TickleMantis
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Hi Folks! 
...okay I know my last story didn't go down so well and I know there's probably atleast one person out there who wants to see part 2 of 'Alternate Carrieers' and I know I'm not writing anywhere near as frequently as I used to. Hopefully I'll be writing a lot more after the next few months, I should be getting a new computer. Anywho, heres a brand spanking new story, hopefully its better than my last effort, any comments are always appreciated. Enjoy!
The Spangled Inn wasn't the classiest building in L.A but it served well enough for people trying to make it big in the movie business. It wasn't a big place, only two stories, a neon sign, a car park and a pool which was surrouned by the apartments, nothing too fancy. No one had ever actually made it as anything more than an extra or the lead in a porn movie but Lou Henson who owned the place wasn't about to advertise that.
Kirstie Jenner, Alice Cornell and Rodney Hayes had been living together in apartment 12 on the second story for several months. Rodney had been there first, a tall handsom lad with short jet black hair and a killer tan, going on nearly six months. Rodney, like most of the other tenants had gotten to know Lou quite well and was often wished good luck for auditions or given golden rumours about new parts.
Not long after Rodney moved in a burnette with expnessive yet stunning implants and strikingly friendly personality moved in. Kirstie Jenner had actually been in a movie, as one of five girls who took advantage of the pizza boy. It didn't make the box office but Kirstie wasn't phased and could often be seen sun bathing out by the pool, much to the pleasure of the other tenants, she was usually topless.
The newest flat mate of apartment 12 was a charming young blonde called Alice Cornell. Unlike Rodney and Kirstie who had grown up in Los Angeles, Alice came from a much smaller place in Oklahoma, Elk City. Alice's 5'7 figure made her slightly shorter than her two flat mates and her figure wasn't quite as an hour glass shape as Kirstie's but the nineteen year olds natural breasts almost matched the size of the 24 year old brunettes stunning implants.
It was a near heat wave worthy Tuesday morning, the hot California sun beamed down on the entire city as as most people had just arrived at work the three determined starlets were relaxing the day away just waiting for their agents to call. As usual Kirstie was lying face down by the pool, her bright green g-string accentuating her fabulous tanned butt and her bikini top laying to the side. Rodney had been out running the errands as he did, laundry, mail etc and young Alice was slouched on the couch, engulfed by talk shows.
"I'm the pappy!" Screamed the t.v as two trailer trash guests argued over the ownership of a midget transexual "No I'm the pappy!"
"What in the name of sweet mercy are you watching?" Rodney asked, wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans, as he juggled his keys and a brown shopping back while coming through the door.
"Huh? I don't even know anymore." Alice smiled mocking her own viewing habits as she sat up, turning her attention to Rodney who still struggled through the door with the heavy bag.
"I got the mail, plus Lou says your rent is a week late...again." Rodney pushed the door shut behind him with his musculer back and wandered right into the kitchen.
"Oh! Ohh...did you tell him I'll pay? I don't mean too, I just need work." Alice winged as she climbed up from the comfy sofa and followed Rodney.
"Well maybe you should get a real job like me or Kirstie until something pops up instead of sitting around waiting for the phone to ring." Rodney said with a friendly and assuring tone while pulling various items from the bag.
"Hhhh" Alice sighed as she pulled a fresh soda can from the six pack Rodney had just placed on the bench. "I can act, all I need is one shot and I'll give Lou twice the rent."
"Yeah we'll" Rodney began as he swiftly stole away the can from Alice's hands and replaced it with a packet of toilet rolls. "the rents not the only thing, me and Kirstie have been paying for food the last three weeks, you need to pitch in more."
"I'm...I'm trying okay?" Alice said slightly annoyed as she turned her fine curvey figure to exit the room.
"Your obviously not trying hard enough. You need a job." Rodney rebutted as opened the fridge to put items inside.
"What did you say?" Alice asked quickly walking back into the kitchen without the packet of rolls she left with. "Not trying hard enough? I've been working my butt off, its not easy!"
"Your telling me its not easy? I grew up in a trailer park, and I didn't even live in a trailer" Rodney began annoyed, knowing Alice used to live in a nice suburban home. "You don't thing I know its not easy? Jesus Alice..."
"Alright! Alright!...I'm sorry...I'm sorry okay?" Alice's apoligy was genuine as she quickly realised her mistake. "Okay?"
"Okay." Rodney said with a comforting smile as he closed the fridge door. "But look, you've gotta have a bit of money lying around? Why don't you get what you can and give it to Lou? If you promise to make more of an effort, I'll fit the rest and try and help you get a job."
"...I don't have any money." Alice replied sheepishly yet thankful the rising tensions had ceased.
"I know you do. I saw those new shoes the other day." Rodney said taking a step closer toward the young blonde with a knowing smile.
"Those aren't new." Alice raised an eyebrow wondering how he knew about the shoes, having kept them hidden in her closet.
"Don't make me do it Alice, don't make me tickle the money out of you." Rodney put emphasis on the word 'tickle' knowing how much is frightened the cute teen as he extended his finger for a quick prod.
"Don't!" Alice yelped as she leapt back avoiding Rodney's curious finger.
For most people Rodney's actions would have seemed quite out of the blue but Alice's flatmates had discovered her biggest weakness not long after she moved in. Alice had probably only been living with Kirstie and Rodney about a week before she got comfortable enough to put her bare feet up on the coffe table. Not a common occurance in that particular aparment Kirsite had trotted passed and lightly scratched Alice's creamy silk like soles, which recieved a high pitch squeal.
Wondering what the commontion had been about Rodney poked his head from the bathroom to find Alice with her feet now firmly planted on the carpet and Kirstie looking quite shocked. It wasn't thrity seconds before the two of them had a foot each locked firmly under their arms and were tickling the poor girl to tears. Alice hadn't gone barefoot since.
After that little incident Alice usually got a ten to twenty second rib tickle a week, at the very least. One morning Alice had even woken up screaming as Kirstie sat atop Alice's upturned soles which peaked out sweetly from beneath the blanket and tickled until she was blue in the face. Despite the weekly tickle or two and the fact Alice hated nothing more, it was a lot less than she'd have to put up with back home, not to mention the young big breasted hopeful couldn't have hoped for more friendly flatmates.
"Why? Whats the matter?" Rodney teased as he wiggled his fingers following Alice who in her long shorts, thin blue socks and baggy green t-shirt quickly backed out of the kitchen.
"Rodney...get away...I have no money!" Alice was trying to stop herself from involuntary giggles even though she hadn't been touched.
"What are you going to do? The tickling fingers are coming to get you!" Rodney's verbal teasing didn't help as Alice picked up a cushion from the two seater and uselessly hiffed it at her would be attacker. "Oof!...Oh a pillow in the face? Now your really in trouble!"
"EEEE!" Alice squealed as she turned and made a hasty effort to reach the bathroom, the only room with a lock. "Get away!"
Unfortunatley for Alice's 5'7 figure her size 6's couldn't carry her bouncing boobs fast enough regardless of the tight bra allowing Rodney's far more athletic figure to effortlessly catch up. Hysteric screams of laughter followed instantly as Rodney's clawing hands dug into Alice's soft cotton covered rib cage. Being a working day for most people the apartments were mostly empty, so as the poor blonde's volume went up the decible scale no one except Kirstie was around to hear it.
"Your gonna fall! Your gonna fall!" Rodney taunted knowing Alice could only take a couple of seconds before her knees gave way despite how much she tried to bat him away.
"Aaaah ha! Wahaha! Stooohaha!" Alice pleaded as she tried so hard to keep up right but her ticklishness over rode any other intentions and sent her curling into a tickled ball on the soft carpet. "Rodneeheheey! pleehaha!"
The tickle-ball was an all to familiar position for the busty nineteen year old, she had been doing it her entire life. For some reason most people who found out how gibberingly sensitive Alice's creamy white skin was to a ticklish touch just had to tickle her, more frequently than anyone else. Not even a year ago when Alice had been eighteen, in her final year of high school she would be lucky to go a day without a quick tickle.
Alice did count herself lucky now though, in the city atleast she only got tickled on average around once a week. Back home, it didn't matter if it was school, work or even her own house the gorgeus blonde was always on high alert. In the comfort of her own home she could often dread the tickles of her brothers friends or even her usually well mannered step father. The littlest things would set Alice's mother's husband off, not enough forks set out on the table "You know what happens to girls who don't put enough forks on the table" he'd say followed by a hard belly attack.
As bad as the teen's step father was there were far worse, her older brother's friends would often gang up on her 4-5 at a time, pinning her down and tickling many vunerable places at once. Mind you, atleast they were appropriate even in their numbers, the worst of the lot back in Elk City had to be Thomas Dartford.
Alice and Tommy had had an on again off again relationship since they were seventeen, most of the time, if not all the time, they would break up because of Tommy's excessive tickling. Apart from holding tickling Alice's most sensitive feet until she lost her voice, Tommy was a stand up guy. Handsome, jet black wavey hair, charming and a slight James Dean stance about him.
It wasn't until after graduation that Alice had broken up with him for good. Just the two of them and a pup tent, a romantic camping trip in the hills. The romance went up until Alice was down to her sweet pink panties and Tommy decided to tickle away. In her virgin state Alice had never been so far with a boy, even Tommy, and he ruined it all. Whether some sort of tickle lust over powered him or he was just plain cruel didn't matter, Alice was tormented for the best part of forty minutes as she cried and screamed until she was red in the face for help, forced to laugh while her near naked body was proded, poked, pinned and stroked.
"Whats up?" Kirstie beamed as she let sun light into the living room, casually walking through the door in her bikini, covered by a fluffy white towel wrapped around her striking tanned figure.
"Hmm? Aw, we're just ticklin' Alice for her rent." Rodney grinned playfully as sat stood up straight letting Alice catch her breath.
"I'll pay! I'll pay!" Alice quickly insisted as she turned herself over so she sat on the floor with her legs out in front, arms straight to the carpet behind her acting as a braise.
"Looks like its working." Kirstie said closing the door behind her and wandering futher into the room as she slipped off her flip flops.
"Yeah...I wonder what else we can get out her?" Rodney said in a mockful tone, turning his attention to Alice who quickly began scooting back across the floor.
"No don't!" Alice screamed in a high pitch plea as Rodney pivoted behind her and leant over, pushing her shoulders to the floor. "I said I'd pay!"
"Wa-oh no kicking now!" Kirstie said a little to enthusiastically for Alice's liking as the slightly older and much stronger woman got on her knees and caught Alice's kicking ankles.
"No no! Oh no! No!" Alice fretted while struggling weakly against Rodney who, without too much effort, pushed her back to the floor and spread the poor young blonde's arms out to the sides, able to kneel comfortably on them with her head thrashing inbetween his legs. "No! No don't! Please!"
"Oooh don't be silly! We're going to tickle all the money out of you!" Kirstie teased as she straddled the panicking girls ankles and pinched the end of a thin blue sock which wiggled frantically.
This was a nightmare, then again every tickle was. It was so unfair, it seemed the more ticklish she was the more people wanted to tickle her. 'Least ticklish survives' Alice's rather phillisophical best friend Sally used to say when she would find Alice half naked in the changing rooms after Gym, having just been tormented by the football team. The saying had originally come from when Sally and Alice had a tickle fight the first time Alice stayed over, Sally too was horribly ticklish but nowhere near as much as Alice, so Sally, the least ticklish of the two, survived.
The only fortunate part for Alice was that nine times out of ten people would keep their focus to her upperbody, usually wearing shoes back in her home town made access to her feet a little more trying which most people couldn't be bothered with. The ones that could be bothered gave the teen some of the worst ticklings of her life, Alice's sweet wrinkled soles were her biggest weakness of all.
"No! Not my socks! NO! DON'T!" Alice screamed with the utmost seriousness in horrible paralysing fear when she felt her socks being slowly slid from her feet. "KIRSTIE! DON'T! PLEEEAASE!!"
"She's crying" Rodney said informativley as he looked down to see Alice with tears running down her cheeks, her feet not even having been touched. "Maybe we should stop?"
"Stop? I haven't even started yet." Kirstie turned and gave a unsettling playful smile, then without any warning planted all ten of her long nails scrambling around Alice's sensitive bare feet.
A high pitch squeal of tormented desperation filled the room as Alice's face fell into a tortured expression with forced myrth planted on her lips. With involuntart motion Alice's feet streched out upon contact quickly curling into feety fists and then trying as hard as they could to cover one another. The poor pinned girl thrashed like a monkey on fire as her face grew redder and a steady uninterupted stream of crying unwanted laughter filled the room.
"Okay." Rodney said to himself queitly well beneath the volume of the poor thrashing girl's laughter whose arms lay trapped beneath his kneeling legs.
Never being one to pass up an oppurtunity, and having been touched Alice's bare tummy on a number of occasions before hand, Rodney discreetly slid Alice's cotton t-shirt up her smooth heaving belly until it lay just below her bouncing jelly like boobs. With all that vunerable bare skin to play the musculer tormenter could have skated figure eights with his index finger or dug hard into Alice's sides with both hands but instead he went straight for the bullseye and plumeted a finger tip square in the belly button.
"HAHAHA AHAHAHEEEEHAH EEEEHAHA!" Alice could form no words as the screams of laughter consumed any vocal range the poor red faced girl had.
Tickling anywhere plus her feet was just adding massive insult to injury for the hysterical nineteen year old. Alice couldn't stand to be tickled anywhere, at all, she was far too sensitive but her feet simply drove her insane. Kirstie was getting particually cruel, using one hand to bend back the toes on one foot and using five long nails to scrape away at high tickle speeds made Alice's predicatment even worse.
Futher up Rodney's tickles weren't helping as one hand still focused squarley on the tickled pink belly button while the other cautiously pushed her shirt up even higher. Slowly and unknown to Alice, who was to mad with tortured laughter to notice, Rodney was revealing more and more of the teens bouncing bra captured breasts as the shirt was now nearly at her neck.
"Oh ho Alice I think we could just tickle you all day!" Kirstie said enthusiastically tickling inbetween Alice's cute little toes.
"AIIIEEE! EEEEHAHAHAH! Alice suddenly let out a screech of ticklish surprise as she felt Rodney's fingers sneak underneath her bra and dig into the sides of her balloon like boobs. "HAHA EEEHAHA!"
"I think I found another spot!" Rodney yelled through Alice's screams as he squeezed and proded with manical zest. "Lookit' her go!"
Ceasing the foot tickling momenterorly Kristie turned to see was all the fuss was about. It was worth the turn as Alice was no bucking up and down like a bronco on heat. Rodney's hands were securley planted beneath the hyper sensitive girls bra and for a moment Kristie dreaded what it would be like to have this fate cast upon herself.
"Take it off!" Kirstie ordered with an overly playful smile as she followed her own demand by reaching back and unclipping the front of Alice's white bra.
Creaming white melons sprung with jiggling glory from the confines of the bra which snapped out in two to either side. Soft delicate nipples were clasped quickly as Rodney's hands cupped both of Alice's breasts and pumped quickly causing full frontal ticklish torment. Alice's screaming returned to the maximum decibles her vunerable figure would allow as Kirstie returned to randomly scrambling her pedicured nails all over the blonde's light pink soles.
Out of nowhere and unexpected and most unwelcome by the majority of the three people in the room, the small burbles of the phone ringing were only just heard beneath Alice's forced hilarity. Alice gasped for air as the tickling suddenly stopped for the first time in what seemed like forever. As Kirstie stood up to answer the phone Rodney's hand wrapped around the young blonde's mouth.
"It's your agent" Kirstie said pointing the ariel of the black cordless towards the half naked and very sweaty blonde.
"Huh...hello?" Alice answered weakly as she was allowed the freedom to sit up, quickly pulling her shirt down back over her naked breasts.
"Alice honey," Maureen, Alice's chain smoking agent began not knowing anything of her tickled predicament. "I got somethin' for ya, it ain't exactley and high budget affair but I think your perfect for the part."
"Wh...'scuse me" Alice held covered the speaker of the phone to take a few deep breaths and hide her near exhaustion. "What um, whats it like a t.v movie or something?"
"Uh I dunno if it'll be on t.v honey but you play a nurse who gets captured by these mad paitents and interogated for the location of drugs." Maureen's husky voice crackled through the phone, she wasn't much of and agent but she was always sincere.
"Interogated? Sounds interesting...?" Alice climbed herself up onto the couch as Rodney and Kirstie watched and wondered, it was always exciting when someone was offered a part.
"Yeah, yeah...hang on I got it somewhere." The sound of shuffling papers like leaves rustling came down the phone. "Ahh got it! Yeah its called 'The Tickled Nurse' and"
Alice hung up.
THE END.
...okay I know my last story didn't go down so well and I know there's probably atleast one person out there who wants to see part 2 of 'Alternate Carrieers' and I know I'm not writing anywhere near as frequently as I used to. Hopefully I'll be writing a lot more after the next few months, I should be getting a new computer. Anywho, heres a brand spanking new story, hopefully its better than my last effort, any comments are always appreciated. Enjoy!
The Spangled Inn wasn't the classiest building in L.A but it served well enough for people trying to make it big in the movie business. It wasn't a big place, only two stories, a neon sign, a car park and a pool which was surrouned by the apartments, nothing too fancy. No one had ever actually made it as anything more than an extra or the lead in a porn movie but Lou Henson who owned the place wasn't about to advertise that.
Kirstie Jenner, Alice Cornell and Rodney Hayes had been living together in apartment 12 on the second story for several months. Rodney had been there first, a tall handsom lad with short jet black hair and a killer tan, going on nearly six months. Rodney, like most of the other tenants had gotten to know Lou quite well and was often wished good luck for auditions or given golden rumours about new parts.
Not long after Rodney moved in a burnette with expnessive yet stunning implants and strikingly friendly personality moved in. Kirstie Jenner had actually been in a movie, as one of five girls who took advantage of the pizza boy. It didn't make the box office but Kirstie wasn't phased and could often be seen sun bathing out by the pool, much to the pleasure of the other tenants, she was usually topless.
The newest flat mate of apartment 12 was a charming young blonde called Alice Cornell. Unlike Rodney and Kirstie who had grown up in Los Angeles, Alice came from a much smaller place in Oklahoma, Elk City. Alice's 5'7 figure made her slightly shorter than her two flat mates and her figure wasn't quite as an hour glass shape as Kirstie's but the nineteen year olds natural breasts almost matched the size of the 24 year old brunettes stunning implants.
It was a near heat wave worthy Tuesday morning, the hot California sun beamed down on the entire city as as most people had just arrived at work the three determined starlets were relaxing the day away just waiting for their agents to call. As usual Kirstie was lying face down by the pool, her bright green g-string accentuating her fabulous tanned butt and her bikini top laying to the side. Rodney had been out running the errands as he did, laundry, mail etc and young Alice was slouched on the couch, engulfed by talk shows.
"I'm the pappy!" Screamed the t.v as two trailer trash guests argued over the ownership of a midget transexual "No I'm the pappy!"
"What in the name of sweet mercy are you watching?" Rodney asked, wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans, as he juggled his keys and a brown shopping back while coming through the door.
"Huh? I don't even know anymore." Alice smiled mocking her own viewing habits as she sat up, turning her attention to Rodney who still struggled through the door with the heavy bag.
"I got the mail, plus Lou says your rent is a week late...again." Rodney pushed the door shut behind him with his musculer back and wandered right into the kitchen.
"Oh! Ohh...did you tell him I'll pay? I don't mean too, I just need work." Alice winged as she climbed up from the comfy sofa and followed Rodney.
"Well maybe you should get a real job like me or Kirstie until something pops up instead of sitting around waiting for the phone to ring." Rodney said with a friendly and assuring tone while pulling various items from the bag.
"Hhhh" Alice sighed as she pulled a fresh soda can from the six pack Rodney had just placed on the bench. "I can act, all I need is one shot and I'll give Lou twice the rent."
"Yeah we'll" Rodney began as he swiftly stole away the can from Alice's hands and replaced it with a packet of toilet rolls. "the rents not the only thing, me and Kirstie have been paying for food the last three weeks, you need to pitch in more."
"I'm...I'm trying okay?" Alice said slightly annoyed as she turned her fine curvey figure to exit the room.
"Your obviously not trying hard enough. You need a job." Rodney rebutted as opened the fridge to put items inside.
"What did you say?" Alice asked quickly walking back into the kitchen without the packet of rolls she left with. "Not trying hard enough? I've been working my butt off, its not easy!"
"Your telling me its not easy? I grew up in a trailer park, and I didn't even live in a trailer" Rodney began annoyed, knowing Alice used to live in a nice suburban home. "You don't thing I know its not easy? Jesus Alice..."
"Alright! Alright!...I'm sorry...I'm sorry okay?" Alice's apoligy was genuine as she quickly realised her mistake. "Okay?"
"Okay." Rodney said with a comforting smile as he closed the fridge door. "But look, you've gotta have a bit of money lying around? Why don't you get what you can and give it to Lou? If you promise to make more of an effort, I'll fit the rest and try and help you get a job."
"...I don't have any money." Alice replied sheepishly yet thankful the rising tensions had ceased.
"I know you do. I saw those new shoes the other day." Rodney said taking a step closer toward the young blonde with a knowing smile.
"Those aren't new." Alice raised an eyebrow wondering how he knew about the shoes, having kept them hidden in her closet.
"Don't make me do it Alice, don't make me tickle the money out of you." Rodney put emphasis on the word 'tickle' knowing how much is frightened the cute teen as he extended his finger for a quick prod.
"Don't!" Alice yelped as she leapt back avoiding Rodney's curious finger.
For most people Rodney's actions would have seemed quite out of the blue but Alice's flatmates had discovered her biggest weakness not long after she moved in. Alice had probably only been living with Kirstie and Rodney about a week before she got comfortable enough to put her bare feet up on the coffe table. Not a common occurance in that particular aparment Kirsite had trotted passed and lightly scratched Alice's creamy silk like soles, which recieved a high pitch squeal.
Wondering what the commontion had been about Rodney poked his head from the bathroom to find Alice with her feet now firmly planted on the carpet and Kirstie looking quite shocked. It wasn't thrity seconds before the two of them had a foot each locked firmly under their arms and were tickling the poor girl to tears. Alice hadn't gone barefoot since.
After that little incident Alice usually got a ten to twenty second rib tickle a week, at the very least. One morning Alice had even woken up screaming as Kirstie sat atop Alice's upturned soles which peaked out sweetly from beneath the blanket and tickled until she was blue in the face. Despite the weekly tickle or two and the fact Alice hated nothing more, it was a lot less than she'd have to put up with back home, not to mention the young big breasted hopeful couldn't have hoped for more friendly flatmates.
"Why? Whats the matter?" Rodney teased as he wiggled his fingers following Alice who in her long shorts, thin blue socks and baggy green t-shirt quickly backed out of the kitchen.
"Rodney...get away...I have no money!" Alice was trying to stop herself from involuntary giggles even though she hadn't been touched.
"What are you going to do? The tickling fingers are coming to get you!" Rodney's verbal teasing didn't help as Alice picked up a cushion from the two seater and uselessly hiffed it at her would be attacker. "Oof!...Oh a pillow in the face? Now your really in trouble!"
"EEEE!" Alice squealed as she turned and made a hasty effort to reach the bathroom, the only room with a lock. "Get away!"
Unfortunatley for Alice's 5'7 figure her size 6's couldn't carry her bouncing boobs fast enough regardless of the tight bra allowing Rodney's far more athletic figure to effortlessly catch up. Hysteric screams of laughter followed instantly as Rodney's clawing hands dug into Alice's soft cotton covered rib cage. Being a working day for most people the apartments were mostly empty, so as the poor blonde's volume went up the decible scale no one except Kirstie was around to hear it.
"Your gonna fall! Your gonna fall!" Rodney taunted knowing Alice could only take a couple of seconds before her knees gave way despite how much she tried to bat him away.
"Aaaah ha! Wahaha! Stooohaha!" Alice pleaded as she tried so hard to keep up right but her ticklishness over rode any other intentions and sent her curling into a tickled ball on the soft carpet. "Rodneeheheey! pleehaha!"
The tickle-ball was an all to familiar position for the busty nineteen year old, she had been doing it her entire life. For some reason most people who found out how gibberingly sensitive Alice's creamy white skin was to a ticklish touch just had to tickle her, more frequently than anyone else. Not even a year ago when Alice had been eighteen, in her final year of high school she would be lucky to go a day without a quick tickle.
Alice did count herself lucky now though, in the city atleast she only got tickled on average around once a week. Back home, it didn't matter if it was school, work or even her own house the gorgeus blonde was always on high alert. In the comfort of her own home she could often dread the tickles of her brothers friends or even her usually well mannered step father. The littlest things would set Alice's mother's husband off, not enough forks set out on the table "You know what happens to girls who don't put enough forks on the table" he'd say followed by a hard belly attack.
As bad as the teen's step father was there were far worse, her older brother's friends would often gang up on her 4-5 at a time, pinning her down and tickling many vunerable places at once. Mind you, atleast they were appropriate even in their numbers, the worst of the lot back in Elk City had to be Thomas Dartford.
Alice and Tommy had had an on again off again relationship since they were seventeen, most of the time, if not all the time, they would break up because of Tommy's excessive tickling. Apart from holding tickling Alice's most sensitive feet until she lost her voice, Tommy was a stand up guy. Handsome, jet black wavey hair, charming and a slight James Dean stance about him.
It wasn't until after graduation that Alice had broken up with him for good. Just the two of them and a pup tent, a romantic camping trip in the hills. The romance went up until Alice was down to her sweet pink panties and Tommy decided to tickle away. In her virgin state Alice had never been so far with a boy, even Tommy, and he ruined it all. Whether some sort of tickle lust over powered him or he was just plain cruel didn't matter, Alice was tormented for the best part of forty minutes as she cried and screamed until she was red in the face for help, forced to laugh while her near naked body was proded, poked, pinned and stroked.
"Whats up?" Kirstie beamed as she let sun light into the living room, casually walking through the door in her bikini, covered by a fluffy white towel wrapped around her striking tanned figure.
"Hmm? Aw, we're just ticklin' Alice for her rent." Rodney grinned playfully as sat stood up straight letting Alice catch her breath.
"I'll pay! I'll pay!" Alice quickly insisted as she turned herself over so she sat on the floor with her legs out in front, arms straight to the carpet behind her acting as a braise.
"Looks like its working." Kirstie said closing the door behind her and wandering futher into the room as she slipped off her flip flops.
"Yeah...I wonder what else we can get out her?" Rodney said in a mockful tone, turning his attention to Alice who quickly began scooting back across the floor.
"No don't!" Alice screamed in a high pitch plea as Rodney pivoted behind her and leant over, pushing her shoulders to the floor. "I said I'd pay!"
"Wa-oh no kicking now!" Kirstie said a little to enthusiastically for Alice's liking as the slightly older and much stronger woman got on her knees and caught Alice's kicking ankles.
"No no! Oh no! No!" Alice fretted while struggling weakly against Rodney who, without too much effort, pushed her back to the floor and spread the poor young blonde's arms out to the sides, able to kneel comfortably on them with her head thrashing inbetween his legs. "No! No don't! Please!"
"Oooh don't be silly! We're going to tickle all the money out of you!" Kirstie teased as she straddled the panicking girls ankles and pinched the end of a thin blue sock which wiggled frantically.
This was a nightmare, then again every tickle was. It was so unfair, it seemed the more ticklish she was the more people wanted to tickle her. 'Least ticklish survives' Alice's rather phillisophical best friend Sally used to say when she would find Alice half naked in the changing rooms after Gym, having just been tormented by the football team. The saying had originally come from when Sally and Alice had a tickle fight the first time Alice stayed over, Sally too was horribly ticklish but nowhere near as much as Alice, so Sally, the least ticklish of the two, survived.
The only fortunate part for Alice was that nine times out of ten people would keep their focus to her upperbody, usually wearing shoes back in her home town made access to her feet a little more trying which most people couldn't be bothered with. The ones that could be bothered gave the teen some of the worst ticklings of her life, Alice's sweet wrinkled soles were her biggest weakness of all.
"No! Not my socks! NO! DON'T!" Alice screamed with the utmost seriousness in horrible paralysing fear when she felt her socks being slowly slid from her feet. "KIRSTIE! DON'T! PLEEEAASE!!"
"She's crying" Rodney said informativley as he looked down to see Alice with tears running down her cheeks, her feet not even having been touched. "Maybe we should stop?"
"Stop? I haven't even started yet." Kirstie turned and gave a unsettling playful smile, then without any warning planted all ten of her long nails scrambling around Alice's sensitive bare feet.
A high pitch squeal of tormented desperation filled the room as Alice's face fell into a tortured expression with forced myrth planted on her lips. With involuntart motion Alice's feet streched out upon contact quickly curling into feety fists and then trying as hard as they could to cover one another. The poor pinned girl thrashed like a monkey on fire as her face grew redder and a steady uninterupted stream of crying unwanted laughter filled the room.
"Okay." Rodney said to himself queitly well beneath the volume of the poor thrashing girl's laughter whose arms lay trapped beneath his kneeling legs.
Never being one to pass up an oppurtunity, and having been touched Alice's bare tummy on a number of occasions before hand, Rodney discreetly slid Alice's cotton t-shirt up her smooth heaving belly until it lay just below her bouncing jelly like boobs. With all that vunerable bare skin to play the musculer tormenter could have skated figure eights with his index finger or dug hard into Alice's sides with both hands but instead he went straight for the bullseye and plumeted a finger tip square in the belly button.
"HAHAHA AHAHAHEEEEHAH EEEEHAHA!" Alice could form no words as the screams of laughter consumed any vocal range the poor red faced girl had.
Tickling anywhere plus her feet was just adding massive insult to injury for the hysterical nineteen year old. Alice couldn't stand to be tickled anywhere, at all, she was far too sensitive but her feet simply drove her insane. Kirstie was getting particually cruel, using one hand to bend back the toes on one foot and using five long nails to scrape away at high tickle speeds made Alice's predicatment even worse.
Futher up Rodney's tickles weren't helping as one hand still focused squarley on the tickled pink belly button while the other cautiously pushed her shirt up even higher. Slowly and unknown to Alice, who was to mad with tortured laughter to notice, Rodney was revealing more and more of the teens bouncing bra captured breasts as the shirt was now nearly at her neck.
"Oh ho Alice I think we could just tickle you all day!" Kirstie said enthusiastically tickling inbetween Alice's cute little toes.
"AIIIEEE! EEEEHAHAHAH! Alice suddenly let out a screech of ticklish surprise as she felt Rodney's fingers sneak underneath her bra and dig into the sides of her balloon like boobs. "HAHA EEEHAHA!"
"I think I found another spot!" Rodney yelled through Alice's screams as he squeezed and proded with manical zest. "Lookit' her go!"
Ceasing the foot tickling momenterorly Kristie turned to see was all the fuss was about. It was worth the turn as Alice was no bucking up and down like a bronco on heat. Rodney's hands were securley planted beneath the hyper sensitive girls bra and for a moment Kristie dreaded what it would be like to have this fate cast upon herself.
"Take it off!" Kirstie ordered with an overly playful smile as she followed her own demand by reaching back and unclipping the front of Alice's white bra.
Creaming white melons sprung with jiggling glory from the confines of the bra which snapped out in two to either side. Soft delicate nipples were clasped quickly as Rodney's hands cupped both of Alice's breasts and pumped quickly causing full frontal ticklish torment. Alice's screaming returned to the maximum decibles her vunerable figure would allow as Kirstie returned to randomly scrambling her pedicured nails all over the blonde's light pink soles.
Out of nowhere and unexpected and most unwelcome by the majority of the three people in the room, the small burbles of the phone ringing were only just heard beneath Alice's forced hilarity. Alice gasped for air as the tickling suddenly stopped for the first time in what seemed like forever. As Kirstie stood up to answer the phone Rodney's hand wrapped around the young blonde's mouth.
"It's your agent" Kirstie said pointing the ariel of the black cordless towards the half naked and very sweaty blonde.
"Huh...hello?" Alice answered weakly as she was allowed the freedom to sit up, quickly pulling her shirt down back over her naked breasts.
"Alice honey," Maureen, Alice's chain smoking agent began not knowing anything of her tickled predicament. "I got somethin' for ya, it ain't exactley and high budget affair but I think your perfect for the part."
"Wh...'scuse me" Alice held covered the speaker of the phone to take a few deep breaths and hide her near exhaustion. "What um, whats it like a t.v movie or something?"
"Uh I dunno if it'll be on t.v honey but you play a nurse who gets captured by these mad paitents and interogated for the location of drugs." Maureen's husky voice crackled through the phone, she wasn't much of and agent but she was always sincere.
"Interogated? Sounds interesting...?" Alice climbed herself up onto the couch as Rodney and Kirstie watched and wondered, it was always exciting when someone was offered a part.
"Yeah, yeah...hang on I got it somewhere." The sound of shuffling papers like leaves rustling came down the phone. "Ahh got it! Yeah its called 'The Tickled Nurse' and"
Alice hung up.
THE END.
