laughed and was gasping for air. Knowing she could fire me at any moment, I stopped.
"The plan is for you to tickle my feet, no?", she giggled, between breaths. I thought hard about my next move and the incredible beauty laying before me, and realized I didn't care about the risk. "The plan is to get you ready.", I stated while resting both hands along the back of her silky thighs. Her reaction made it clear she was trying to hide something.
"DON'T YOU DARE...", she started and then erupted as I squeezed my fingers into the most amazing thigh muscles I've ever felt. It was if I detonated a tickle bomb. She let out the most ear-splitting shriek and wiggled and struggled to flip over as I continued to knead and dance my fingers into her gorgeous thighs. I was losing my mind under this new found devestation of such a powerful woman. Slowly I moved my fingers up to the tops of her stockings and began to touch the smooth skin peeking out from the top of the purple lace band. Her arms struggled as she was now in tickle distress while I inched so close to her pert little ass.
Suddenly, the room phone rang and shocked both of us. I jumped up as she gasped, "Stop, stop, STOP!", this sounded urgent and I immediately began to undo the ankle cuffs. She rolled over and began looking for her heels.
"I told the driver to ring when they were leaving the airport.", she explained while rushing to the bathroom.
"Shit!", she yelled, "You made me look like a mess!"
"That's impossible.", blurted out of me from nowhere.
"What?!", she snapped stepping out of the bathroom to glare at me.
"You look so stunningly beautiful.", again my mouth blurted before my mind could catch up. This seemed to catch her off guard, and her tone softened for a moment, it almost looked like she was blushing until she still resumed her authority.
"I have about 15 minutes. Thank you. You should head out, now.", and she closed the bathroom door.
It was quiet for a few days after. No texts or meeting locations. Then one day, the dragon lady stopped on our floor. Everyone did their best to look busy, or hide in the bathroom. She moved quick and pulled me from a staff meeting while my boss just stopped and stood in silence.
"You!", she barked, "Come with me!". I got up to follow and could hear the rest of the staff whispering as I left. Guessing they were all glad it was me and not them. She was in a hurry and we caught the elevator down to the main lobby, out the door and into a limo. Inside the tinted windows, she explained, "Sorry about the show. I still have a reputation to maintain. My husband is on his way and I'm gonna need you to be quick." She looked amazing as always with her trademark high heels. Red skirt and jacket over a white blouse with dark tan hose made her look corporate and sexy all at once. Instead of slipping off her heels, she kneeled on the seat , took off her jacket and lifted her skirt, revealing she was wearing thigh-highs.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've only got about 5 minutes. You'll have to tickle that spot behind my legs.", and she leaned her sexy frame across my lap. Wanting to do a good job, I delivered a shock to those gorgeous legs. She laughed hard, squirmed, and kicked while I dodged those heels from catching my head. A short three minutes later, she was giggling and straightening herself.
"Well done.", her tone was grateful. "You okay to get back to work?", she chuckled as she could clearly see the boner in my pants.
"Yeah, I'm good.", I offered.
"Okay.", and then she teased as she touched up her lipstick, "Now get out and good luck keeping the weapon concealed."
Back at work, people seemed shocked I hadn't been fired. It wasn't the last time I was pulled from staff meetings and I was beginning to build my own reputation of having a magic touch. If only they knew how magic. With a new look, a new car, and the ability to escape the dragon wrath, people in the building were beginning to wonder who I was. For months, I continued to enjoy doing a great job and kept the dragon tamed while keeping her and her husband happy.
I made sure I was always available and punctual, which sometimes caused problems. Like the time I had to leave courtside seats to fly to a conference. Or the countless middle-of-the-night runs to hotel rooms, while I was still half asleep. Once, I left a ball game to stop at a corporate dinner, meeting her in her limo in the middle of dessert so she could be ready. Again, she was stunning in sun dress and gorgeous white pumps with a delicate leather flower on each. Ticklish toes in tan nylon were such a delight.
Even with the inconvenience of having to drop what I was doing, I was having the time of my life and still told no one. Plus, the raises and bonuses continued to come and I was able to move into an apartment of my own.
I got a great bonus after I made a trip to a ski outing they planned. She looked amazing in casual clothes - perfectly tight jeans and spiked boots. I (professionally) watched her strip to her lingerie and proceeded to destroy her by discovering new tickle spots.She tried some new tricks by warming her stockinged legs and feet in the jacuzzi. Her wet legs looked even more amazing while being wet and slippery - an interesting twist in teasing giggles and laughs out of her.
Only problem was the warning came late while her husband was early. The driver called when they were pulling into the driveway. In a panic, I ended up helping her cleanup and getting re-composed, but only had enough time to grab my stuff and climb out a window, forgetting the keys to the rental I parked out of sight. Nothing like standing out in freezing weather, knee-deep in snow. After about an hour and a half, she must have discovered when I saw the bathroom window crack open and the keys drop into the snow.
And so, I wait for my next assignment, my next fantasy. Sometimes I wait for days.
Other times, it's hours, or in a pinch I need to be ready in minutes.
BzzzzzzBzzzzzzz
A sudden text, "Need U at Plaza...Room 1242...20 min...bring tools"
Well...duty calls. Gotta go. Can't be late!
