The Body Shop Girls

Rose Tickle, private investigator in need of a brief spa job for the evening investigative dinner contains:Adult Hyptno, F/F, teasing, public freebees, sex F/M for closure.




“Sorry, sorry, sorry, I know I am late! Let’s go Girls! I need to get outta here!” Rose shouted as she burst through the Girls Body Shop, her favorite hair and nail spa.
The Girls scurried around Rose, escorting her to the hair washing station.

No Rose, this chair tonight. That’s it, sit back and relax.” Rose leaned back into the chair, closed her eyes as the hair dresser began. “Just relax your head, now your face, a nice deep breath, now open your eyes and gaze upon the fan” the slow spinning fan had a black and white swirl pattern painted on its base. Rose gazed upon the spinning swirls as the hair dresser continued her soothing, relaxing, monolog. “ That’s it, relax your neck, shoulders, arms and elbows. Good now relax your hands while their being manicured. Good, doesn’t that tickle?” “Hmmmm, tickles, soft brush” Rose mumbled. “ Yes the brush across your nails will feel like feather tips flicking your nipples.” Instantly Rose gasped, “ Oh my….hmmmmm…ooooh yessssss”. The nail girl continued her assault on Rose’s nails, while her nipples were being caressed giving great pleasure to Rose.
“Relax your stomach, hips, moving down to your knees, very good Rose, your almost there, now your calves, good, ankles, feet, now your toes. Rose are your feet relaxed ready to be painted” “Oh, oh, oh, yes please paint my toes” Rose stammered through waves of pleasure from her nipple tickling. “Good. When your toes are being painted you will feel strokes along your pussy, bringing you much pleasure.” “ Oh my, yes please, do my toes, yes please.” Rose asked eagerly. Rose began to hum and gasp as the brush strokes did their duty. Rose’s arousal rate had just went through the roof.
“Do you feel good Rose?” All she could do was gently sway her head in the affirmative motion. “When I snap my fingers you will awaken. When you do you will want your feet tickled so you can orgasm. Three, two, one.” Snap went the hair dressers fingers.

Rose began to breathe heavily, one of the Girls working her toenails asked, “Rose are you OK? You seem to have difficult breathing” “No, please finish” was all she could get out from her ear to ear smile. “Ok, will do. How about a foot massage while this coat dries?” “Oh yes, please do.” Rose couldn’t believe her ears! During the nail prep she almost came three or four times. All she could do was smile, while she was in an internal teasing, erotic rush that gets stronger with each brush stroke. Then it came, as the Girl pressed her fingers into Roses’ arch the nails gently scratched along the balls of her feet, sending ticklish quivers racing up her feet, through her calves, along her thighs and crashing into her clit. All she could do is smile. Then with out warning Rose blurted out “Oh please be careful I am frightfully ticklish” then she winked! Rose couldn’t believe herself, she winked at the woman that was driving her insane with erotic torture, almost begging her to continue with her tickling. “Oh do you mean this?” All ten nails scrapped across her left foot. Rose knew a few more strokes and she would cum. Again the nails scrapped from heel to toe. Rose sat motionless, smiling, giggling every so slightly, but exploding with erotic momentum inside. “ Listen up girls, Rose is a bit ticklish so lets be extra careful” “NO!” Rose cried inside, begging unheard to please keep going so she could cum hard and long. “OH DON’T STOP!” giggled the hair dresser. “I think she likes it, don’t you sweetie?” Rose slowly shook her head up and down “See, go ahead, use the turkey feather in my drawer.” Rose felt her heart jump just at the sound of the word feather! When it made contact, visible goose bumps covered every inch of her body. “Lets finish her off so she can get home, those nails should be dry by now, time for the final coat. Remember to use even strokes.” All at once the girls each stroked a nail while the feather stroked from heel to toe, left foot then right. It was almost too much for Rose. As the feather brought her closer to orgasm, the brush strokes to her finger and toe nails tickled and tingled her nipples and clit, teasing her to her limit. Rose gently closed her eyes and whispered to herself, “Please, please, let me cum!!!”

Then without warning, “Bang” the front door swung open. “ MAIL CALL! I got your supply in, lots of boxes Girl’s. Give me a hand and we can knock it out in no time!”

Rose shuddered, nervous and gittery, spoke again, “Oh shit! I am gonna be late! Sorry girls you will have to package me up to go, I have a dinner date!” Startled the Girls looked intently at each other. The hair dresser whom had finished flattening Roses’ hair couldn’t stop her. “O.K. there you go!” “Oh Yes, looks great! I didn’t realize how long I have been sitting there. How much?” “Tonight it’s on us, please, don’t be late.” With an erotic smile on their faces the Girls bid farewell to Rose. “Enjoy dinner!” Rose almost skipping out the door, felt an itchy dampness in her crotch along with tingling sensations across her nipples.
“Damn now what happens?” Questioned the pedicurist. “Well she won’t be satisfied until she gets her feet tickled, that is one fact for sure!” Declared the hair dresser.

On her way home, Rose felt energized, warm glow throughout her tingling body. Once home she put on her sexy dress and sandal heels she could fine. What seemed like eternity she arrived to the restaurant, “Hello darling, I have been running late all day!” “You look fantastic!” Her husband had a sparkle in his eye. “Mr. Smith is over here. Hello sir this is my wife Rose” “Thank you for joining us for dinner, please be seated.” Mutual greeting took place, hand shakes, a bottle of wine to celebrate when a muffled “clank” sound escaped from the fork landing at Rose’s feet.
“Excuse me mum’ I’ve dropped a fork.” The waitress bent down to retrieve the fork. It landed precariously against Rose’s arch. The fork prongs carelessly scrapped against Rose’s silk covered sandal heeled foot. That motion struck a nerve within Rose, she turned her foot to achieve as much fork prong stroking she could endure. The astute waitress noticed the fork reaction and gently repeated the motions clearly providing erotic pleasure to the mistress at the table. The waitress was sensed something was titillating the beautiful redhead, looking at the fork in her hand and the flexing arch, she put the puzzle pieces together. While Rose was experiencing her foot tickling, administered by the waitress, she began to stroke her own fingernails. This torture ended abruptly as it started. “Sorry Mum for the disturbance, wont happen again.” The fork was placed in the coat pocket waitress, she turned on her heels and slowly paced across the floor on to the next table, to remove other dinner items then back to the kitchen.
“Hey, see table 69, the hot couple and the old guy? She is mine, I mean, that tip station is mine tonight.” Mona smiled an evil smile, “see this fork? It’s gonna make me some money tonight!” “How!”, blurted Ralph, in his usual unassuming way. Pay attention class this is how you work a customer!” Mona grabbed the wine for table 69, and tucked her fork away within her vest.
“More wine Ms.?” Rose smiled and offered up her glass, hand still maintaining a slight quiver from not finishing her orgasm. After the wine was poured the waitress dropped her napkin at Rose’s foot again, with her fork, the waitress scratched along the purposefully dangling shoe into the arch. This maneuver instantly caused her foot to flex back and forth in further anticipation for the next tickle assault. Unfortunately the tickle was only a short and brief torture.
Rose secured her napkin to her trembling lips so to giggle intensely. The waitress stood up and made way back to the kitchen.
The dinner soon finished without any interruption. The older gentleman paid for the dinner and offered the key to his suite for the evening so as to return to his own home a day early.
Rose again gathered up her personal belongings to end the evening, slipping a twenty under her fork, and left. Being extremely horny and tingling throughout her body, it was going be a sexercise evening!
When they got the suite the passion was flying. Soon their naked bodies were rubbing against each other. She climbed on top, rocking back and forth itching the incredible itch over and over again. She couldn’t understand, this is how she gets there, it seems all she can do is get close. She decided to switch positions, on her knees, now that was good, but still not there. She had him stand, she on her back, wow! Now that had potential! She raised her legs and he kissed her sole. Her whole body shivered, “again” she whispered. He smiled and obliged. Gently kissing, nibbling and finally, using his index finger, he stroked her arch. She slipped her hand down between her legs and slowly rubbed her clit and his thick swollen cock moved in and out. It only took about 30 seconds before her world exploded into the orgasm she had been waiting for all night.

I really liked it. More please!