Breanna had become acquainted to her new team and actually enjoyed played in New York more than she initially thought. 6 weeks into the season, she was suffering from Plantar Fasciitis and needed to spend some time with the trainer.
Today was Breanna’s first day seeing the trainer about the issue. The way the schedules lined up, the trainer had to tend to Breanna during the team’s film session. This situation wasn’t out of the ordinary, there was a few trainers tables along the wall to the side of where the team sat when they watched game film.
The girls filed into their seats, Breanna laid stomach down on the trainers table to the right of where all the girls sat. She used a pillow to prop her head up to watch film. Breanna was wearing a navy hoodie, gray jogger sweatpants and Nike socks.
The trainer came in and tapped Breanna on the calf.
“You ready?” She asked “slide down and let your feet hang of the end of the table.”
The head trainer for the NY liberty was a woman named marissa. An attractive woman in her late 30s, marissa was working her dream an an athletic trainer working with professional athletes. She turned on the electro-massage therapy machine, warming it up for Breannas therapy session.
Breanna slid down a bit per Marissa’s request. She felt Marissa reach up underneath her sweatpants to pull off her right sock, then her left. Marissa started down at Breannas large, size 12 feet. She kept good care of her feet for an athlete. Not a lot of calluses or rough patches.
“Which foot is it?” Marissa whispered.
“The right” Breanna replied
The Liberty coach was standing up in front of the team breaking down the film. She was grilling the girls after a hard loss. Quizzing then in defensive assignment and other things.
Breanna felt Marissa start massaging the bottom of her right foot. She wasn’t pressing hard enough. The gentle touch was driving Breanna insane. She slid her face down so the pillow covered her mouth, but she could still keep an eye on Coach.
Marissa massaged the arch of Breannas foot. She was running a warming lotion into the affected area before applying the the therapy pen. She felt Breannas foot twitch a bit as her thumbs massages the bare sole. Her thumbnail accidentally grazed Breannas arch causing Breanna to jerk her foot away.
“Sorry.” Marissa whispered
The massage therapy machine was done warming up. Marissa picked up what looked like a six inch silver pen with a small ball at the end. She would apply this to the affected area of the foot. It sent electrodes deep into the tendons and muscles of the foot to start the healing process of the plantar fasciitis.
Marissa applied the pen to Breanna’s arch. Breanna’s upper body twisted and she bent her left leg up to relieve some of the tickle induced tension. Marissa made one swoop with the pen along the arch causing Bri to bend her right leg this time to pull her foot away. Marissa waited for Breanna to put her foot back down. This time, she placed her left hand under Breannas ankle to keep it in place. With her right hand she applied the pen back to Breanna’s arch.
No one in the room, except for Marissa, could notice yet, but Breanna was struggling to keep her composure. She locked her fingers tight under her pillow kept her mouth buried to hold in the giggles.
Marissa let the pen glide in the The bottom of Breannas foot from the heel, across her arch and to the ball. She felt Breanna try and pull her foot away again but she kept it still.
“Your feet are so ticklish” Marissa whispered.
She continued running the pen along Breanna’s arch, wondering when the girl would finally break and start giggling. Breanna’s entire body was squirming now. Her upper body rotated back and forth. Her left foot instinctively kicked the pen and covered up her right foot. Marissa gave her a couple second break after the kick. She tugged on Breanna’s leg to have to slide down the table a bit further. She took Breanna’s foot into her lap and rotated a bit so her back would block the left foot. Marissa grabbed her ankle again with her left and and began using the pen along her arch. She held on tight to keep the foot still. Breanna twisted the tormented foot around in an attempt to dodge the pen. Marissa knew she was close. Not even 10 second later, Breanna broke. A loud girly squeal escaped her lips.
“Breanna please” the coach scorned her, annoyed by the distraction.
Marissa didn’t let up, she ran the pen along the base of breanas toes.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe” Breanna started giggling, her body was flopping all over the table. The team looked over and got a big kick out of the scene.
“What is the matter Breanna?” Head Coach Katie Smith asked
“I’m tickling her” Marissa said. Continuing to torment the giggling athlete.
“Seriously Bri? You’re that ticklish?” Coach Smith added
Breanna couldn’t answer. The rolled around on the table giggling.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”
Marissa ran the pen back along Breannas toes, hoping to elicit a stronger reaction. It worked. Breanna
bucked and kicked.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH
STTAAAAHAHAHAHAPPPP.”
“Okay okay give the poor girl a break Marissa”. Coach instructed. “Sit up Breanna” Coach Smith walked over to the table. She grabbed Breannas legs and shifted her around so Breannas legs rested on the pillow and her few hung off the edge. Breanna leaned back and out her arms behind her to keep herself up.
“I used to be a trainer back in the day” coach said. It’s the bottoms of your foot right?
“Yea” Breanna replied.
Coach inspected the bottom of Breanna’s feet.
“Oh wow you can see a bit of swelling here. Marissa come look at this.”
Marissa stood at Breannas left foot, coach held her right ankle in her hand.
“Look at the swelling on this foot compares to the left. This is bad, she’s going to have to keep on seeing you so we can get this thing healed”.
Coach locked eyes with Marissa and used a little head nod, motioning towards Breannas left foot. Marissa was on the same page. She picked up Breannas foot so now they each had one foot in their hand. They pulled Breannas ankles into their bodies to get a better grip and hold her feet steady.
“This is for disrupting my meeting Bri” coach said. She and Marissa scribbled their fingers all over the bottoms of Breanna’s feet. Breanna went berserk trying to pull her feet away. She fell back on the table and bucked up and down, howling with laughter.
“NooooHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed
Marissa and coach held on best they could, the tickling lasted about 40 seconds before Breanna was able to pull away.
“Your good for today” Marissa said to her. “Meet me back in my office tomorrow at 10:00 AM.
Today was Breanna’s first day seeing the trainer about the issue. The way the schedules lined up, the trainer had to tend to Breanna during the team’s film session. This situation wasn’t out of the ordinary, there was a few trainers tables along the wall to the side of where the team sat when they watched game film.
The girls filed into their seats, Breanna laid stomach down on the trainers table to the right of where all the girls sat. She used a pillow to prop her head up to watch film. Breanna was wearing a navy hoodie, gray jogger sweatpants and Nike socks.
The trainer came in and tapped Breanna on the calf.
“You ready?” She asked “slide down and let your feet hang of the end of the table.”
The head trainer for the NY liberty was a woman named marissa. An attractive woman in her late 30s, marissa was working her dream an an athletic trainer working with professional athletes. She turned on the electro-massage therapy machine, warming it up for Breannas therapy session.
Breanna slid down a bit per Marissa’s request. She felt Marissa reach up underneath her sweatpants to pull off her right sock, then her left. Marissa started down at Breannas large, size 12 feet. She kept good care of her feet for an athlete. Not a lot of calluses or rough patches.
“Which foot is it?” Marissa whispered.
“The right” Breanna replied
The Liberty coach was standing up in front of the team breaking down the film. She was grilling the girls after a hard loss. Quizzing then in defensive assignment and other things.
Breanna felt Marissa start massaging the bottom of her right foot. She wasn’t pressing hard enough. The gentle touch was driving Breanna insane. She slid her face down so the pillow covered her mouth, but she could still keep an eye on Coach.
Marissa massaged the arch of Breannas foot. She was running a warming lotion into the affected area before applying the the therapy pen. She felt Breannas foot twitch a bit as her thumbs massages the bare sole. Her thumbnail accidentally grazed Breannas arch causing Breanna to jerk her foot away.
“Sorry.” Marissa whispered
The massage therapy machine was done warming up. Marissa picked up what looked like a six inch silver pen with a small ball at the end. She would apply this to the affected area of the foot. It sent electrodes deep into the tendons and muscles of the foot to start the healing process of the plantar fasciitis.
Marissa applied the pen to Breanna’s arch. Breanna’s upper body twisted and she bent her left leg up to relieve some of the tickle induced tension. Marissa made one swoop with the pen along the arch causing Bri to bend her right leg this time to pull her foot away. Marissa waited for Breanna to put her foot back down. This time, she placed her left hand under Breannas ankle to keep it in place. With her right hand she applied the pen back to Breanna’s arch.
No one in the room, except for Marissa, could notice yet, but Breanna was struggling to keep her composure. She locked her fingers tight under her pillow kept her mouth buried to hold in the giggles.
Marissa let the pen glide in the The bottom of Breannas foot from the heel, across her arch and to the ball. She felt Breanna try and pull her foot away again but she kept it still.
“Your feet are so ticklish” Marissa whispered.
She continued running the pen along Breanna’s arch, wondering when the girl would finally break and start giggling. Breanna’s entire body was squirming now. Her upper body rotated back and forth. Her left foot instinctively kicked the pen and covered up her right foot. Marissa gave her a couple second break after the kick. She tugged on Breanna’s leg to have to slide down the table a bit further. She took Breanna’s foot into her lap and rotated a bit so her back would block the left foot. Marissa grabbed her ankle again with her left and and began using the pen along her arch. She held on tight to keep the foot still. Breanna twisted the tormented foot around in an attempt to dodge the pen. Marissa knew she was close. Not even 10 second later, Breanna broke. A loud girly squeal escaped her lips.
“Breanna please” the coach scorned her, annoyed by the distraction.
Marissa didn’t let up, she ran the pen along the base of breanas toes.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe” Breanna started giggling, her body was flopping all over the table. The team looked over and got a big kick out of the scene.
“What is the matter Breanna?” Head Coach Katie Smith asked
“I’m tickling her” Marissa said. Continuing to torment the giggling athlete.
“Seriously Bri? You’re that ticklish?” Coach Smith added
Breanna couldn’t answer. The rolled around on the table giggling.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”
Marissa ran the pen back along Breannas toes, hoping to elicit a stronger reaction. It worked. Breanna
bucked and kicked.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH
STTAAAAHAHAHAHAPPPP.”
“Okay okay give the poor girl a break Marissa”. Coach instructed. “Sit up Breanna” Coach Smith walked over to the table. She grabbed Breannas legs and shifted her around so Breannas legs rested on the pillow and her few hung off the edge. Breanna leaned back and out her arms behind her to keep herself up.
“I used to be a trainer back in the day” coach said. It’s the bottoms of your foot right?
“Yea” Breanna replied.
Coach inspected the bottom of Breanna’s feet.
“Oh wow you can see a bit of swelling here. Marissa come look at this.”
Marissa stood at Breannas left foot, coach held her right ankle in her hand.
“Look at the swelling on this foot compares to the left. This is bad, she’s going to have to keep on seeing you so we can get this thing healed”.
Coach locked eyes with Marissa and used a little head nod, motioning towards Breannas left foot. Marissa was on the same page. She picked up Breannas foot so now they each had one foot in their hand. They pulled Breannas ankles into their bodies to get a better grip and hold her feet steady.
“This is for disrupting my meeting Bri” coach said. She and Marissa scribbled their fingers all over the bottoms of Breanna’s feet. Breanna went berserk trying to pull her feet away. She fell back on the table and bucked up and down, howling with laughter.
“NooooHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed
Marissa and coach held on best they could, the tickling lasted about 40 seconds before Breanna was able to pull away.
“Your good for today” Marissa said to her. “Meet me back in my office tomorrow at 10:00 AM.
