The Mall
Tales of the Tickle Punks
By Max Speer
Note: The permanent domain of the Tickle Punks is in a place called Kittletown. To read more about Kittletown, it’s inhabitants, laws and history, check out Books One through Three of my KITTLETOWN series. For help understanding some of the Tickle Punk slang, check out the "Tickling Gawkers Glossary" on this Forum.
Jake lit a menthol cigarette and blew it up into the sky, watching it mix with the image of the clouds. It looked like a feather in the sky. He waited with his back against the wall wondering when the hell his friends were coming. Jake was a twenty year old Tickle Punk; a denizen of Kittletown, Florida. He liked it there. He knew that with Dr. Gregory’s support, he and his band of Ticklers could do just about anything they wanted. It felt good. He liked girls. He liked to tickle girls. He couldn’t really understand why but he never questioned because he grew up in a place where everybody tickled each other all the time.
But Kittletown was boring at times for his band of tickling hoods. After all, if a babe HAD to let you tickle her under law, then where’s the fun in that? For Jake and his friends, tickling was much more fun when the girl was caught off guard.
They were all aware of the fact that Kittletown was special, and that people just don’t walk up to strangers and start tickling them without some legal consequences. That was why it was so fun to go to the Outside every once in a while.
Jake stood up a little taller as the Punks arrived. They all wore trashy, ripped clothes of leather and denim. Their ears jangled with dangling silver and gold feathers and fingers and crosses and other various gee-gaw.
The Tickle Punks, for this journey to the Outside, was a band of 5, four men and a woman. The female was an 18-year-old cutie simply named Dink. She was a terminally cute redhead who was quite a beautiful woman underneath the layers of makeup, ripped tank tops (held together with safety pins), and jeans with holes cut out in various places that revealed her soft, pale skin.
Mouse was a short, stocky tough guy with an attitude. He also had a major foot fetish and was known, at times, to tackle females and savagely scratch his nails up and down their ticklish soles before he licked them, holding the ankles in a viselike grip.
Then there was John, the quiet one. However, his lack of speaking out didn’t change the fact that he was a ruthless tickler. To many young girls in Kittletown, John was their favorite because of his handsome look and quiet mystery.
Marcus and Andy were brothers, tall and scary. They tickled severely and were often carried away by the tickling so badly that they were forced to let go of the poor victim by their friends.
The Tickle Punks were a ruthless band of delinquents; a gang of tickling terrorists. They were feared in Kittletown for taking advantage and bending the rules, but when they traveled to the Outside, they were a wolfpack to stay very clear of.
Jake walked through his friends and they followed. Then they climbed into his car and drove. They drove past the sign that read, "You are now leaving Kittletown" and onto the long snake-like highway ahead. The Florida sun was hot but it was a relatively low humidity day. This was perfect for tickling; no sweat.
After driving about 2 hours, they stopped at a roadside diner. This was the perfect place for doing what the Tickle Punks called the Salt Trick.
"I hope we get a few Worthy ones," Mouse said as they walked up the steps. They peered into the tall glass windows.
"Looks like a couple of Whistlers, a few Lambs," Jake said, shading the sun out of his eyes as he tried to look inside. "Let’s go. I don’t see any dudes."
The Punks walked in and were stared at. They were an ominous bunch that couldn’t go anywhere without eliciting stares.
A young hostess walked up to them. She wore a conservative, sleeveless sundress and strappy sandals.
The Punks stared at her, up and down.
"Looks like we have some Mason/Dixon action going with this Little Lamb," Mouse said.
"Excuse me?" The cute hostess said, trying to be polite.
Jake smiled. "Nothing."
"How many?" She asked trying not look as nervous as she was.
"Five," Marcus said, spreading his long fingers out as if he was talking to a little child. Then he lowered his hand and grabbed the waist of Dink.
"Ah! Damn!" Dink giggled as she thrust her hips in the opposite direction in order to avoid any further tickling. "You’re always tickling me. He’s always tickling me!"
"Tickle tickle tickle," Marcus said as they followed the young woman to their booth.
The hostess seated the five Punks in a booth near the door and added a chair for Dink at the end. There was no way she would sit next to any of them when they did the Salt Trick. She might get caught in the Tickle Frenzy. Dink loved to tickle but was often the victim of their frustration when they went a few minutes without getting ‘any’. This was a problem since she was so incredibly ticklish herself.
Jake leaned forward to speak to his friends. "Listen, when we get to the Mall, we’ll do a few Hit & Runs, then we’ll find a Lamb or a Whistler in a shop and Shake her up a bit. It’s warm and I’m sure there’ll be plenty of South and lots of Northern exposure.
He looked up at the waitress reluctantly assigned to their table. She was a pretty woman in her 40’s. Her body was in great shape and her long, black hair was tied in a bun on the back of her head. She wore a white, sleeveless shirt, buttoned down the front and a black skirt. Her feet, which looked pink and smooth, were slipped into a pair of clogs. She wore a wedding ring.
The Punks looked her over as if they were purchasing a racehorse. The waitress felt ill at ease.
"Let’s order first before we Ragdoll this one. I’m hungry." They agreed but the waitress had absolutely no idea what Jake was talking about.
As they finished scarfing down their burgers and fries, slurping their Pepsis and waited impatiently while Mouse finished a piece of apple pie, butterflies flurried in their stomachs with anticipation.
They made sure that there was a small amount of fries left in the middle of the table. Jake called over the waitress as Andy dumped the salt into this coke and stirred it up. He replaced the empty shaker at the furthest spot from the end.
"Hey Miss?" Jake said. "Can we have a little more salt here?"
The waitress came over and saw the salt at the other end of the table, muttering how she didn’t understand why it was empty. Jake nodded to Dink.
"Why does it have be me this time?" She protested.
The waitress innocently reached her bare arm and tight torso across the table to take the salt shaker. They had done this several times before. Their buddies, Bobby and Tom invented this trick on several trips to the Outside.
Dink was about to reach up and tickle the exposed underarm of the waitress but Marcus was impatient. He grabbed her ribs and said, "Ticklish?"
At this point, all hell broke loose. The waitress screamed and twisted to pull away from the tickling but Jake and Andy grabbed her wrists and held her arms pulled out straight in front of her. They were very strong.
Dink stood up and tickled her two exposed armpits with her two index fingers and said, How’s this feel? Kootchee kootchee tickle tickle".
The patrons at the diner were dumbstruck as they watched the waitress screaming in laughter, twisting and jerking her body. The hostess ran over and Mouse climbed up on his seat and jumped down on her, holding her from behind and grabbing her ribcage with clawlike fingers. The young hostess screamed in laughter as his fingers dug deeper into her ticklish torso. Then he looked down and saw that, in all the struggling, her sandal had come loose and one foot was exposed and bare. That was all he needed. He let go of her, but before she had a chance to move, he had dropped to the ground and lifted her foot, holding the ankle tightly. Then he tickled her bare sole. The girl squealed in laughter and bounced on one foot, trying to escape. She began to fall and grabbed the edges of another table behind the Punks trying to steady herself. Dink saw this and got up, diving at her underarms and thrust the four fingers of each hand up into the girl’s ticklish hollows. The girl was a goner at this point and let go, falling on top of Mouse who continued to savagely tickle her sensitive bare sole with galloping fingers. Dink laughed as she also tumbled but managed to keep her fingers inside the hostess’ ticklish underarms.
The patrons didn’t know what to do but the cook had come out and told another waitress to call the police. The Punks knew that they had limited time now but they continued to hold the waitress tightly and tickle her horribly ticklish armpits and ribs. John unbuttoned the bottom of her sleeveless blouse and exposed her belly button. There he tickled around and through this sensitive area bringing the waitress into a higher realm of agonized tickling. She screamed and squealed in laughter, tugging and pulling to no avail. She tried to pull her tight tummy up and away from his persistent tickling but was unable.
Mouse, who was on the floor tickling the young hostess saw the waitress’ feet and grabbed an ankle and started to tickle her as Dink continued to roll around the ground with the hostess, fingers wedged tightly under her arms, wriggling them in the soft yet limited space. The hostess was squealing in laughter and trying to reach Dink’s tickling fingers but getting weaker by the minute. Her sleeveless dress made her underarms deliciously accessible.
Meanwhile, the waitress, upon now feeling her bare foot tickled by an unseen attacker fell against the table staining her white blouse with ketchup. She sobbed as she laughed.
The cook came over to try and stop the attack.
"Don’t be a hero," Jake said, standing on his seat and knocking the cook back with a strong and firmly planted right hook into the man’s jaw.
"Let’s get outa here!" Jake yelled. "Come on!" He said as he pried Andy off the waitress’ ribs.
The Punks climbed over the fallen bodies and food as they walked to the door. Andy looked at a pretty girl, barely 13, sitting by her mother with a look of horror on her face. He stamped his foot in her direction and yelled "Tickle tickle!" laughing as she screamed and huddled against her frightened mother’s arm.
Mouse was the last to leave because he couldn’t stop staring at the hostess’ ticklish feet. Then he looked at the waitress and muttered, "Huh! Ragdolled ya, didn’t we?" Then he was outside with the rest.
Jake and his gang were all feeling a bit proud of themselves as their old car screeched down the long stretch of highway. They laughed and slapped palms. Mouse, who sat in the backseat behind Dink reached around and tickled the girl’s slim, exposed torso.
"Aiii! Stop! Heeheehee!" She giggled as she squirmed and pried his hands off of her, just as his fingers were wriggling towards her soft belly button. "You guys are so horny right now aren’t you?"
"Aren’t we?" Marcus repeated mockingly and laughing.
"We are!" Andy reiterated. "Aren’t you, Sweetie?" With that he poked at her bare arm. Her arm was down but he went for that armpit crack. Dink giggled and moved her arm around, swatting at him."
"Gotta get that "Y"," he said implying the ‘y’ shape that the crease made when the arm was down against the body.
Dink giggled even more as the little probing finger touched and poked her sensitive underarm area. "You’ve always been such a Pod, leave my armpit alone."
"That little slit looks like another slit." He started to lower his finger between her legs and she grabbed it and bit his hand.
"OW!"
The car raced down the highway going 90 until the skyline of the city was visible. The Punks were nervous with anticipation of all the hell they were about to unleash.
They parked at the lot and walked through the glass doors into the large indoor mall. It was a catacomb of escalators and bodies and colors and shops and little carts selling doodads of some sort or another. The ages ranged from very small to middle-age, yet the majority of the customers seemed to be little packs of teenaged girls, well dressed female office workers shopping on their lunch break and single women who found shopping while hubby was away to be a religious experience.
The Punks walked through the crowd, standing out with their piercings and their grunge/punk look. Guys, walking with their spouses, stared at Dink with obvious lust as they walked by her and her ragtag band of misfits.
"Hey," Jake said, poking Dink in her side, "Check out the guy checking out our girl while we check out the guy’s girl!"
"Target number one?" Mouse said, looking up at their fearless leader.
"Target number one," He answered. "Same plan."
The Punks watched as the man sat down on a bench outside of the Banana Republic store, where his girl entered to shop. The man sat with her shopping bags and looked around, not noticing Dink as she approached with her most innocent look. He was startled when she walked up to him and spoke.
"Excuse me," she said with the sweetest voice she could muster. "Can you tell me where the lost and found is?"
The man stared for a moment then looked away as if he were searching the area for signs. Then Dink put her plan into action. She reached her bare left arm up and pointed away towards some direction asking if it might be that way. She was very close to him and made sure that her smooth armpit was very close to his face. Even a non-tickling Outsider would look, even for a second or two.
"Are you looking at my armpit?" She said to him with a smile.
"No," he said quickly and averting his eyes. "No way."
"Because I just had them waxed. They’re so smooth. Wanna touch them?"
The man stared at her in total puzzlement.
Meanwhile, John entered the Banana Republic and started looking through racks of clothes close to the racks that the man’s girl was looking. She paid him no mind until he approached her.
"Excuse me," he said, putting on the charm. John was very handsome and could easily charm any woman. The girl smiled. "I’m trying to buy something for my girlfriend, Katherine, and I’m not sure of her size. You’re close to her height and weight, so, maybe you can help me."
He stared down at the girl and she smiled up at him. She wore a sleeveless sheath dress that hugged her sides and bared her arms. Her toes were painted burgundy like her fingernails.
"Come on," Dink prodded with the sexiest smile. "Touch them. I was dying to show someone."
The man swallowed and looked in the direction of the store. He saw his girlfriend ‘flirting’ with some guy and felt a pang of jealousy. What the hell, he thought. He reached his right hand up and touched his fingers gently on Dink’s extremely smooth underarm.
John had asked the girl to put a dress up against her body so he could see the look and the girl held the dress up with both hands against the front of her.
Dink squealed and screamed and laughed as the man’s fingers touched her ticklish armpit and collapsed to the floor in an exaggerated display of tickled laughter. The man, now red in the face, was speechless.
Just at that moment, the man’s girl, still holding the dress against her, turned to see what the commotion was. John took advantage of this pre-planned Double Jeopardy and grabbed the girl’s slim ribcage and began tickling, saying, "Don’t drop it now. Don’t drop it! Tickle tickle tickle tickle!" The girl squirmed and laughed in a shocked fury of laughter from the rib tickling. "Don’t drop it," he repeated as his fingers moved up her sides towards her exposed underarms.
Dink looked up from the floor as she lay there on her back, arms over her head. "You tickled me," she giggled.
Meanwhile, the man saw his girlfriend being tickled by another man and froze for a second before looking down at the giggling Dink. "Tickle tickle," she said in a sexy yet mocking tone. "Better go save your sweetheart."
John couldn’t get into her armpits. She had clamped her arms tightly against her body, pinning his fingers against her ribs. She was hysterical with laughter as she squirmed this way and that in an effort to remove the assault.
The female shop clerks stared in amazement. They thought that John and the girl knew each other so they pointed and giggled.
The man stepped over Dink and she grabbed his ankle, preventing him from moving. He pulled his ankle away from the prostrate and giggling Punk girl but the other Punks blocked his way.
"We’re tickling your girlfriend. You got a problem with that?" Jake asked, staring him right in the eyes.
John lowered his tickling fingers to her waist and the girl collapsed, pleading for release. "Please," she said between giggles. "Stop tickling me hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha No Nooo!"
He continued tickling as her body fell to the floor. One cute sales girl walked over to break up the disturbance and John looked up at her in her sexy black sundress, still keeping a grip on the girl’s highly ticklish waist. "You ticklish too?" He asked and the sales girl giggled in embarrassment. He let go with one hand and reached for her smooth calf but the sales girl giggled and jumped back. However, this movement afford the tickled girl a chance to wriggle free from his grip and running out of the store.
John sat on the floor in a heap of clothes that were pulled off the rack during the attack. "So," he said running his fingers through his hair and smiling at the sales girl. "What’s your sign?"
The girl ran to her boyfriend and grabbed his arm, pulling him as far from the Punks as possible.
"Don’t even think about reporting us or we’ll come to your house and tie you up and tickle your ass until you pee." Jake said as the couple ran to the exit.
"Tickle your ass until you pee???" Andy said.
"I couldn’t think of anything better," Jake said as they walked.
The punks walked through the mall as everyone stared.
"You didn’t even get her feet?" Mouse whined. "What’s the freakin’ point if you didn’t even get her feet?"
"There’s other tickle spots," Dink giggled as she punched him in the arm.
"Like here?" Mouse said and grabbed Dink’s thin waist as she squealed. A few people, close by quickly gazed at them and Dink mocked embarrassment, saying, "Oops. ‘scuse me," as if she had just burped at a formal dinner.
They noticed two blonde-haired girls sitting by the fountain. The girls had their shoes off and were giggling and talking as they propped their feet up on chairs that were part of the café.
Andy ran quickly over to one and tickled her right foot in a blur of fingers. As he tickled, he said, as if he knew the girl, "Judy?" The girl burst into giggles and withdrew her feet as Andy feigned embarrassment. "Oh, I am terribly sorry, Miss," he said. "I thought you were my friend, Judy."
The girls looked at each other and giggled and the Punks rolled their eyes. They had seen this bit before. Then, Andy sported a huge grin on his face.
"Okay," he said looking at the bare foot of the other girl. "Then YOU must be Judy." With that, he grabbed her ankle and scratched his fingers up and down the soft, sensitive, ticklish sole of her foot. The girl screamed and threw her head back, laughing.
"Stop that!" the first girl said and she kicked at him.
Unaffected by the assault, Andy grabbed her ankle with his tickling hand and, like the expert he was, pinned each girl’s ankle under his arm with a vice-like grip. There, he was able to tickle both of their feet furiously as they both threw their heads back squealing in laughter.
His action suddenly drew a crowd. Some were young girls who watched and giggled as they put their hands over their mouths. Others were couples who attracted the attention of the men, yet caused the females to pull them away from this scene.
Andy tickled the girls’ bare soles furiously and Dink ran over to grab one of the girl’s ribs.
"Tickle tickle," she repeated as the new tickling caused the girl to completely lose her mind.
Mouse ran to the other girl and grabbed her kicking leg. He squeezed her thigh and the girl began to buck wildly. Her laughter was hysterical. Mouse tucked her leg under his arm and slid down to her ankle. There, he began tickling her bare sole. The girl was screaming into the echoed high ceilings of the indoor mall with a sound that caused passerbys to stop and stare..
The other Tickle Punks watched in amazement at the skill of their comrades. One girl walked up to John and said, "Are you insane? Help those girls out."
John looked down at her and grabbed her waist, tickling her to the ground. She laughed and bucked, kicking her legs causing one shoe to fly into the air and land into the fountain. Marcus laughed so hard that he farted and they all laughed and pushed him aside.
Andy release his grip and shouted that they all better get the fuck out of there now.
Dink wouldn’t release her grip on the girl and the girl continued to laugh and grab at her hands. Then she let go. The blonde could do nothing but gasp for air and she reached up to grab a hold of her hair. Even though her friends were running towards the exit, Dink couldn’t resist the last shot. She quickly tickled under the blonde’s armpits and the blonde squealed and threw her arms down with blinding speed, laughing.
Dink ran after her friends, cursing them for leaving her.
They made it to the car and screeched out of the parking lot. Now they headed north, to a very special place. They had to make one more stop before nightfall.
End of Part One.
Tales of the Tickle Punks
By Max Speer
Note: The permanent domain of the Tickle Punks is in a place called Kittletown. To read more about Kittletown, it’s inhabitants, laws and history, check out Books One through Three of my KITTLETOWN series. For help understanding some of the Tickle Punk slang, check out the "Tickling Gawkers Glossary" on this Forum.
Jake lit a menthol cigarette and blew it up into the sky, watching it mix with the image of the clouds. It looked like a feather in the sky. He waited with his back against the wall wondering when the hell his friends were coming. Jake was a twenty year old Tickle Punk; a denizen of Kittletown, Florida. He liked it there. He knew that with Dr. Gregory’s support, he and his band of Ticklers could do just about anything they wanted. It felt good. He liked girls. He liked to tickle girls. He couldn’t really understand why but he never questioned because he grew up in a place where everybody tickled each other all the time.
But Kittletown was boring at times for his band of tickling hoods. After all, if a babe HAD to let you tickle her under law, then where’s the fun in that? For Jake and his friends, tickling was much more fun when the girl was caught off guard.
They were all aware of the fact that Kittletown was special, and that people just don’t walk up to strangers and start tickling them without some legal consequences. That was why it was so fun to go to the Outside every once in a while.
Jake stood up a little taller as the Punks arrived. They all wore trashy, ripped clothes of leather and denim. Their ears jangled with dangling silver and gold feathers and fingers and crosses and other various gee-gaw.
The Tickle Punks, for this journey to the Outside, was a band of 5, four men and a woman. The female was an 18-year-old cutie simply named Dink. She was a terminally cute redhead who was quite a beautiful woman underneath the layers of makeup, ripped tank tops (held together with safety pins), and jeans with holes cut out in various places that revealed her soft, pale skin.
Mouse was a short, stocky tough guy with an attitude. He also had a major foot fetish and was known, at times, to tackle females and savagely scratch his nails up and down their ticklish soles before he licked them, holding the ankles in a viselike grip.
Then there was John, the quiet one. However, his lack of speaking out didn’t change the fact that he was a ruthless tickler. To many young girls in Kittletown, John was their favorite because of his handsome look and quiet mystery.
Marcus and Andy were brothers, tall and scary. They tickled severely and were often carried away by the tickling so badly that they were forced to let go of the poor victim by their friends.
The Tickle Punks were a ruthless band of delinquents; a gang of tickling terrorists. They were feared in Kittletown for taking advantage and bending the rules, but when they traveled to the Outside, they were a wolfpack to stay very clear of.
Jake walked through his friends and they followed. Then they climbed into his car and drove. They drove past the sign that read, "You are now leaving Kittletown" and onto the long snake-like highway ahead. The Florida sun was hot but it was a relatively low humidity day. This was perfect for tickling; no sweat.
After driving about 2 hours, they stopped at a roadside diner. This was the perfect place for doing what the Tickle Punks called the Salt Trick.
"I hope we get a few Worthy ones," Mouse said as they walked up the steps. They peered into the tall glass windows.
"Looks like a couple of Whistlers, a few Lambs," Jake said, shading the sun out of his eyes as he tried to look inside. "Let’s go. I don’t see any dudes."
The Punks walked in and were stared at. They were an ominous bunch that couldn’t go anywhere without eliciting stares.
A young hostess walked up to them. She wore a conservative, sleeveless sundress and strappy sandals.
The Punks stared at her, up and down.
"Looks like we have some Mason/Dixon action going with this Little Lamb," Mouse said.
"Excuse me?" The cute hostess said, trying to be polite.
Jake smiled. "Nothing."
"How many?" She asked trying not look as nervous as she was.
"Five," Marcus said, spreading his long fingers out as if he was talking to a little child. Then he lowered his hand and grabbed the waist of Dink.
"Ah! Damn!" Dink giggled as she thrust her hips in the opposite direction in order to avoid any further tickling. "You’re always tickling me. He’s always tickling me!"
"Tickle tickle tickle," Marcus said as they followed the young woman to their booth.
The hostess seated the five Punks in a booth near the door and added a chair for Dink at the end. There was no way she would sit next to any of them when they did the Salt Trick. She might get caught in the Tickle Frenzy. Dink loved to tickle but was often the victim of their frustration when they went a few minutes without getting ‘any’. This was a problem since she was so incredibly ticklish herself.
Jake leaned forward to speak to his friends. "Listen, when we get to the Mall, we’ll do a few Hit & Runs, then we’ll find a Lamb or a Whistler in a shop and Shake her up a bit. It’s warm and I’m sure there’ll be plenty of South and lots of Northern exposure.
He looked up at the waitress reluctantly assigned to their table. She was a pretty woman in her 40’s. Her body was in great shape and her long, black hair was tied in a bun on the back of her head. She wore a white, sleeveless shirt, buttoned down the front and a black skirt. Her feet, which looked pink and smooth, were slipped into a pair of clogs. She wore a wedding ring.
The Punks looked her over as if they were purchasing a racehorse. The waitress felt ill at ease.
"Let’s order first before we Ragdoll this one. I’m hungry." They agreed but the waitress had absolutely no idea what Jake was talking about.
As they finished scarfing down their burgers and fries, slurping their Pepsis and waited impatiently while Mouse finished a piece of apple pie, butterflies flurried in their stomachs with anticipation.
They made sure that there was a small amount of fries left in the middle of the table. Jake called over the waitress as Andy dumped the salt into this coke and stirred it up. He replaced the empty shaker at the furthest spot from the end.
"Hey Miss?" Jake said. "Can we have a little more salt here?"
The waitress came over and saw the salt at the other end of the table, muttering how she didn’t understand why it was empty. Jake nodded to Dink.
"Why does it have be me this time?" She protested.
The waitress innocently reached her bare arm and tight torso across the table to take the salt shaker. They had done this several times before. Their buddies, Bobby and Tom invented this trick on several trips to the Outside.
Dink was about to reach up and tickle the exposed underarm of the waitress but Marcus was impatient. He grabbed her ribs and said, "Ticklish?"
At this point, all hell broke loose. The waitress screamed and twisted to pull away from the tickling but Jake and Andy grabbed her wrists and held her arms pulled out straight in front of her. They were very strong.
Dink stood up and tickled her two exposed armpits with her two index fingers and said, How’s this feel? Kootchee kootchee tickle tickle".
The patrons at the diner were dumbstruck as they watched the waitress screaming in laughter, twisting and jerking her body. The hostess ran over and Mouse climbed up on his seat and jumped down on her, holding her from behind and grabbing her ribcage with clawlike fingers. The young hostess screamed in laughter as his fingers dug deeper into her ticklish torso. Then he looked down and saw that, in all the struggling, her sandal had come loose and one foot was exposed and bare. That was all he needed. He let go of her, but before she had a chance to move, he had dropped to the ground and lifted her foot, holding the ankle tightly. Then he tickled her bare sole. The girl squealed in laughter and bounced on one foot, trying to escape. She began to fall and grabbed the edges of another table behind the Punks trying to steady herself. Dink saw this and got up, diving at her underarms and thrust the four fingers of each hand up into the girl’s ticklish hollows. The girl was a goner at this point and let go, falling on top of Mouse who continued to savagely tickle her sensitive bare sole with galloping fingers. Dink laughed as she also tumbled but managed to keep her fingers inside the hostess’ ticklish underarms.
The patrons didn’t know what to do but the cook had come out and told another waitress to call the police. The Punks knew that they had limited time now but they continued to hold the waitress tightly and tickle her horribly ticklish armpits and ribs. John unbuttoned the bottom of her sleeveless blouse and exposed her belly button. There he tickled around and through this sensitive area bringing the waitress into a higher realm of agonized tickling. She screamed and squealed in laughter, tugging and pulling to no avail. She tried to pull her tight tummy up and away from his persistent tickling but was unable.
Mouse, who was on the floor tickling the young hostess saw the waitress’ feet and grabbed an ankle and started to tickle her as Dink continued to roll around the ground with the hostess, fingers wedged tightly under her arms, wriggling them in the soft yet limited space. The hostess was squealing in laughter and trying to reach Dink’s tickling fingers but getting weaker by the minute. Her sleeveless dress made her underarms deliciously accessible.
Meanwhile, the waitress, upon now feeling her bare foot tickled by an unseen attacker fell against the table staining her white blouse with ketchup. She sobbed as she laughed.
The cook came over to try and stop the attack.
"Don’t be a hero," Jake said, standing on his seat and knocking the cook back with a strong and firmly planted right hook into the man’s jaw.
"Let’s get outa here!" Jake yelled. "Come on!" He said as he pried Andy off the waitress’ ribs.
The Punks climbed over the fallen bodies and food as they walked to the door. Andy looked at a pretty girl, barely 13, sitting by her mother with a look of horror on her face. He stamped his foot in her direction and yelled "Tickle tickle!" laughing as she screamed and huddled against her frightened mother’s arm.
Mouse was the last to leave because he couldn’t stop staring at the hostess’ ticklish feet. Then he looked at the waitress and muttered, "Huh! Ragdolled ya, didn’t we?" Then he was outside with the rest.
Jake and his gang were all feeling a bit proud of themselves as their old car screeched down the long stretch of highway. They laughed and slapped palms. Mouse, who sat in the backseat behind Dink reached around and tickled the girl’s slim, exposed torso.
"Aiii! Stop! Heeheehee!" She giggled as she squirmed and pried his hands off of her, just as his fingers were wriggling towards her soft belly button. "You guys are so horny right now aren’t you?"
"Aren’t we?" Marcus repeated mockingly and laughing.
"We are!" Andy reiterated. "Aren’t you, Sweetie?" With that he poked at her bare arm. Her arm was down but he went for that armpit crack. Dink giggled and moved her arm around, swatting at him."
"Gotta get that "Y"," he said implying the ‘y’ shape that the crease made when the arm was down against the body.
Dink giggled even more as the little probing finger touched and poked her sensitive underarm area. "You’ve always been such a Pod, leave my armpit alone."
"That little slit looks like another slit." He started to lower his finger between her legs and she grabbed it and bit his hand.
"OW!"
The car raced down the highway going 90 until the skyline of the city was visible. The Punks were nervous with anticipation of all the hell they were about to unleash.
They parked at the lot and walked through the glass doors into the large indoor mall. It was a catacomb of escalators and bodies and colors and shops and little carts selling doodads of some sort or another. The ages ranged from very small to middle-age, yet the majority of the customers seemed to be little packs of teenaged girls, well dressed female office workers shopping on their lunch break and single women who found shopping while hubby was away to be a religious experience.
The Punks walked through the crowd, standing out with their piercings and their grunge/punk look. Guys, walking with their spouses, stared at Dink with obvious lust as they walked by her and her ragtag band of misfits.
"Hey," Jake said, poking Dink in her side, "Check out the guy checking out our girl while we check out the guy’s girl!"
"Target number one?" Mouse said, looking up at their fearless leader.
"Target number one," He answered. "Same plan."
The Punks watched as the man sat down on a bench outside of the Banana Republic store, where his girl entered to shop. The man sat with her shopping bags and looked around, not noticing Dink as she approached with her most innocent look. He was startled when she walked up to him and spoke.
"Excuse me," she said with the sweetest voice she could muster. "Can you tell me where the lost and found is?"
The man stared for a moment then looked away as if he were searching the area for signs. Then Dink put her plan into action. She reached her bare left arm up and pointed away towards some direction asking if it might be that way. She was very close to him and made sure that her smooth armpit was very close to his face. Even a non-tickling Outsider would look, even for a second or two.
"Are you looking at my armpit?" She said to him with a smile.
"No," he said quickly and averting his eyes. "No way."
"Because I just had them waxed. They’re so smooth. Wanna touch them?"
The man stared at her in total puzzlement.
Meanwhile, John entered the Banana Republic and started looking through racks of clothes close to the racks that the man’s girl was looking. She paid him no mind until he approached her.
"Excuse me," he said, putting on the charm. John was very handsome and could easily charm any woman. The girl smiled. "I’m trying to buy something for my girlfriend, Katherine, and I’m not sure of her size. You’re close to her height and weight, so, maybe you can help me."
He stared down at the girl and she smiled up at him. She wore a sleeveless sheath dress that hugged her sides and bared her arms. Her toes were painted burgundy like her fingernails.
"Come on," Dink prodded with the sexiest smile. "Touch them. I was dying to show someone."
The man swallowed and looked in the direction of the store. He saw his girlfriend ‘flirting’ with some guy and felt a pang of jealousy. What the hell, he thought. He reached his right hand up and touched his fingers gently on Dink’s extremely smooth underarm.
John had asked the girl to put a dress up against her body so he could see the look and the girl held the dress up with both hands against the front of her.
Dink squealed and screamed and laughed as the man’s fingers touched her ticklish armpit and collapsed to the floor in an exaggerated display of tickled laughter. The man, now red in the face, was speechless.
Just at that moment, the man’s girl, still holding the dress against her, turned to see what the commotion was. John took advantage of this pre-planned Double Jeopardy and grabbed the girl’s slim ribcage and began tickling, saying, "Don’t drop it now. Don’t drop it! Tickle tickle tickle tickle!" The girl squirmed and laughed in a shocked fury of laughter from the rib tickling. "Don’t drop it," he repeated as his fingers moved up her sides towards her exposed underarms.
Dink looked up from the floor as she lay there on her back, arms over her head. "You tickled me," she giggled.
Meanwhile, the man saw his girlfriend being tickled by another man and froze for a second before looking down at the giggling Dink. "Tickle tickle," she said in a sexy yet mocking tone. "Better go save your sweetheart."
John couldn’t get into her armpits. She had clamped her arms tightly against her body, pinning his fingers against her ribs. She was hysterical with laughter as she squirmed this way and that in an effort to remove the assault.
The female shop clerks stared in amazement. They thought that John and the girl knew each other so they pointed and giggled.
The man stepped over Dink and she grabbed his ankle, preventing him from moving. He pulled his ankle away from the prostrate and giggling Punk girl but the other Punks blocked his way.
"We’re tickling your girlfriend. You got a problem with that?" Jake asked, staring him right in the eyes.
John lowered his tickling fingers to her waist and the girl collapsed, pleading for release. "Please," she said between giggles. "Stop tickling me hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha No Nooo!"
He continued tickling as her body fell to the floor. One cute sales girl walked over to break up the disturbance and John looked up at her in her sexy black sundress, still keeping a grip on the girl’s highly ticklish waist. "You ticklish too?" He asked and the sales girl giggled in embarrassment. He let go with one hand and reached for her smooth calf but the sales girl giggled and jumped back. However, this movement afford the tickled girl a chance to wriggle free from his grip and running out of the store.
John sat on the floor in a heap of clothes that were pulled off the rack during the attack. "So," he said running his fingers through his hair and smiling at the sales girl. "What’s your sign?"
The girl ran to her boyfriend and grabbed his arm, pulling him as far from the Punks as possible.
"Don’t even think about reporting us or we’ll come to your house and tie you up and tickle your ass until you pee." Jake said as the couple ran to the exit.
"Tickle your ass until you pee???" Andy said.
"I couldn’t think of anything better," Jake said as they walked.
The punks walked through the mall as everyone stared.
"You didn’t even get her feet?" Mouse whined. "What’s the freakin’ point if you didn’t even get her feet?"
"There’s other tickle spots," Dink giggled as she punched him in the arm.
"Like here?" Mouse said and grabbed Dink’s thin waist as she squealed. A few people, close by quickly gazed at them and Dink mocked embarrassment, saying, "Oops. ‘scuse me," as if she had just burped at a formal dinner.
They noticed two blonde-haired girls sitting by the fountain. The girls had their shoes off and were giggling and talking as they propped their feet up on chairs that were part of the café.
Andy ran quickly over to one and tickled her right foot in a blur of fingers. As he tickled, he said, as if he knew the girl, "Judy?" The girl burst into giggles and withdrew her feet as Andy feigned embarrassment. "Oh, I am terribly sorry, Miss," he said. "I thought you were my friend, Judy."
The girls looked at each other and giggled and the Punks rolled their eyes. They had seen this bit before. Then, Andy sported a huge grin on his face.
"Okay," he said looking at the bare foot of the other girl. "Then YOU must be Judy." With that, he grabbed her ankle and scratched his fingers up and down the soft, sensitive, ticklish sole of her foot. The girl screamed and threw her head back, laughing.
"Stop that!" the first girl said and she kicked at him.
Unaffected by the assault, Andy grabbed her ankle with his tickling hand and, like the expert he was, pinned each girl’s ankle under his arm with a vice-like grip. There, he was able to tickle both of their feet furiously as they both threw their heads back squealing in laughter.
His action suddenly drew a crowd. Some were young girls who watched and giggled as they put their hands over their mouths. Others were couples who attracted the attention of the men, yet caused the females to pull them away from this scene.
Andy tickled the girls’ bare soles furiously and Dink ran over to grab one of the girl’s ribs.
"Tickle tickle," she repeated as the new tickling caused the girl to completely lose her mind.
Mouse ran to the other girl and grabbed her kicking leg. He squeezed her thigh and the girl began to buck wildly. Her laughter was hysterical. Mouse tucked her leg under his arm and slid down to her ankle. There, he began tickling her bare sole. The girl was screaming into the echoed high ceilings of the indoor mall with a sound that caused passerbys to stop and stare..
The other Tickle Punks watched in amazement at the skill of their comrades. One girl walked up to John and said, "Are you insane? Help those girls out."
John looked down at her and grabbed her waist, tickling her to the ground. She laughed and bucked, kicking her legs causing one shoe to fly into the air and land into the fountain. Marcus laughed so hard that he farted and they all laughed and pushed him aside.
Andy release his grip and shouted that they all better get the fuck out of there now.
Dink wouldn’t release her grip on the girl and the girl continued to laugh and grab at her hands. Then she let go. The blonde could do nothing but gasp for air and she reached up to grab a hold of her hair. Even though her friends were running towards the exit, Dink couldn’t resist the last shot. She quickly tickled under the blonde’s armpits and the blonde squealed and threw her arms down with blinding speed, laughing.
Dink ran after her friends, cursing them for leaving her.
They made it to the car and screeched out of the parking lot. Now they headed north, to a very special place. They had to make one more stop before nightfall.
End of Part One.
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