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Hi All! Sorry for the few days wait on this one. I was dealing with a small case of writers block. I decided just to forget the 2.5 part, and maybe bring it back around later. I, also, was thinking about starting up a romantic side plot in this series, between the I character and his new assistant (introduced in this chapter). Thoughts?
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Tickle Labs
Subject Three: Stacy Bloom
I sat, staring into the computer screen. Trying to figure
out why the machine malfunctioned on poor Miss Sparks.
I had sent in Miss Sparks data a few days earlier, also including
a bug report about the machine.
I heard a car door outside. I walked over to the window
and looked down into the parking lot, to see a very pretty
dark haired girl. She was standing next to a cherry red
Corvette.
She was dressed in black business like attire. She
wore black heels over her nylon covered feet. She wore a
black skirt that fell to her mid-thigh. A black business -like
jacket, with a white blouse underneath. She looked a little
bit older than your normal college student.
I watched, as she walked into the building. and within
mere moments, she was in my office.
"Hi" She greeted. "I'm Stacy Bloom. I'm from the TL
technical office. I am here to see about the problem
you mentioned in your e-mail.
I was speechless. I didn't expect them to send someone from
technical.
But, before I could ask any questions, she pushed by me,
already in the process of dis-robing.
"Wha?" I asked, with more surprise in my voice that I
anticipated.
"Well, how else am I going to know what happened, if I don't
experience it first hand" she explained, as she jumped up on
the machine.
Moments later, she was strapped in. "Now" she began, calmly
"I want you to do exactly what you did before"
I tried to think back, it was so hectic, that it was hard to
remember ever little detail . I duplicated Miss Sparks experience
to the best of my recollection.
Miss Bloom managed to keep her composure, for a while. But,
eventually, she disintegrated into fits of laughter.
Like Miss White, her feet seemed to be very secretive. I had
managed to install the feet spinners. Miss Bloom howled with
laughter, as the spinners went to work.
She begged me to stop the machine. But, had me to agree,
before getting on the machine to not stop it, no matter how
much see may beg.
"Nohohoho, Please, nohahahat my feehehehet" she begged
through her laughter.
Miss Bloom begged, squirmed and pulled at the straps. Finally
I decided to up the tempo with the feathers, currently whipping
at Stacy's exposed underarms.
Turning the dial up slowly, the same way I had done with Heather.
Miss Bloom totally lost it. She broke into silent laughter, and
squirmed even harder.
"Turn it off now" She, finally , managed to say. Once again, I tried
to shut it down, but, much to the dismay of Miss Bloom, the
controls didn't respond.
I knew what to do this time. I rushed out of the control room and into
the lab. A few moments later, Miss Bloom was dressed, and we were
in the control room. Stacy sat going through all of the machines specs.
"Thanks...for your help...back there" Stacy said, still a little winded.
I was about to say that it wasn't a big deal, but, she cut me off. "I
don't understand, everything looks fine to me"
Later, we were standing in the front office. "To be safe, you'd better
not let anyone else on it. " she said. "I will send you an assistant
to help with further testing. "
Over the next couple of days a few girls came by to inquire about
the Tickle Labs tests. but, unfortunately, I had to turn them all
away. Some gave me their numbers, telling me to call them when
it was fixed.
I was working on some programming, when the phone rang. The
caller ID read "Alexandra Wolf". I answered.
"Hey, Doc. This is Alexandra, but you can call me Alex,
Tickle Labs sent me to be your new assistant" came a chipper
voice over the receiver. "I'm on campus, but can't find your lab"
I happily gave her directions to the lab. And, within minutes, I
was watching her get out of a green hatchback. She had dark
hair that stretched down to her shoulders. She had black framed
glasses in front of gorgeous green eyes. She wore a white lab
coat over a low-cut blouse. Black pants and black lab shoes.
In, what seemed like no time, she was in my office. "Hi. I'm
Alex. We spoke on the phone " Alex greeted, extending a hand.
"Now. Where do you want me...to start" Alex said, slightly
giggling at her own dirty joke.
The End
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Tickle Labs
Subject Three: Stacy Bloom
I sat, staring into the computer screen. Trying to figure
out why the machine malfunctioned on poor Miss Sparks.
I had sent in Miss Sparks data a few days earlier, also including
a bug report about the machine.
I heard a car door outside. I walked over to the window
and looked down into the parking lot, to see a very pretty
dark haired girl. She was standing next to a cherry red
Corvette.
She was dressed in black business like attire. She
wore black heels over her nylon covered feet. She wore a
black skirt that fell to her mid-thigh. A black business -like
jacket, with a white blouse underneath. She looked a little
bit older than your normal college student.
I watched, as she walked into the building. and within
mere moments, she was in my office.
"Hi" She greeted. "I'm Stacy Bloom. I'm from the TL
technical office. I am here to see about the problem
you mentioned in your e-mail.
I was speechless. I didn't expect them to send someone from
technical.
But, before I could ask any questions, she pushed by me,
already in the process of dis-robing.
"Wha?" I asked, with more surprise in my voice that I
anticipated.
"Well, how else am I going to know what happened, if I don't
experience it first hand" she explained, as she jumped up on
the machine.
Moments later, she was strapped in. "Now" she began, calmly
"I want you to do exactly what you did before"
I tried to think back, it was so hectic, that it was hard to
remember ever little detail . I duplicated Miss Sparks experience
to the best of my recollection.
Miss Bloom managed to keep her composure, for a while. But,
eventually, she disintegrated into fits of laughter.
Like Miss White, her feet seemed to be very secretive. I had
managed to install the feet spinners. Miss Bloom howled with
laughter, as the spinners went to work.
She begged me to stop the machine. But, had me to agree,
before getting on the machine to not stop it, no matter how
much see may beg.
"Nohohoho, Please, nohahahat my feehehehet" she begged
through her laughter.
Miss Bloom begged, squirmed and pulled at the straps. Finally
I decided to up the tempo with the feathers, currently whipping
at Stacy's exposed underarms.
Turning the dial up slowly, the same way I had done with Heather.
Miss Bloom totally lost it. She broke into silent laughter, and
squirmed even harder.
"Turn it off now" She, finally , managed to say. Once again, I tried
to shut it down, but, much to the dismay of Miss Bloom, the
controls didn't respond.
I knew what to do this time. I rushed out of the control room and into
the lab. A few moments later, Miss Bloom was dressed, and we were
in the control room. Stacy sat going through all of the machines specs.
"Thanks...for your help...back there" Stacy said, still a little winded.
I was about to say that it wasn't a big deal, but, she cut me off. "I
don't understand, everything looks fine to me"
Later, we were standing in the front office. "To be safe, you'd better
not let anyone else on it. " she said. "I will send you an assistant
to help with further testing. "
Over the next couple of days a few girls came by to inquire about
the Tickle Labs tests. but, unfortunately, I had to turn them all
away. Some gave me their numbers, telling me to call them when
it was fixed.
I was working on some programming, when the phone rang. The
caller ID read "Alexandra Wolf". I answered.
"Hey, Doc. This is Alexandra, but you can call me Alex,
Tickle Labs sent me to be your new assistant" came a chipper
voice over the receiver. "I'm on campus, but can't find your lab"
I happily gave her directions to the lab. And, within minutes, I
was watching her get out of a green hatchback. She had dark
hair that stretched down to her shoulders. She had black framed
glasses in front of gorgeous green eyes. She wore a white lab
coat over a low-cut blouse. Black pants and black lab shoes.
In, what seemed like no time, she was in my office. "Hi. I'm
Alex. We spoke on the phone " Alex greeted, extending a hand.
"Now. Where do you want me...to start" Alex said, slightly
giggling at her own dirty joke.
The End
