I am in a coffee shop in a town I have never been to before. I am among complete strangers. For reasons known only to them a customer sneaks up behind me and tickles my sides. I let out a squeal, piquing the interest of everyone in the shop. Mortified I make a break for the door. It is blocked by another customer, knowingly preventing my escape. I am trapped.
Slowly I back away, feeling nervous sweat drip down my forehead. My eyes grow WIDE as more people surround me. I keep slowly backing away until I am gently grabbed by a pair of hands. They have me now. Quietly and menacingly they all smile at me, wiggling their fingers. Escape is impossible and I know that I am going to be tickled. I see in their eyes pure delight. People of all ages, races, genders and abilities have rallied around one single goal. Tickling me.
Once the tickling begins it is relentless. I am passed around from person to person as they all take turns tickling me all the while taunting and teasing me. Even the cute, young baristas get in on the fun. I collapse in a sweaty, begging, laughing mess and am hauled to a table where I am laid out like the centerpiece of a dinner table. Do I escape? Do they relent? Or am I just kept there for their own amusement?
Regardless of the outcome, I oddly find the humiliation to be liberating. Among strangers I let go of all my inhibitions. Gone are my responsibilities and the stress of my job. This is an escape from the minuitiae of everyday life. I love it and hate it at the same time. But deep down I want this and so do they.
**Please note this is, as the OP stipulated, a fantasy ONLY. I do NOT condone non-consensual tickling or touching in real life.