Anita’s Place of Employment part 2
The story that inspired this is here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?245581-Anita-s-New-Employment-F-M-*-f
Part 1 is here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?251804-Anita-s-Place-of-Employment-part-1
The trainee waitress squirmed in helpless ticklishness on the vibrating nubs on the floor. She struggled to get up, but the sensitizing lotion with which she had been treated had made even the palms of her hands so ticklish that she couldn’t bear to press them against the floor. Other waitress struggled to step over or around her, without falling themselves. They didn’t dare step off the buzzing pathway to avoid her.
From his glass office overlooking the club, the owner made the unprecedented decision to allow all the other victims on their platforms throughout the club a time out, so everyone could witness the scene on the floor.
Anne was horrified that no one made a move to help the girl; but at the same time unable to take her eyes off the scene. At her side, Kerri said “enough is enough”, but Hal said “she must be having fun, or she wouldn’t laugh so much.”
Finally, in desperation, the laughing, squirming girl rolled off the vibrating path and lay panting and shaking on the bare floor. Her trainer said in an awed voice “she’s doomed; I’m doomed.”
Several managers arrived, and pulled the trainee to her feet. They pushed her back onto the tickling pathway, but she collapsed in hysteria. They picked her up and carried her off. The senior manager said “take her Downstairs. Let her make one phone call to say she won’t be coming home.” Then, to the trainer, “they’ll want to see you up in the Office after your shift.”
****
Kerri took her bare feet out of Hal’s lap, and pressed them both to the pathway that passed the table. “Wow!” She pulled them away quickly; started to put her feet back in Hal’s lap, but then put her sandals back on instead.
Anne slipped her shoe off, and moved her socked foot towards the path, remembering how much it had tickled when she had touched it with just one toe. But she chickened out before she could touch the surface.
Her thoughts went back to a camping trip in college. Anne had seen a couple of guys pull off her best friend’s sandals and write all over her feet with ballpoint pens. Anne had been torn between trying to rescue her friend, and getting out of the way lest she be next. And a subtle, troubling enjoyment of her poor friend’s hysteria. In the end, caution won out, and she moved away; but not so far that she couldn’t watch the protracted, merciless tickling.
For the rest of the trip, Anne was careful to wear sneakers and thick socks instead of sandals. Every night she would think “maybe I’ll wear sandals tomorrow. Maybe I’ll even show up barefoot for breakfast.” But every morning she was careful to protect her feet.
****
The center of the floor had been cleared, and five teams of three girls each, with red, yellow, green, blue or white bikinis (or in a few cases, bikini bottoms only), were engaged in a complex tickle fight. At the moment, red, green and white were allied against blue and green; but from time to time the colored panels on the walls would shift, signaling an instant shift in alliances. Sometimes it would be four teams against one.
The lights changed, and suddenly the red team was alone against all of the others. One girl, even more ticklish than the others, quickly stripped off her bikini. She earned relief from a four-on-one attack (while leaving her teammates even more outnumbered). But she was immediately tied up in embarrassing public display, and left to contemplate what her teammates would eventually do to her.
****
A manager approached the table. “I’m so sorry about the poor service your got,” she said. “Please come back next week and you can see your waitress punished for her failure.” “When next week?” asked Hal. “It doesn’t matter, She’s in for it all week.”
****
At the end of the evening, the losers of the various events were led around the circuit of the club, wearing blindfolds (and nothing else). On either side, and behind each one walked a white-coated tickler, well supplied with brushes, vibrating tickle sticks, and other implements. As they passed the tables, customers were free to reach out and tickle them, which Hal did enthusiastically, and Kerri somewhat shyly.
Any girl who tried to escape, or cried out, was made to do another circuit; and all the others an extra half-circuit.
****
As Hal, Kerri and Anne left, the girl at the front desk said “be sure to take our brochure. There’s an employment application included.”
****
The trainer left the Office in mixed relief and indecision. The owner had said that the punishment, whatever it might prove to be, for the trainee’s fall would take place next week, and the trainer would have to decide whether she was renewing her contract for another week.
In the end, Anita was selected as the victim of the other employees’ accumulated aggression and frustration. She was given half an hour’s rest after her experiences in the Private Lounge, then received a generous dose of the sensitizing lotion and serum, and was turned over to the employees till noon the next day.
Kerri and Hal lay exhausted in each other’s arms. Neither had known how extremely ticklish Kerri was.
The waitress trainee lay in a bed in the rooms below the club. Had her boyfriend possibly anticipated what she was getting into when he had persuaded her to sign up?
She shivered from her exposure, and the effects of the lotion she had been doused with. She was shy and ticklish and tired and terribly aroused. But her hands were lightly restrained, so she could neither pull the sheet over herself, nor do anything else to relieve her condition.
As she dozed, the club owner stood by her bed. He looked over her totally helpless ticklishness, but all he did was whisper “good girl” and kiss her lightly on the cheek.
****
Anne’s thoughts raced as she lay in bed. She didn’t plan to ever go back to the club; although the brochure, with its application form, was on her bedside table. And she didn’t want to know what was going to happen to the waitress trainer and trainee. But could she bear the suspense of never knowing?
She had done something she normally never did unless it was very cold: she was wearing socks to bed. Her memories turned to the camping trip as she slipped into a dream-filled sleep.
End of Part 2
The story that inspired this is here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?245581-Anita-s-New-Employment-F-M-*-f
Part 1 is here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?251804-Anita-s-Place-of-Employment-part-1
The trainee waitress squirmed in helpless ticklishness on the vibrating nubs on the floor. She struggled to get up, but the sensitizing lotion with which she had been treated had made even the palms of her hands so ticklish that she couldn’t bear to press them against the floor. Other waitress struggled to step over or around her, without falling themselves. They didn’t dare step off the buzzing pathway to avoid her.
From his glass office overlooking the club, the owner made the unprecedented decision to allow all the other victims on their platforms throughout the club a time out, so everyone could witness the scene on the floor.
Anne was horrified that no one made a move to help the girl; but at the same time unable to take her eyes off the scene. At her side, Kerri said “enough is enough”, but Hal said “she must be having fun, or she wouldn’t laugh so much.”
Finally, in desperation, the laughing, squirming girl rolled off the vibrating path and lay panting and shaking on the bare floor. Her trainer said in an awed voice “she’s doomed; I’m doomed.”
Several managers arrived, and pulled the trainee to her feet. They pushed her back onto the tickling pathway, but she collapsed in hysteria. They picked her up and carried her off. The senior manager said “take her Downstairs. Let her make one phone call to say she won’t be coming home.” Then, to the trainer, “they’ll want to see you up in the Office after your shift.”
****
Kerri took her bare feet out of Hal’s lap, and pressed them both to the pathway that passed the table. “Wow!” She pulled them away quickly; started to put her feet back in Hal’s lap, but then put her sandals back on instead.
Anne slipped her shoe off, and moved her socked foot towards the path, remembering how much it had tickled when she had touched it with just one toe. But she chickened out before she could touch the surface.
Her thoughts went back to a camping trip in college. Anne had seen a couple of guys pull off her best friend’s sandals and write all over her feet with ballpoint pens. Anne had been torn between trying to rescue her friend, and getting out of the way lest she be next. And a subtle, troubling enjoyment of her poor friend’s hysteria. In the end, caution won out, and she moved away; but not so far that she couldn’t watch the protracted, merciless tickling.
For the rest of the trip, Anne was careful to wear sneakers and thick socks instead of sandals. Every night she would think “maybe I’ll wear sandals tomorrow. Maybe I’ll even show up barefoot for breakfast.” But every morning she was careful to protect her feet.
****
The center of the floor had been cleared, and five teams of three girls each, with red, yellow, green, blue or white bikinis (or in a few cases, bikini bottoms only), were engaged in a complex tickle fight. At the moment, red, green and white were allied against blue and green; but from time to time the colored panels on the walls would shift, signaling an instant shift in alliances. Sometimes it would be four teams against one.
The lights changed, and suddenly the red team was alone against all of the others. One girl, even more ticklish than the others, quickly stripped off her bikini. She earned relief from a four-on-one attack (while leaving her teammates even more outnumbered). But she was immediately tied up in embarrassing public display, and left to contemplate what her teammates would eventually do to her.
****
A manager approached the table. “I’m so sorry about the poor service your got,” she said. “Please come back next week and you can see your waitress punished for her failure.” “When next week?” asked Hal. “It doesn’t matter, She’s in for it all week.”
****
At the end of the evening, the losers of the various events were led around the circuit of the club, wearing blindfolds (and nothing else). On either side, and behind each one walked a white-coated tickler, well supplied with brushes, vibrating tickle sticks, and other implements. As they passed the tables, customers were free to reach out and tickle them, which Hal did enthusiastically, and Kerri somewhat shyly.
Any girl who tried to escape, or cried out, was made to do another circuit; and all the others an extra half-circuit.
****
As Hal, Kerri and Anne left, the girl at the front desk said “be sure to take our brochure. There’s an employment application included.”
****
The trainer left the Office in mixed relief and indecision. The owner had said that the punishment, whatever it might prove to be, for the trainee’s fall would take place next week, and the trainer would have to decide whether she was renewing her contract for another week.
In the end, Anita was selected as the victim of the other employees’ accumulated aggression and frustration. She was given half an hour’s rest after her experiences in the Private Lounge, then received a generous dose of the sensitizing lotion and serum, and was turned over to the employees till noon the next day.
Kerri and Hal lay exhausted in each other’s arms. Neither had known how extremely ticklish Kerri was.
The waitress trainee lay in a bed in the rooms below the club. Had her boyfriend possibly anticipated what she was getting into when he had persuaded her to sign up?
She shivered from her exposure, and the effects of the lotion she had been doused with. She was shy and ticklish and tired and terribly aroused. But her hands were lightly restrained, so she could neither pull the sheet over herself, nor do anything else to relieve her condition.
As she dozed, the club owner stood by her bed. He looked over her totally helpless ticklishness, but all he did was whisper “good girl” and kiss her lightly on the cheek.
****
Anne’s thoughts raced as she lay in bed. She didn’t plan to ever go back to the club; although the brochure, with its application form, was on her bedside table. And she didn’t want to know what was going to happen to the waitress trainer and trainee. But could she bear the suspense of never knowing?
She had done something she normally never did unless it was very cold: she was wearing socks to bed. Her memories turned to the camping trip as she slipped into a dream-filled sleep.
End of Part 2
