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Diary of a Foot Tickling Addict, Journal Entry #4

laughter_n_love

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Diary of a Foot Tickling Addict, Journal Entry #4

There's no doubt about it...this charm is the best $4 investment I've ever made. I got to tickle the feet of three beautiful women yesterday alone, and today, well, today it provided even more, if you can believe it.

I'm writing this entry from the plush lobby of the Chalice, where I now work. I know that I'm getting ahead of myself, so I'll start from the beginning, where my last entry left off.

I rose to answer the knock at the door of my hotel room, still dressed in the complimentary robe. My charm was ice cold, so I wasn't expecting a Playboy bunny to hop into my arms and kick off her shoes when I opened it. Standing in the hall, looking all business, was some clerk who worked for the hotel. He told me that there had been complaints from other guests at the hotel about the noise coming from my room last night. He said the Chalice was a respectable hotel, and that it was not the sort of place that welcomed prostitutes for 1 hour orgies. I told him that I had had no prostitute in my room the night before, and that I was sorry about the noise. Tanya had only been with me for about 30 minutes in truth, but it didn't surprise me that her tortured laughs had been heard by my neighbors. The clerk told me that the Assistant Manager wanted a word with me, and that he was to escort me to her at once. I shrugged and got dressed while he waited. It wasn't like I had anything better to do this morning anyway. Might as well go and chat with the Assistant Manager at the Chalice, right?

We didn't chat as we rode the elevator down to the lobby. I knew this guy didn't believe me about not having a hooker in my room. I'll admit, it's not customary to receive a guest that late at night an have her leave less than an hour later. But I didn't care what this guy thought. I knew what had gone on in that room last night. It wasn't worth trying to convince him.

He led me down the luxurious halls of the Chalice to where the management of the hotel had their offices. I was surprised he wasn't holding me by the elbow as we walked...I think he fancied himself some sort of prison guard. We stopped in front of the door marked Assistant Manager. He rapped on it twice, gave me one last look of disapproval, and headed back off to wherever. I wasn't his problem anymore. What a chump.

As a woman's voice behind the door pronounced, "Come in", the charm around my neck began to radiate that warmth that I now welcomed so much. I smiled to myself in secret knowledge. The Assistant Manager of the Chalice had no idea what she was in store for, but I suspected I did. I entered.

The office of the Assistant Manager of the Chalice was tastefully decorated. It was on par with everything else about the hotel; it spoke of upper class and luxury. The woman behind the desk rose to greet me. She was older, late 40's I was guessing, but still a knockout. She looked like a mature Faye Dunaway, but her body was that of a much younger woman. Long dirty blonde hair, a sharp business suit, and a winning smile...this woman was the picture of success and sophistication. Of course, her eyes were glowing at me.

"Thank you for coming to see me." She came around the desk and shook my hand. I noticed she wore tan nylons beneath her skirt. "I'm Maureen Halloway, the Assistant Manager here at the Chalice."

"Buzz," was all I said.

"Have a seat, won't you Buzz?"

I took one of the two seats angled to face her desk, and instead of going back to her own chair on the other side, she took the other angled seat, so that we were sort of facing each other. She never took her glowing eyes off me, and the hint of a smile played in the corners of her mouth. She looked at me like a cat might look at a canary. It would have made me uncomfortable under normal circumstances, but these days, I was never faced with normal circumstances. My charm was working it's magic on her, and I was willing to see where things would lead.

She made a great show of crossing her legs towards me, allowing me to observe the fine legs of which she was obviously proud. "Buzz, some of the guests of the hotel complained about the noise coming from your room last night. They seem to think you were with a prostitute." The expression on her face told me that she didn't believe a word of it personally, but needed to hear it from me herself.

"I was with someone last night, but she wasn't a prostitute Ms. Halloway..."

"Please, call me Maureen."

"Okay, Maureen. She was just...ah...a friend of mine, and she was only there for a short while."

Maureen smiled, happy to hear that her suspicions were correct. She recrossed her legs, watching to see if I noticed, which I did. "I'm relieved to hear that Buzz. The Chalice could never allow such behavior." I nodded in understanding and she continued. "Still, that doesn't explain the complaints about the noise. What exactly were you and your...friend...doing?" The corners of her glowing eyes danced, as if she already knew the answer, and was enjoying leading me there.

I had to remember that the charm wouldn't let me fail, not matter what I said. May as well tell the truth. "Well, I was tickling her."

"Ahhhh, that would account for the noise. The guests who complained did mention something about hearing laughter, but I assumed they were mistaken." Maureen seemed very pleased with my answer. Her smile had widened, and she was now dangling her shoe off the tips of her toes. Of course my eyes were riveted on it, hoping it would fall. She was playing me, and I was falling into every trap. On a different day, this interview might be over, but not today. Today there was a little charm working it's magic.

"She must have been verrrrrry ticklish to make so much noise. Was she?"

"She was."

The shoe dangled, threatening to fall. "And you must have been tickling her something awful. Were you?"

"I was."

"Mmmmmmmm," Maureen purred, as if she were imagining herself as my victim. She reached down to smooth out her nylon, and the shoe came just a breath away from dropping. Her eyes never left my eyes, and my eyes never left her foot. "How wicked of you." She chuckled at her own words. "That poor girl. Why didn't she stop you?"

"She couldn't. I had her wrapped up in the sheets. She couldn't get away."

Maureen sat back in mock surprise, but I suspected that nothing I was telling her wasn't was she already had guessed. She made a little shocked sound, but everything about her demeanor suggested that she was enthralled by what she was hearing. "You evil man! How could you!?" She bit her bottom lip and gave me her best bedroom eyes. I smiled and shrugged, as if to say, "I just could."

She chuckled again and continued her seduction of me. "It must have been torture for that poor girl. Simply torture." She said the word 'torture' with such relish. I loved the way she said it. "I would never allow anyone to do that to me...I'm FAR too ticklish for that!" As if on cue, she went to recross her legs, and the shoe fell from her toes. She feigned surprise. "Oh dear."

She looked at me pointedly, and I finally got the hint. "Let me get that for you, Maureen." I bent over and retrieved her shoe.

"Ahhh, you are a gentleman, Buzz." Wasn't I an evil, wicked man just a moment ago? She stretched out her leg and placed her now naked foot on my knee. Her foot was shapely, average in size, and looking mighty inviting to the touch. "Now be careful, Buzz...I just told you that I am horribly ticklish, especially on my feet. Be careful."

I took her shoe and made to put it back on her, but she giggled and wiggled her foot away from it. The last thing she wanted was for that shoe to go back on her foot. I knew that, but I wanted to make her work some more. She must have assumed that she hadn't dropped enough hints yet, so she continued even as her foot eluded the shoe, "You must be a very good tickler to cause a woman to make so much noise."

"I suppose I am," I said, trying to get her toes into the tip of the shoe.

"Show me," she said.

"Show you?" I stopped with the shoe.

"Yes. Show me how you tickled that girl last night. I want to see for myself if you are the tickler you say you are." Did I say that? I don't remember saying anything like that.

"If you insist." I gently placed her shoe back on the floor and adjusted my grip on her ankle. Her eyes blazed, knowing that she had successfully led me to the proper end to our game. Her leg was resting on my knee, and I had a powerful grip around her ankle. She was only half sitting on the chair to get in such a position, and had to hold onto her armrests to steady herself. Her toes wiggled in nervous anticipation.

I began with a light scratching on her arch. She tittered a little, which was out of character with her look and style. Her foot wriggled in my grasp, but I did not let up. I only tickled with my fingertips, not my nails, and they skated effortlessly over her nylon covered sole. The giggles were building up inside her, and she was losing the battle to hold them back. Her foot twitched at my every touch, but she did not try terribly hard to escape.

Maureen's struggle to remain cool, calm and collected continued, but she was slowly wearing down. She had slid further out of her chair, and now she was more holding on than she was actually sitting in it. The protesting jumps and flinches of her captured foot became more pronounced, and sounds of her struggles and efforts started coming out of her mouth.

"Rrrrrrrrr....ummmmph....ooooh...ssssss....mmmm...mmmm....Oh Jesus...heh heh heh...mmmmm"

My nails came into play, and she was unable to suppress the giggles any longer. Her leg tugged to be free of my grip, but I held on tight. Her arms vibrated with the tension of hanging onto her chair, and she couldn't help but whip her head a bit, as if seeking help on either side. I grinned, enjoying my work. She had a soft, feminine foot. Sitting behind a desk day after day, enclosed in expensive shoes...her feet had no chance of becoming rough or calloused. I could tell she pampered herself with pedicures and lotions as well. A deep burgundy polish was on her toes. I was happy to see that age had no effect on ticklishness. She was easily the most 'mature' woman I had ever tickled, and based on what I had already seen, I was ready to put her in my top 5 all time ticklish list.

"Heeeeeeheeeeeheeee...oh God...heeeheeehaaahaaahaaa...oh God...oh shit..."

The curse slipped out of her mouth, and I couldn't help but laugh. Here was this respectable woman, reduced through tickling to a cursing, giggling mess. I was quite pleased with myself.

She saw my laughing at her, and tried to get angry about it. "D-d-ddon't laugh...heeeheeehee....d-d-don't laugh at meeeeheeeheeeheee!"

I scraped along the base of her toes, through the nylon. Her giggles intensified. She struggled harder, and as a result, the chair that she was clinging to for support slid back. She lost her grip, and with a "WHUMP!", her 'mature' ass slammed into the carpet.

If she thought I was stopping because she fell, she was dead wrong. I continued to explore the base of her toes with my nails. She was guffawing now, her image of respectability completely gone. Her hair was messed, her suit was becoming wrinkled, and she was on the floor of her office being tickled by a stranger. The chair in which she had just been sitting in was supported her upright. Her head was thrown back, and the laughter poured forth freely now. With her hands, she slapped the thick rug of her office, unable to do anything else to gain respite from the tickling of her trapped foot. She thought about turning and trying to crawl away, which I might have enjoyed watching, but I held on tightly to her ankle and didn't allow it. Her toes scrunched and wiggled uselessly.

"Stop!...Stop!...heeeheeeheeeheee...please!....heeeheee...stop!"

"You sound just like the girl from last night, Maureen. She begged for me to stop too."

The chair slipped further back, and Maureen fell back onto both elbows. She gave up trying to free her leg, and resigned to letting her foot do it's best to evade my fingers. The sole of her foot felt silky to my touch. Her face was the picture of tortured beauty. Her resistence was gone. She was no longer able to put up a fight. All she could do is hope I would be merciful.

"Heeeeheeee...no...please...stop....please...heeeheeheee....please..."

She was holding her hands up to me, begging me to stop. She had too much dignity to scream for help or for me to stop, and it was getting too hard for her to put quiet sentences together through the laughter. I decided that the Assistant Manager of the Chalice had had enough. With a final flourish of flicking fingernails up and down her sole one last time, I released her ankle.

Maureen lay on the floor for a few moments, propped on one elbow. She was tired from the physical exertion that comes with laughing and being tickled to one's limitations. She rose to her feet as her breathing returned to nearly normal, and slipped her foot back into her shoe without my help. Smoothing out her skirt as much as she could, she cleared her throat and walked around to her own seat on the other side of the desk. She made every effort to regain the appearance of professionalism that I had taken from her. I noted that my charm was still warm, and her eyes were still glowing.

"Buzz," she began, "...How can I say this. The Chalice can use a guy like you. I'd like to offer you a job. Can you come to work for me?"

For the first time today, I was shocked. After a moment of stunned hesitation, I managed to say, "Sure. I can rearrange my commitments I guess." I had no commitments, but she didn't know that.

"Good, I want you to be the night Concierge here. You can start tonight." She wrote up a quick contract of employment, for a salary that was much higher than I expected. I signed without a moment's hesitation. I could tell that she was thinking that she would get many more tickle moments with me in the employ of the hotel, but I didn't care about her reasons. I needed a job, and this sounded like a good one.

Maureen wrote out a company check and handed it to me. "This is a bonus for you. I hope you'll like working for the Chalice...and stay for a very long time." She smiled as she handed it to me. Two thousand dollars. Wow.

I smiled back and winked into her glowing eyes. "Thank you Maureen. I'm tickled by your generosity."

She giggled. "Oh no...I hope I'm the one who is tickled by hiring you." She winked back.

I turned and headed out to the lobby, where I sat to write this. On the way, I passed the clerk who had led me to Maureen's office, and he didn't seem pleased when I told him I worked there now. What a putz.

Anyway, my charm is cold again, but that's okay. I need a break from all this foot tickling anyway. Tonight I start work as a concierge. I have $2000 in my pocket to go pay some bills and buy some new clothes with. Maybe I'll rent a new apartment today. I'll write again after my first night on the job, or earlier if something of interest should happen between now and then.

End of Journal Entry #4
 
What A GOOD TICKLING STORY!

You could write more on how he serviced his female employer.:woot:
 
Great story, laughter_n_love! Really enjoyed that premise of female hotel management being intrigued by foot tickling! Just delightful and so well written. Maureen sounds like some kind of ticklephile. Thank you for writing this amazing diary entry! Hope you have a laughter and love filled day.

Sincerely,
John Smith, The Laughter Mechanic
 
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