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Hi everyone, here is a sequel to An NDA and a Table. It can be followed if you haven’t read part 1 but I’d highly recommend you read it to set the scene, so I have put the link below.
An NDA and a Table: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/an-nda-and-a-table.461443/
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It had been 9 months since Charlotte had responded to Ms Horton’s job offer, and now at the age of 37, she sat at her desk on the highest floor of all-female AXT Industries. Her role as Ms Horton’s personal secretary had been as exciting as a secretary job could be with its endless diary management, phone calls, and even using the old photocopying machine which she believed was more at home in a history museum rather than an office in this age. The wages had solved all of her financial problems and allowed her to treat her daughter to all the newest devices, and on a plus side, Ms Horton was yet to make Charlotte do any of the additional activities which Ms Horton had added to the initial job role.
It had been a quiet Friday morning, many of her colleagues were away at a conference and she had completed her weekly tasks yesterday. Even the Tube had been unusually quiet that morning. Charlotte looked out of the skyscraper’s window, day-dreaming across London’s city centre, as she watched the drones shoot across the sky and workers build the newest addition to London’s never-ending sprawl of towers. In the background, she heard the click of some heels but took no notice.
“Miss Carter” she heard from the other side of her desk as she broke out of her trace.
“Oh… Ms Holden, apologies I didn’t see you, I was just looking at the new building. You’ve been booked for a meeting with the CEO of Bener Skincare who are interested in some of our lotions.”
“Excellent, thank you… but I need you to come with me about something else we need to sort out.”
“Of course!”
Within Ms Holden’s personal office, Charlotte sat opposite her manager who was typing away at a computer. Charlotte waited patiently wondering what exactly this would be about. She had a good relationship with her manager but usually Ms Horton would just go to her desk to tell her about something which she needed doing, rarely was it Charlotte at her desk unless it was something important but being the personal secretary, she wasn’t aware of anything it could be. Eventually, the silence was broken.
“How’s Rosie, Charlotte?”
“She’s doing well thank you, she’s looking forward to the school holidays.”
“I bet you can’t wait either, you’ve worked tremendously hard recently. Especially on that recent sales agreement with PHR.” Amanda told her.
“Thank you” Charlotte was pleased to get the recognition but couldn’t help feeling the slight hint of seduction in her manager’s voice.
“I know you have that holiday booked for a few weeks’ time which is why I have decided to move forward with the on-going recruitment campaign. Could you tell me how you did the initial sifting for it, you used AI didn’t you?”
“Yes… I put it through an AI system which picks up all of the buzz-words from the job advert and their applications, and it uses algorithms to choose the best 10 for each position. If that makes sense.” Charlotte explained in basic sentences. Considering Ms Holden had a company at the forefront of robotic and pharmaceutical products, she still preferred old-school CVs and keyboards to the AI systems of today.
“Understood Charlotte, for the first job, I have already made my mind up. For the sales job though, I must admit that I am struggling to pick between three of the candidates. Let me show you. Candidate 1 is a Mrs Eleanor Dean, she’s aged 30 and has 10-years’ experience in sales at various companies, albeit none of them within female healthcare.” Amanda showed Charlotte her screen with the woman’s application and photo on.
“I suppose… urrm… I suppose sales is more about the skills than the product” Charlotte was unsure what to say, she had never considered job applications before.
“Candidate 2, Amy Thomas, she’s 43, no sales experience but she has worked for HUME Robotics so some insider intel could be useful. Her application says she’s never worked in sales but is willing to learn. I’m not sure if she’d handle it but she knows robotics.” Charlotte just nodded as Amanda discussed Amy.
“And now, well the third candidate… well I know that you didn’t know what women got through due to your AI system, but I have a feeling this one you may know… this is Jessica Jenkins”
Charlotte froze in her seat as Amanda once again twisted her screen around to display a young 19-year-old woman with long brunette hair flowing down to her shoulders. A young woman who happened to be the daughter of Charlotte’s older sister, her niece.
“Going by your face, I assume you do know her. I couldn’t help but notice she had the same eyes as you and when she filled in her family details, her mother’s maiden name was also Carter…. Ah a niece, I see…. Anyway, she has just finished a training course and has a qualification in business, very little sales experience but, and I quote ‘Willing to Learn’…. I think that maybe she has potential, she’s young and will likely pick up skills easy. I suppose I can put her through university as well, what do you think?”
“Urmm… Amanda… Ms Horton sorry, I’m... I’m not sure I can say anything, surely this goes against blind recruitment, she is my niece.”
“Oh nonsense, I want the best her at AXT Industries Charlotte, and what better way to get them than first-hand insight into their character from family members who already do me an amazing job. Now let’s discuss her in more details”
The conversation continued about Charlotte’s niece and Charlotte portrayed her niece in the best possible way without sounding too blatantly biased. Charlotte loved her niece and often looked after Chloe when she was younger and her mother was working. Getting Jess a good job with a great wage for her age would be a big help.
“Ok then Charlotte, I’ve made my decision… I’m going to invite Miss Jenkins here to a taster day and if she impresses me, she gets the job, if not, we’ll try that first candidate. Agreed?”
“Yes Ms Horton. Thank you”
“Very well, send her the information pack and the standard interview NDA from the HR email inbox and don’t mention your name, I don’t want her getting ahead of herself. Likewise, don’t tell her anything about the job or your job before her taster day. I want to see what she can do.” Amanda instructed Charlotte.
“Understood” Charlotte said as she got up and began to leave the room. Before she got to the door, Amanda shouted.
“Oh Charlotte, on more thing. As she’s your family I suppose you ought to know. This taster day will involve a physical test during the interview, if you get what I mean”
“Yes, understood”. She remembered her own interview.
…
A few days later, Charlotte had a message from her niece asking to meet up for a drink. Charlotte agreed, always happy to spend some quality time with Jess and so she did a swap with her sister, Charlotte took her sister’s daughter out for the day, and her sister took Rosie in return. Charlotte and Jess talked about many things over their drinks at an upcoming bar until Jess finally blurted out that she had an interview with the elusive AXT Industries and that she was a mix of nerves and excitement. Charlotte played her part and acted surprised when congratulating her. Her niece told her that she had lots of questions about the ‘corporate world’ and her mother thought of nobody better to ask than auntie Charlotte. The questions flowed over the next few drinks and Charlotte tried to prepare Jess as best as possible. As the pair were readying to go home, Charlotte had an idea come to her mind and suggested that on the day before Jess’ interview, they should have a spa day to ease any remaining nerves. Jess was delighted and so they booked a local spa. Charlotte had her plan, she really did hope the best for Jess, but she told herself that she could also have a bit of fun during the day and the softer Jess’ skin was, the more she knew Ms Horton would love her interviewee.
On the next Sunday, the spa day came with Jess and Charlotte having a full-body treatment. Charlotte knew that it would relax her niece and watched as Jess had moisturiser rubbed against her soft, unblemished skin as she lightly giggled due to the pedicure she was receiving. After the treatment, Charlotte kissed her niece for good luck and reminded her to dress professionally and look her best.
…
Monday arrived and Jessica Jenkins stood outside the towering skyscraper of AXT Industries, eager to show her worth to one of the most powerful, albeit secretive, businesswoman in the country. She checked her phone and everything was as planned, 9:30am on 19/06/2079. She smartened her short-sleeved navy office dress that fell down to her knees and made her way to the reception, her heels clicking against the pavement in a rush to get out of the heat of the summer heatwave. Jess was told to wait in a lounge until Ms Horton’s secretary came to collect her. A few minutes passed as Jess fought off the nerves as she waited and waited, try to put any thought out of her head by fixing her long brunette curls into a high ponytail. What Jess heard next shocked, well certainly confused, her.
“Hey Jessie, looking smart” Charlotte said.
“Aunt Charlotte? I…. I wasn’t expecting… You… You never told me you work her”
“Strict orders, Ms Horton has her ways now if you’ll please follow me to the lifts and we can start your assessment.” Charlotte tried to sound as cheerful as possible to keep her niece relaxed, she could tell Jess was still confused and felt like she had betrayed her niece a bit by keeping secrets. Especially the secrets of what was to come during Jess’ interview.
Charlotte escorted Jess underground in the lift, as Laura had done with her in her own interview last year. She wondered if Jess though what she had through, surely the interview would be in the CEO’s office. Jess didn’t speak much in the lift, she was still unsure of what to expect, she had done her research on the company, or at least what was available online, but everything appeared to be thrown out the window now she was stood next to her aunt, the one person she would usually confide in. The silence was broken by the ding of the lift’s arrival to the right floor as the doors opened and Charlotte took Jess down the corridor. It wasn’t the same underground floor that Charlotte and the 11 women had been interviewed on when they shared their ticklish suffering, but this floor served the purpose it needed.
At the end of the corridor was a single room, large, with a table and a few chairs at the far wall. Waiting patiently was Amanda in her usual sleek business attire. She greeted Jess, who Charlotte could tell was starting to get nervous, and told the candidate to take a seat opposite it. Charlotte smiled at Jess, silently wishing her the best of luck but before she could leave, her manager addressed her.
“Wait, Miss Carter, please… take a seat as well, I already know the two of you are related so you staying here might make this more comfortable for your niece…. I assume this is your first interview for an important position of this kind isn’t it Jess, I may call you that instead of Jessica, can I?”
“Yes Ms Horton, I have never had experience of this kind of work but I…” Jess responded.
“Now, now Jess, we’ll get to all that soon but first I have a few other things we need to do.”
Charlotte listened to the interview go on as Amanda and Jess discussed all sorts of things from Jess’ qualifications and skills, what the job involved, and what Amanda was looking for. Charlotte felt that it was going well for Jess, and Amanada had been as assuring as a businesswoman of her status could be during an important interview. But there was one thing that Charlotte couldn’t get out of her mind, and in all honestly, couldn’t wait for, and that was for when her niece would be tied down to the infamous padded table and tickled to insanity. She absolutely loved her niece and want the job for her, but there was something within Charlotte that made her want to see it, maybe it was for all the teenage havoc her niece had caused to Charlotte and her sister over the years prior. Her thoughts were cut short as she heard Amanda’s chair shift.
Charlotte and Jess soon followed Amanda to their feet and Charlotte was delighted inside when, at the press of a button, the floor in the middle of the room slid open and a padded table rose up. It sent goosebumps across Charlotte’s skin as she remembered the ticklish torment she had suffered, and looking into her niece’s brown eyes, she saw the same confusion that she had when she first saw it. The table was identical, a black frame, white padding, stocks at the bottom corners, and wrist cuffs at the top. Charlotte’s excitement continued to build.
“So, Miss Jenkins, you may be wondering what this is. This is one of our robotic tables that was designed to provide sensory experiences to its users. You have applied for a sales position, so it is my belief that you should have first-hand knowledge of what products we offer.” Jess was speechless at her view, but Charlotte gave her a smile to reassure her that this was a normality at AXT Industries.
“Now I need a demonstration for this table, I need you to strip down to your underwear and get onto the table.”
Jess didn’t respond to what Amanda had just said, she was now even more confused. And so was her aunt as Amanada made eye contact with her.
“Me… Ms Horton, not Jess?”
“That’s correct Charlotte, I need to test your niece’s understanding of improvisation and you being here gives me a perfect assistant for the matter.”
“I… but I…” Charlotte couldn’t get words out of her throat, and with her confused niece by her side, Amanda finished her sentence for her.
“…I remember the contract that I signed when I was offered a job which includes demonstrations?... Don’t worry Miss Carter, I haven’t forgotten your contract. Now, I have a busy taster day for Jess here so please, don’t waste time now dear.”
For the second time at an interview at AXT Industries, Charlotte Carter now found herself pulling her pencil skirt down to her ankles and unbuttoning her white blouse. She stood there once again in a silk black bra and pants, and a pair of cotton ankle socks from underneath her removed tights, a habit she still hadn’t broken out of. Her manager eyed her head-to-toe, still clearly pleased with the flesh she saw before, smooth, shaved and unaged in the last 9 months. Her niece however, eyed her with mischief, the nervousness of the interview having clearly disappeared.
Charlotte, under the threat of disciplinary action for breaking an employment contract, resigned herself to the table, its comfy padding hugging her skin like a long-lost friend, or a fiend for Charlotte. There was no Laura at the interview this time, but Amanda was well-trained in preparing her volunteers for the tables and guided Charlotte’s socked feet into the corner stocks and her arms to the wrist cuffs at the top end of the table. Charlotte was dying inside, her skin was perfectly smooth and shaved following the spa day and her underarms, still as sensitive as ever, were once again taut and exposed. Amanda wasted no time on building up tension this time round, she swiftly removed Charlotte’s socks and tied each toe back to the stocks, so her secretary’s high-arched feet were also taut and immobile. To Charlotte’s dismay, Amanda then poured lotion onto her skin and rubbed it gentle across the exposed surfaces. Charlotte knew what this lotion was, having been made acquaintance to the SkinSense lotion at her last interview. Finally, the blindfold was once again closed over her eyes. Charlotte lay there, rueful that she had accepted the job and regretful of taking her niece to the spa, her manicured hands ready to be used on her auntie’s sensitive flesh.
“So, Jessica your auntie Charlotte has kindly volunteered for our demonstration. Now a test for you, what I have rubbed across her body is our in-house SkinSense Lotion that was developed by our Sensory Department…. To bring you in on a secret, it is a special lotion which stops skin from desensitising for approximately five hours. Sciency I know, something to do with the receptors in the skin. So…. Situation 1, you’re in a sales pitch and the person asks you how to demonstrate this, how would you?” Amanda asked Jess.
Charlotte tensed up, she knew what Amanda had in store and the blindfold prevented her from seeing when the tickling would start. All she could do was sit there until her torment began. Jess spoke up.
“Urm, I suppose you could give a message on the skin… If it doesn’t desensitise, it would feel good.”
“I suppose so, and as much as a five-hour massage sounds wonderful, it’s not the best way to highlight how the skin never stops feeling sensory stimuli.”
“Urm… maybe you could pinch them, if it doesn’t desensitise, then they will never get used to the pain.”
“I think your aunt would prefer the massage to the pain, maybe not the best was to promote a product to a potential buyer. Think again.” Amanda countered her interviewee; she then gestured for Jess to get closer to the table where her aunt was bound.
Charlotte knew that the interview wasn’t going perfect and really wanted to make a suggestion to help her niece. If it was anything else she would have but she wasn’t sure she had the confidence to shout out the answer her manager was actually wanting. She couldn’t see her niece getting closer to her, only the click of heels on the floor. She just hoped that Amanda would give up on Jess and release Charlotte.
Then she felt Jess’ set of newly-manicured nails begin to trace up her toe-tied feet, lightly tracing along her arched.
“Ahhhh…. Wait Jess… Jess wait…..wait I’m not ready…..”
“Excellent Jessica, a good use of initiative. Tickling is the perfect way to demonstrate how this lotion works, its not painful and leaves no physical marks after it. Plus, laughter from the person being tickled will never die down if our lotion works.” Jess continued to trace her nails along her auntie’s soles before stopping once Amanada had finished. “Oh, please don’t stop on my watch, please continue, you’ll need the practice if you are going to conduct demonstrations in the future. Don’t rush though, build up the tickling and she’ll break.”
“Ahhh Jess sweetie, please stop…. I can’t take ihahahahaha” Charlotte eventually broke as Jess increased the pressure on her soles. Jess had started off with simple trails going up and down the arches, but now with building confidence, these lines soon started to become more frantic and unpredictable, covering the taut arch from heel to toe.
Amanda stood and watched for a few minutes, pleased to hear the music of her secretary’s laughter flow through her ears. She had missed that for the past 9 months but knew she had waited for the right time to torment her secretary again. She was impressed with Jess’ skills for what she presumed to be an amateur tickler. Jess had been spending several moments focusing on her auntie’s heels, scraping her nails along the uncalloused skin. Amanda loved Charlotte’s attempts to break her feet free from the stocks, but she knew full well that her secretary knew that it was futile. Her feet would be held there for as long as Amanda decided was worthwhile.
For Jess’ part, she had already made her mind up that even if she didn’t get the job, this was worth every minute. She had rarely seen her auntie be tickled, usually the odd poke from her mother, grandmother, or even Rosie. But this, the opportunity to tickle her aunt with absolutely no escape, it felt like perfect payback for the times when her aunt said no to her as a child, or when she would tell her mother that she had done something wrong. Jess hadn’t really thought of tickling before, but hell if tickling volunteers as part of sale pitches was what it took to work for AXT Industries, she was more than happy to oblige.
Charlotte was once again in ticklish agony as every nerve in her feet went into panic mode. The initial giggles soon turned into pure laughter as everything she did to block the sensations failed to work. Her arches had been given a respite as Jess’ nails snook into the gaps between each of her tied toes. Charlotte’s feet weren’t sure if this was respite but her mind couldn’t handle anymore electric jolts from her arches. Deep down, she probably knew she deserved this, she had tickled her niece many times before and had managed to survive nine months of her contract without having to be tickled. And what she now knew was stupid, she had gotten onto the table fully aware of what Amanda would do, unlike during her own interview when it came as a surprise. Still, she begged and pleaded between her laughter for her niece to stop the tickling.
She wasn’t sure how long it had been it had been since the first tickles of her soles, but she would be quite happy, or maybe unhappy, to do a product review about how it definitely stops desensitisation. Eventually, Amanda spoke up and Jess stopped her assessment of her auntie’s feet. Charlotte knew that she wasn’t finished yet as AXT Industries had already developed foot-only tickle stocks. The fact that she was tied to a table with her entire body on display suggested that there would be more interview questions, much to her un-delight.
“Very well demonstrated Jessica, now a question for you. You’re in that same interview and have just tickled your volunteer’s feet as you just so did. The potential buyer speaks up and suggests that maybe it is just a decoy and the woman just has very ticklish feet rather than the desensitising lotion working. Now it is true that auntie Charlotte here does have very ticklish feet, but how would you counter that argument” Amanda asked Jess.
“Oh easy, I would…”
“NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOAAAAHHHHHHH HAHAHA” Charlotte tried to interrupt the interview, but words failed as Jess’ hands began to squeeze her kneecaps.
Amanda smiled, pleased that Jess had understood her – maybe she was a quick learner after all. Charlotte thrashed her legs as much as the table would allow but her niece’s hands remained clawed around the kneecaps, digging into the bony joints. Amanda watched intensely as her secretary’s curvy legs jerked around, her panties offering absolutely no protection. What pleased Amanda even more was when Jess took an initiative and moved further up her aunt’s body to focus on her hips, sides and ribs. The minutes passed by, but the ticklish agony never ended for Charlotte, every single nerve was on fire, and the lotion stopped this from extinguishing.
The nails didn’t stop wriggling, the mouth didn’t stop laughing, and the hungry eyes never stopped watching the auntie-niece torture session taking place before them. Hips were squeezed, sides were poked and ribs were counted. Plead after pleading fell on deaf ears and Amanda wondered whether Jess loved her aunt at all. Charlotte was putting on such a good show that Amanda was wondering if she could just record this and put it as an advert for the lotion’s success. Maybe that would break some fine print in an employment law somewhere though.
“Ok, thank you Jessica. That was a good demonstration of your skills. Now one part of the design of SkinSense Lotion that we probably don’t advertise enough is that when mixed with perspiration, not only does it prevent desensitisation, but it can also heighten sensitivity. Again, its another scientific thing which you don’t need to know as a salesperson. But, well after your fine tickling of your dear auntie Charlotte, she is now rather sweaty, so where best is the demonstration?”. All 3 women knew where this was heading, two more excited than the other.
“NO JESSICA JENKINS. YOU LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW. DON’T YOU DARE…. MS HORTON, THIS IS ENOUGH, JESS HAS MADE HER POINT OF HER SKILLS… INTERVIEW OVE…..”
Charlotte’s demands were cut short by the feeling of acrylic nails slowly tracing down from her elbows and along the flesh of her biceps. Her eyes squinted underneath her blindfold, nothing she did could prepare her for what was to come, if it had failed for her other spots, it would certainly fail now. There was no warning, no easing into it, the second the nails finished their slow trace along her biceps, they had dived into to moist skin of the secretary’s underarms and began to frantically wiggle around, the sharp points of nails scraping through the droplets of moist.
“Awww auntie Charlotte, you’re really sweaty…. And ticklish…. Coochie coochie cooo, I can remember when you used to do it to me.” Jess teased.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Charlotte couldn’t beg or plead; only primal noises escaped her throat as her brain was overloaded with panic at the armpit tickling.
Charlotte was prepared to break her wrists if it meant being able to lower her arms to protect her pits, but she knew, she knew that even that would be futile. These tables were inescapable unless Ms Horton had some sympathy and Charlotte knew that a meteor strike was more likely. She wasn’t wrong as Amanda stood watching, her eyes even thirstier now. She had been fascinated by her ticklish secretary’s hyper-ticklish, hyper-smooth underarms since the original interview and now to see them exposed and tickled, she was prepared to let Jess just do this for the remainder of the day.
…
Charlotte didn’t know how much time had passed since the interview had started, her world had just descended into a ticklish mess. Eventually, she was relieved when Amanda instructed Jess to stop the demonstration, relieved that she would finally be free. She was happy for Jess, there would be stern words once they left the office today, but Jess had clearly pleased Amanda and was likely to be successful. Charlotte was relieved until Amanada began to pour more lotion over her skin.
“May I ask Ms Horton you said this can last for about five hours so why are you pouring more on?” Jess interrupted.
“Well remembered, you see Jess, this table also has other features and I’m just pouring some more onto her skin to keep her topped-up. In your research, do you know what else AXT Industries specialise in apart from healthcare products?”
“Robotics suitable for the health industry.” Jess said gleefully, remembering her homework from the night before.
“Excellent, now auntie Charlotte here has some experience of the robots in the table, but I feel you should be aware of the opportunities we have with robotics.”
Jess stood and watched Amanda press another button on a remote, her aunt begging for Ms Horton not to do it. Jess was then in awe as after a few whirls of noise, multiple appendages appeared from out of the sides of the table underneath her aunt. These appendages were tipped with human-like robotic hands with nails that made Jess jealous. Within a few moments, they dived into Charlotte’s skin, launching tickle attacks on her soles, legs, sides, neck and underarms. Jess was impressed to say the least; she’d never seen robots move so life-like.
“See that sensor on the ceiling above the table Jessica, it is an AI system that monitors the test subject and reacts accordingly to their tickle torture. Now it usually builds up its tickling, but unfortunately for auntie Charlotte here, she already has some experience with this system, so it remebers how to tickle her. We had developed these tables for a different purpose and usually sell them for medical operation assistance, but recently, well let’s say some unscrupulous companies have been interested in them for… staff discipline. They should be quite easy to sell. Now let’s leave your auntie here for a while whilst we carry on with the interview, she can help calibrate the systems more.”
Jess could barely hear Ms Horton over the laughter, but she got the gist of it. It was a sight to see her sexy aunt being tickled by robots, oh how her mother would love to be there to see her sister. They left Charlotte in the room and walked down a corridor back to the lift. Ms Horton pressed the button to go to the floor below and continue Jess’ assessment.
“So, Jessica, how do you feel it has gone so far”
“Urm, ok I guess…. I can’t say that I expected to be tickling the living daylights out of my aunt hehe, so that was fun if nothing else.”
“Yes, those tables do have some added entertainment value, now, away from the interview questions for a second, your auntie will be going mad on one of them, reckon you could handle it?”
“Oh, absolutely not hehe, ticklishness is definitely hereditary for the women in our family. My armpits are bad, but my feet… My soul would have shot out of my body after the first touch if I was stuck on one of them.” Jess said playfully, relaxed now that it seemed to be going well.
“Understood, just remember that if you’re successful today, you’ll have to find someone else to do demonstrations on if you don’t want to end up on one of them, but unfortunately your auntie will be taken by me.”
“Understood” Jess replied as the lift doors ping open.
…
Charlotte didn’t know if she had passed out, or if she had died and was in hell, but she was certainly in a ticklish nightmare as she squirmed and squealed. The robotic ticklers never gave up and ensured every tickle spot on her unblemished flesh was teased. The fingers seemed to inflict more ticklish torture than she had remembered from her own interview, clearly something to do with the learning capabilities of the AI sensor she had heard Amanda talk about. Once she was free, she decided she would smash every sensor within the ACT Industries skyscraper, no matter how long it took. Apart from the hum of the machines and her never-ending desperate laughter, there were no other noises in the room.
Nails traced invisible lines along her soles and teased the soft skin in between her toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Fingers squeezed her kneecaps, stroked her thighs, and teased her hips.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Her sides were poked and squeezed, and a single finger swirled around her navel, the skin of her torso shining in sweat.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The hands of the devil itself provided a treatment of sensory overload to her underarms, now pools of glistening skin below the lights.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA”
Apart from that, silence…
Charlotte heard the door swing open and a few moments later, whirls and whistles were heard as the tickling stopped and the appendages retreated into the table. A set of heels clicked closer and closer until they stopped and the blindfold was removed. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust, but Charlotte soon made out Amanda standing above her gently swiping lose strands of damp hair from her forehead.
“My, my, I could hear you from the corridor and you’re in a soundproof room dear. Now thank you for the assistance with your niece before. I must say I was thoroughly impressed by her knowledge of the company, improvisation, and she certainly has the modesty that must run in the family. A pretty girl too, that helps in sales. She’ll make a fine addition to the team.”
Charlotte was relieved to hear it, she was happy for her niece, even if it had meant a torture session. She couldn’t wait to be out of the restraints and in a nice warm shower in the office’s locker rooms. Yet she waited and waited for Amanda to release her.
“Sorry I took so long to come back, once I had finished Jessica’s interview, I had to go upstairs and speak with Laura to cover the rest of your shift. I have one last surprise for you. I think you might like it… Well, I do any way.” Amanda teased her secretary.
With the press of a button, Charlotte froze as the floor beside her table swooped open and something began to rise out of the floor from the level below. Charlotte’s heavy panting was soon joined by another sound.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…… PLEASEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY FEEEEEEETTTTTTT!” the sound was undeniably Jess.
Charlotte twisted her head as much as she could to see another padded table rise from the ground and position itself next to the one she was tied to. On top of that padded table was her beloved niece, last time they had been together in the room, Jess was tickling the crap out of her, now, Jess was tied in an identical manner to Charlotte. Blindfolded and in nothing but her white bra and panties, Jess thrashed around as robotic ticklers tormented every spot of her soft, lotion-covered skin. Amanda had applied the lotion liberally to Jess and even though she had only been tickled for a brief time compared to her aunt, her thrashing had also caused for her to build up quite the sweat.
“Marvelous isn’t she, almost as entertaining as you. Ticklishness certainly runs through your family. The moment my nails stroked her arches, she was begging for mercy. Her underarms to, the sweat allowed for my nails to glide over her skin…. I’m going to have to open a genetics department and have them made a test-tube human with your armpits and her feet, oh that would be wonderful if that could happen….”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AUNTIE CHARLOTTE… PLEASE HELP MEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
“Notice anything Charlotte? I had the robotics team make some developments to the table and they’ve managed to add some further appendage tools to enhance the experience. It’s only in the early days and we have started with the feet, but the AI sensor will now switch between nails or hard-bristle brushes to extract the most laughter.”
Charlotte watched as Amanda pressed a button and a spare appendage appeared out of the bottom of Jessica’s table. Charlotte could see that the tip of it looked more like a hairbrush than anything else and dreaded to think how that would feel on her slick soles.
“And before you ask, yes, Jess is currently being scrubbed by them, hence the screaming. Like with your interview, Jessica here is going through her further assessment, I thought it would be nice for you to keep her company… Oh I forgot to add, those hairbrushes have been installed on your table as well…” Amanda added.
With that, Charlotte’s blindfold was put back on and the robotic ticklers that had terrorised her popped out from underneath her table once again. The choir of laughter from the two family members filled the room. Another button was pressed and soon Charlotte would also get to experience the bristles of the ‘new update’ – she wasn’t a fan.
If Charlotte was in hell, her niece was right there beside her. Jess had been tickled often by her mother, aunt, friends or boyfriends past and present, but being unable to move, unable to protect her vulnerable, exposed spots made it true suffering. The lotion on her soles made the skin frictionless as the brushes scrubbed across them, the hundred bristles of the brush inflicting more damage to her than she had with ten nails on her auntie. It didn’t take long for her to learn that there was no escape from the table until her future manager decided she had been tickled enough.
All auntie and niece could do was suffer through Amanda’s entertainment.
…
The suffering continued until both women felt their robotic tormentors retract. Both panted, refilled their lungs and begged for Amanda to release them. The blindfolded didn’t come off. Amanda’s heels clicked along the floor and soon Charlotte would squirm as she felt a pair of scissors cut through the fabric of her panties, she had a feeling she knew what was coming. Jess would soon feel the same sensation. With their womanhoods’ exposed, Charlotte prepared for the dreaded vibrator to appear from the table and edge her, instead, she heard some whirls and felt a slick, cold plastic phallus insert into her body. The gasp from Jess beside her suggested the same thing.
“I told you Charlotte, I have made some updates to the tables. Enjoy the surprise girlies.”
A button was pressed and soon the robotic nails introduced themselves to the women’s skin once again. Laughter filled the air, but this was soon joined by the initial whimpers and moans as the robotic phalluses began to slide back and forth, teasing the bound women. To Amanda, the sight was something to behold, she had recently become bored with the simple vibrators, so the robotic teams had designed for a dildo-like appendage to pop out from the table. The team had used an informal name of ‘fuck-machine add-on’, something that Amanda would need to rename before it went to sale. The phallus thrusted in and out of the two women as moans and laughter mixed. Amanda waited as several new prototypes would sone come to work.
Charlotte knew what to expect, no matter how much she became aroused, she wouldn’t orgasm because of that damned sensor, Jess on the other hand was oblivious. The thrusting continued and the clapping of the appendage on their skin was soon drowned out by the moans.
“Oh yeah, yeah, oh goodddd. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OOOOOO… OOOOOOH OOOOOHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA” Charlotte screamed.
“OH I’M….. HEHEHEHEHE… I CAN’T HOLD IT” Jess added.
Charlotte was on the brink, the thrusting teasing the sensitive skin of her private parts too much for her to ignore it. She was about to be in bliss, a small victory in this ticklish torment. But as she expected, the sensor detected her near-orgasm and made the phallus stop, causing for her orgasm to disappear. The frustration of her denial mixed in with her laughter.
“OH GOD NOOOO AHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE I NEEED HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I NEED TO CUM”
Unlike Charlotte though, the appendage pleasuring Jess never stopped thrusting, the clapping against her skin as it went in and out never ceased. Jess was on the brink, her sensitivity heightened, it would be a ticklish bliss, but it was a bliss. Until it wasn’t.
“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, I NEED TO CUM HEHEHEHEHEHE NOT THE FEEEETTTT AHHHHHH”
Amanda smiled, not only had the fuck-machine worked, it appeared AXT Industries newest pharmaceutical pill also did.
“That pill which I made you take before Jess, I may have lied… it wasn’t a vitamin drug we have been developing, instead it is truly revolutionary. It allows for a woman to reach peak arousal and sensitivity without the body releasing the chemicals needed for an orgasm. In effect, allowing you to enjoy the feeling without the arousal dying down for say… I don’t know, a few hours”
“HEHEHEHEHEHE I NEED TO…. I NEEED IT…”
“Sorry, you’ll have to wait. Neither of you are having an orgasm any time soon. Nor are you escaping the tickling. Enjoy, I have a meeting to go to.”
…
Some time later, Amanda once again returned to the family-bonding session. The room was full of moaning, pleading and laughter, it smelt of sweat and female. Both women had been broken by the tickling. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their vulvas wet.
The robotic ticklers stopped, but Amanda had one last piece of ticklish torment for them. She started with Charlotte, her favourite in the business. The skin of the secretary’s underarms was as moist as it had every been from her constant squirming, but soon, that perspiration was replaced by the saliva of Amanda as she bent over and licked Charlotte’s right armpit. Despite her 37 years on Earth, Charlotte’s skin was as smooth as ever and Amanda could have orgasmed over the taste and heat of it alone. Salty and moist, Charlotte’s giggles ringed in her ears, sexual frustration returning to pure ticklish agony. Amanda then did the same treatment to her not-forgotten left armpit.
She moved on to the niece and licked her sweaty underarms as well. The taste and feeling were definitely like her family member, and Jess’ soft, young skin was an early Christmas present for Amanda. But for Jess, Amanda moved further down her body, until Jess felt the tormenting tongue lick up her taut left arch. Jess squealed but there was no escape, it slid in between the toe gaps and teased along the tips of the toes before going back down the arch. The right sole was not spared this fate. By the end of it, Amanda had decided there was no better food seasoning than the Carter-Jenkins family.
…
The ticklish torture of the two women was finally over; they were released and allowed to shower in the office bathrooms. Jess waited outside to get some fresh air, Charlotte, exhausted, went to Amanda’s office to ensure all work was finished for the day.
“Ah you look refreshed Miss Carter, a thoroughly entertaining day… Before you go, remember to send Jessica the contract electronically, she earnt it. But…. Yes…. Make sure to insert the contract add-on that I inserted into your contract and increase her pay. I’m sure the three of us will have more fun in the future.
As Charlotte left the office to send her niece the contract, she couldn’t decide who she wanted to lock up on that table and tickle the life out of more, Jess, her sister, or her manager.
After she had sent the contract, she met Jess outside. Charlotte’s sister had arrived in car to pick up Jess and offered to drop Charlotte off at home as well. Charlotte, sick of the Tube commute, happily accepted. Once in the car, her sister asked Jess how the interview went, and somehow, an exhausted Jess managed to find some enthusiasm in her to tell her mother she got the job. Charlotte’s sister cheered, clearly unaware of what it took her daughter to get that job.
“Well done! I knew you could do it. How about grandma looks after Rosie tonight and I book us in for an emergency spa treatment as a celebration?” she asked the two of them.
“NO!” Jess and Charlotte cried in unison. They had had enough fingers touching them for one day…
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I hope you enjoyed the story, and as always, let us know any feedback you have. I do have a potential idea for a finale/part 3 for this story.
Also, I’m happy to hear any story ideas with you may be interested having a story written for. Anything you think could make a good story with a female lee (or lees), let me know. I won’t promise any guarantees or timings but if you have an idea, I might consider it when I get some free time again.
An NDA and a Table: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/an-nda-and-a-table.461443/
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An NDA and a Table (Part 2)
It had been 9 months since Charlotte had responded to Ms Horton’s job offer, and now at the age of 37, she sat at her desk on the highest floor of all-female AXT Industries. Her role as Ms Horton’s personal secretary had been as exciting as a secretary job could be with its endless diary management, phone calls, and even using the old photocopying machine which she believed was more at home in a history museum rather than an office in this age. The wages had solved all of her financial problems and allowed her to treat her daughter to all the newest devices, and on a plus side, Ms Horton was yet to make Charlotte do any of the additional activities which Ms Horton had added to the initial job role.
It had been a quiet Friday morning, many of her colleagues were away at a conference and she had completed her weekly tasks yesterday. Even the Tube had been unusually quiet that morning. Charlotte looked out of the skyscraper’s window, day-dreaming across London’s city centre, as she watched the drones shoot across the sky and workers build the newest addition to London’s never-ending sprawl of towers. In the background, she heard the click of some heels but took no notice.
“Miss Carter” she heard from the other side of her desk as she broke out of her trace.
“Oh… Ms Holden, apologies I didn’t see you, I was just looking at the new building. You’ve been booked for a meeting with the CEO of Bener Skincare who are interested in some of our lotions.”
“Excellent, thank you… but I need you to come with me about something else we need to sort out.”
“Of course!”
Within Ms Holden’s personal office, Charlotte sat opposite her manager who was typing away at a computer. Charlotte waited patiently wondering what exactly this would be about. She had a good relationship with her manager but usually Ms Horton would just go to her desk to tell her about something which she needed doing, rarely was it Charlotte at her desk unless it was something important but being the personal secretary, she wasn’t aware of anything it could be. Eventually, the silence was broken.
“How’s Rosie, Charlotte?”
“She’s doing well thank you, she’s looking forward to the school holidays.”
“I bet you can’t wait either, you’ve worked tremendously hard recently. Especially on that recent sales agreement with PHR.” Amanda told her.
“Thank you” Charlotte was pleased to get the recognition but couldn’t help feeling the slight hint of seduction in her manager’s voice.
“I know you have that holiday booked for a few weeks’ time which is why I have decided to move forward with the on-going recruitment campaign. Could you tell me how you did the initial sifting for it, you used AI didn’t you?”
“Yes… I put it through an AI system which picks up all of the buzz-words from the job advert and their applications, and it uses algorithms to choose the best 10 for each position. If that makes sense.” Charlotte explained in basic sentences. Considering Ms Holden had a company at the forefront of robotic and pharmaceutical products, she still preferred old-school CVs and keyboards to the AI systems of today.
“Understood Charlotte, for the first job, I have already made my mind up. For the sales job though, I must admit that I am struggling to pick between three of the candidates. Let me show you. Candidate 1 is a Mrs Eleanor Dean, she’s aged 30 and has 10-years’ experience in sales at various companies, albeit none of them within female healthcare.” Amanda showed Charlotte her screen with the woman’s application and photo on.
“I suppose… urrm… I suppose sales is more about the skills than the product” Charlotte was unsure what to say, she had never considered job applications before.
“Candidate 2, Amy Thomas, she’s 43, no sales experience but she has worked for HUME Robotics so some insider intel could be useful. Her application says she’s never worked in sales but is willing to learn. I’m not sure if she’d handle it but she knows robotics.” Charlotte just nodded as Amanda discussed Amy.
“And now, well the third candidate… well I know that you didn’t know what women got through due to your AI system, but I have a feeling this one you may know… this is Jessica Jenkins”
Charlotte froze in her seat as Amanda once again twisted her screen around to display a young 19-year-old woman with long brunette hair flowing down to her shoulders. A young woman who happened to be the daughter of Charlotte’s older sister, her niece.
“Going by your face, I assume you do know her. I couldn’t help but notice she had the same eyes as you and when she filled in her family details, her mother’s maiden name was also Carter…. Ah a niece, I see…. Anyway, she has just finished a training course and has a qualification in business, very little sales experience but, and I quote ‘Willing to Learn’…. I think that maybe she has potential, she’s young and will likely pick up skills easy. I suppose I can put her through university as well, what do you think?”
“Urmm… Amanda… Ms Horton sorry, I’m... I’m not sure I can say anything, surely this goes against blind recruitment, she is my niece.”
“Oh nonsense, I want the best her at AXT Industries Charlotte, and what better way to get them than first-hand insight into their character from family members who already do me an amazing job. Now let’s discuss her in more details”
The conversation continued about Charlotte’s niece and Charlotte portrayed her niece in the best possible way without sounding too blatantly biased. Charlotte loved her niece and often looked after Chloe when she was younger and her mother was working. Getting Jess a good job with a great wage for her age would be a big help.
“Ok then Charlotte, I’ve made my decision… I’m going to invite Miss Jenkins here to a taster day and if she impresses me, she gets the job, if not, we’ll try that first candidate. Agreed?”
“Yes Ms Horton. Thank you”
“Very well, send her the information pack and the standard interview NDA from the HR email inbox and don’t mention your name, I don’t want her getting ahead of herself. Likewise, don’t tell her anything about the job or your job before her taster day. I want to see what she can do.” Amanda instructed Charlotte.
“Understood” Charlotte said as she got up and began to leave the room. Before she got to the door, Amanda shouted.
“Oh Charlotte, on more thing. As she’s your family I suppose you ought to know. This taster day will involve a physical test during the interview, if you get what I mean”
“Yes, understood”. She remembered her own interview.
…
A few days later, Charlotte had a message from her niece asking to meet up for a drink. Charlotte agreed, always happy to spend some quality time with Jess and so she did a swap with her sister, Charlotte took her sister’s daughter out for the day, and her sister took Rosie in return. Charlotte and Jess talked about many things over their drinks at an upcoming bar until Jess finally blurted out that she had an interview with the elusive AXT Industries and that she was a mix of nerves and excitement. Charlotte played her part and acted surprised when congratulating her. Her niece told her that she had lots of questions about the ‘corporate world’ and her mother thought of nobody better to ask than auntie Charlotte. The questions flowed over the next few drinks and Charlotte tried to prepare Jess as best as possible. As the pair were readying to go home, Charlotte had an idea come to her mind and suggested that on the day before Jess’ interview, they should have a spa day to ease any remaining nerves. Jess was delighted and so they booked a local spa. Charlotte had her plan, she really did hope the best for Jess, but she told herself that she could also have a bit of fun during the day and the softer Jess’ skin was, the more she knew Ms Horton would love her interviewee.
On the next Sunday, the spa day came with Jess and Charlotte having a full-body treatment. Charlotte knew that it would relax her niece and watched as Jess had moisturiser rubbed against her soft, unblemished skin as she lightly giggled due to the pedicure she was receiving. After the treatment, Charlotte kissed her niece for good luck and reminded her to dress professionally and look her best.
…
Monday arrived and Jessica Jenkins stood outside the towering skyscraper of AXT Industries, eager to show her worth to one of the most powerful, albeit secretive, businesswoman in the country. She checked her phone and everything was as planned, 9:30am on 19/06/2079. She smartened her short-sleeved navy office dress that fell down to her knees and made her way to the reception, her heels clicking against the pavement in a rush to get out of the heat of the summer heatwave. Jess was told to wait in a lounge until Ms Horton’s secretary came to collect her. A few minutes passed as Jess fought off the nerves as she waited and waited, try to put any thought out of her head by fixing her long brunette curls into a high ponytail. What Jess heard next shocked, well certainly confused, her.
“Hey Jessie, looking smart” Charlotte said.
“Aunt Charlotte? I…. I wasn’t expecting… You… You never told me you work her”
“Strict orders, Ms Horton has her ways now if you’ll please follow me to the lifts and we can start your assessment.” Charlotte tried to sound as cheerful as possible to keep her niece relaxed, she could tell Jess was still confused and felt like she had betrayed her niece a bit by keeping secrets. Especially the secrets of what was to come during Jess’ interview.
Charlotte escorted Jess underground in the lift, as Laura had done with her in her own interview last year. She wondered if Jess though what she had through, surely the interview would be in the CEO’s office. Jess didn’t speak much in the lift, she was still unsure of what to expect, she had done her research on the company, or at least what was available online, but everything appeared to be thrown out the window now she was stood next to her aunt, the one person she would usually confide in. The silence was broken by the ding of the lift’s arrival to the right floor as the doors opened and Charlotte took Jess down the corridor. It wasn’t the same underground floor that Charlotte and the 11 women had been interviewed on when they shared their ticklish suffering, but this floor served the purpose it needed.
At the end of the corridor was a single room, large, with a table and a few chairs at the far wall. Waiting patiently was Amanda in her usual sleek business attire. She greeted Jess, who Charlotte could tell was starting to get nervous, and told the candidate to take a seat opposite it. Charlotte smiled at Jess, silently wishing her the best of luck but before she could leave, her manager addressed her.
“Wait, Miss Carter, please… take a seat as well, I already know the two of you are related so you staying here might make this more comfortable for your niece…. I assume this is your first interview for an important position of this kind isn’t it Jess, I may call you that instead of Jessica, can I?”
“Yes Ms Horton, I have never had experience of this kind of work but I…” Jess responded.
“Now, now Jess, we’ll get to all that soon but first I have a few other things we need to do.”
Charlotte listened to the interview go on as Amanda and Jess discussed all sorts of things from Jess’ qualifications and skills, what the job involved, and what Amanda was looking for. Charlotte felt that it was going well for Jess, and Amanada had been as assuring as a businesswoman of her status could be during an important interview. But there was one thing that Charlotte couldn’t get out of her mind, and in all honestly, couldn’t wait for, and that was for when her niece would be tied down to the infamous padded table and tickled to insanity. She absolutely loved her niece and want the job for her, but there was something within Charlotte that made her want to see it, maybe it was for all the teenage havoc her niece had caused to Charlotte and her sister over the years prior. Her thoughts were cut short as she heard Amanda’s chair shift.
Charlotte and Jess soon followed Amanda to their feet and Charlotte was delighted inside when, at the press of a button, the floor in the middle of the room slid open and a padded table rose up. It sent goosebumps across Charlotte’s skin as she remembered the ticklish torment she had suffered, and looking into her niece’s brown eyes, she saw the same confusion that she had when she first saw it. The table was identical, a black frame, white padding, stocks at the bottom corners, and wrist cuffs at the top. Charlotte’s excitement continued to build.
“So, Miss Jenkins, you may be wondering what this is. This is one of our robotic tables that was designed to provide sensory experiences to its users. You have applied for a sales position, so it is my belief that you should have first-hand knowledge of what products we offer.” Jess was speechless at her view, but Charlotte gave her a smile to reassure her that this was a normality at AXT Industries.
“Now I need a demonstration for this table, I need you to strip down to your underwear and get onto the table.”
Jess didn’t respond to what Amanda had just said, she was now even more confused. And so was her aunt as Amanada made eye contact with her.
“Me… Ms Horton, not Jess?”
“That’s correct Charlotte, I need to test your niece’s understanding of improvisation and you being here gives me a perfect assistant for the matter.”
“I… but I…” Charlotte couldn’t get words out of her throat, and with her confused niece by her side, Amanda finished her sentence for her.
“…I remember the contract that I signed when I was offered a job which includes demonstrations?... Don’t worry Miss Carter, I haven’t forgotten your contract. Now, I have a busy taster day for Jess here so please, don’t waste time now dear.”
For the second time at an interview at AXT Industries, Charlotte Carter now found herself pulling her pencil skirt down to her ankles and unbuttoning her white blouse. She stood there once again in a silk black bra and pants, and a pair of cotton ankle socks from underneath her removed tights, a habit she still hadn’t broken out of. Her manager eyed her head-to-toe, still clearly pleased with the flesh she saw before, smooth, shaved and unaged in the last 9 months. Her niece however, eyed her with mischief, the nervousness of the interview having clearly disappeared.
Charlotte, under the threat of disciplinary action for breaking an employment contract, resigned herself to the table, its comfy padding hugging her skin like a long-lost friend, or a fiend for Charlotte. There was no Laura at the interview this time, but Amanda was well-trained in preparing her volunteers for the tables and guided Charlotte’s socked feet into the corner stocks and her arms to the wrist cuffs at the top end of the table. Charlotte was dying inside, her skin was perfectly smooth and shaved following the spa day and her underarms, still as sensitive as ever, were once again taut and exposed. Amanda wasted no time on building up tension this time round, she swiftly removed Charlotte’s socks and tied each toe back to the stocks, so her secretary’s high-arched feet were also taut and immobile. To Charlotte’s dismay, Amanda then poured lotion onto her skin and rubbed it gentle across the exposed surfaces. Charlotte knew what this lotion was, having been made acquaintance to the SkinSense lotion at her last interview. Finally, the blindfold was once again closed over her eyes. Charlotte lay there, rueful that she had accepted the job and regretful of taking her niece to the spa, her manicured hands ready to be used on her auntie’s sensitive flesh.
“So, Jessica your auntie Charlotte has kindly volunteered for our demonstration. Now a test for you, what I have rubbed across her body is our in-house SkinSense Lotion that was developed by our Sensory Department…. To bring you in on a secret, it is a special lotion which stops skin from desensitising for approximately five hours. Sciency I know, something to do with the receptors in the skin. So…. Situation 1, you’re in a sales pitch and the person asks you how to demonstrate this, how would you?” Amanda asked Jess.
Charlotte tensed up, she knew what Amanda had in store and the blindfold prevented her from seeing when the tickling would start. All she could do was sit there until her torment began. Jess spoke up.
“Urm, I suppose you could give a message on the skin… If it doesn’t desensitise, it would feel good.”
“I suppose so, and as much as a five-hour massage sounds wonderful, it’s not the best way to highlight how the skin never stops feeling sensory stimuli.”
“Urm… maybe you could pinch them, if it doesn’t desensitise, then they will never get used to the pain.”
“I think your aunt would prefer the massage to the pain, maybe not the best was to promote a product to a potential buyer. Think again.” Amanda countered her interviewee; she then gestured for Jess to get closer to the table where her aunt was bound.
Charlotte knew that the interview wasn’t going perfect and really wanted to make a suggestion to help her niece. If it was anything else she would have but she wasn’t sure she had the confidence to shout out the answer her manager was actually wanting. She couldn’t see her niece getting closer to her, only the click of heels on the floor. She just hoped that Amanda would give up on Jess and release Charlotte.
Then she felt Jess’ set of newly-manicured nails begin to trace up her toe-tied feet, lightly tracing along her arched.
“Ahhhh…. Wait Jess… Jess wait…..wait I’m not ready…..”
“Excellent Jessica, a good use of initiative. Tickling is the perfect way to demonstrate how this lotion works, its not painful and leaves no physical marks after it. Plus, laughter from the person being tickled will never die down if our lotion works.” Jess continued to trace her nails along her auntie’s soles before stopping once Amanada had finished. “Oh, please don’t stop on my watch, please continue, you’ll need the practice if you are going to conduct demonstrations in the future. Don’t rush though, build up the tickling and she’ll break.”
“Ahhh Jess sweetie, please stop…. I can’t take ihahahahaha” Charlotte eventually broke as Jess increased the pressure on her soles. Jess had started off with simple trails going up and down the arches, but now with building confidence, these lines soon started to become more frantic and unpredictable, covering the taut arch from heel to toe.
Amanda stood and watched for a few minutes, pleased to hear the music of her secretary’s laughter flow through her ears. She had missed that for the past 9 months but knew she had waited for the right time to torment her secretary again. She was impressed with Jess’ skills for what she presumed to be an amateur tickler. Jess had been spending several moments focusing on her auntie’s heels, scraping her nails along the uncalloused skin. Amanda loved Charlotte’s attempts to break her feet free from the stocks, but she knew full well that her secretary knew that it was futile. Her feet would be held there for as long as Amanda decided was worthwhile.
For Jess’ part, she had already made her mind up that even if she didn’t get the job, this was worth every minute. She had rarely seen her auntie be tickled, usually the odd poke from her mother, grandmother, or even Rosie. But this, the opportunity to tickle her aunt with absolutely no escape, it felt like perfect payback for the times when her aunt said no to her as a child, or when she would tell her mother that she had done something wrong. Jess hadn’t really thought of tickling before, but hell if tickling volunteers as part of sale pitches was what it took to work for AXT Industries, she was more than happy to oblige.
Charlotte was once again in ticklish agony as every nerve in her feet went into panic mode. The initial giggles soon turned into pure laughter as everything she did to block the sensations failed to work. Her arches had been given a respite as Jess’ nails snook into the gaps between each of her tied toes. Charlotte’s feet weren’t sure if this was respite but her mind couldn’t handle anymore electric jolts from her arches. Deep down, she probably knew she deserved this, she had tickled her niece many times before and had managed to survive nine months of her contract without having to be tickled. And what she now knew was stupid, she had gotten onto the table fully aware of what Amanda would do, unlike during her own interview when it came as a surprise. Still, she begged and pleaded between her laughter for her niece to stop the tickling.
She wasn’t sure how long it had been it had been since the first tickles of her soles, but she would be quite happy, or maybe unhappy, to do a product review about how it definitely stops desensitisation. Eventually, Amanda spoke up and Jess stopped her assessment of her auntie’s feet. Charlotte knew that she wasn’t finished yet as AXT Industries had already developed foot-only tickle stocks. The fact that she was tied to a table with her entire body on display suggested that there would be more interview questions, much to her un-delight.
“Very well demonstrated Jessica, now a question for you. You’re in that same interview and have just tickled your volunteer’s feet as you just so did. The potential buyer speaks up and suggests that maybe it is just a decoy and the woman just has very ticklish feet rather than the desensitising lotion working. Now it is true that auntie Charlotte here does have very ticklish feet, but how would you counter that argument” Amanda asked Jess.
“Oh easy, I would…”
“NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOAAAAHHHHHHH HAHAHA” Charlotte tried to interrupt the interview, but words failed as Jess’ hands began to squeeze her kneecaps.
Amanda smiled, pleased that Jess had understood her – maybe she was a quick learner after all. Charlotte thrashed her legs as much as the table would allow but her niece’s hands remained clawed around the kneecaps, digging into the bony joints. Amanda watched intensely as her secretary’s curvy legs jerked around, her panties offering absolutely no protection. What pleased Amanda even more was when Jess took an initiative and moved further up her aunt’s body to focus on her hips, sides and ribs. The minutes passed by, but the ticklish agony never ended for Charlotte, every single nerve was on fire, and the lotion stopped this from extinguishing.
The nails didn’t stop wriggling, the mouth didn’t stop laughing, and the hungry eyes never stopped watching the auntie-niece torture session taking place before them. Hips were squeezed, sides were poked and ribs were counted. Plead after pleading fell on deaf ears and Amanda wondered whether Jess loved her aunt at all. Charlotte was putting on such a good show that Amanda was wondering if she could just record this and put it as an advert for the lotion’s success. Maybe that would break some fine print in an employment law somewhere though.
“Ok, thank you Jessica. That was a good demonstration of your skills. Now one part of the design of SkinSense Lotion that we probably don’t advertise enough is that when mixed with perspiration, not only does it prevent desensitisation, but it can also heighten sensitivity. Again, its another scientific thing which you don’t need to know as a salesperson. But, well after your fine tickling of your dear auntie Charlotte, she is now rather sweaty, so where best is the demonstration?”. All 3 women knew where this was heading, two more excited than the other.
“NO JESSICA JENKINS. YOU LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW. DON’T YOU DARE…. MS HORTON, THIS IS ENOUGH, JESS HAS MADE HER POINT OF HER SKILLS… INTERVIEW OVE…..”
Charlotte’s demands were cut short by the feeling of acrylic nails slowly tracing down from her elbows and along the flesh of her biceps. Her eyes squinted underneath her blindfold, nothing she did could prepare her for what was to come, if it had failed for her other spots, it would certainly fail now. There was no warning, no easing into it, the second the nails finished their slow trace along her biceps, they had dived into to moist skin of the secretary’s underarms and began to frantically wiggle around, the sharp points of nails scraping through the droplets of moist.
“Awww auntie Charlotte, you’re really sweaty…. And ticklish…. Coochie coochie cooo, I can remember when you used to do it to me.” Jess teased.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Charlotte couldn’t beg or plead; only primal noises escaped her throat as her brain was overloaded with panic at the armpit tickling.
Charlotte was prepared to break her wrists if it meant being able to lower her arms to protect her pits, but she knew, she knew that even that would be futile. These tables were inescapable unless Ms Horton had some sympathy and Charlotte knew that a meteor strike was more likely. She wasn’t wrong as Amanda stood watching, her eyes even thirstier now. She had been fascinated by her ticklish secretary’s hyper-ticklish, hyper-smooth underarms since the original interview and now to see them exposed and tickled, she was prepared to let Jess just do this for the remainder of the day.
…
Charlotte didn’t know how much time had passed since the interview had started, her world had just descended into a ticklish mess. Eventually, she was relieved when Amanda instructed Jess to stop the demonstration, relieved that she would finally be free. She was happy for Jess, there would be stern words once they left the office today, but Jess had clearly pleased Amanda and was likely to be successful. Charlotte was relieved until Amanada began to pour more lotion over her skin.
“May I ask Ms Horton you said this can last for about five hours so why are you pouring more on?” Jess interrupted.
“Well remembered, you see Jess, this table also has other features and I’m just pouring some more onto her skin to keep her topped-up. In your research, do you know what else AXT Industries specialise in apart from healthcare products?”
“Robotics suitable for the health industry.” Jess said gleefully, remembering her homework from the night before.
“Excellent, now auntie Charlotte here has some experience of the robots in the table, but I feel you should be aware of the opportunities we have with robotics.”
Jess stood and watched Amanda press another button on a remote, her aunt begging for Ms Horton not to do it. Jess was then in awe as after a few whirls of noise, multiple appendages appeared from out of the sides of the table underneath her aunt. These appendages were tipped with human-like robotic hands with nails that made Jess jealous. Within a few moments, they dived into Charlotte’s skin, launching tickle attacks on her soles, legs, sides, neck and underarms. Jess was impressed to say the least; she’d never seen robots move so life-like.
“See that sensor on the ceiling above the table Jessica, it is an AI system that monitors the test subject and reacts accordingly to their tickle torture. Now it usually builds up its tickling, but unfortunately for auntie Charlotte here, she already has some experience with this system, so it remebers how to tickle her. We had developed these tables for a different purpose and usually sell them for medical operation assistance, but recently, well let’s say some unscrupulous companies have been interested in them for… staff discipline. They should be quite easy to sell. Now let’s leave your auntie here for a while whilst we carry on with the interview, she can help calibrate the systems more.”
Jess could barely hear Ms Horton over the laughter, but she got the gist of it. It was a sight to see her sexy aunt being tickled by robots, oh how her mother would love to be there to see her sister. They left Charlotte in the room and walked down a corridor back to the lift. Ms Horton pressed the button to go to the floor below and continue Jess’ assessment.
“So, Jessica, how do you feel it has gone so far”
“Urm, ok I guess…. I can’t say that I expected to be tickling the living daylights out of my aunt hehe, so that was fun if nothing else.”
“Yes, those tables do have some added entertainment value, now, away from the interview questions for a second, your auntie will be going mad on one of them, reckon you could handle it?”
“Oh, absolutely not hehe, ticklishness is definitely hereditary for the women in our family. My armpits are bad, but my feet… My soul would have shot out of my body after the first touch if I was stuck on one of them.” Jess said playfully, relaxed now that it seemed to be going well.
“Understood, just remember that if you’re successful today, you’ll have to find someone else to do demonstrations on if you don’t want to end up on one of them, but unfortunately your auntie will be taken by me.”
“Understood” Jess replied as the lift doors ping open.
…
Charlotte didn’t know if she had passed out, or if she had died and was in hell, but she was certainly in a ticklish nightmare as she squirmed and squealed. The robotic ticklers never gave up and ensured every tickle spot on her unblemished flesh was teased. The fingers seemed to inflict more ticklish torture than she had remembered from her own interview, clearly something to do with the learning capabilities of the AI sensor she had heard Amanda talk about. Once she was free, she decided she would smash every sensor within the ACT Industries skyscraper, no matter how long it took. Apart from the hum of the machines and her never-ending desperate laughter, there were no other noises in the room.
Nails traced invisible lines along her soles and teased the soft skin in between her toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Fingers squeezed her kneecaps, stroked her thighs, and teased her hips.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Her sides were poked and squeezed, and a single finger swirled around her navel, the skin of her torso shining in sweat.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The hands of the devil itself provided a treatment of sensory overload to her underarms, now pools of glistening skin below the lights.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA”
Apart from that, silence…
Charlotte heard the door swing open and a few moments later, whirls and whistles were heard as the tickling stopped and the appendages retreated into the table. A set of heels clicked closer and closer until they stopped and the blindfold was removed. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust, but Charlotte soon made out Amanda standing above her gently swiping lose strands of damp hair from her forehead.
“My, my, I could hear you from the corridor and you’re in a soundproof room dear. Now thank you for the assistance with your niece before. I must say I was thoroughly impressed by her knowledge of the company, improvisation, and she certainly has the modesty that must run in the family. A pretty girl too, that helps in sales. She’ll make a fine addition to the team.”
Charlotte was relieved to hear it, she was happy for her niece, even if it had meant a torture session. She couldn’t wait to be out of the restraints and in a nice warm shower in the office’s locker rooms. Yet she waited and waited for Amanda to release her.
“Sorry I took so long to come back, once I had finished Jessica’s interview, I had to go upstairs and speak with Laura to cover the rest of your shift. I have one last surprise for you. I think you might like it… Well, I do any way.” Amanda teased her secretary.
With the press of a button, Charlotte froze as the floor beside her table swooped open and something began to rise out of the floor from the level below. Charlotte’s heavy panting was soon joined by another sound.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…… PLEASEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY FEEEEEEETTTTTTT!” the sound was undeniably Jess.
Charlotte twisted her head as much as she could to see another padded table rise from the ground and position itself next to the one she was tied to. On top of that padded table was her beloved niece, last time they had been together in the room, Jess was tickling the crap out of her, now, Jess was tied in an identical manner to Charlotte. Blindfolded and in nothing but her white bra and panties, Jess thrashed around as robotic ticklers tormented every spot of her soft, lotion-covered skin. Amanda had applied the lotion liberally to Jess and even though she had only been tickled for a brief time compared to her aunt, her thrashing had also caused for her to build up quite the sweat.
“Marvelous isn’t she, almost as entertaining as you. Ticklishness certainly runs through your family. The moment my nails stroked her arches, she was begging for mercy. Her underarms to, the sweat allowed for my nails to glide over her skin…. I’m going to have to open a genetics department and have them made a test-tube human with your armpits and her feet, oh that would be wonderful if that could happen….”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AUNTIE CHARLOTTE… PLEASE HELP MEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
“Notice anything Charlotte? I had the robotics team make some developments to the table and they’ve managed to add some further appendage tools to enhance the experience. It’s only in the early days and we have started with the feet, but the AI sensor will now switch between nails or hard-bristle brushes to extract the most laughter.”
Charlotte watched as Amanda pressed a button and a spare appendage appeared out of the bottom of Jessica’s table. Charlotte could see that the tip of it looked more like a hairbrush than anything else and dreaded to think how that would feel on her slick soles.
“And before you ask, yes, Jess is currently being scrubbed by them, hence the screaming. Like with your interview, Jessica here is going through her further assessment, I thought it would be nice for you to keep her company… Oh I forgot to add, those hairbrushes have been installed on your table as well…” Amanda added.
With that, Charlotte’s blindfold was put back on and the robotic ticklers that had terrorised her popped out from underneath her table once again. The choir of laughter from the two family members filled the room. Another button was pressed and soon Charlotte would also get to experience the bristles of the ‘new update’ – she wasn’t a fan.
If Charlotte was in hell, her niece was right there beside her. Jess had been tickled often by her mother, aunt, friends or boyfriends past and present, but being unable to move, unable to protect her vulnerable, exposed spots made it true suffering. The lotion on her soles made the skin frictionless as the brushes scrubbed across them, the hundred bristles of the brush inflicting more damage to her than she had with ten nails on her auntie. It didn’t take long for her to learn that there was no escape from the table until her future manager decided she had been tickled enough.
All auntie and niece could do was suffer through Amanda’s entertainment.
…
The suffering continued until both women felt their robotic tormentors retract. Both panted, refilled their lungs and begged for Amanda to release them. The blindfolded didn’t come off. Amanda’s heels clicked along the floor and soon Charlotte would squirm as she felt a pair of scissors cut through the fabric of her panties, she had a feeling she knew what was coming. Jess would soon feel the same sensation. With their womanhoods’ exposed, Charlotte prepared for the dreaded vibrator to appear from the table and edge her, instead, she heard some whirls and felt a slick, cold plastic phallus insert into her body. The gasp from Jess beside her suggested the same thing.
“I told you Charlotte, I have made some updates to the tables. Enjoy the surprise girlies.”
A button was pressed and soon the robotic nails introduced themselves to the women’s skin once again. Laughter filled the air, but this was soon joined by the initial whimpers and moans as the robotic phalluses began to slide back and forth, teasing the bound women. To Amanda, the sight was something to behold, she had recently become bored with the simple vibrators, so the robotic teams had designed for a dildo-like appendage to pop out from the table. The team had used an informal name of ‘fuck-machine add-on’, something that Amanda would need to rename before it went to sale. The phallus thrusted in and out of the two women as moans and laughter mixed. Amanda waited as several new prototypes would sone come to work.
Charlotte knew what to expect, no matter how much she became aroused, she wouldn’t orgasm because of that damned sensor, Jess on the other hand was oblivious. The thrusting continued and the clapping of the appendage on their skin was soon drowned out by the moans.
“Oh yeah, yeah, oh goodddd. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OOOOOO… OOOOOOH OOOOOHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA” Charlotte screamed.
“OH I’M….. HEHEHEHEHE… I CAN’T HOLD IT” Jess added.
Charlotte was on the brink, the thrusting teasing the sensitive skin of her private parts too much for her to ignore it. She was about to be in bliss, a small victory in this ticklish torment. But as she expected, the sensor detected her near-orgasm and made the phallus stop, causing for her orgasm to disappear. The frustration of her denial mixed in with her laughter.
“OH GOD NOOOO AHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE I NEEED HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I NEED TO CUM”
Unlike Charlotte though, the appendage pleasuring Jess never stopped thrusting, the clapping against her skin as it went in and out never ceased. Jess was on the brink, her sensitivity heightened, it would be a ticklish bliss, but it was a bliss. Until it wasn’t.
“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, I NEED TO CUM HEHEHEHEHEHE NOT THE FEEEETTTT AHHHHHH”
Amanda smiled, not only had the fuck-machine worked, it appeared AXT Industries newest pharmaceutical pill also did.
“That pill which I made you take before Jess, I may have lied… it wasn’t a vitamin drug we have been developing, instead it is truly revolutionary. It allows for a woman to reach peak arousal and sensitivity without the body releasing the chemicals needed for an orgasm. In effect, allowing you to enjoy the feeling without the arousal dying down for say… I don’t know, a few hours”
“HEHEHEHEHEHE I NEED TO…. I NEEED IT…”
“Sorry, you’ll have to wait. Neither of you are having an orgasm any time soon. Nor are you escaping the tickling. Enjoy, I have a meeting to go to.”
…
Some time later, Amanda once again returned to the family-bonding session. The room was full of moaning, pleading and laughter, it smelt of sweat and female. Both women had been broken by the tickling. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their vulvas wet.
The robotic ticklers stopped, but Amanda had one last piece of ticklish torment for them. She started with Charlotte, her favourite in the business. The skin of the secretary’s underarms was as moist as it had every been from her constant squirming, but soon, that perspiration was replaced by the saliva of Amanda as she bent over and licked Charlotte’s right armpit. Despite her 37 years on Earth, Charlotte’s skin was as smooth as ever and Amanda could have orgasmed over the taste and heat of it alone. Salty and moist, Charlotte’s giggles ringed in her ears, sexual frustration returning to pure ticklish agony. Amanda then did the same treatment to her not-forgotten left armpit.
She moved on to the niece and licked her sweaty underarms as well. The taste and feeling were definitely like her family member, and Jess’ soft, young skin was an early Christmas present for Amanda. But for Jess, Amanda moved further down her body, until Jess felt the tormenting tongue lick up her taut left arch. Jess squealed but there was no escape, it slid in between the toe gaps and teased along the tips of the toes before going back down the arch. The right sole was not spared this fate. By the end of it, Amanda had decided there was no better food seasoning than the Carter-Jenkins family.
…
The ticklish torture of the two women was finally over; they were released and allowed to shower in the office bathrooms. Jess waited outside to get some fresh air, Charlotte, exhausted, went to Amanda’s office to ensure all work was finished for the day.
“Ah you look refreshed Miss Carter, a thoroughly entertaining day… Before you go, remember to send Jessica the contract electronically, she earnt it. But…. Yes…. Make sure to insert the contract add-on that I inserted into your contract and increase her pay. I’m sure the three of us will have more fun in the future.
As Charlotte left the office to send her niece the contract, she couldn’t decide who she wanted to lock up on that table and tickle the life out of more, Jess, her sister, or her manager.
After she had sent the contract, she met Jess outside. Charlotte’s sister had arrived in car to pick up Jess and offered to drop Charlotte off at home as well. Charlotte, sick of the Tube commute, happily accepted. Once in the car, her sister asked Jess how the interview went, and somehow, an exhausted Jess managed to find some enthusiasm in her to tell her mother she got the job. Charlotte’s sister cheered, clearly unaware of what it took her daughter to get that job.
“Well done! I knew you could do it. How about grandma looks after Rosie tonight and I book us in for an emergency spa treatment as a celebration?” she asked the two of them.
“NO!” Jess and Charlotte cried in unison. They had had enough fingers touching them for one day…
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I hope you enjoyed the story, and as always, let us know any feedback you have. I do have a potential idea for a finale/part 3 for this story.
Also, I’m happy to hear any story ideas with you may be interested having a story written for. Anything you think could make a good story with a female lee (or lees), let me know. I won’t promise any guarantees or timings but if you have an idea, I might consider it when I get some free time again.
