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Hi everyone,
Here is a shorter story set in the near-future that I have written recently as I had some free time on my hands. I still plan to add to the Summer Fair Nightmare story should I get some more time.
This story is not related and I suppose you could say focuses on some body parts more than others so may not be to everyone's liking.
Any feedback, let me know as always.
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A set of heels clicked along the street as rain drizzled down in central London. A woman paced along, determined not to be late to the interview that she had worked so hard to get. Under her umbrella she breathed in the spring air, a stark contrast to the stuffy humidity of the Tube which she had timed right on London’s morning rush hour, much to her own frustration. Freed from the cramped carriages of the London Underground, she swerved the crowds and eventually arrived at the given location – AXT Industries. She looked up, still in awe at the height of some of the new skyscrapers which had been erected over the city centre in the past decade. AXT Industries was no different, it’s recently opened Head Office spanned 24 floors of glass and steel with views of the River Thames. Admittedly to the woman, it was impressive but relatively modest compared to some of the gigantic towers that surrounded it, each filled with the minions of multi-national commercial giants.
AXT Industries was an international leader in modern healthcare with a department in pharmaceuticals, and another in robotics. It was secretive, it supplied healthcare providers across the world, but people would rarely see its logo on products. It was an investor’s favourite on the stock markets and a symbol of capitalism. It was an outlier though, the treatment of its staff was exemplary, and it pay-packages were to die for. This is what had led the woman to be stood in the rain outside of its Head Office, to even be invited to an interview at AXT Industries was basically unheard of, to pass it and get a job, near impossible. There were also two other oddities which made AXT standout in the world: it’s policy of an all-female workforce, and its reclusive CEO. Little was known about its founder and CEO despite being among one of the wealthiest people in the country, her name was listed on the company, but most people could not point her face out in a crowd of employees.
Outside, the woman was aware of the company’s reputation as she checked her phone for the last time before entering, the clock indicating that she was right on time – 10:00am 21/09/2078. She glanced at the odd good luck message that had popped up, and more importantly, the photo of her daughter, Rosie, which brightened up her lock screen. She smiled, Rosie was the reason she was doing this, the reason why she needed the job so much with a life-changing pay-packet. She took in a deep breath and entered the lobby of the tower, it was a sleek area of white marble with contrasting black furniture. She checked-in with the monotone receptionist and was told to take a seat in the waiting room. In the room, she was gazed upon by the eyes of eleven other women, each one measuring her as a competitor for the illustrious position. An enemy they had to beat for a chance of success.
The woman sat down on the final empty seat, the room silent to the point where they could hear a pin drop on the tenth floor. She looked around at the other women awaiting the interview. They were a mixture of ages, some were younger than her, some older. One girl with perfectly straight blonde hair looked like she had barely just left university, another with jet black hair was in her forties the woman had guessed. Some had business suits on, some dresses and some in shirts; one woman was even in jeans and a t-shirt, a much more casual approach. Some women glanced around nervously, clearly aware of the seriousness of the interview, others had stern looks as they silent assessed each of their competitors. As fast as she had surveyed the room, another woman entered the room. She had strawberry-blonde hair tied into a bun, a name-tag standing out on her white silk shirt – Laura. She held a clipboard in her hand and with all eyes on her, she called out a name and told the woman to follow her. Everyone watched as a redhead got up off their seat, her hair was still slightly damp from the rain as she followed Laura out of the waiting room and down a corridor. Minutes passed and another woman was called. Minutes and minutes passed as one by one, each of the candidates was called by Laura and taken away. The woman looked down at her phone again, it had been almost 70 minutes since she had arrived, her nerves finally starting to crack as the silence was finally broken by the rain intensifying on the windows. The woman looked at Rosie again on her phone, the warm smile on her photo reminding her of how important it was to keep it together and get the position for a new personal secretary to the CEO. Laura came in once again and called the eleventh woman, the young blonde. The remaining woman was now alone in the waiting room; she had been the last in and would be the last to get interviewed.
Alone, she began to think about the absurdness of the whole thing. She had submitted her CV, an archaic type of document in this day and age, and a month later, she had received a letter with the invite to the interview. Post was so rare that she had to collect it as most homes no longer had mail deliveries. To accept the offer of an interview, she had to complete and return a Non-Disclosure Agreement to ensure that she would not discuss her interview process with anybody regardless of its outcome. The woman had never known this after her many years of working in secretarial roles, and she also knew that she had neither the time nor money to fight a multinational corporation in court if she ever broke the NDA. Another oddity that she had noticed was that she hadn’t seen any of the other candidates return to the waiting room or leave through the lobby entrance. Odd, but she put it down to leaving through a different exit. Afterall, they were in a big skyscraper in central London, human trafficking was far less common around here, money laundering well that was a different story…
Ninety minutes after her arrival to the building, Laura finally returned to the waiting room and called out her name. A deep breath later, the woman had got up, straightened her black suit jacket, and followed Laura into the depths of the building. They went down a corridor and to a lift. The woman was surprised when the lift began to go down underground, not up to a penthouse CEO office as she had imagined. After a while, the lift stopped, and Laura beckoned her down another corridor. At the end was a circular room, twelve metal doors around it. It wasn’t sleek marble of the lobby, it was grey and more industrial, something that the woman would have expected at the AXT Industries warehouses, and not the Head Office. Laura beckoned the woman into one of the rooms, inside was a smaller room with a single light and two chairs. Nothing else. Laura told the woman to wait in the room, and she would be seen to soon, before leaving and going out of the woman’s sight. The woman stood in the room, slightly anxious and unsure if to take a seat or wait for the interviewer. It was silent here as well, she noticed the thicks walls and doors, it reminded her of a bank… or an asylum.
Moments later, a voice was heard from behind her at the doorway, the woman turned around to see the face of the voice. Amanda Horton, the Amanda Horton. CEO of AXT Industries, she was a face that made not seen, especially in the flesh. Amanda Horton, an extraordinary businesswoman with an unextraordinary name. She looked stern but not angry, intimidating but in a professional way. Her filled the doorway with a matching outfit of a black suit jacket and matching suit pants. The CEO greeted the woman and closed the door behind her, the room now sealed off from the circular area. Somehow it seemed even quieter, and even seedier.
“So… Candidate 12. I am Ms Horton. I am sure you are aware of my position in this company. Please take a seat on the chair, lets get straight into this then.” The CEO instructed, her hands holding a paper file.
The candidate took a seat, finally it had begun, the most important interview in her life. She noticed that the paper file was her CV, an archaic document type on actual physical paper, even more archaic. Nervously, she waited as the CEO scanned her CV.
“So, we have here a Miss Charlotte Carter. My, my, your CV says that you are 36… I must say that you don’t look a day over 30.” The CEO exclaimed.
“Urrmm… thank you Ms Horton…. I… I try to take care of myself.” Charlotte responded with red cheeks. Having 6 years knocked off her age was not how she had expected the interview to start.
“Let’s see, 5 years as a secretary at Johnson Insurance, 10 years’ service at HGN Bank, a degree in Business Administration & Finance… a standard CV no different from the other eleven I have already seen this morning. Tell me Miss Carter, or Charlotte if I may… what makes you any different to the woman I have already seen.”
Charlotte was taken aback by the abruptness, within a minute, the CEO had already shattered her hopes of getting the job. Words formed in her mouth but very few left it. Rosie, remember Rosie. Another deep breath later and she was ready with her response about how she had worked on several multi-million-pound projects and the likes.
“…. So Ms Horton, that’s why I believe I would be a perfect fit as your personal secretary…”
There was a moment of silence as the CEO made details notes with pen and paper, her face showing very little reaction to Charlotte’s response. For the good or the bad. For the next few minutes, the conversation swung back and forth with Charlotte trying her best to answer the CEO’s questions. She was asked about her experience at previous employers, her degree, her education, and previous training. The answers flowed out of her mouth with apparent confidence, although deep down, Charlotte was beginning to feel that Ms Horton was viewing her as another corporate minion no different to the rest who swarmed the city every day. Charlotte listened and then she responded but something bugged her, she just felt odd. The room. The room seemed off, all of this just for two chairs.
“Is something bothering you Miss Carter? You seem slightly distracted.”
“No…. urmm no Ms Horton… I’m fine, please continue.”
“Oh, well let’s be straight… if you are to work for me, I think we need to have a bit of honesty between us. Would you not agree?”
“I apologise Ms Horton, you’re right, I am a bit distracted, I must say it is the room we are in. It’s not where I expected to be interviewed.” Charlotte took the hint that no lie was getting past the CEO.
“I see, well thank you for your honesty, Charlotte. I do see why it must feel strange but to get a position in my prestigious company, I expect employees, present and future, to be able to deal with any situation…. So… Tell me Miss Carter, tell me how much this job would really mean to you?”
Charlotte began to feel a bit of unease about the whole situation, maybe she should have just stayed with her sleezy old manager. Her mouth opened once more and she began to explain about how she was a single mother and how see needed the position to support the most precious thing in her life, Rosie. If the CEO was moved by the speech, Charlotte hadn’t seen it.
“Very well, Charlotte. I can see how this position would help you and Rosie… Generous wages are a perk of working for myself… but tell me, if you do need this job, just how willing would you be to prove that you can handle any situation?”
“I will… I can… I’ll do anything to show you my commitment to the position and my ability to cope with tasks.” Charlotte tried to convince the CEO.
Charlotte had expected Ms Horton to give her some problem-solving tasks or make her plan out an event which could be held in the odd room. What she did not expect was for the CEO to press a button on the wall. Charlotte watched with a mixture of shock and awe as the floor in the centre of the room opened and something from a horror film rose up. A padded table now filled the centre of the previously near-empty room as the floor once again closed around it. The shock and awe soon became fear as Charlotte began to look at the table more. Its black metal frame was warmed by soft white padding across its top. Any warmth was soon cooled by the sight of padded wrist cuffs at the top corners of the table, and an odd-looking frame with holes at each bottom corners that Charlotte couldn’t work out the purpose of. Before any word could even form in her mouth, the CEO broke the silence.
“Now, lets move onto the next stage of the interview Miss Carter. You said you’d do anything, now I need you to demonstrate this. I need to you remove your clothes down to your underwear.” Ms Horton instructed, without an ounce of hesitation in her voice.
“I…. urmmm… excuse me?.... Urmmm this is a job interview…. I”
“A job interview for a healthcare company you must remember. Skin is a vital component of our works. Now Miss Carter, please follow my instructions promptly, I have a business to run. You said that you’d demonstrate your commitment, well at the moment you are the only interview candidate who is yet to follow instructions. It wouldn’t look good if you were the only one not to follow orders… Oh and before you even say anything, don’t worry I am not evil, I can confirm that you will not be hurt during this interview. Your NDA has been submitted to the Corporate Regulator so they will support you if anything every happened. Trust me, I’ve already been asked that 11 times today.”
Charlotte wasn’t sure if it was in fear of the CEO, or in determination to get the job, but eventually she swallowed any pride she had and began to strip. First was the jacket, then the heels, and the skirt. Reluctantly, she began to unbutton her white blouse and roll down her tights. Charlotte stood there in front of one of the most powerful women in the country in just her black silk bra and pants. Her burning red face contrasted to the rest of her skin as the CEO watched her show her ‘commitment’. Charlotte had always worn a pair of thin socks under her tights, a strange habit, and these remained on her feet to save the last shred of dignity she may have had.
“Thank you for the cooperation, I must say, your undergarments are not as modest as your personality. Now… I need you to get onto the table, if you may.”
She looked at the table, wondering what she was getting herself into. Whilst her brain was identifying a million red flags about the whole thing, something made her feel that the CEO really wouldn’t hurt her. Hesitantly she sat on the edge of the table with her feet dangling off the side. The CEO only smiled and walked up to her.
“All the way Miss Carter, I can assure you that it is more comfortable than it looks.”
She lay down on her back, her eyes now flicking between the CEO and the ceiling above her. The CEO pressed another button and within seconds, Laura re-entered the room and began to fix Charlotte to the table like an expert. First, she gently guided Charlotte’s ankles into each corner before locking them into the stock frames in each corner. Charlotte then felt Laura’s hand on her foot, but the CEO told Laura to move on. Instead, Laura went to the top of the table and guided each of Charlotte’s wrists above her head and into the cuffs in each corner. Charlotte felt helpless, she was tied up with four eyes on her – maybe she was wrong, maybe the CEO was about to do something sadistic. Any nerves from the start of the interview were multiplied ten-fold when the CEO then grabbed a blindfold from below the table and gently placed it over Charlotte’s eyes.
“There, please relax Miss Carter, thank you for showing your commitment to orders. Now, let’s continue with the next part of your interview… so please can you tell me about your strengths and how they will help with the job?”
Charlotte, completely bewildered by what she had gotten herself into, began to talk about her IT ability, her ability to work in high-stress environments, and organisational skills. As she blurted out buzzword after buzzword, she froze as she felt Ms Horton’s cold hands touch her socked feet. Next, she felt her left sock beginning removed, followed by her right sock.
“Please continue Charlotte, I am merely preparing you for the next stage of the interview. ” The CEO instructed. As Charlotte continued to discuss her strengths, she next felt the cold hands gently guide her feet before feeling soft silk being guided between each of her toes. By the time she had finished her answer, her feet were immobile, held taunt but not painfully in place. She had no idea where this interview was going, maybe she should have ran out of the building.
Thank you for your answer… Now we have had your strengths Miss Carter… now what about your weaknesses?”
Charlotte thought for one moment about her honest answer. What should have been an answer coming out of her mouth was instead a gasp. A gasp caused by something that sent a shiver down her spine. This something was the feeling of sharp nails slowly tracing across her arches. Charlotte didn’t yet know if this was an accident or a deliberate action, but it was dreadful. She knew she was deathly ticklish, a fact well exploited by boyfriends and family members of her past. Only a month ago, her sister had teased her at a family gathering by poking her sides. Charlotte managed to escape that, here in this interview, she couldn’t find any way to escape. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no! Oh god.
Charlotte tried to pass it off as an accident, maybe just Ms Horton’s test to made sure she hadn’t fallen asleep under the blindfold. Surely it would stop now, and this bizarre interview would continue, or so she thought. The interview did continue, but so did the jolts of ticklish sensations on her feet. What should have been a professional answer to the question was now a series of grunts and huffs as the bound woman tied her best not to give into her ticklishness.
“I must say Miss Carter, your feet are immaculate. Such wonderfully high arches. I’m impressed that you have time to paint your toenails whilst looking after your daughter…. Now, I am still waiting for the answer to my question… What are your weaknesses?” the CEO stated. Charlotte couldn’t respond, she knew the minute she opened her mouth to try, only laughter would fill the air.
“Arhhh….Arrgh…. My…. My…. My main weakness is….. EEEKKKK HAHAHAHAHA”
Charlotte couldn’t finish her sentence as the CEO’s nails now intensified their assault on her soles. What had started off as light tracing of her arches as now faster scribbling of her both of her soles. The nails started at her heels, spidered their way up her arches and then tapped at the pads beneath her toes. She had prided herself on professionalism in her previous jobs but now, somewhere underground, Charlotte Carter was slowly turning into a heap of giggles.
“Well… well… that wasn’t the answer I was expecting. Usually it is something along the lines of ‘I can never say no’ or ‘I struggle with organisation’ not ‘HAHA’” Ms Horton teasingly mocked, her nails not relenting.
After securing Charlotte, Laura had been made to wait in the corner of the room where she had a view of the whole event as she had done 11 times before. She cringed at the sight of her boss starting the tickling on Charlotte’s foot as her eyes followed her boss’ manicured nails down the taunt skin………. There was something however, Laura couldn’t help but love the sight of this professional businesswoman now squirming and giggling like a child just because of a few touches. She won’t last long, she will break before the others did.
“Hahahaha hehehe… wait.. WAIT.. please just stop it… I will answer”
“I believe I have my answer Miss Carter, maybe something along the lines of your weakness being that you’re very ticklish? Would you agree?”
“No Ms… please, it just caught me off guard” Charlotte lied, she knew that. She was relieved as the nails now stopped their assault.
“Really? So then Miss Carter, let us continue our interview, if you aren’t that ticklish then there won’t be any more distractions for you. So then, please can you give me an example of a time you worked under pressure” The CEO continued.
Charlotte had expected the dreadful sensations to begin again but was relieved when she could open her mouth and begin to give her answer. The nightmare is over, thank God. Charlotte’s relief was short-lived as halfway through her answer, the nails once again targeted her feet and began to tease the soft skin in between her tied toes. She didn’t finish her answer. Giggles once again filled the room as she did all she could to try and get her feet out of the corner stocks. Her laughter continued to rise as the CEO changed her tactics and would tickle one foot’s toes, whilst scribbling her nails over the other foot’s arch. This mixture of sensations through her off guard as the CEO continued to ask questions, even if Charlotte’s answer was only a squeal.
The tickling of her bare feet continued for what Charlotte felt was an eternity as Ms Horton continued. Charlotte was once again relieved as the sensations stopped, and she felt the nails slowly trace up her legs. She endured a few questions worth of tickling on her kneecaps and thighs as the CEO’s nails dug in. Charlotte could almost have felt proud of her answers to these questions, they were certainly more coherent compared to those when her feet were the target. She took that as a win anyway. Laura continued to watch in the corner, the manicured fingers kneading bare knees and squeezing the bound woman’s soft thighs. Laura noticed that there was barely a hair on the woman at all, the CEO would certainly like that she thought.
The process continued and Charlotte once again began squirming as the fingers now found their way up to her vulnerable torso. When her sister had poked her side last month, it was only a single poke. With each question that the CEO asked, Charlotte now felt what seemed like one hundred pokes of her sides and no matter how much she tried to shift to one side to escape a poke, the fingers of the other hand was eagerly awaiting her other side to dig into. It was safe to say that her answers in this section of the interview were slowly starting to decline once again, although she would happily take this over her feet any day of the week.
Finally, the tickling stopped again, and her torso was spared more torment. What should have been relief was dread. Charlotte was a clever woman, she had worked out the CEO’s pattern and that those devilish fingers were getting further and further up her body. Her suspicions were realised as she heard the CEO now move and stand at the end of the table above her head, and moments later, she felt those sharp talons slowly tease her biceps. Charlotte’s weakness was tickling, her feet were ticklish hell, her underarms were the ticklish abyss.
“So Miss Carter, for my next question, please can you give me an example of a time when you had to discipline a staff member”
“NO NO NO NO NO!... Please, please stop the interview, not there.. please”
The CEO did not answer, instead she eagerly awaited Charlotte’s answer, be it laughter or actual words. The CEO teased the woman’s biceps by making several trips up and down the skin held taunt above Charlotte’s head. It drove Charlotte mad as she blabbered on about a time in her previous job. Just as Charlotte was about to explain how she punished one of her workers at an old employer, she felt the talons dive in and begin to scribble aimlessly across the skin of her armpits. She screamed. The CEO smiled. Laura was almost certain that other people in the building would have heard it.
“AHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO” Charlotte screamed. Once again, the CEO provided no response, her nails only continuing their work as she awaited the interviewee’s answer.
“My, my Miss Carter, these underarms of yours are rather moist. Wonderfully soft and smooth, but damp none the less. Please continue with my question…” the CEO teased. Charlotte was mortified, already bound to a table in nothing but her underwear, laughing and begging for the tickling to stop, to hear one of the country’s most powerful women now tell her she was sweating, was another hammer blow to her dignity.
“No, please… hahahahahaha…. I’m sorry Ms Horton hahahahahaha… It was just the Tube… hahaha… and my jacket was quite warm… pleeassse stop oh my…. I’m not normally sweaty.” Charlotte’s response did nothing to finish her answer to the question, she just wanted to try and save some of her appearance.
“Oh now, now dear… I think that’s a lie…. It’s ok, you’re not the first woman with a bit of sweat on their pits I have seen in nearly 30 years in the healthcare industry, and you won’t be the last… but please keep on laughing, I do love to tickle a soft, moist armpit… Now, back to the question.”
Charlotte couldn’t answer, her laughter continued to intensify as the CEO’s nails wiggled around on the exposed skin of her underarms. Charlotte hated underarms, not for any particular reason, but years of being crammed into subway carriages in hot summers had, she had seen her fair share. She hated them and yet only that morning she had shaved her body, now she was very much regretting that decision as the hairless skin offered no protection to the CEO’s torment. The CEO continued to tickle her and ask questions about her skills and past employment. Charlotte didn’t answer any of them, she barely even heard what was said as she sank further and further into her ticklish hell. Laura watched on in the corner as the CEO went from fast scribbling of the woman’s pits to slow tracing of her nails along the underarm creases, and back to scribbles. Laura took note of Charlotte’s glistening skin, and she knew how much her boss would be loving the feeling of the warm, moist skin under her fingers. Laura was just glad it wasn’t her tied to that table.
After many failed answers to questions, the CEO’s nails reluctantly left Charlotte’s underarms, and the bound woman began to take in deep breaths to make up for the screams and pleading she had just subjected everyone’s ears to. She was doing this for her daughter, but she wasn’t convinced that having her feet and armpits tickled was anywhere near worth the pay package. If she had felt she was deathly ticklish before, Charlotte had just had a reality check and was surprised that she was still alive. The CEO asked another question about Charlotte’s knowledge of the company and began to tickle her neck. This was a godsend for Charlotte, and it was one of the few parts of her body not to be affected by the terrible condition. Satisfied with Charlotte’s answer, the CEO stopped and removed the blindfold. It took a while for her eyes to readjust but Charlotte then looked around the room and saw the CEO standing above her head, and Laura to her bottom left near her foot.
“Thank you for your co-operation, Miss Carter, I have had some very… useful insight into you and your skills during this section for your interview. I must now go and consider all the 12 applications in my office but in the meantime, Laura here will set you up for the rest of your assessment” the CEO explained. Charlotte’s eyes widened as she began to plead.
“No, please Ms Horton…. My… my daughter will be expecting me.”
“Please Miss Carter, I’m sure you are well aware that you were required to plan to be here for the whole day as it mentioned on the invitation…. Anyway, I look forwards to considering your application. Laura…”
Laura had left and re-entered the room with a bottle in her hand. She began to pour a clear liquid onto her hand and then began to spread it all across Charlotte’s bound body. First her feet, then her legs, sides, ribs and finally her armpits, eliciting some giggles from Charlotte.
“As part of the assessment, I feel it only fair that you should get to know some of the products we offer to healthcare companies so that if successful, you know what to expect. What Laura has just poured on you is our new special sensitivity lotion which has been proven to keep skin sensitive for several hours. And with that…” The CEO pressed a button on her phone and Charlotte watched as metal appendages appeared from the underside of the table. Each appendage had tips with synthetic fingers with shar nails. The CEO continued, Charlotte was too shocked to speak.
“These were developed by my team to assist in operations, but they can also be programmed for.. other purposes… The sensor above the table will control them to pinpoint precision. Now me and Laura will leave you here to get acquainted with my products. I must warn you Miss Carter, I do go through application thoroughly as please expect the assessment to last for another… say four hours. I want you to think of a business proposal during this time and if successful, we can discuss it on your first day.” The CEO finished as she placed the blindfold back onto Charlotte. Charlotte begged and pleaded for no more tickling, but it was futile. Charlotte heard two sets of shoes leave, the door shut and then silence.
There was a whirl of metal before Charlotte’s hell began once again as nails began to tease every part of her body. Charlotte tried and tried to think of something, something to prove her skills and abilities but as the nails traced along the lines of her arches and scribbled along the shaved skin of her pits, it became impossible, and she descended into madness.
Back in her penthouse office, Ms Horton switched on her monitor and smiled with glee as it displayed 12 camera feeds. Each one was identical, a woman bound to a table in nothing but her underwear, being tickle tortured by her own inventions. She sat down with her coffee and each applicant’s file. One by one she flicked through each individual feed and made notes of what she saw. The monitor showed nothing but the interviewee’s name, age and a helpless woman.
As the working day came to an end, the CEO ordered for Laura to stop each woman’s torment and release them one-by-one in the order they were interviewed. Each thanked for their time, told to get dressed and make their own way out. Ms Horton laughed as for the three specially-selected candidates, once Laura had left the room, each of them now free of their restraints began to pleasure themselves to get the orgasm they had been denied, oblivious to the audience they had.
Charlotte left the building flustered and shattered. Her sister had thankfully agreed to care for Rosie for the night so when Charlotte got home, she had a long bath and was soon fast asleep. The next morning, she woke up and dressed into a long-sleeved top and thick socks, the phantom tickles still managing to get through these cloth barriers. She checked her phone and saw an email notification from AXT Industries. She read it.
“Dear Miss Carter,
I was thoroughly impressed with your interview yesterday and how you demonstrated your skills and knowledge during our discussion. I am pleased to announce that your application was successful, and I will offer you a position on my team.
Please find the attached file for further information and instructions. Please read carefully as the advertised position has now been changed slightly to include additional duties and pay has been increased accordingly.
Kind regards,
Ms A Horton.”
Charlotte read the attached file and alongside the advertised job, it stated that she would occasionally have to participate in staff-based testing of the CEO’s new skin-related products. Charlotte had a feeling that it wouldn’t be manicures and facial massages, but her eyes shot open when she saw the pay increase from the original proposal.
She was reluctant, was it worth it if she had to go through that ticklish nightmare again, even for that pay. Her feet tingled and her armpits began to nervously sweat. She looked at her wall to the picture of her and Rosie. Then she typed her response.
Here is a shorter story set in the near-future that I have written recently as I had some free time on my hands. I still plan to add to the Summer Fair Nightmare story should I get some more time.
This story is not related and I suppose you could say focuses on some body parts more than others so may not be to everyone's liking.
Any feedback, let me know as always.
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A set of heels clicked along the street as rain drizzled down in central London. A woman paced along, determined not to be late to the interview that she had worked so hard to get. Under her umbrella she breathed in the spring air, a stark contrast to the stuffy humidity of the Tube which she had timed right on London’s morning rush hour, much to her own frustration. Freed from the cramped carriages of the London Underground, she swerved the crowds and eventually arrived at the given location – AXT Industries. She looked up, still in awe at the height of some of the new skyscrapers which had been erected over the city centre in the past decade. AXT Industries was no different, it’s recently opened Head Office spanned 24 floors of glass and steel with views of the River Thames. Admittedly to the woman, it was impressive but relatively modest compared to some of the gigantic towers that surrounded it, each filled with the minions of multi-national commercial giants.
AXT Industries was an international leader in modern healthcare with a department in pharmaceuticals, and another in robotics. It was secretive, it supplied healthcare providers across the world, but people would rarely see its logo on products. It was an investor’s favourite on the stock markets and a symbol of capitalism. It was an outlier though, the treatment of its staff was exemplary, and it pay-packages were to die for. This is what had led the woman to be stood in the rain outside of its Head Office, to even be invited to an interview at AXT Industries was basically unheard of, to pass it and get a job, near impossible. There were also two other oddities which made AXT standout in the world: it’s policy of an all-female workforce, and its reclusive CEO. Little was known about its founder and CEO despite being among one of the wealthiest people in the country, her name was listed on the company, but most people could not point her face out in a crowd of employees.
Outside, the woman was aware of the company’s reputation as she checked her phone for the last time before entering, the clock indicating that she was right on time – 10:00am 21/09/2078. She glanced at the odd good luck message that had popped up, and more importantly, the photo of her daughter, Rosie, which brightened up her lock screen. She smiled, Rosie was the reason she was doing this, the reason why she needed the job so much with a life-changing pay-packet. She took in a deep breath and entered the lobby of the tower, it was a sleek area of white marble with contrasting black furniture. She checked-in with the monotone receptionist and was told to take a seat in the waiting room. In the room, she was gazed upon by the eyes of eleven other women, each one measuring her as a competitor for the illustrious position. An enemy they had to beat for a chance of success.
The woman sat down on the final empty seat, the room silent to the point where they could hear a pin drop on the tenth floor. She looked around at the other women awaiting the interview. They were a mixture of ages, some were younger than her, some older. One girl with perfectly straight blonde hair looked like she had barely just left university, another with jet black hair was in her forties the woman had guessed. Some had business suits on, some dresses and some in shirts; one woman was even in jeans and a t-shirt, a much more casual approach. Some women glanced around nervously, clearly aware of the seriousness of the interview, others had stern looks as they silent assessed each of their competitors. As fast as she had surveyed the room, another woman entered the room. She had strawberry-blonde hair tied into a bun, a name-tag standing out on her white silk shirt – Laura. She held a clipboard in her hand and with all eyes on her, she called out a name and told the woman to follow her. Everyone watched as a redhead got up off their seat, her hair was still slightly damp from the rain as she followed Laura out of the waiting room and down a corridor. Minutes passed and another woman was called. Minutes and minutes passed as one by one, each of the candidates was called by Laura and taken away. The woman looked down at her phone again, it had been almost 70 minutes since she had arrived, her nerves finally starting to crack as the silence was finally broken by the rain intensifying on the windows. The woman looked at Rosie again on her phone, the warm smile on her photo reminding her of how important it was to keep it together and get the position for a new personal secretary to the CEO. Laura came in once again and called the eleventh woman, the young blonde. The remaining woman was now alone in the waiting room; she had been the last in and would be the last to get interviewed.
Alone, she began to think about the absurdness of the whole thing. She had submitted her CV, an archaic type of document in this day and age, and a month later, she had received a letter with the invite to the interview. Post was so rare that she had to collect it as most homes no longer had mail deliveries. To accept the offer of an interview, she had to complete and return a Non-Disclosure Agreement to ensure that she would not discuss her interview process with anybody regardless of its outcome. The woman had never known this after her many years of working in secretarial roles, and she also knew that she had neither the time nor money to fight a multinational corporation in court if she ever broke the NDA. Another oddity that she had noticed was that she hadn’t seen any of the other candidates return to the waiting room or leave through the lobby entrance. Odd, but she put it down to leaving through a different exit. Afterall, they were in a big skyscraper in central London, human trafficking was far less common around here, money laundering well that was a different story…
Ninety minutes after her arrival to the building, Laura finally returned to the waiting room and called out her name. A deep breath later, the woman had got up, straightened her black suit jacket, and followed Laura into the depths of the building. They went down a corridor and to a lift. The woman was surprised when the lift began to go down underground, not up to a penthouse CEO office as she had imagined. After a while, the lift stopped, and Laura beckoned her down another corridor. At the end was a circular room, twelve metal doors around it. It wasn’t sleek marble of the lobby, it was grey and more industrial, something that the woman would have expected at the AXT Industries warehouses, and not the Head Office. Laura beckoned the woman into one of the rooms, inside was a smaller room with a single light and two chairs. Nothing else. Laura told the woman to wait in the room, and she would be seen to soon, before leaving and going out of the woman’s sight. The woman stood in the room, slightly anxious and unsure if to take a seat or wait for the interviewer. It was silent here as well, she noticed the thicks walls and doors, it reminded her of a bank… or an asylum.
Moments later, a voice was heard from behind her at the doorway, the woman turned around to see the face of the voice. Amanda Horton, the Amanda Horton. CEO of AXT Industries, she was a face that made not seen, especially in the flesh. Amanda Horton, an extraordinary businesswoman with an unextraordinary name. She looked stern but not angry, intimidating but in a professional way. Her filled the doorway with a matching outfit of a black suit jacket and matching suit pants. The CEO greeted the woman and closed the door behind her, the room now sealed off from the circular area. Somehow it seemed even quieter, and even seedier.
“So… Candidate 12. I am Ms Horton. I am sure you are aware of my position in this company. Please take a seat on the chair, lets get straight into this then.” The CEO instructed, her hands holding a paper file.
The candidate took a seat, finally it had begun, the most important interview in her life. She noticed that the paper file was her CV, an archaic document type on actual physical paper, even more archaic. Nervously, she waited as the CEO scanned her CV.
“So, we have here a Miss Charlotte Carter. My, my, your CV says that you are 36… I must say that you don’t look a day over 30.” The CEO exclaimed.
“Urrmm… thank you Ms Horton…. I… I try to take care of myself.” Charlotte responded with red cheeks. Having 6 years knocked off her age was not how she had expected the interview to start.
“Let’s see, 5 years as a secretary at Johnson Insurance, 10 years’ service at HGN Bank, a degree in Business Administration & Finance… a standard CV no different from the other eleven I have already seen this morning. Tell me Miss Carter, or Charlotte if I may… what makes you any different to the woman I have already seen.”
Charlotte was taken aback by the abruptness, within a minute, the CEO had already shattered her hopes of getting the job. Words formed in her mouth but very few left it. Rosie, remember Rosie. Another deep breath later and she was ready with her response about how she had worked on several multi-million-pound projects and the likes.
“…. So Ms Horton, that’s why I believe I would be a perfect fit as your personal secretary…”
There was a moment of silence as the CEO made details notes with pen and paper, her face showing very little reaction to Charlotte’s response. For the good or the bad. For the next few minutes, the conversation swung back and forth with Charlotte trying her best to answer the CEO’s questions. She was asked about her experience at previous employers, her degree, her education, and previous training. The answers flowed out of her mouth with apparent confidence, although deep down, Charlotte was beginning to feel that Ms Horton was viewing her as another corporate minion no different to the rest who swarmed the city every day. Charlotte listened and then she responded but something bugged her, she just felt odd. The room. The room seemed off, all of this just for two chairs.
“Is something bothering you Miss Carter? You seem slightly distracted.”
“No…. urmm no Ms Horton… I’m fine, please continue.”
“Oh, well let’s be straight… if you are to work for me, I think we need to have a bit of honesty between us. Would you not agree?”
“I apologise Ms Horton, you’re right, I am a bit distracted, I must say it is the room we are in. It’s not where I expected to be interviewed.” Charlotte took the hint that no lie was getting past the CEO.
“I see, well thank you for your honesty, Charlotte. I do see why it must feel strange but to get a position in my prestigious company, I expect employees, present and future, to be able to deal with any situation…. So… Tell me Miss Carter, tell me how much this job would really mean to you?”
Charlotte began to feel a bit of unease about the whole situation, maybe she should have just stayed with her sleezy old manager. Her mouth opened once more and she began to explain about how she was a single mother and how see needed the position to support the most precious thing in her life, Rosie. If the CEO was moved by the speech, Charlotte hadn’t seen it.
“Very well, Charlotte. I can see how this position would help you and Rosie… Generous wages are a perk of working for myself… but tell me, if you do need this job, just how willing would you be to prove that you can handle any situation?”
“I will… I can… I’ll do anything to show you my commitment to the position and my ability to cope with tasks.” Charlotte tried to convince the CEO.
Charlotte had expected Ms Horton to give her some problem-solving tasks or make her plan out an event which could be held in the odd room. What she did not expect was for the CEO to press a button on the wall. Charlotte watched with a mixture of shock and awe as the floor in the centre of the room opened and something from a horror film rose up. A padded table now filled the centre of the previously near-empty room as the floor once again closed around it. The shock and awe soon became fear as Charlotte began to look at the table more. Its black metal frame was warmed by soft white padding across its top. Any warmth was soon cooled by the sight of padded wrist cuffs at the top corners of the table, and an odd-looking frame with holes at each bottom corners that Charlotte couldn’t work out the purpose of. Before any word could even form in her mouth, the CEO broke the silence.
“Now, lets move onto the next stage of the interview Miss Carter. You said you’d do anything, now I need you to demonstrate this. I need to you remove your clothes down to your underwear.” Ms Horton instructed, without an ounce of hesitation in her voice.
“I…. urmmm… excuse me?.... Urmmm this is a job interview…. I”
“A job interview for a healthcare company you must remember. Skin is a vital component of our works. Now Miss Carter, please follow my instructions promptly, I have a business to run. You said that you’d demonstrate your commitment, well at the moment you are the only interview candidate who is yet to follow instructions. It wouldn’t look good if you were the only one not to follow orders… Oh and before you even say anything, don’t worry I am not evil, I can confirm that you will not be hurt during this interview. Your NDA has been submitted to the Corporate Regulator so they will support you if anything every happened. Trust me, I’ve already been asked that 11 times today.”
Charlotte wasn’t sure if it was in fear of the CEO, or in determination to get the job, but eventually she swallowed any pride she had and began to strip. First was the jacket, then the heels, and the skirt. Reluctantly, she began to unbutton her white blouse and roll down her tights. Charlotte stood there in front of one of the most powerful women in the country in just her black silk bra and pants. Her burning red face contrasted to the rest of her skin as the CEO watched her show her ‘commitment’. Charlotte had always worn a pair of thin socks under her tights, a strange habit, and these remained on her feet to save the last shred of dignity she may have had.
“Thank you for the cooperation, I must say, your undergarments are not as modest as your personality. Now… I need you to get onto the table, if you may.”
She looked at the table, wondering what she was getting herself into. Whilst her brain was identifying a million red flags about the whole thing, something made her feel that the CEO really wouldn’t hurt her. Hesitantly she sat on the edge of the table with her feet dangling off the side. The CEO only smiled and walked up to her.
“All the way Miss Carter, I can assure you that it is more comfortable than it looks.”
She lay down on her back, her eyes now flicking between the CEO and the ceiling above her. The CEO pressed another button and within seconds, Laura re-entered the room and began to fix Charlotte to the table like an expert. First, she gently guided Charlotte’s ankles into each corner before locking them into the stock frames in each corner. Charlotte then felt Laura’s hand on her foot, but the CEO told Laura to move on. Instead, Laura went to the top of the table and guided each of Charlotte’s wrists above her head and into the cuffs in each corner. Charlotte felt helpless, she was tied up with four eyes on her – maybe she was wrong, maybe the CEO was about to do something sadistic. Any nerves from the start of the interview were multiplied ten-fold when the CEO then grabbed a blindfold from below the table and gently placed it over Charlotte’s eyes.
“There, please relax Miss Carter, thank you for showing your commitment to orders. Now, let’s continue with the next part of your interview… so please can you tell me about your strengths and how they will help with the job?”
Charlotte, completely bewildered by what she had gotten herself into, began to talk about her IT ability, her ability to work in high-stress environments, and organisational skills. As she blurted out buzzword after buzzword, she froze as she felt Ms Horton’s cold hands touch her socked feet. Next, she felt her left sock beginning removed, followed by her right sock.
“Please continue Charlotte, I am merely preparing you for the next stage of the interview. ” The CEO instructed. As Charlotte continued to discuss her strengths, she next felt the cold hands gently guide her feet before feeling soft silk being guided between each of her toes. By the time she had finished her answer, her feet were immobile, held taunt but not painfully in place. She had no idea where this interview was going, maybe she should have ran out of the building.
Thank you for your answer… Now we have had your strengths Miss Carter… now what about your weaknesses?”
Charlotte thought for one moment about her honest answer. What should have been an answer coming out of her mouth was instead a gasp. A gasp caused by something that sent a shiver down her spine. This something was the feeling of sharp nails slowly tracing across her arches. Charlotte didn’t yet know if this was an accident or a deliberate action, but it was dreadful. She knew she was deathly ticklish, a fact well exploited by boyfriends and family members of her past. Only a month ago, her sister had teased her at a family gathering by poking her sides. Charlotte managed to escape that, here in this interview, she couldn’t find any way to escape. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no! Oh god.
Charlotte tried to pass it off as an accident, maybe just Ms Horton’s test to made sure she hadn’t fallen asleep under the blindfold. Surely it would stop now, and this bizarre interview would continue, or so she thought. The interview did continue, but so did the jolts of ticklish sensations on her feet. What should have been a professional answer to the question was now a series of grunts and huffs as the bound woman tied her best not to give into her ticklishness.
“I must say Miss Carter, your feet are immaculate. Such wonderfully high arches. I’m impressed that you have time to paint your toenails whilst looking after your daughter…. Now, I am still waiting for the answer to my question… What are your weaknesses?” the CEO stated. Charlotte couldn’t respond, she knew the minute she opened her mouth to try, only laughter would fill the air.
“Arhhh….Arrgh…. My…. My…. My main weakness is….. EEEKKKK HAHAHAHAHA”
Charlotte couldn’t finish her sentence as the CEO’s nails now intensified their assault on her soles. What had started off as light tracing of her arches as now faster scribbling of her both of her soles. The nails started at her heels, spidered their way up her arches and then tapped at the pads beneath her toes. She had prided herself on professionalism in her previous jobs but now, somewhere underground, Charlotte Carter was slowly turning into a heap of giggles.
“Well… well… that wasn’t the answer I was expecting. Usually it is something along the lines of ‘I can never say no’ or ‘I struggle with organisation’ not ‘HAHA’” Ms Horton teasingly mocked, her nails not relenting.
After securing Charlotte, Laura had been made to wait in the corner of the room where she had a view of the whole event as she had done 11 times before. She cringed at the sight of her boss starting the tickling on Charlotte’s foot as her eyes followed her boss’ manicured nails down the taunt skin………. There was something however, Laura couldn’t help but love the sight of this professional businesswoman now squirming and giggling like a child just because of a few touches. She won’t last long, she will break before the others did.
“Hahahaha hehehe… wait.. WAIT.. please just stop it… I will answer”
“I believe I have my answer Miss Carter, maybe something along the lines of your weakness being that you’re very ticklish? Would you agree?”
“No Ms… please, it just caught me off guard” Charlotte lied, she knew that. She was relieved as the nails now stopped their assault.
“Really? So then Miss Carter, let us continue our interview, if you aren’t that ticklish then there won’t be any more distractions for you. So then, please can you give me an example of a time you worked under pressure” The CEO continued.
Charlotte had expected the dreadful sensations to begin again but was relieved when she could open her mouth and begin to give her answer. The nightmare is over, thank God. Charlotte’s relief was short-lived as halfway through her answer, the nails once again targeted her feet and began to tease the soft skin in between her tied toes. She didn’t finish her answer. Giggles once again filled the room as she did all she could to try and get her feet out of the corner stocks. Her laughter continued to rise as the CEO changed her tactics and would tickle one foot’s toes, whilst scribbling her nails over the other foot’s arch. This mixture of sensations through her off guard as the CEO continued to ask questions, even if Charlotte’s answer was only a squeal.
The tickling of her bare feet continued for what Charlotte felt was an eternity as Ms Horton continued. Charlotte was once again relieved as the sensations stopped, and she felt the nails slowly trace up her legs. She endured a few questions worth of tickling on her kneecaps and thighs as the CEO’s nails dug in. Charlotte could almost have felt proud of her answers to these questions, they were certainly more coherent compared to those when her feet were the target. She took that as a win anyway. Laura continued to watch in the corner, the manicured fingers kneading bare knees and squeezing the bound woman’s soft thighs. Laura noticed that there was barely a hair on the woman at all, the CEO would certainly like that she thought.
The process continued and Charlotte once again began squirming as the fingers now found their way up to her vulnerable torso. When her sister had poked her side last month, it was only a single poke. With each question that the CEO asked, Charlotte now felt what seemed like one hundred pokes of her sides and no matter how much she tried to shift to one side to escape a poke, the fingers of the other hand was eagerly awaiting her other side to dig into. It was safe to say that her answers in this section of the interview were slowly starting to decline once again, although she would happily take this over her feet any day of the week.
Finally, the tickling stopped again, and her torso was spared more torment. What should have been relief was dread. Charlotte was a clever woman, she had worked out the CEO’s pattern and that those devilish fingers were getting further and further up her body. Her suspicions were realised as she heard the CEO now move and stand at the end of the table above her head, and moments later, she felt those sharp talons slowly tease her biceps. Charlotte’s weakness was tickling, her feet were ticklish hell, her underarms were the ticklish abyss.
“So Miss Carter, for my next question, please can you give me an example of a time when you had to discipline a staff member”
“NO NO NO NO NO!... Please, please stop the interview, not there.. please”
The CEO did not answer, instead she eagerly awaited Charlotte’s answer, be it laughter or actual words. The CEO teased the woman’s biceps by making several trips up and down the skin held taunt above Charlotte’s head. It drove Charlotte mad as she blabbered on about a time in her previous job. Just as Charlotte was about to explain how she punished one of her workers at an old employer, she felt the talons dive in and begin to scribble aimlessly across the skin of her armpits. She screamed. The CEO smiled. Laura was almost certain that other people in the building would have heard it.
“AHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO” Charlotte screamed. Once again, the CEO provided no response, her nails only continuing their work as she awaited the interviewee’s answer.
“My, my Miss Carter, these underarms of yours are rather moist. Wonderfully soft and smooth, but damp none the less. Please continue with my question…” the CEO teased. Charlotte was mortified, already bound to a table in nothing but her underwear, laughing and begging for the tickling to stop, to hear one of the country’s most powerful women now tell her she was sweating, was another hammer blow to her dignity.
“No, please… hahahahahaha…. I’m sorry Ms Horton hahahahahaha… It was just the Tube… hahaha… and my jacket was quite warm… pleeassse stop oh my…. I’m not normally sweaty.” Charlotte’s response did nothing to finish her answer to the question, she just wanted to try and save some of her appearance.
“Oh now, now dear… I think that’s a lie…. It’s ok, you’re not the first woman with a bit of sweat on their pits I have seen in nearly 30 years in the healthcare industry, and you won’t be the last… but please keep on laughing, I do love to tickle a soft, moist armpit… Now, back to the question.”
Charlotte couldn’t answer, her laughter continued to intensify as the CEO’s nails wiggled around on the exposed skin of her underarms. Charlotte hated underarms, not for any particular reason, but years of being crammed into subway carriages in hot summers had, she had seen her fair share. She hated them and yet only that morning she had shaved her body, now she was very much regretting that decision as the hairless skin offered no protection to the CEO’s torment. The CEO continued to tickle her and ask questions about her skills and past employment. Charlotte didn’t answer any of them, she barely even heard what was said as she sank further and further into her ticklish hell. Laura watched on in the corner as the CEO went from fast scribbling of the woman’s pits to slow tracing of her nails along the underarm creases, and back to scribbles. Laura took note of Charlotte’s glistening skin, and she knew how much her boss would be loving the feeling of the warm, moist skin under her fingers. Laura was just glad it wasn’t her tied to that table.
After many failed answers to questions, the CEO’s nails reluctantly left Charlotte’s underarms, and the bound woman began to take in deep breaths to make up for the screams and pleading she had just subjected everyone’s ears to. She was doing this for her daughter, but she wasn’t convinced that having her feet and armpits tickled was anywhere near worth the pay package. If she had felt she was deathly ticklish before, Charlotte had just had a reality check and was surprised that she was still alive. The CEO asked another question about Charlotte’s knowledge of the company and began to tickle her neck. This was a godsend for Charlotte, and it was one of the few parts of her body not to be affected by the terrible condition. Satisfied with Charlotte’s answer, the CEO stopped and removed the blindfold. It took a while for her eyes to readjust but Charlotte then looked around the room and saw the CEO standing above her head, and Laura to her bottom left near her foot.
“Thank you for your co-operation, Miss Carter, I have had some very… useful insight into you and your skills during this section for your interview. I must now go and consider all the 12 applications in my office but in the meantime, Laura here will set you up for the rest of your assessment” the CEO explained. Charlotte’s eyes widened as she began to plead.
“No, please Ms Horton…. My… my daughter will be expecting me.”
“Please Miss Carter, I’m sure you are well aware that you were required to plan to be here for the whole day as it mentioned on the invitation…. Anyway, I look forwards to considering your application. Laura…”
Laura had left and re-entered the room with a bottle in her hand. She began to pour a clear liquid onto her hand and then began to spread it all across Charlotte’s bound body. First her feet, then her legs, sides, ribs and finally her armpits, eliciting some giggles from Charlotte.
“As part of the assessment, I feel it only fair that you should get to know some of the products we offer to healthcare companies so that if successful, you know what to expect. What Laura has just poured on you is our new special sensitivity lotion which has been proven to keep skin sensitive for several hours. And with that…” The CEO pressed a button on her phone and Charlotte watched as metal appendages appeared from the underside of the table. Each appendage had tips with synthetic fingers with shar nails. The CEO continued, Charlotte was too shocked to speak.
“These were developed by my team to assist in operations, but they can also be programmed for.. other purposes… The sensor above the table will control them to pinpoint precision. Now me and Laura will leave you here to get acquainted with my products. I must warn you Miss Carter, I do go through application thoroughly as please expect the assessment to last for another… say four hours. I want you to think of a business proposal during this time and if successful, we can discuss it on your first day.” The CEO finished as she placed the blindfold back onto Charlotte. Charlotte begged and pleaded for no more tickling, but it was futile. Charlotte heard two sets of shoes leave, the door shut and then silence.
There was a whirl of metal before Charlotte’s hell began once again as nails began to tease every part of her body. Charlotte tried and tried to think of something, something to prove her skills and abilities but as the nails traced along the lines of her arches and scribbled along the shaved skin of her pits, it became impossible, and she descended into madness.
Back in her penthouse office, Ms Horton switched on her monitor and smiled with glee as it displayed 12 camera feeds. Each one was identical, a woman bound to a table in nothing but her underwear, being tickle tortured by her own inventions. She sat down with her coffee and each applicant’s file. One by one she flicked through each individual feed and made notes of what she saw. The monitor showed nothing but the interviewee’s name, age and a helpless woman.
- Feed 1: Megan Donaldson, 25. The CEO watched as a redhead squirmed around and screamed as her feet were the main target of the fingers. “She has potential”
- Feed 2: Sally Hearn, 30. A women giggled as fingers kneaded into her sides and twirled in her bellybutton. “Eh, maybe but not a big reaction”
- Feed 3: Joanna Thompson, 39. A woman grunted and puffed as she tried all she could to resist the urge to laugh. “I like her fight, but not sensitive enough”
- Feed 4: Katherine Holmes, 42. A woman giggled as the limbs tickled her. “Disappointing, she was experienced, but clearly no fun”
- Feed 5. Harriet Hicks, 47. The woman giggled and squirmed as nails scribbled across her wrinkled feet, the stocks not budging. “Ticklish, but not that ticklish…”
- Feed 6: Carly Hatton, 32. The brunette begged for the tickling to stop as her mascara ran down her checks. “Ah, some confident in her interview, clearly can handle some foot tickling.
- Feed 7: Sarah Johnson, 42. An attractive brunette screamed and pleaded as fingers dug into her toes and scribbled on her armpits. “Sweaty with an ever so slight amount of stubble, she’s a contender.
- Feed 8: Maggie Chen, 29. The woman cried as her ribs were kneaded, and her hips were dug into by the metal limbs. “Seems to emotion, laughter yes, crying... I can’t have that”
- Feed 9: Danielle Desmond, 30. The sweating black-haired woman wriggled around on the table pleading for anyone to listen to her and for the tickling to stop. “I like her begging”
- Feed 10: Hannah Rowland, 28. A dark blond screamed as the robots targeted her taunt soles and her thighs. “She shouldn’t have mentioned that pedicure, poor girl”
- Feed 11: Maya Hicks, 23. The young blond screamed in her red underwear as robots tickled her sweat-drenched body, particularly her smooth armpits. “Interesting, she has potential.
- Feed 12: Charlotte Carter, 36. The CEO took in a deep breath and smiled at the sight and sounds from the monitor. Charlotte thrashed around on her table, her body now drenched in more sweat. He pleading only fuelled the CEO’s enjoyment on as she watched the nails slowly trace along the crease lines of Charlotte’s pits and torment every inch of her toe-tied soles. “Squirm all you want Miss Carter, you’re not getting out of those cuffs”
As the working day came to an end, the CEO ordered for Laura to stop each woman’s torment and release them one-by-one in the order they were interviewed. Each thanked for their time, told to get dressed and make their own way out. Ms Horton laughed as for the three specially-selected candidates, once Laura had left the room, each of them now free of their restraints began to pleasure themselves to get the orgasm they had been denied, oblivious to the audience they had.
Charlotte left the building flustered and shattered. Her sister had thankfully agreed to care for Rosie for the night so when Charlotte got home, she had a long bath and was soon fast asleep. The next morning, she woke up and dressed into a long-sleeved top and thick socks, the phantom tickles still managing to get through these cloth barriers. She checked her phone and saw an email notification from AXT Industries. She read it.
“Dear Miss Carter,
I was thoroughly impressed with your interview yesterday and how you demonstrated your skills and knowledge during our discussion. I am pleased to announce that your application was successful, and I will offer you a position on my team.
Please find the attached file for further information and instructions. Please read carefully as the advertised position has now been changed slightly to include additional duties and pay has been increased accordingly.
Kind regards,
Ms A Horton.”
Charlotte read the attached file and alongside the advertised job, it stated that she would occasionally have to participate in staff-based testing of the CEO’s new skin-related products. Charlotte had a feeling that it wouldn’t be manicures and facial massages, but her eyes shot open when she saw the pay increase from the original proposal.
She was reluctant, was it worth it if she had to go through that ticklish nightmare again, even for that pay. Her feet tingled and her armpits began to nervously sweat. She looked at her wall to the picture of her and Rosie. Then she typed her response.
