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Woo! Part Five is here! Took me a few months and a lot of writers block but I finally finished the next chapter in Sam’s story. In this chapter Madam Rake, or Libby as those outside of work call her, is happy to have a newbie on board at KK and has taken a special interest in our Sam. She see’s her potential and has set up an outside of work meet up at her house to go over some of the finer points of being a tickle worker, as well as teach her a bit more about the deeper world of tickling. The first meeting of teacher and student begins here, and there are sure to be a few laughs and surprises this visit. As always, thank you to loverofmusic here on TMF and Quillsman on DA for reading over the story and helping me figure out some ideas. I hope you all enjoy and PLEASE leave a comment on what you liked, didnt like, and any suggestions you may for future ideas for this or other stories!
It’s been three days since Stacey told me I got the job and I still can’t believe it! This has been a huge step for me and if you’d have told me I would be here in this position last year, I would have called you insane. Heck, maybe I am insane for even doing this! Either way Madame Rake, or Libby as I learned what her real name is, has invited me over her house to go over my profile on the KK site and to give me some more tips in what to expect at this job.
I’m surprised to see she only lives about fifteen minutes away from me as I pull up to her house. It’s honestly a very nice looking house located in a normal single family home development. I can see that she’s made some good money as a tickle worker however, while most of the houses have normal siding, her house is stone with a neat looking tree in the front yard and a fence going around the back. I walk up and press the doorbell, Libby’s voice answering a few seconds later.
“Be right there!” I hear the knob turn and the front door opens to reveal the woman who tormented me in my first ticklee session. Just like then, she’s wearing normal clothes but has a happy and welcoming look on her face instead of a devious hungry one. ”Sam, hey! Come on in.” She grins happily.
“Hey Mada- I mean Libby. Thank you.” I quickly correct myself and walk in. I don’t know why but I expect in inside of her house to look like a sex dungeon, and once again I’m wrong. Tile floors greet me in the foyer and I can see a curved staircase that leads up to the second floor. There’s a nice balcony hallway that overlooks the entryway and I see a pair of younger teen twins walk by and talking about something I can’t hear.
“Ah those are my kids, Sarah and Ryan. At that age where they give me a headache but overall they’re sweet kids. Here let me introduce you to my husband.” Libby smiles and leads me back to the kitchen. “Jason, this is Sam. She’s the new co-worker I was telling you about.”
Jason is very handsome, reminding me of an older looking Theo James from the Divergent movies.
“Ah hello Sam. Nice to meet you.” The man says with a smile and gives me a nice handshake.
My cheeks instantly get very warm and I can’t seem to meet his eyes. I really hope he has no idea what Libby does for a job or I may die of embarrassment. “Um, n-nice to meet you too, sir.” I stammer back quietly and shake his hand.
“Well we’re going to go talk in the office then maybe head down to the workroom. Start thinking about what you want to order for dinner.” Libby tells her husband and leads me to a good sized office room with a few desks and computers.
“Please tell me Jason doesn’t know what you do for a living.” I plead as soon as Libby closes the door. “I’m embarrassed enough that I know I have this job!”
Libby gives a chuckle and gently touches my hand. “He does know about my job at KK. But don’t worry, he’s fine with it and is very open minded. There’s no reason to be embarrassed, Sam. Now let’s take a look at your KK profile.” Libby says as she brings up the Knismolagnia Kerfuffle website.
I pull up another rolly chair and watch as the familiar banner filled with tickling gifs flashes across the screen. Right under it there’s another banner that reads New team member inbound! Click for more info! With a click, my new profile shows up. At the top of the page is a picture of my grinning face that they took while making the page. I remember the man looking a bit confused as I burst out into giggles a few seconds after he snapped the picture. It wasn’t hard to get a good ticklish smile, all I had to do was think about Libby tickling me and I could feel her nails raking across my tummy again. Libby then scrolls down and looks at the rest of my profile.
Name: Samantha or Sam
Alias: (TBD)
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Height: 5’0” (five foot)
Body type: Average
Navel type: Innie
Shoe size: 6.5
Preference: Ler
TIcklish rating: 8.7/10
Availability: Training
I cringe a bit when reading over my ticklish rating. It was explained that eight was one of the higher ratings amongst the team members, but not the highest. Which I guess is a plus. I also can’t help but blush for some reason seeing my navel type as well. Libby only tickled it for a few seconds with that evil raspberry, but I hope to God no one else thinks to tickle there!
“Hmm no alias yet. We’ll have to think of one for you.” Libby says as she gets to the bottom of my profile. “Alright I’ll explain how things work again from our end. A customer will request you for a session. After they do there will be a notification on your profile when you log in. There you can see the details like name, age, what kind of session, and any other specific things they’ve asked for. You then have a week to decide if you want to take the session or not. If you don’t put in an answer by then, it will automatically decline the session for you. As for observing sessions, those you don’t choose, you’re assigned them.”
“Oh, I didn’t know how that worked. So I don’t have a choice on watching a session or not?” I ask nervously. While I’m happy I got the job, I still can’t help but get my nerves in a tizzy thinking about watching or participating in a session.
“I mean you can always refuse like any other job but Stacey won’t be too happy about it. It’s really not that bad, plus they tend to pair you up with other workers you have good chemistry with or are friendly with.” Libby explains which makes me feel a little better. “Here let me run through things one more time incase you didn’t fully get it when setting up your profile. I know it can be a bit much at first. Every lee session you do will have at least one other worker there to watch and supervise. One supervisor per three ticklers for safety’s sake. For every ler session you do the customer has to bring a person to supervise, so just one worker then. For a viewing session it’s the same rules, one worker per three customers for safety.”
“Viewing session? I remember seeing that option when I was setting up my ler session but I don’t know what it is.” I admit, though I think i already know the answer and I’m right.
“Viewing session, just what it sounds like. A customer pays to watch a worker tickle another one. They’re more rare then ler or lee sessions but you’ll get at least one or two a month. Now for the pay. You get thirty percent of the cost for every ticklee session. Tickler sessions you get twenty percent, and for observing you get fifteen. Add tips on top of that plus our after hours stuff, and this can be a very rewarding job.”
Tips? After hours stuff? No one told me anything about that! I had no idea I was even supposed to tip. I think Libby can see the far away look in my eyes as I process all this new information, earning me a quick squeeze on my side. “EEK!” I squeal loudly and twist almost fast enough to knock my glasses off.
“Stay with us here on earth honey. That squeal almost sounded like one of mine.” Libby teases and grins while I straighten my glasses.
“Really?” I ask in surprise. “Even after working at KK for so long you still get surprised like that?”
Libby giggles and gives me a nod. “Of course! Here let me show you this.” She turns back to the computer, clicks through a few folders, and after a few more seconds a video of Libby cuffed to a bondage device starts playing. The tickler is a middle aged man who walks up behind the device and whispers in her ear.
"All bound and nowhere to go Skitters. What ever shall we do?" He says in a voice that makes my skin crawl and starts rapidly goosing Libby's ribs over her tight tank top.
"EEK! YOHOU JEHEHERK!" She squeals and gives a little shake. The man gives a chuckle and stops after another second.
I’m blown away by two thoughts after seeing this. One is that a supposed veteran like Libby could still be surprised like that. The second is there’s VIDEO of a session from KK. “Um Libby, how did you get that video?” I ask nervously.
“Oh. Customers are allowed to ask for their sessions to be recorded so they can buy a copy. Of course we have to agree too before we accept the session, but yeah I have a ton.” Libby says like she’s explaining the most benign thing in the world.
“Oh, I didn’t know that was a thing.” I admit with my nerves flaring up again. It’s embarrassing enough to be tickled by a stranger in person, but knowing they’re able to take it home with them and watch it again? Oh God!
“Oh yeah, it happens about one every four sessions. Oh, this is one of my favorites!” Before I have time to think, Libby pulls up another video and scrolls half way through. When she stops I see a still of her with her head leaned back and her mouth open wide. She’s dressed in a bikini and her arms are cuffed high above her head. There’s three other people as well, one is in the background watching and the other two are each skittering two hands in Libby’s underarm which look slick for some reason. When she presses play I hear Libby’s voice thunder out of the speakers. “HAHAAHAHAA! NONONO! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! STAHAHAAP!”
I can’t help but cringe a little bit, Libby looking like she’s laughing just as hard as I did when she found my new belly laughs. Libby grins as she watches the clip back, her laughter roaring out so loud from the speakers, I wonder if anyone else in the house can hear it. My eyes focus in on the screen and see that the close tickler is actually using a hairbrush to scrub her underarms while the other is using both hands. The torture lasts for a few more seconds before Libby stops the video and closes it out.
“How are you still alive?” I whisper quietly. “I can’t imagine going through that.”
“Haha, after that session was over I asked myself the same question.That was one of the more intense ones for sure. But hey now you know what you have to look forward to! Possibly two master ticklers working over your worst spot for an eternity. I mean I'm lucky my worst spot is my underarms. Only ten fingers per hollow. You on the other hand, I can see about forty wiggling fingers giving that tummy a good work over.” Libby teases me while wiggling her fingers up by her cheeks.
I give a squirm as the image of eight disembodied hands digging into my tummy plays in my head. “T-that won’t actually happen though, right? I mean there’s no way someone would ever agree to something like that.” I ask with a light chuckle while trying to push the image out of my mind as quick as possible. Libby gives me a smile but says nothing, typing something on the computer instead.
“Look for yourself.” She points to the computer where she’s brought up a website called “clips4sale.” About three links down I see what she’s referring to. The title says “The Gang gets Mika’s tummy.” The sample picture is just a younger looking Asian woman wearing a bikini tied to what looks like a wooden X. My blood runs cold as Libby clicks on the preview button and a small video starts to play. Mika is surrounded by four other women all dressed in bikinis as one of the two blondes is counting down from five. Once she hits one, all four women dive their hands forward and start tickling the living hell out of Mika’s stomach. The poor asian woman explodes into hysterical laughter and tosses her head from side to side. After four or five seconds it cuts to another scene where each of the four women takes a turn blowing on her stomach, making her scream and laugh louder than before.
“Oh, shit.” I mumble in both amazement and horror as the clip ends with the tip of four feathers being spun around in Mika’s navel.
“And that’s just one of like a few dozen tummy gang tickle videos.” Libby says as calmly as you would telling someone the time. “But gang sessions of more than just two are pretty rare at KK, though it does happen from time to time.”
“That wasn’t at KK?” I ask groggily while getting over the shock of what I just watched.
Libby gives a chuckle and shakes her head with a smile. “No, it was just a random tickle porn video from this site's database.”
“Of course there’s tickling porn.” I groan in frustration.
Libby gives another chuckle and shows me a few other clips from other videos, carefully watching my reactions while I stare at the screen in horror. None of the clips I’ve seen so far have looked like anything that even remotely resembles fun. Every woman laughing at the top of her lungs while they beg, and even a few having tears streaming down their cheeks as well. “So none of that piqued your interest at all? You didn’t smile at a single one?” Libby asks while shutting down the computer.
“Of course not. Why would I smile at the thought of being tickled half, no, three quarters to death?” I ask while thinking if it’s too early to quit this job already.
Libby can clearly see by my face how uncomfortable and nervous I look and puts one of her hands on mine. “Look, Sam, you can’t just look at it from the ticklee’s perspective. Try putting yourself in the place of one of the people doing the tickling. Tickling is all about the dynamic, some people prefer to give up control by being forced to laugh and thrash around. Others enjoy the power of taking control, of making someone laugh with a poke here or a squeeze there. You may not enjoy the getting tickled part of the fetish yet, but you can still enjoy giving the tickles.” Libby’s voice is soft and reassuring which actually helps me start to calm down and think rationally.
“I guess I can see what you mean, yeah.” I nod slowly while thinking over her words.
“Good. You know what, here follow me.” She suggests and leads me out of the room and back towards the kitchen. “Oh Jason, we’re heading down to the workroom. Did you want to come too?” Libby asks her husband as we walk by.
Jason gives a smile but shakes his head and tells us to have fun. I’m led down to the basement which is furnished with a rather large tv and a few couches and recliners. There off to the side is another rather thick looking door and that’s where we head to.
“This here is what my husband and I call our “work room.” Libby giggles and unlocks the door with a hidden key I didn’t see her grab. As soon as she opens the door I finally see what I’ve been expecting since I started this whole journey.
“It’s a dungeon. A tickle dungeon.” I find myself saying inadvertently. And it looks exactly like that, albeit a very well lit dungeon. The room is about the size of a master bedroom and is furnished with all sorts of bondage equipment and different tools. There’s a full size bed with straps, handcuffs, even scarves, all attached to bars on the head and foot boards. There’s also that X shaped device that I saw in the clips, as well as what looks like a medieval rack, a pair of stocks, an exercise bench, and even chains with cuffs on the ceiling as well as on one of the walls too. As for the tools, there’s even more of them. There’s enough feathers of different sizes and colors to cover Big Bird, there’s hair brushes, makeup brushes, paint brushes, back scratchers, even a few electric toothbrushes! There’s even tools I don't even recognize.
“I mean that’s a bit of an extreme word for it, but I can see how someone new to BDSM would think so.” Libby chuckles and closes the door behind her. “Jason isn’t really as deep into the tickling fetish as I am but as you can see, he certainly indulges me every now and then. Sam? Sam?” Libby’s talking but the sheer number and diversity of objects in the room has overloaded my mind.
“Y-EEEK!” I yelp as a hand latches onto my side and gives a few pulses.
“Come back to Earth, Sam. I know it’s a lot to take in.” Libby says as my mind returns to me. “Now like I was saying before, if the thought of being tickled isn’t fun for you yet, let’s try being the one doing the tickling. Stacey said you tickled Lyla for your interview right? How’d you feel during that?”
I take a few moments to think back to it and remember before giving an answer. “I mean I did enjoy it, yeah. To a point. It was pretty funny when she called me a bitch while I was tickling her arches.”
“I’d say that’s impressive but Lyla does tend to curse a lot when she’s tickled. But it means you caught her off guard, so good for you!” Libby praised earnestly which gave me a little boost of confidence. “Any other times you can remember tickling someone where you had fun?”
I gave it some thought and remembered my first session when I got to tickle Risa. “Well there was my first, and so far only really, session at KK where I tickled Risa. I mean it didn’t really start out great. But once I got going a bit, I think I did pretty good.”
“Alright, tell me more. What parts stick out to you as fun?” Libby pushed while we both had a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Well there’s when I made her say the safeword the first time. Actually it was tickling her feet too. I had her laughing really loudly!” I grin as the memory passes through my head. “Made her safeword again a few minutes later with a hairbrush.”
“Yup that’ll do it. Hairbrushes normally are one of the go to for people’s feet if you want to get some good hard laughs from them. But I’ve always been a fan of good old fashioned fingers.” Libby nods and chuckles while my eyes dart over to about five different hairbrushes sitting about five feet away. “Any other times?”
I think for a moment then shake my head. “Not really, I don’t think. I mean I’m usually the one getting tickled with my friends.” This earns another chuckle from the older woman while she shakes her head.
“Ah, one of those. One friend knows your best spot and shows your reaction to the others and it just snowballs from there.” She explains in a tone that hints to me she knows all too well what that’s like. And she basically hit the nail right on the head.
“Yeah exactly. My best friend Kelsey, who is the whole reason why I’m here, come to think about it. She’s the one who’s always tickling everyone in our friend group, but mostly me and basically exposed me to our friends.” I explain with a smile on my face. “She’s always grabbing my ribs or sneaking up from behind and giving my sides a poke.”
“And do you ever tickle her back? Or at least try and fight her off?” Libby asks curiously.
I give another shrug of my shoulders and shake my head. “I mean rarely. She either takes me by surprise or tickles me so I can’t fight back.”
“You can always fight back Sam. You just have to know how and be smart. Here let me show you an example. Say she’s sitting next to you and starts goosing your side with her close hand. Go ahead and grab my side with your hand.” Libby begins to explain. I listen and reach up slightly, giving her right side a few pinches.
“Like this?” I instantly feel Libby’s body tense as she smiles and nods her head.
“Y-Yup.” She nods back with a half smile. “All you do is just use your inside hand and tickle back. Instead of leaving it at that, Libby decides to demonstrate, crawling her hand up the side of my ribcage.
“Heh-HEY!” I squeal while instantly letting go and scooting away.
“See? Effective! Now if she uses her outside hand, that’s even better. Try it again but use your other hand and squeeze my side again.” Libby continues. Once again I reach over and start digging into her side, this time earning a squeal of my own. “GAH! Goohood. Now what you want to do is grab onto her wrist with your outside hand and pull across.”
Without warning Libby snatches my wrist and yanks across, surprising me and dragging me down across her lap. With the same skill as when I was tied down, Libby’s hand finds my tummy and starts rapidly clawing at it.
“SHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHA! LIBBY!” I yell and burst out into hard laughter. My hands lock onto her wrist and try to pry her goosing hand away. Thankfully after a few more seconds she stops and helps me sit back up.
“Hey it’s learning time, no interruptions, young padawan. I’m doing this to help you.” Libby snarks at me. “Now you try.”
I tentatively nod and wait for the older woman to attack. Sure enough with the speed of a cat, Libby reaches across herself and latches onto my side, making me instantly start laughing again.
“DAHANG IT! Okahay! Grahahb and hahaHAHA! Pull!” I grunt out between spouts of laughter and use the technique I was just taught, yanking Libby across my lap and tickling her tummy back.
“Good! Very good.” Libby chuckles which gives me another burst of pride. “Nohow for the counter to this!”
Crap! I knew she was going to do this but my apparent lack of tickle knowledge has left me with no idea what she was about to do. I soon find out however as Libby grabs my ankle and lifts my foot slightly off the ground. This gives her enough space to slide a few fingers underneath and start scratching at the bottom of my socked foot.
“Crahhap! I didn’t think of that.” I admit a little sheepishly and let go of her side and arm. Much to my dismay however Libby doesn’t stop and sit back up. Instead she uses her now free hand to grab my ankle tightly. “Libby? Lihibby what are you doing?” I ask with a hint of worry when she quickly stands up and pulls my leg out straight.
“Testing you. I’ve shown you three different ways to fight back so now I want you to figure out how to get out of this.” Libby smirks and starts to peel off my sock.
I instantly jump to my feet, or foot at least, and start hopping up and down. “Libby, come on! This isn’t some kind of tickle fight! Don’t take off my sock!” I almost demand her while using the “teacher” voice I was taught to use with a misbehaving student.
“Wrong. This is exactly what this is. Trial by fire, now do your best to win.” Libby retorts happily and pulls my sock the rest of the way off and tosses it onto the floor. My heart stops as I remember that she knows exactly which part of my foot is the most ticklish.
“Crap! Libby, no! Libby, don’t you dare touch my-” by the time I get to the final word it’s already too late. Four long nails scratch rapidly from the top of my arch to the bottom and make me start cracking up. “PFFT HAHAHAHA! CHEHEHATER!”
“Come on Sam, think of a way out because I have plans for this archy right here.” Libby teases playfully.
I hop up and down on my good foot while chortling loudly and desperately trying to figure a way out of this. I have to calm myself down and think for a moment, try to push the tickling to the back of my mind. I could yell at her again, but with me laughing that won’t convey any seriousness. I could try just saying the safeword from the interview? Nope, can’t think of it with her fingers on my-
”YAHAHAHAHA!” I let out a quick spurt of harder laughter as Libby’s fingers start to threaten the very middle of my arch. Jeez I can’t think! My arch is too ticklish, I'm embarrassed out of my mind, and I have to focus on staying upright while Libby leads me across the room by my ankle. Wait, where is she leading me? I wonder when the answer comes a second later. Libby meets my eyes and gives me a wink, reaching behind her and grabbing a paddle hairbrush. “CRAP! CRAP–CRAP-CRAHAHAHAAAP! NONONO!”
Libby grins even more and gets that hungry look in her eye from the interview. “Better hurry.”She teases and playfully waggles the brush in mid air. “I think this little footsie has a date with Mr br-Hehey!”
In a last ditch effort and without really thinking, I hop close enough forward to reach out and grab at her ribs. This ends up being enough to take her by surprise and make her drop the brush onto the floor. I’ve saved myself for the moment but there are still four more brushes within easy reach. Best to press my attack! I hop one step back to get a better angle and really start digging into Libby’s ribs, trying my best to keep her at bay.
“Alright hehehehehee! Ahahhalright! Gohohoood johob.” Libby giggles and titters which loosens her grip enough for me to yank my foot free. Now back on two feet, I quickly pull my arms back and scramble backwards out of reach.
Libby smiles and gives her fingers a crack which sends a chill up my spine and makes my skin prickle. “Libby, stop! This isn’t fair! You have way more experience!” I stammer while keeping my hands up in front of me in case she randomly tries to attack.
“Life isn’t fair honey. Besides, you can just consider this as adding to your own experience. Now back to trying to tickle each other silly.” Libby grins and starts to take slow methodical steps towards me.
For every step forward she takes, I take two steps back. My nerves are on fire and I break out into a light sweat. I’m not nervous about being tickled in general, I mean it’s going to be my job now. What I’m nervous about is how badly I might get tickled if I don’t manage to hold Libby off. I mean the thirty minutes she got me for during my interview, and even the few tickles she’s given me here today have been close to unbearable! My mind starts to run wild as the memories of her tickling me all over while I was tied down replays in my head like a best of series. It’s not long before my imagination and body once again betray me like before.
The image of her fingers wiggling into my ribcage and her hands pinching rapidly up and down my sides causes my body to start to actually feel those sensations. My ribs tingle and I swear there’s some kind of magic invisible fingers digging into my sides. A quick glance over towards one of the mirrors in the room shows how bad i’m feeling it, a wide grin plastered on my face. Then Libby goe to strike, shooting her hand out and reaching for my right side. Both luckily and unluckily for me I feel the phantom hand give my right side a hard goose.
“EEK! NOHO!” I squeal and instinctively twist away to the left, spinning out of reach of the actual attack.
“So loud and I didn’t even touch you.” Libby giggles and grins right back at me. She has no idea the mental struggle I’m going through just to stay on my feet! It’s like I’m fighting two battle at once, a tickle fight against her, and a struggle against my own imagination to cease the phantom tickles prickling across my body. “Got you.” Libby grunts and lunges forward where she quickly grabs both of my wrists.
At the same time I feel ghostly lips blow a raspberry on my bellybutton. “SHIHIHIT!” I yelp and fall to both knees while shooting my hands out to shove away the imaginary figure. Once again this proves helpful as my hands instead of finding the mystery head, find Libby’s stomach. My fingers press in deep and put pressure there making her now give a squeal of surprise.
“EEK!” Libby takes a few steps back and gives me a look of surprise at first that morphs into one of almost pride at my attack.
I use this newly created space between us to jump to my feet. I take a second and close my eyes, shaking my head and banishing the imaginary tickles from my mind and body. “Ok so far so good I guess.” I think to myself while my pride swells from her look. “Ok so it may have just been luck these past two times but I think I'm faster than her. Maybe being younger and quicker can give me a bit of a better chance!” With this newfound confidence I ready myself to continue, positioning my arms and legs so I can attempt to dodge her next attack and hopefully launch one of my own right after.
Now that I’ve thought that and manifested it into the universe, I’m of course about to be dealt a blow of irony immediately after. Libby gets that hungry look in her eyes once more and moves with a quickness I didn’t know a woman in her forties could have. She darts a few steps forward and sweeps her foot across the floor, hitting the side of my right foot and shoving it sideways. The angle of my body and the new position of my foot force me to have to twist slightly inward and take a strange angle. Like a professional fighter, Libby jumps on the opportunity and tackles me to the ground in a flailing of limbs.
I hit the ground and let out a small gasp as some of the air leaves my lungs. ”No escape this time.” Libby almost hisses and like a snake, seems to slither behind me and coils herself around me. Her legs wrap around my thighs and squeeze while one of her arms twists around my own left arm and grabs my wrist. My legs are forced straight as a board and my arm is trapped above my head with no way to pull it down.
“Oh no-HOHO HAHAHAHAA!!” I let out a loud burst of laughter as Libby wastes no time in plunging her free hand into my exposed underarm and making me regret wearing a tank top. Five nails scratch and scrape rapidly around in my hollow forcing waves of hard laughter to pour out of my mouth.
“Got your pitty, oh yes I do! Ah tickle-wickle, fickle-doo!” Libby teases happily while continuing to assault my underarm.
This only makes me close my eyes and laugh even harder, my voice starting to get so loud begin to wonder if anyone else in the house can hear it. “HAHAHAHAHA! LI-LIBBY HAHAHAHAHAA! GET OU-HOW-HOW-HOUT OF THERE HAHAHHA!” My fingers flex rapidly like I’m trying to claw my way out through the air before clenching into fists and shaking like one does at kids on the lawn.
Despite my request along with more added begging after, Libby doesn’t listen, but instead decides to push me further. “Poor Sammy-poo, I got these pitties……and now I got your sides too!”
My eyes go as wide as dinner plates when I feel Libby’s hand leave my underarm and shoot up under the bottom of my shirt. Her hand morphs into some kind of retched claw and latches onto my side. I give another gasp and time seems to stand still. My eyes glance down at the lump under my shirt and just as life resumes again, I scream. “EEEK! HAHAHA-HAHAA! SHIT-SHIT-SHIHIT! WHY MEEEEEEEEE-HEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHA!”
My muscles lock up and my body starts to convulse as my ticklers expert nails dig and wriggle into my bare flank. I throw my head back and laugh even louder than before, almost head butting Libby in the process. Once again I’m reminded of the skill of someone who’s been in the deep tickle world for most of their life. Libby’s hand flys up and down my side while pinching and goosing rapidly, making me laugh heartily. She adds in some deep lobster clawing randomly to keep my nerves on edge and keep me squealing loudly. My toes are clenched and shaking while my feet kick rapidly, my legs straining to bend even half an inch under Libby’s leg lock. I twist and buck my hips with waning strength, my butt and the small of my back thumping against my tickler’s body.
Libby meanwhile seems to be eating this up as I can hear her softly giggling behind me. “Keep up these reactions Sam and I might have to book a session with you on my own time.” She teases while scratching four fingers in the spot where my sides and tummy meet.
I’m cackling my brains out now, my eyes shut tight while tears start to leak out. I’ve taken all the tickling I can and I’m going to just give up when suddenly something unexpected happens.
“Maybe we should play find the abs again.What do you think Sam? Where oh where are the abs? Could they be he-EEEEEEEK! AHAHAHASS HOLE!” Libby shrieks.
“They’re right here? Aren't they?” A deeper voice answers back with amusement as I feel a large hand slide between my back and Libby’s front. I feel Libby quickly release me and get lifted away, deep breaths of fresh air filling my lungs.
“DAHAHAAMN IT JASON! STAHAHAAP!” Libby laughs loudly above me. I crack my eyes open and see Libby lifted in a midair tickle hug by her husband.
“Remember what we tell our kids Libb’s. Bullying is bad, and going all out in a tickle fight against a newbie is bullying. No matter how adorable she looks while you’re tickling her.” Jason chides and makes my cheeks burn. Then in a feat I didn’t think was possible, Jason overpowers Libby and puts her in an almost full nelson. “Alright Sam, payback time. Have at those pits, she won’t escape.” Jason urges me with a wink.
I quickly compose myself and stand up. I certainly don’t want to waste this opportunity, nor do I want Jason to change his mind and decide to help Libby instead. I give Libby a wrathful smile and begin to move my hands towards her cupped underarms, glad she’s wearing a sleeveless top as well.
Libby must see that she’s doomed because she instantly stops fighting and gives a sigh. “Well shit. Guess I had this coming.”
I’m no expert tickler but the laughs I get from scribbling my fingers in Libby’s underarms are getting a much better reaction than I thought. Libby throws her head from side to side and laughs almost as hard as I was, either on purpose or in earnest I’m not sure. Either way, I spend the next three minutes taking my revenge on her underarms and the space right below them too.
“OKAHAHAY! OKAhahahaay hahaha-HAHAHA! I GIHIHVE!” She chortles heartily with pink cheeks.
I’ve had totally enough with ticking today so I gladly stop and let the older woman breathe. Libby takes it in stride and shrugs off the tickling like it never happened, launching into a discussion with Jason about dinner as we all leave the tickle room. I’m invited to stay for dinner but I politely decline and explain I’d rather just relax at home before my first day tomorrow.
“Good luck Sam. I know Libby will take good care of you so don’t be too scared. Just be yourself and try to sponge up as much as you can.” Jason says with a smile.
“That’s right. I don’t think you’ll be with me tomorrow but if you have any questions feel free to ask whoever they put you with or just find me. Trust me, you can do this and I know you’ll be great. Good luck Sam and I’ll try to pop by sometime tomorrow.” Libby adds and give me a hug goodbye.
I give a genuine smile back and hug Libby back. “Thanks. Maybe we can have lunch together too, if lunch breaks are a thing.” I giggle and head back to my car. My first day as a tickle worker is tomorrow and I’m both nervous yet kind of excited too. Well there’s no turning back now. I just hope my first session isn’t as a ticklee!
There we go, part five is done! Sam got to meet the real Libby, learn a bit more about her upcoming job, got shocked by a few tickle videos, and finally had her first tickle fight with a real pro and didn’t die haha. Next up is Sam’s first day and I’m already working on it as we speak! As i said before I hope you enjoyed this installment in the series and PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment letting me know what you thought and any ideas you would like to see in the future! Comments keep me going, both good and bad so feel free to make my eyes hurt from reading them all haha. Until next time tickle friends!
It’s been three days since Stacey told me I got the job and I still can’t believe it! This has been a huge step for me and if you’d have told me I would be here in this position last year, I would have called you insane. Heck, maybe I am insane for even doing this! Either way Madame Rake, or Libby as I learned what her real name is, has invited me over her house to go over my profile on the KK site and to give me some more tips in what to expect at this job.
I’m surprised to see she only lives about fifteen minutes away from me as I pull up to her house. It’s honestly a very nice looking house located in a normal single family home development. I can see that she’s made some good money as a tickle worker however, while most of the houses have normal siding, her house is stone with a neat looking tree in the front yard and a fence going around the back. I walk up and press the doorbell, Libby’s voice answering a few seconds later.
“Be right there!” I hear the knob turn and the front door opens to reveal the woman who tormented me in my first ticklee session. Just like then, she’s wearing normal clothes but has a happy and welcoming look on her face instead of a devious hungry one. ”Sam, hey! Come on in.” She grins happily.
“Hey Mada- I mean Libby. Thank you.” I quickly correct myself and walk in. I don’t know why but I expect in inside of her house to look like a sex dungeon, and once again I’m wrong. Tile floors greet me in the foyer and I can see a curved staircase that leads up to the second floor. There’s a nice balcony hallway that overlooks the entryway and I see a pair of younger teen twins walk by and talking about something I can’t hear.
“Ah those are my kids, Sarah and Ryan. At that age where they give me a headache but overall they’re sweet kids. Here let me introduce you to my husband.” Libby smiles and leads me back to the kitchen. “Jason, this is Sam. She’s the new co-worker I was telling you about.”
Jason is very handsome, reminding me of an older looking Theo James from the Divergent movies.
“Ah hello Sam. Nice to meet you.” The man says with a smile and gives me a nice handshake.
My cheeks instantly get very warm and I can’t seem to meet his eyes. I really hope he has no idea what Libby does for a job or I may die of embarrassment. “Um, n-nice to meet you too, sir.” I stammer back quietly and shake his hand.
“Well we’re going to go talk in the office then maybe head down to the workroom. Start thinking about what you want to order for dinner.” Libby tells her husband and leads me to a good sized office room with a few desks and computers.
“Please tell me Jason doesn’t know what you do for a living.” I plead as soon as Libby closes the door. “I’m embarrassed enough that I know I have this job!”
Libby gives a chuckle and gently touches my hand. “He does know about my job at KK. But don’t worry, he’s fine with it and is very open minded. There’s no reason to be embarrassed, Sam. Now let’s take a look at your KK profile.” Libby says as she brings up the Knismolagnia Kerfuffle website.
I pull up another rolly chair and watch as the familiar banner filled with tickling gifs flashes across the screen. Right under it there’s another banner that reads New team member inbound! Click for more info! With a click, my new profile shows up. At the top of the page is a picture of my grinning face that they took while making the page. I remember the man looking a bit confused as I burst out into giggles a few seconds after he snapped the picture. It wasn’t hard to get a good ticklish smile, all I had to do was think about Libby tickling me and I could feel her nails raking across my tummy again. Libby then scrolls down and looks at the rest of my profile.
Name: Samantha or Sam
Alias: (TBD)
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Height: 5’0” (five foot)
Body type: Average
Navel type: Innie
Shoe size: 6.5
Preference: Ler
TIcklish rating: 8.7/10
Availability: Training
I cringe a bit when reading over my ticklish rating. It was explained that eight was one of the higher ratings amongst the team members, but not the highest. Which I guess is a plus. I also can’t help but blush for some reason seeing my navel type as well. Libby only tickled it for a few seconds with that evil raspberry, but I hope to God no one else thinks to tickle there!
“Hmm no alias yet. We’ll have to think of one for you.” Libby says as she gets to the bottom of my profile. “Alright I’ll explain how things work again from our end. A customer will request you for a session. After they do there will be a notification on your profile when you log in. There you can see the details like name, age, what kind of session, and any other specific things they’ve asked for. You then have a week to decide if you want to take the session or not. If you don’t put in an answer by then, it will automatically decline the session for you. As for observing sessions, those you don’t choose, you’re assigned them.”
“Oh, I didn’t know how that worked. So I don’t have a choice on watching a session or not?” I ask nervously. While I’m happy I got the job, I still can’t help but get my nerves in a tizzy thinking about watching or participating in a session.
“I mean you can always refuse like any other job but Stacey won’t be too happy about it. It’s really not that bad, plus they tend to pair you up with other workers you have good chemistry with or are friendly with.” Libby explains which makes me feel a little better. “Here let me run through things one more time incase you didn’t fully get it when setting up your profile. I know it can be a bit much at first. Every lee session you do will have at least one other worker there to watch and supervise. One supervisor per three ticklers for safety’s sake. For every ler session you do the customer has to bring a person to supervise, so just one worker then. For a viewing session it’s the same rules, one worker per three customers for safety.”
“Viewing session? I remember seeing that option when I was setting up my ler session but I don’t know what it is.” I admit, though I think i already know the answer and I’m right.
“Viewing session, just what it sounds like. A customer pays to watch a worker tickle another one. They’re more rare then ler or lee sessions but you’ll get at least one or two a month. Now for the pay. You get thirty percent of the cost for every ticklee session. Tickler sessions you get twenty percent, and for observing you get fifteen. Add tips on top of that plus our after hours stuff, and this can be a very rewarding job.”
Tips? After hours stuff? No one told me anything about that! I had no idea I was even supposed to tip. I think Libby can see the far away look in my eyes as I process all this new information, earning me a quick squeeze on my side. “EEK!” I squeal loudly and twist almost fast enough to knock my glasses off.
“Stay with us here on earth honey. That squeal almost sounded like one of mine.” Libby teases and grins while I straighten my glasses.
“Really?” I ask in surprise. “Even after working at KK for so long you still get surprised like that?”
Libby giggles and gives me a nod. “Of course! Here let me show you this.” She turns back to the computer, clicks through a few folders, and after a few more seconds a video of Libby cuffed to a bondage device starts playing. The tickler is a middle aged man who walks up behind the device and whispers in her ear.
"All bound and nowhere to go Skitters. What ever shall we do?" He says in a voice that makes my skin crawl and starts rapidly goosing Libby's ribs over her tight tank top.
"EEK! YOHOU JEHEHERK!" She squeals and gives a little shake. The man gives a chuckle and stops after another second.
I’m blown away by two thoughts after seeing this. One is that a supposed veteran like Libby could still be surprised like that. The second is there’s VIDEO of a session from KK. “Um Libby, how did you get that video?” I ask nervously.
“Oh. Customers are allowed to ask for their sessions to be recorded so they can buy a copy. Of course we have to agree too before we accept the session, but yeah I have a ton.” Libby says like she’s explaining the most benign thing in the world.
“Oh, I didn’t know that was a thing.” I admit with my nerves flaring up again. It’s embarrassing enough to be tickled by a stranger in person, but knowing they’re able to take it home with them and watch it again? Oh God!
“Oh yeah, it happens about one every four sessions. Oh, this is one of my favorites!” Before I have time to think, Libby pulls up another video and scrolls half way through. When she stops I see a still of her with her head leaned back and her mouth open wide. She’s dressed in a bikini and her arms are cuffed high above her head. There’s three other people as well, one is in the background watching and the other two are each skittering two hands in Libby’s underarm which look slick for some reason. When she presses play I hear Libby’s voice thunder out of the speakers. “HAHAAHAHAA! NONONO! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! STAHAHAAP!”
I can’t help but cringe a little bit, Libby looking like she’s laughing just as hard as I did when she found my new belly laughs. Libby grins as she watches the clip back, her laughter roaring out so loud from the speakers, I wonder if anyone else in the house can hear it. My eyes focus in on the screen and see that the close tickler is actually using a hairbrush to scrub her underarms while the other is using both hands. The torture lasts for a few more seconds before Libby stops the video and closes it out.
“How are you still alive?” I whisper quietly. “I can’t imagine going through that.”
“Haha, after that session was over I asked myself the same question.That was one of the more intense ones for sure. But hey now you know what you have to look forward to! Possibly two master ticklers working over your worst spot for an eternity. I mean I'm lucky my worst spot is my underarms. Only ten fingers per hollow. You on the other hand, I can see about forty wiggling fingers giving that tummy a good work over.” Libby teases me while wiggling her fingers up by her cheeks.
I give a squirm as the image of eight disembodied hands digging into my tummy plays in my head. “T-that won’t actually happen though, right? I mean there’s no way someone would ever agree to something like that.” I ask with a light chuckle while trying to push the image out of my mind as quick as possible. Libby gives me a smile but says nothing, typing something on the computer instead.
“Look for yourself.” She points to the computer where she’s brought up a website called “clips4sale.” About three links down I see what she’s referring to. The title says “The Gang gets Mika’s tummy.” The sample picture is just a younger looking Asian woman wearing a bikini tied to what looks like a wooden X. My blood runs cold as Libby clicks on the preview button and a small video starts to play. Mika is surrounded by four other women all dressed in bikinis as one of the two blondes is counting down from five. Once she hits one, all four women dive their hands forward and start tickling the living hell out of Mika’s stomach. The poor asian woman explodes into hysterical laughter and tosses her head from side to side. After four or five seconds it cuts to another scene where each of the four women takes a turn blowing on her stomach, making her scream and laugh louder than before.
“Oh, shit.” I mumble in both amazement and horror as the clip ends with the tip of four feathers being spun around in Mika’s navel.
“And that’s just one of like a few dozen tummy gang tickle videos.” Libby says as calmly as you would telling someone the time. “But gang sessions of more than just two are pretty rare at KK, though it does happen from time to time.”
“That wasn’t at KK?” I ask groggily while getting over the shock of what I just watched.
Libby gives a chuckle and shakes her head with a smile. “No, it was just a random tickle porn video from this site's database.”
“Of course there’s tickling porn.” I groan in frustration.
Libby gives another chuckle and shows me a few other clips from other videos, carefully watching my reactions while I stare at the screen in horror. None of the clips I’ve seen so far have looked like anything that even remotely resembles fun. Every woman laughing at the top of her lungs while they beg, and even a few having tears streaming down their cheeks as well. “So none of that piqued your interest at all? You didn’t smile at a single one?” Libby asks while shutting down the computer.
“Of course not. Why would I smile at the thought of being tickled half, no, three quarters to death?” I ask while thinking if it’s too early to quit this job already.
Libby can clearly see by my face how uncomfortable and nervous I look and puts one of her hands on mine. “Look, Sam, you can’t just look at it from the ticklee’s perspective. Try putting yourself in the place of one of the people doing the tickling. Tickling is all about the dynamic, some people prefer to give up control by being forced to laugh and thrash around. Others enjoy the power of taking control, of making someone laugh with a poke here or a squeeze there. You may not enjoy the getting tickled part of the fetish yet, but you can still enjoy giving the tickles.” Libby’s voice is soft and reassuring which actually helps me start to calm down and think rationally.
“I guess I can see what you mean, yeah.” I nod slowly while thinking over her words.
“Good. You know what, here follow me.” She suggests and leads me out of the room and back towards the kitchen. “Oh Jason, we’re heading down to the workroom. Did you want to come too?” Libby asks her husband as we walk by.
Jason gives a smile but shakes his head and tells us to have fun. I’m led down to the basement which is furnished with a rather large tv and a few couches and recliners. There off to the side is another rather thick looking door and that’s where we head to.
“This here is what my husband and I call our “work room.” Libby giggles and unlocks the door with a hidden key I didn’t see her grab. As soon as she opens the door I finally see what I’ve been expecting since I started this whole journey.
“It’s a dungeon. A tickle dungeon.” I find myself saying inadvertently. And it looks exactly like that, albeit a very well lit dungeon. The room is about the size of a master bedroom and is furnished with all sorts of bondage equipment and different tools. There’s a full size bed with straps, handcuffs, even scarves, all attached to bars on the head and foot boards. There’s also that X shaped device that I saw in the clips, as well as what looks like a medieval rack, a pair of stocks, an exercise bench, and even chains with cuffs on the ceiling as well as on one of the walls too. As for the tools, there’s even more of them. There’s enough feathers of different sizes and colors to cover Big Bird, there’s hair brushes, makeup brushes, paint brushes, back scratchers, even a few electric toothbrushes! There’s even tools I don't even recognize.
“I mean that’s a bit of an extreme word for it, but I can see how someone new to BDSM would think so.” Libby chuckles and closes the door behind her. “Jason isn’t really as deep into the tickling fetish as I am but as you can see, he certainly indulges me every now and then. Sam? Sam?” Libby’s talking but the sheer number and diversity of objects in the room has overloaded my mind.
“Y-EEEK!” I yelp as a hand latches onto my side and gives a few pulses.
“Come back to Earth, Sam. I know it’s a lot to take in.” Libby says as my mind returns to me. “Now like I was saying before, if the thought of being tickled isn’t fun for you yet, let’s try being the one doing the tickling. Stacey said you tickled Lyla for your interview right? How’d you feel during that?”
I take a few moments to think back to it and remember before giving an answer. “I mean I did enjoy it, yeah. To a point. It was pretty funny when she called me a bitch while I was tickling her arches.”
“I’d say that’s impressive but Lyla does tend to curse a lot when she’s tickled. But it means you caught her off guard, so good for you!” Libby praised earnestly which gave me a little boost of confidence. “Any other times you can remember tickling someone where you had fun?”
I gave it some thought and remembered my first session when I got to tickle Risa. “Well there was my first, and so far only really, session at KK where I tickled Risa. I mean it didn’t really start out great. But once I got going a bit, I think I did pretty good.”
“Alright, tell me more. What parts stick out to you as fun?” Libby pushed while we both had a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Well there’s when I made her say the safeword the first time. Actually it was tickling her feet too. I had her laughing really loudly!” I grin as the memory passes through my head. “Made her safeword again a few minutes later with a hairbrush.”
“Yup that’ll do it. Hairbrushes normally are one of the go to for people’s feet if you want to get some good hard laughs from them. But I’ve always been a fan of good old fashioned fingers.” Libby nods and chuckles while my eyes dart over to about five different hairbrushes sitting about five feet away. “Any other times?”
I think for a moment then shake my head. “Not really, I don’t think. I mean I’m usually the one getting tickled with my friends.” This earns another chuckle from the older woman while she shakes her head.
“Ah, one of those. One friend knows your best spot and shows your reaction to the others and it just snowballs from there.” She explains in a tone that hints to me she knows all too well what that’s like. And she basically hit the nail right on the head.
“Yeah exactly. My best friend Kelsey, who is the whole reason why I’m here, come to think about it. She’s the one who’s always tickling everyone in our friend group, but mostly me and basically exposed me to our friends.” I explain with a smile on my face. “She’s always grabbing my ribs or sneaking up from behind and giving my sides a poke.”
“And do you ever tickle her back? Or at least try and fight her off?” Libby asks curiously.
I give another shrug of my shoulders and shake my head. “I mean rarely. She either takes me by surprise or tickles me so I can’t fight back.”
“You can always fight back Sam. You just have to know how and be smart. Here let me show you an example. Say she’s sitting next to you and starts goosing your side with her close hand. Go ahead and grab my side with your hand.” Libby begins to explain. I listen and reach up slightly, giving her right side a few pinches.
“Like this?” I instantly feel Libby’s body tense as she smiles and nods her head.
“Y-Yup.” She nods back with a half smile. “All you do is just use your inside hand and tickle back. Instead of leaving it at that, Libby decides to demonstrate, crawling her hand up the side of my ribcage.
“Heh-HEY!” I squeal while instantly letting go and scooting away.
“See? Effective! Now if she uses her outside hand, that’s even better. Try it again but use your other hand and squeeze my side again.” Libby continues. Once again I reach over and start digging into her side, this time earning a squeal of my own. “GAH! Goohood. Now what you want to do is grab onto her wrist with your outside hand and pull across.”
Without warning Libby snatches my wrist and yanks across, surprising me and dragging me down across her lap. With the same skill as when I was tied down, Libby’s hand finds my tummy and starts rapidly clawing at it.
“SHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHA! LIBBY!” I yell and burst out into hard laughter. My hands lock onto her wrist and try to pry her goosing hand away. Thankfully after a few more seconds she stops and helps me sit back up.
“Hey it’s learning time, no interruptions, young padawan. I’m doing this to help you.” Libby snarks at me. “Now you try.”
I tentatively nod and wait for the older woman to attack. Sure enough with the speed of a cat, Libby reaches across herself and latches onto my side, making me instantly start laughing again.
“DAHANG IT! Okahay! Grahahb and hahaHAHA! Pull!” I grunt out between spouts of laughter and use the technique I was just taught, yanking Libby across my lap and tickling her tummy back.
“Good! Very good.” Libby chuckles which gives me another burst of pride. “Nohow for the counter to this!”
Crap! I knew she was going to do this but my apparent lack of tickle knowledge has left me with no idea what she was about to do. I soon find out however as Libby grabs my ankle and lifts my foot slightly off the ground. This gives her enough space to slide a few fingers underneath and start scratching at the bottom of my socked foot.
“Crahhap! I didn’t think of that.” I admit a little sheepishly and let go of her side and arm. Much to my dismay however Libby doesn’t stop and sit back up. Instead she uses her now free hand to grab my ankle tightly. “Libby? Lihibby what are you doing?” I ask with a hint of worry when she quickly stands up and pulls my leg out straight.
“Testing you. I’ve shown you three different ways to fight back so now I want you to figure out how to get out of this.” Libby smirks and starts to peel off my sock.
I instantly jump to my feet, or foot at least, and start hopping up and down. “Libby, come on! This isn’t some kind of tickle fight! Don’t take off my sock!” I almost demand her while using the “teacher” voice I was taught to use with a misbehaving student.
“Wrong. This is exactly what this is. Trial by fire, now do your best to win.” Libby retorts happily and pulls my sock the rest of the way off and tosses it onto the floor. My heart stops as I remember that she knows exactly which part of my foot is the most ticklish.
“Crap! Libby, no! Libby, don’t you dare touch my-” by the time I get to the final word it’s already too late. Four long nails scratch rapidly from the top of my arch to the bottom and make me start cracking up. “PFFT HAHAHAHA! CHEHEHATER!”
“Come on Sam, think of a way out because I have plans for this archy right here.” Libby teases playfully.
I hop up and down on my good foot while chortling loudly and desperately trying to figure a way out of this. I have to calm myself down and think for a moment, try to push the tickling to the back of my mind. I could yell at her again, but with me laughing that won’t convey any seriousness. I could try just saying the safeword from the interview? Nope, can’t think of it with her fingers on my-
”YAHAHAHAHA!” I let out a quick spurt of harder laughter as Libby’s fingers start to threaten the very middle of my arch. Jeez I can’t think! My arch is too ticklish, I'm embarrassed out of my mind, and I have to focus on staying upright while Libby leads me across the room by my ankle. Wait, where is she leading me? I wonder when the answer comes a second later. Libby meets my eyes and gives me a wink, reaching behind her and grabbing a paddle hairbrush. “CRAP! CRAP–CRAP-CRAHAHAHAAAP! NONONO!”
Libby grins even more and gets that hungry look in her eye from the interview. “Better hurry.”She teases and playfully waggles the brush in mid air. “I think this little footsie has a date with Mr br-Hehey!”
In a last ditch effort and without really thinking, I hop close enough forward to reach out and grab at her ribs. This ends up being enough to take her by surprise and make her drop the brush onto the floor. I’ve saved myself for the moment but there are still four more brushes within easy reach. Best to press my attack! I hop one step back to get a better angle and really start digging into Libby’s ribs, trying my best to keep her at bay.
“Alright hehehehehee! Ahahhalright! Gohohoood johob.” Libby giggles and titters which loosens her grip enough for me to yank my foot free. Now back on two feet, I quickly pull my arms back and scramble backwards out of reach.
Libby smiles and gives her fingers a crack which sends a chill up my spine and makes my skin prickle. “Libby, stop! This isn’t fair! You have way more experience!” I stammer while keeping my hands up in front of me in case she randomly tries to attack.
“Life isn’t fair honey. Besides, you can just consider this as adding to your own experience. Now back to trying to tickle each other silly.” Libby grins and starts to take slow methodical steps towards me.
For every step forward she takes, I take two steps back. My nerves are on fire and I break out into a light sweat. I’m not nervous about being tickled in general, I mean it’s going to be my job now. What I’m nervous about is how badly I might get tickled if I don’t manage to hold Libby off. I mean the thirty minutes she got me for during my interview, and even the few tickles she’s given me here today have been close to unbearable! My mind starts to run wild as the memories of her tickling me all over while I was tied down replays in my head like a best of series. It’s not long before my imagination and body once again betray me like before.
The image of her fingers wiggling into my ribcage and her hands pinching rapidly up and down my sides causes my body to start to actually feel those sensations. My ribs tingle and I swear there’s some kind of magic invisible fingers digging into my sides. A quick glance over towards one of the mirrors in the room shows how bad i’m feeling it, a wide grin plastered on my face. Then Libby goe to strike, shooting her hand out and reaching for my right side. Both luckily and unluckily for me I feel the phantom hand give my right side a hard goose.
“EEK! NOHO!” I squeal and instinctively twist away to the left, spinning out of reach of the actual attack.
“So loud and I didn’t even touch you.” Libby giggles and grins right back at me. She has no idea the mental struggle I’m going through just to stay on my feet! It’s like I’m fighting two battle at once, a tickle fight against her, and a struggle against my own imagination to cease the phantom tickles prickling across my body. “Got you.” Libby grunts and lunges forward where she quickly grabs both of my wrists.
At the same time I feel ghostly lips blow a raspberry on my bellybutton. “SHIHIHIT!” I yelp and fall to both knees while shooting my hands out to shove away the imaginary figure. Once again this proves helpful as my hands instead of finding the mystery head, find Libby’s stomach. My fingers press in deep and put pressure there making her now give a squeal of surprise.
“EEK!” Libby takes a few steps back and gives me a look of surprise at first that morphs into one of almost pride at my attack.
I use this newly created space between us to jump to my feet. I take a second and close my eyes, shaking my head and banishing the imaginary tickles from my mind and body. “Ok so far so good I guess.” I think to myself while my pride swells from her look. “Ok so it may have just been luck these past two times but I think I'm faster than her. Maybe being younger and quicker can give me a bit of a better chance!” With this newfound confidence I ready myself to continue, positioning my arms and legs so I can attempt to dodge her next attack and hopefully launch one of my own right after.
Now that I’ve thought that and manifested it into the universe, I’m of course about to be dealt a blow of irony immediately after. Libby gets that hungry look in her eyes once more and moves with a quickness I didn’t know a woman in her forties could have. She darts a few steps forward and sweeps her foot across the floor, hitting the side of my right foot and shoving it sideways. The angle of my body and the new position of my foot force me to have to twist slightly inward and take a strange angle. Like a professional fighter, Libby jumps on the opportunity and tackles me to the ground in a flailing of limbs.
I hit the ground and let out a small gasp as some of the air leaves my lungs. ”No escape this time.” Libby almost hisses and like a snake, seems to slither behind me and coils herself around me. Her legs wrap around my thighs and squeeze while one of her arms twists around my own left arm and grabs my wrist. My legs are forced straight as a board and my arm is trapped above my head with no way to pull it down.
“Oh no-HOHO HAHAHAHAA!!” I let out a loud burst of laughter as Libby wastes no time in plunging her free hand into my exposed underarm and making me regret wearing a tank top. Five nails scratch and scrape rapidly around in my hollow forcing waves of hard laughter to pour out of my mouth.
“Got your pitty, oh yes I do! Ah tickle-wickle, fickle-doo!” Libby teases happily while continuing to assault my underarm.
This only makes me close my eyes and laugh even harder, my voice starting to get so loud begin to wonder if anyone else in the house can hear it. “HAHAHAHAHA! LI-LIBBY HAHAHAHAHAA! GET OU-HOW-HOW-HOUT OF THERE HAHAHHA!” My fingers flex rapidly like I’m trying to claw my way out through the air before clenching into fists and shaking like one does at kids on the lawn.
Despite my request along with more added begging after, Libby doesn’t listen, but instead decides to push me further. “Poor Sammy-poo, I got these pitties……and now I got your sides too!”
My eyes go as wide as dinner plates when I feel Libby’s hand leave my underarm and shoot up under the bottom of my shirt. Her hand morphs into some kind of retched claw and latches onto my side. I give another gasp and time seems to stand still. My eyes glance down at the lump under my shirt and just as life resumes again, I scream. “EEEK! HAHAHA-HAHAA! SHIT-SHIT-SHIHIT! WHY MEEEEEEEEE-HEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHA!”
My muscles lock up and my body starts to convulse as my ticklers expert nails dig and wriggle into my bare flank. I throw my head back and laugh even louder than before, almost head butting Libby in the process. Once again I’m reminded of the skill of someone who’s been in the deep tickle world for most of their life. Libby’s hand flys up and down my side while pinching and goosing rapidly, making me laugh heartily. She adds in some deep lobster clawing randomly to keep my nerves on edge and keep me squealing loudly. My toes are clenched and shaking while my feet kick rapidly, my legs straining to bend even half an inch under Libby’s leg lock. I twist and buck my hips with waning strength, my butt and the small of my back thumping against my tickler’s body.
Libby meanwhile seems to be eating this up as I can hear her softly giggling behind me. “Keep up these reactions Sam and I might have to book a session with you on my own time.” She teases while scratching four fingers in the spot where my sides and tummy meet.
I’m cackling my brains out now, my eyes shut tight while tears start to leak out. I’ve taken all the tickling I can and I’m going to just give up when suddenly something unexpected happens.
“Maybe we should play find the abs again.What do you think Sam? Where oh where are the abs? Could they be he-EEEEEEEK! AHAHAHASS HOLE!” Libby shrieks.
“They’re right here? Aren't they?” A deeper voice answers back with amusement as I feel a large hand slide between my back and Libby’s front. I feel Libby quickly release me and get lifted away, deep breaths of fresh air filling my lungs.
“DAHAHAAMN IT JASON! STAHAHAAP!” Libby laughs loudly above me. I crack my eyes open and see Libby lifted in a midair tickle hug by her husband.
“Remember what we tell our kids Libb’s. Bullying is bad, and going all out in a tickle fight against a newbie is bullying. No matter how adorable she looks while you’re tickling her.” Jason chides and makes my cheeks burn. Then in a feat I didn’t think was possible, Jason overpowers Libby and puts her in an almost full nelson. “Alright Sam, payback time. Have at those pits, she won’t escape.” Jason urges me with a wink.
I quickly compose myself and stand up. I certainly don’t want to waste this opportunity, nor do I want Jason to change his mind and decide to help Libby instead. I give Libby a wrathful smile and begin to move my hands towards her cupped underarms, glad she’s wearing a sleeveless top as well.
Libby must see that she’s doomed because she instantly stops fighting and gives a sigh. “Well shit. Guess I had this coming.”
I’m no expert tickler but the laughs I get from scribbling my fingers in Libby’s underarms are getting a much better reaction than I thought. Libby throws her head from side to side and laughs almost as hard as I was, either on purpose or in earnest I’m not sure. Either way, I spend the next three minutes taking my revenge on her underarms and the space right below them too.
“OKAHAHAY! OKAhahahaay hahaha-HAHAHA! I GIHIHVE!” She chortles heartily with pink cheeks.
I’ve had totally enough with ticking today so I gladly stop and let the older woman breathe. Libby takes it in stride and shrugs off the tickling like it never happened, launching into a discussion with Jason about dinner as we all leave the tickle room. I’m invited to stay for dinner but I politely decline and explain I’d rather just relax at home before my first day tomorrow.
“Good luck Sam. I know Libby will take good care of you so don’t be too scared. Just be yourself and try to sponge up as much as you can.” Jason says with a smile.
“That’s right. I don’t think you’ll be with me tomorrow but if you have any questions feel free to ask whoever they put you with or just find me. Trust me, you can do this and I know you’ll be great. Good luck Sam and I’ll try to pop by sometime tomorrow.” Libby adds and give me a hug goodbye.
I give a genuine smile back and hug Libby back. “Thanks. Maybe we can have lunch together too, if lunch breaks are a thing.” I giggle and head back to my car. My first day as a tickle worker is tomorrow and I’m both nervous yet kind of excited too. Well there’s no turning back now. I just hope my first session isn’t as a ticklee!
There we go, part five is done! Sam got to meet the real Libby, learn a bit more about her upcoming job, got shocked by a few tickle videos, and finally had her first tickle fight with a real pro and didn’t die haha. Next up is Sam’s first day and I’m already working on it as we speak! As i said before I hope you enjoyed this installment in the series and PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment letting me know what you thought and any ideas you would like to see in the future! Comments keep me going, both good and bad so feel free to make my eyes hurt from reading them all haha. Until next time tickle friends!
