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This is my latest commision. Please let me know what you think!
Also if you'd like a custom made commission staring whoever you would like about any foot or tickling scenario you can imagine please hit me up, I'd love to write one for you!
Heather stomped angrily through the airport. She swore for the hundredth time today she was going to get a new agent. Sure, she didn’t read every jot and tittle of the contract, but when her agent said the contract for the film was completely standard, she certainly didn’t take that they could demand that she show up for reshoots with next to no notice or large parts of the pay structure would be null and void. “Maybe my next agent will understand things like this better,” she said under her breath.
“Ma’am?” her personal assistant said in an out-of-breath voice, her shorter legs struggling to keep up with Heather’s long thin legs.
“Nothing Marge, I’m just fed up with how today has turned out. We get called yesterday with a demand to show up in Atlanta today, because “You Know Who” deemed this was the ONLY day he could possibly make it in to do his amazing five whole minutes of acting. Never mind we are reshooting the whole thing because he was too drunk the first time for the editor to be able to save the scene.” The male star of the movie had made this whole movie a nightmare and the unorthodox contract had made it even worse.
“I know Ma’am, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry about wardrobe.” Marge said meekly.
Heather tried to keep the scowl off her face about that. She had changed out of her sneakers and her shorts and t-shirt to get into her costume. A thick winter getup with heavy boots for the Christmas Rom-Com she was shooting in. When she had got back to her dressing room all her clothes had already been packed up and brought to the airport as shooting had run late and it was going to be close to a miracle to make it in time. She was able to find a shirt and shorts that fit but all the shoes lying about were too small for long slender feet. So, she was stuck wearing these boots that she had been in all day, in August in the hottest part of summer, in the 95-degree humid heat. She grimaced as she took another step and felt the sock squish against her foot. She could not wait to get onto the plane and grab her sneakers out of her carry-on her other assistant promised he had stored in her carry-on.
She would have a couple of drinks, take a nap, and maybe watch a movie. She was looking forward to the peace and tranquility of the upcoming flight.
Heather and Marge made their way very quickly through Hartsfield-Jackson airport. They followed in the hole her bodyguard Kenneth made. People quickly moved when they saw the 6 foot 6-inch barrel chested man heading quickly towards them. They finally made it to the gate with a few minutes to spare.
Heather was extremely relieved, but she had to go the bathroom very, very, badly and she could not wait to get on the plane. The bathroom was right near the loading gate so she said “You two go ahead and get our seats. Marge get my sneakers ready, I HAVE to get out of these damned boots. My feet are absolutely soaked and are killing me!”
“I’ll wait right here.” Kenneth said. Posting himself by the bathroom door.
“No.” Heather said. “If someone has our seats Marge is too scared to ask them to move as is Kathy who is already on board. I need you to take care of things and make sure everything is ready for me. I am at my breaking point and will end up going off on someone if anything else goes wrong today.”
Reluctantly Kenneth followed Marge through the gate.
Heather dashed into the bathroom and took care of business. As she stood up, she had a terrible realization. Marge had her ticket, she had slipped her ticket into her pocket without her knowing it earlier, as her hand-me-down shorts had no pockets.
In a panic, she pulled out her phone. Her hands had started to sweat, and as she tried to call Kenneth the phone slipped out of her hand. She made a desperate grab for it but she ever so slightly missed and it plunged into the toilet.
“NOOOO!” she yelled. She quickly grabbed it but the cell phone’s screen blinked out the second she brought it up to look at it. She repeatedly hit the power button, but it remained blank.
“Damn it!!!!!” Heather said in frustration and exasperation. This was her only means of communication!
She ran out to the gate to explain the situation. The lady frowned and said she absolutely could not go out to the plane without a ticket. Heather was frantic. It was nearly takeoff time. She wished she had let Kenneth stay with her.
She asked if she could use the landline phone to call Marge or Kenneth. As she picked up the phone she realized all her numbers were saved on her phone. She didn’t know a single one of them by heart. As she put the phone down the gate attendant announced that boarding was over. She stood there with tears in her eyes and watched from the window as the plane Taxied down the runway and took off.
She had been accidentally left behind on a field trip and felt the same way she did then watching the bus drive away. The difference was that the bus turned around after a few minutes and retrieved her. This plane wouldn’t do the same.
Heather decided she could play this two ways. One was the sweet-hearted girl who everyone loved to watch in her movies or two was a mean-hearted entitled celebrity bitch. The smart play was probably the former but she was so fed up she went with the latter.
She stormed up to the information booth and pulled every cliché’ she could think of out. “Do you know who I am?” “I’ll have your job!” She even somehow managed to pull a “You’ll never work in this town again.” This last remark just got her a raised eyebrow from the lady at the information booth.
Finally, the help desk worker said that the only thing that was available today going to Los Angeles was in thirty minutes, and was in coach. It was completely full otherwise. Otherwise, she had to somehow wait until tomorrow, with no wallet, no ID, and no way to contact anyone aside from calling the one number she knew, her old home phone number, and she hadn’t talked to her parents in years so that wasn’t a possibility.
She went directly to the gate and waited. She sat down in a seat and lowered her head as to avoid gathering attention. She got some looks but not as many as she usually got with her entourage. She hoped she could just fly under the radar without being noticed and get some. She would burn these damn boots in her fireplace when she got home.
She was not used to having to wait until last to board. “First World problems” she mused, then she corrected herself “First Class problems”. Finally, she was allowed to board with the rest of her coach passengers.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being among the everyday people, just for one flight. She looked around and saw it was going to indeed be a fully packed flight and there was a diverse mix of passengers. She was jostled from behind and took an involuntary step forward. She hit someone hard.
The girl she hit took a big step forward hit a seat with her hip “Ouch! Damn it!” she cried. She whirled around and said, “What the hell lady!?”
“I was pushed into you I couldn’t help it!” Heather said.
The girl stood there glaring back at her with her fists balled her eyes blazing. Heather saw she was exceptionally pretty despite her angry face. She had long blonde hair similar to Heather's. She was wearing a sorority shirt. She was also very fit like Heather. She was much younger than Heather and Heather wondered if she’d retain her figure like she did when she reached her age.
A red-haired stewardess with a name badge reading Savannah approached and said “Jessica, is everything ok?”
“Yea everything is fine, this lady just tried to kill me.” Jessica said looking menacingly at Heather.
Heather had no urge to get into a fight with this girl, especially one who obviously knew the stewardess, so she just swallowed her pride and said. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to, I apologize.”
Jessica looked at her and a look of recognition came to her face without clearing the anger from it. She replied. “Yea, no hard feelings.” but it didn’t take a genius to see that was far from true.
Jessica and the stewardess began talking. It was immediately obvious from the body language that they were very close. They looked to be very close in age, as the redhead couldn’t be very much older. Heather wondered if they went to school together and this was her first job after graduation.
Heather kept going to her seat. She sat down in the aisle seat. She was very thankful for at least that small luxury. Heather was fairly tall for a female and she could use the extra legroom this seat provided.
As luck would have it, sorority girl was her neighbor. Heather was assigned the aisle seat and the girl beside her was assigned the seat beside it.
Jessica sighed “I was hoping this seat would be empty, would you please just switch with me? I’m tall so I need extra legroom.”
Heather may have been willing to apologize even when she wasn’t in the wrong, but after her day she wasn’t just giving up the better seat. Also, this girl was obviously shorter than Heather by a couple of inches at least.
“I’m sorry, but no, not after the day I’ve had,” Heather stated hoping that the girl wouldn’t keep pushing as Heather had already made up her mind.
“Fine,” Jessica said and slid past Heather making sure to invade as much of her space as possible. Then purposefully looking away from her and muttering under her breath as she sat down.
The two women tried to ignore each other as much as possible as the pre-flight announcements were made.
Finally, they were taxing down the runway and then airborne.
She tried to ignore her feet but she realized she had to get these boots off! Her feet were sore from being in them for so long but worse than that they were soaked in sweat from wearing the winter-style boots and thick socks in the humid Atlanta weather.
If it had been any other situation and Heather wasn’t in such a bad mood she may have just endured the boots for the 4.5-hour flight back to LA, but after the hell she had gone through today she deserved a brief respite. She needed to free her feet from these modern-day torture devices. She tried to be nonchalant in removing her boot, but these weren’t sneakers she could just kick off with her feet. She bent down and begin unzipping the heavy brown boots. She noticed several people looking over at her. She noticed the sorority girl beside her look down then at Heather with a smirk on her face.
“Who cares?” She thought angrily. She quickly tugged both boots off. The feel of cool air on her wet socks was heavenly. Unhappily, she noticed the smell immediately. Heather had always had problems with her feet. Her feet tended to sweat more than the normal person.
She quickly placed her shoes under her seat and shoved her socked feet as far under the seat in front of her as they would go.
Not having her phone to look at Heather grabbed a magazine in front of her and tried to ignore her surroundings. She couldn’t help but look around occasionally though. The middle-aged woman in the aisle across from her was wrinkling her nose.
She heard two girls from somewhere behind her whispering to each other. She tried to zone them out but she couldn’t help but hear the words “stinky feet”. At first Heather felt embarrassed, but that turned to anger. She had just had the day from hell, these girls and the rest of the passengers would just have to deal with her feet for a little while. She just couldn’t imagine shoving her poor feet back into those hot boots.
After a few minutes. The girl beside her stood up and scooted past her and walked towards the bathroom. She saw was about to go back to her magazine when she noticed the young blonde didn’t turn into the bathroom but was talking to the young stewardess.
This didn’t seem unusual as she could tell from their banter before the flight these two girls knew each other. What Heather didn’t like was the scowl on the blonde’s face. She also didn’t like the fact that they both kept glancing in her direction as they talked.
Rage boiled in Heather. How dare these young girls talk about her. She was used to people looking at her, you got used to it as a celebrity, but these girls didn’t appear to be talking about roles they liked her in.
After a few moments, the two girls started walking back toward Heather with the stewardess in lead. The other girl, Jessica, Heather thought she caught her name, walking behind her with a smug look on her face.
The stewardess walked over and leaned over towards Heather. Her long red hair was tied back in a ponytail. She offered Heather a pleasant smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Hello ma’am, I really hate to ask this, but could you please put your shoes back on?” Savannah quietly asked. “I really do hate to ask this, but we would truly appreciate it.”
Normally Heather would have acquiesced. She would have put her boots back on and even have apologized, even now she could still clearly smell her socked feet from under the seat in front of her, but after the day she had endured her anger got the better of her and she felt her anger begin to boil over.
“Listen to me, you probably don’t know who I am so I am going to make this really easy on you. You are going to turn around and go back to do whatever it is you do. I’m Heather Graham, a famous actress, and I won’t be talked to like that by a stewardess!”
Her voice had started off softly but her voice had risen steadily until she was almost yelling at the end. She had caught the attention of everyone in the coach section of the plane. She realized how condescending and arrogant she had sounded but just like anyone, she had a breaking point and she had reached and exceeded it.
Savannah's polite smile faded and was replaced by a more stern countenance. “Ma’am, I understand you are upset, but for the sake of the rest of the passengers I am going to have to ask you to please put your shoes back on your feet.”
Heather saw that some passengers were looking in shock at Heather, obviously recognizing her, while others were scowling and some were shaking their heads at the middle-aged woman causing a scene.
“Heather starred daggers at the young woman and replied, “Make me.”
Just then Heather was startled to feel a strong hand on her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder to see a very large man with cool blue eyes and dark hair.
Miss, you have just refused an order from an airline employee mid-flight. I’m a sky marshal and I’m placing you under temporary arrest until we land.
Heather was stunned. She was being arrested? Usually, Kenneth and her assistants would have straightened this out instantly. Kenneth was retired law enforcement and knew how to handle this, but this was completely out of her wheelhouse. She knew she should be compliant at this point, but she hadn’t been treated like this.
“I don’t care who you are. You can’t force me against my wishes, to wear something I refuse to!” Heather said.
She saw that the looks of the previously shocked passengers had darkened considerably. They were obviously starting to come to the conclusion that this celebrity had an attitude problem.
Heather started to stand up. She was going to go talk to the captain. She wouldn’t be treated like this. In an instant, she felt herself forced back down. She felt a strap go over one forearm then another then they were quickly secured to the armrests.
“Ma’am you have now refused a lawful request by a law enforcement agent on a federal flight and resisted arrest. I am placing you under increased restriction.” The agent said.
Savannah looked to the agent and said. “I guess I should tell the captain we have to return to Hartsfield airport.”
“Oh no, our trip!” The girl behind her said.
Other passengers that overheard the exchange began complaining as well.
“I will miss my son’s wedding!”
“I have tickets to the game!”
“I’m on leave I just have two days to see my family!”
The agent glanced around the plane and said. “Please calm down everyone. We can handle this two ways. We can return to the airport if you feel like you are in danger, but if you feel like you are safe and that we can handle this situation I can restrain the lady until we reach our destination and you can arrive on time. Can I please see a show of hands of anyone that feels in danger and wants us to return?”
No hands were raised by the obviously upset passengers.
Heather was beside herself. She was now strapped to an airplane seat and it had just been decided with no input by her that she would stay this way for the next four hours the trip would take, She tugged at her restraints but her arms were very securely trapped by the flat chord straps. They were clearly made for just such an eventuality. They fit perfectly around her arm and the armrest and offered no give at all.
Savannah said to the agent, “She is correct, we can’t make her put on or take off any clothes. The airline was sued and lost a huge case when we tried to make a lady remove her burka. We have a zero-tolerance policy on that. But it is unfair to force the other passengers to just endure this.”
The agent said, “I am giving you permission to sanitize her for the good of the other passengers.”
“Sanitize me!?” Heather said flabbergasted. “What in the hell does that mean!?”
She saw the young stewardess lean over and whisper something to the young sorority girl in the aisle seat’s ear She quickly got up and stepped out of the way. The stewardess leaned over heathers lap and before she knew what was happening she felt her legs forcefully pulled out from the seat in front of her. Her right leg was forced through the space in between the aisle seat and the middle seat onto the armrests in front of her. Her left leg was quickly placed to the to the other side of the seat on that armrest. With surprising deftness, the agent secured her legs onto them in the same manner as her arms.
“What! No, stop!” Heather yelled. Looking at her newly trapped feet socked feet wiggling helplessly in front of her.
Ignoring her pleas Savannah said to the marshal, “I’ll get the cleaning supplies.”
Jessica stood in the aisle beaming at Heather. “Uh Oh, looks like someone is in trouble!” she said in a sing-song voice.
Heather continued to struggle, trying to move her legs or arms off the armrests they were affixed to. She was a mix of anger and confusion, but a new emotion was coming into the fray. This was fear.
In just a couple of minutes Savannah returned with two buckets full of soapy water and another stewardess, she was the same age as Savannah and also new to the airline. She was very short with curly shoulder-length hair and chocolate brown skin, her name was Samantha her badge read.
Heather heard them in mid-conversation as they approached her. “We will have to make do with what we have,” Savannah said. “We were supposed to have an assortment of rags we could use, but there was an oversight and the pantry is empty aside from the hot towels for first-class and we aren’t going to waste those of course.”
When heather saw the buckets of soapy water she had come to the conclusion that they were going to wash her socks. She thought this whole situation was ridiculous, but she was relieved that this was the consequence of her outburst but then Heather saw something that caused her confusion and fear to rise and her anger begin to slip. Sam was holding two toothbrushes in her hands.
The other people in the row in front of her had cleared out of their seats as they didn’t want to be near the sweat-soaked feet trapped on the armrests and were finding their wat to the few empty seats from passengers that didn't show up.
The sky marshal said “there can’t be this many people in an aisle according to guidelines. I am required by law to sit in the very back so I can monitor the entire plane. I will be monitoring the whole situation. If you need me please come get me and made his way quickly back to his seat in the back.
Savannah scooted into the seat in between her trapped feet and Sam stood in the aisle. In unison, they tugged off her thick white socks revealing her drenched feet.
The smell which was strong before became much worse at this.
Heather blushed with embarrassment as she saw the girls in the aisles wrinkle their noses and heard one of the stewardesses cough.
Her long toes were painted blue and her feet were freshly pedicured. They were obviously very well taken care of despite the current smell.
The stewardesses handled the socks like they were radioactive. Only touching as little of the wet fabric as possible. Sam grabbed the sock from Savannah and then reached under the seat and pulled out Heather’s boots and deposited them into one.
Heather was now very confused. She was convinced that they were going to douse her odorous footwear in the buckets, but they were now out of the picture. Her confusion turned to unbridled panic. The soap and water and brushes were meant for her feet!
Heather HATED having her feet touched. Her feet were well taken care of only because she had gone through a dozen pedicurists until she found one that could administer one that didn’t have her screaming laughter. Even with the lady that knew how to administer the perfect amount of pressure left her clawing at the armrests begging for time to speed up and let her be done. She had her appointment done at home as she absolutely could not stand for anyone to see her being helpless and laughing.
Heather saw the next few seconds in slow motion. She saw the two young girls dip their brushes into the buckets and then begin to lower them towards her feet. Heather began to beg. She wasn’t sure what she was saying, but she knew she was apologizing and promising to do whatever she was told, if they would please, please not touch her feet. The stewardesses stopped their brushes movements toward her feet for just a second. Heather had s glimmer of hope before she saw Sam’s face go from an indifferent expression to a Cheshire cat grin. Savannah and Sam moved forward again with their soapy brushes and Heather was plunged into hell.
***
The two young stewardesses began with the heels which in Savannah’s personal experience is very rarely ticklish. Savannah had somewhat ticklish feet herself, but tickling on the heel would cause her to twitch at the very worst, but as soon as the brushes touched her tender heels they could see the muscles in her toned leg tense and she tried in vain to pull her feet away from the unwanted sensation. Savannah and Sam quickly scrubbed the brushes on her heels and they heard her begging start to be interrupted by involuntary giggles.
They slowly worked their way up making sure not to miss a millimeter of exposed flesh. As they went higher on the foot the giggling turned into laughter. Somewhere between the heel and the arch, Heather’s ability to speak was completely robbed from her. All she could get out was a steady stream of unwanted laughter.
Sam and Savannah took turns dipping their brushes into the buckets, making sure that at least one brush was always in contact with one of Heather’s soles at all times so she never had a break. Savannah was really enjoying this. This lady, whether she was a celebrity or not was clearly entitled and needed to be brought down a peg. Savannah thought the punishment was only going to be having to have her feet cleaned in front of a plane full of people, but the fact that she was apparently deathly ticklish was an amazing bonus.
When they reached the bottom of the arch Heather went from hysterical to ballistic. As soon as the bristles started to glide along her arches she began bucking in her seat, trying to dislodge her feet in any possible way she could. But all she could manage was to wiggle her feet slightly from side to side. Not enough to even hinder the toothbrush's devilish work for a second. Her laughter which was already loud ratcheted up even louder.
Savannah smiled and went back to work. Today was turning out to be a great day at work.
****
As the awful, awful toothbrush continued its horrid work on her poor soles she barely noticed that Heather made her way back to her seat. Stepping very very high to clear Heather’s legs.
She sat down and leaned in close to Heather and said into her ear. “You are VERY ticklish huh? I bet you’d do anything to make it stop, even for just a second, wouldn’t you? Just between you and I, I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon. You are too preoccupied to notice anything right now but everyone seems to be enjoying your starring performance here. Every single person is watching you lose your mind. There are also several phones out recording this. I wonder if you’ll be viral by the time we touchdown or if it will take until tonight?”
Heather had just enough consciousness available to register this reality. She wanted to groan in misery, but she was denied this as at that instant Sam’s toothbrush hit a particularly ticklish spot and her unwanted smile spread even wider and she cackled even more madly.
“I bet people on this plane want to sleep and they can’t with your ridiculous carrying on.” Jessica said. “Hey Savannah, can I get the electric tape so I can help quiet down our middle-aged starlet?”
Savannah’s head peeked over the headrest. “Bringing back memories, Jessica?” Savannah said smiling as she handed her a roll of electrical tape. Without waiting for a reply she disappeared back into the seat and Heather felt the unwelcome feel of her brush continuing it’s torment of her arch.
“Oh, would you like to know what she is talking about? Well, I’ll tell you, but I currently can’t hear myself think. Let me fix that first.”
Jessica reached into her boots and using the very tips of her finger pulled out one of her soaking wet white socks. She balled it up and without warning crammed it into Heather’s laughing mouth.
Heather was shocked. The taste of her sweaty feet immediately filled her mouth. She tried to move her tongue away to avoid the sock but there was no escape. The rank sock’s taste was unavoidable. Her laughs were now mostly muffled behind the makeshift gag.
“Oh that’s so much better! Well anyway, Savannah was a couple of years ahead of me USC and was in the sorority I rushed. When I went through hazing there was lots of drinking and paddling. Somehow this was all leaked to the press and this was banned. Any sorority that got caught doing this would be shut down. I came up with a solution. We should tickle the pledges. To most people tickling seems like nothing, just a silly little thing, but as you see to the truly ticklish it’s unbearable.” Jessica said.
“We would force them to play tic-tac-toe against us with their feet as the board. They would have to memorize where the xs and os were while we could see it all. It would go on for hours with many girls reduced to tears and despair as the pens drew all over their ticklish soles and they were unable to concentrate past the tickling to even remember the positions. Some girls, the truly ticklish, would immediately give up. They would feet the pen on their feet and know this was something that they could never endure, not even for another second. The funny part is, not one girl there was ever even close to as obviously ticklish as you. They gave up after a few seconds, you have no ability to just give up, and this flight has four hours to go.”
All the movies you have made it seems haven’t earned you enough goodwill from the passengers for anyone to even attempt to help you.”
Heather turned her head to look at the passengers and they were all watching the show she was putting on for them. Two middle-aged women looked on with disdain, while there two younger girls looked on with bright eyes and keen interest. She saw at least a dozen cell phones out recording her torment. She had no doubt that these videos would soon be all over Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.
The two stewardesses had made it to the ball of her foot, she knew for experience this was a weak spot for her. She still often accidentally kicked her nail technician even when she was trying her best to not tickle her, and these two young women obviously didn’t care, or worse yet, most likely were trying to tickle her.
Sam’s brush hit it first and Heather screamed into her sweaty sock so loud that a few of the people that had turned around swiveled their heads to see what was going on. Heather heard chuckles from all over the plane.
Jessica leaned in close and said. “Doesn’t it feel good to be practicing your craft, Heather? I mean most of your movies were before my time of course but I know you were in several comedies. Even on a plane ride home you are still making people laugh, good job!”
Heather seethed with rage. She was being mercilessly worked over by two girls and mocked by a girl that was all young enough to be her children and even with her fame, influence, and wealth she could do nothing about it but sit here and take it.
***
Savannah saw the attitude of all the passengers was overwhelmingly positive. She could hear passengers talking and most people were truly enjoying the show. The few people that had a negative thing to say were all about the arrogance of the “elites” and it was nice to finally see them have to face consequences like the rest of them. Savannah wondered if anyone else had ever had their feet scrubbed before an audience, but she understood the sentiment.
She decided to do something a little more brazen. While continuing to scrub the ball of the foot she ran a long fingernail down the arch. Heather did not like that she could tell. She felt the sit shift ever so slightly as Heather tried to free her leg again. She began doing this again and again. Sam noticed and followed suit. Heather's toes began wiggling wildly. This was the only part of her foot she could freely move and this did nothing to relieve the tickling at all. Savannah looked at the long slender toes and thought “Wait your turn, we will get to you in due time.”
***
The nails on her feet weren’t fair Heather thought miserably. That had nothing to do with “sanitizing her feet” it was just to tickle her worse. She’d give anything if she could just have a short break on just one foot. Did these girls not know how bad tickling was. Then she remembered that Savannah had been in Jessica’s sorority and undoubtedly did.
Jessica noticed the increased intensity in Heather’s struggles and looked forward at her feet. Oh yes, Savannah was always quite deadly with those nails. I think she went for the stiletto style primarily for tickling. She got them done right before initiation her senior year and after everyone saw the poor pledge’s reaction half of the rest of the sorority followed suit.”
“She would also tease the poor girls. She swore it would make it worse if she described what was happening to them so they had to focus on it even more. No distracting yourself with anything else. For instance, in your situation, she may see “do you feel those little brushes on the balls of your ticklish feet? From the way, those toes are wiggling it must tickle a whole bunch huh? I noticed Savannah added a second nail to the arches, it just keeps getting worse for you huh? Oh looks like the other stewardess has pretty mean nails too. Just not your lucky day!”
Heather wanted to strangle Jessica. The commentary to her own torture was indeed making it worse. It wasn’t possible for her to take her mind off of the tickling of course, but having a commentary to her own suffering was a special kind of torture.
After several minutes of the nails being drug along mixed with soapy brushes, the stewardess decided to just lose all pretense and began spidering their nails all along her feet. This brought Heather to tears. Every time she thought it couldn’t get any worse it did.
“Oh buck up buttercup’ don’t cry. I’m here for you.” She said giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I won’t let you get bored, don’t worry.”
Heather felt what she had been dreading. She felt a brush touch the pad of her big toe. She immediately scrunched her toes.
Savannah peered around the seat and said “Hey, Jessica could you help us out. Miss squirmy here won’t hold still. Can you help hold her toes back?”
“Try not to miss me too bad Superstar, I need to help take care of you. I’ll be right in front of me. If you need be just say something.”
Jessica made her way to the seat in front of Heather. Sam remained in the aisle and Savannah scooted over to the seat beside her.
Heather felt fingers on all her toes and felt them being pulled back. She tried to wiggle them free but without the ability to move her feet at all they were completely trapped.
She felt the now dreadfully familiar feeling of the brush attack her toe stems. She had never had this part of her toes tickled saved for one failed experiment from a past experience with a boyfriend that ended with her involuntary kicking him in the nose when his tongue touched this spot. As she braced against this new sensation she felt the spidering fingernails return. Damn it, why wouldn’t they just stop. It didn’t take this long to wash feet. They were just deliberately torturing her for their and the passenger’s amusement.
Finally, they moved on to the toe pads, which she was unsurprised to find were horribly ticklish as well. Jessica moved one finger at a time allowing access to that toe. As all her toes tended to move at once just restraining the other ones kept it mostly immobile save for the big toe. When Jessica saw it wildly wiggling to try and escape the brush she said, “No you don’t!” and hooked her finger around the stem and pinned it down so the stewardesses could give it the attention it needed.
Finally, the tickling stopped. Heather thought joyously that it must be done. Every bit of her soles were scrubbed she realized. But then she heard Savannah say “Ok spread them apart and felt her toes being splyayed out by Jessica. She tried to resist but of course, it was useless.
A brush invaded the crevice between her big toe and it’s neighbor and it was the worst sensation so far. Those areas weren’t meant to be touched by anything ever, they were far too tender. She had been reduced to silent laughter for a while as she had begun to lose the energy to make sounds but this unlocked a reservoir and her muffled laughs into the sock could be heard again. And even though this was bad enough she felt the spidering nails start again.
An infinity later she heard Savannah say “Ok I think we are done here.” Heather wept with relief. Jessica released her feet and returned to her seat. Heather was so tired she actually started to nod off, but heard a voice in front of her.
An Asian lady that appeared to be about 30 walked up to the mother’s and said “I would really like to have a turn, may I?” The two flight attendants glanced at each other surprised. Sam said “I think that would be just fine.” The lady sat down in front of Heather.
Heather was displeased by this to say the least. She was finally done with the ridiculous “sanitation” She wanted her feet left alone.
The lady slowly and methodically traced the outside of Heather’s feet with her nails. This sent goosebumps up and down her spine. It tickled but in a different way. It was slow as it was torturous. She eventually made her way to the soles, she tickled at such a slow pace Heather as much wanted her to go faster as she did to stop. The excruciatingly slow pace forced every nerve to keep experiencing the sensation long after she wanted it to stop. It would take minutes for her fingernail to make its way over the entire sole.
Heather’s laughter now was mixed with groans of frustration. Her eyes were shut tightly with tears streaming out. She had never been so frustrated in her life. It tickled horribly but the slow pace made it horrible beyond what her mind could even comprehend.
Jessica had been watching this fascinated. Going back and forth between watching the woman work and Heather’s face.
Finally, she tapped the lady on the shoulder and said “excuse me, but what are you doing to her feet? It’s driving her crazy!”
“It is slow touch.” She said in somewhat halting English. “I do reflexology for my job”. I know how to touch for pleasure. But this is how I like to touch. I tell clients I will do free sessions for them if I can just do slow touch tickling on them for five minutes but never had anyone who could tolerate it. Even not ticklish clients pull away and say it tickles too bad. This is first time I have ever got to touch as long as I want. I know she wants me to stop, but knowing that just makes me want to keep going even more.”
Jessica asked if she could sit beside her to talk and she agreed.
Heather desperately hoped the talking would distract her but she never halted her crawling nails assault on her foot. Jessica asked if she could teach her slow touch and soon she felt her other foot being tickled. She kept hearing the lady saying “slower, slower” when Jessica would go too fast.
Jessica told her about the sorority she was in and the lady quickly agreed to come over for initiations when Jessica said the girls there will desperately want you to stop but you can spend hours on their feet if you want.
After about an hour of this Jessica helped her spread her toes so she could do slow touch between her toes which had Heather openly sobbing. Finally, the lady got up and looked at Heather and did and slight bow and thanked her, and walked away.
Jessica returned to the seat beside her. She said, “I really want to hear about how that felt so I am going to ungag you.” She reached over, peeled back the tape, and plucked the sock out of her mouth.
Heather was so grateful to no longer have the sock in her mouth. But almost immediately Jessica prodded her in the ribs causing her to open her mouth to scream and Jessica jammed her other sock in her mouth. She quickly reapplied the tape. Heather had finally swallowed the majority of the sweat from her last sock but now her mouth was filled with the taste of her stinky feet all over again. The hours between them sitting in her shoes from when she had them first removed from her feet had done nothing to lessen the taste. They still tasted like sweaty feet smelled. She was overcome with revulsion but could do nothing to avoid the taste.
“I turned those inside-out. You’ll probably be able to taste your super smelly feet just a bit better that way. Who knows, maybe I’ll let you taste mine before the flight is over. How would you like to taste little college girl feet Superstar?” Heather could only grumble angrily into her raunchy sock.
It had been hours now and Heather looked around some of the passengers had either gone to sleep or turned to other things but the vast majority were still watching her. She wondered if she would have retained this many audience members if one of her movies was playing instead of her being played with.
At about that time a husband and wife walked forward and without a word sat down in front of her without acknowledging her. They sat down and began talking about mundane things but almost absent-mindedly began assaulting her feet.
This was a new low. She was just the equivalent of a fidget toy. This couple had to know how much suffering this tickling was causing but it was of so little consequence that they just wrecked her without even acknowledging her. Why wouldn’t they just stop? They had to hear her laughing and yelling even behind the gag. They didn’t even seem to be enjoying it, why not just let her have a respite.
The wife was holding her toes back and raking her from the bottoms of her toes over and over with all her nails “His teacher said he’s just not applying himself. I think he needs more attention from you.”
The husband was using his fingertips to trace haphazard patterns across the balls of her feet. “Please don’t start this again, you know how hard I work."
On and on this banal argument went and Heather had to bear witness to it as her soles were worked over. She would have loved the opportunity to drown out this conversation with headphones, but no, she had to experience it along with the casually cruel tickling.
Heather learned all about Brian’s late nights and Patty’s hard housework at the same time as she felt them tickle her non-stop. She noticed that the more upset they got the faster the tickling was. During an argument about an upcoming birthday party, they were hosting both the couples were frantically spidering all over her soles. It tickled so bad she shouted into the sock.
This earned her a sideways glance from the husband and wife who quickly disregarded the suffering Heather and went back to their conversation.
They then both decided without saying a word to work on her toes. They both used one hand to pull her toes back. The husband worked her stems over while the housewife got her long nails into the tender flesh between her toes. She tried to scrunch her toes but she knew that was a hopeless prospect, and it was.
The couple eventually, got up and walked back to their seats giving Heather a moment of rest. Able to actually think, for a moment she wondered how she looked. She was soaked in sweat she could feel and after all the crying she had done she wondered if even her “no run” mascara would have held up.
Two young women made their way up to Heather with their phones out obviously recording. They looked at Heather and said. “Hi Heather, we are Tracie and Mags. We are Instagram influencers and we just want to get a little footage for our page.” They both laughed as Tracie emphasized the word “foot”.
Heather shook her head no, but the girls just shoved the phone in her face and started narrating what they had seen so far. They took turns talking of the outburst from Heather to the Sky Marshall to her restraint, to her feet cleaning, and then described a little of all the different types of tickling Heather had endured. Jessica leaned over and said, “Hi girls, I’m Heather’s friend, she's like my surrogate mother, you can get a picture of us together for your page!”
“Hi Heather.” Tracie said. “How do you feel about all this? We honestly were starting to feel bad about all this as she seems really to be suffering. At first, we were just interested but as we see her continuing to fight against it for hours we are starting to worry that this actual torture for her. I mean look at her mascara running from all her crying.”
"That answered one question." Heather thought.
“Oh, she’s just fine. She actually enjoys being tickled! She’s so ticklish she can’t help but squirm and laugh and even cry but she likes it. They are happy tears. Sometimes we watch movies together and she just plops her big feet in my lap and giggles as I play with them throughout the movie. It’s cute to see her giggle. If I try to just rub them, she will say “No, please keep tickling them.” She has a real fetish for tickling.”
“Oh that’s very interesting!” Mags said. “I can’t wait to post that.”
“Yea she’s got a pretty strong foot fetish too, obviously for her feet, but for other’s feet too.” Jessica said, “She likes to do things to my feet as well, but feet aren’t really a turn-on for me.”
Heather shook her head at this but the girls appeared not to notice.
“What kind of things? Mags said.
Well, she really likes to suck toes but her favorite is to smell feet. She was shy about it at first just trying to covertly get a sniff, but she finally admitted it. Now sometimes she will just lay under my feet while I study or play on my phone.”
“Oh that’s kind of gross but interesting,” Tracie said.
“Yea, she even asks to smell my shoes often, especially after a long day,” Jessica said. “Hey, you know what would be great for your story and would be something that Heather would love. Why don’t you take turns tickling her while the other lets her smell their shoes!”
“Yea that sounds great!” Mags said. “This will blow up!
“But I wear these boots all the time. And it was so hot outside today.” She said glancing down at her combat-style boots. “They are too smelly.”
“I’m telling you, the smellier the better!” Jessica said, “I promise she will love them!”
They discussed who would go first and Tracie decided she would tickle. Tracie took the seat in front of her and Mag’s took off her Doc Martens. “I’ll hold it to her face so you can video better.” Jessica said.
Heather obviously didn’t like the smell of feet, but soon she saw the opening of the shoe placed over her nose and she tried to take a shallow breath. She was appalled by the smell, but as soon as she had this thought, the now depressingly familiar feel of tickling on her feet began again and she was taking deep breaths of the rank shoe.
Mags couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, she really is sniffing hard! I guess she does like my stinky boots!”
“Yep, she’s in heaven right now!” Jessica said. “Why don’t you let her smell the real thing?”
“Oh wow, sure!” Mags said.
Jessica scooted over and Mags sat in the seat next to Heather. She peeled off her black socks and immediately turned and plastered a pale sole over Heather’s face. It reeked. Heather was forced to continue taking tortured breaths between the cheesy toes for several minutes.
Heather was not in heaven and wanted nothing as much as to get this foot off her face and for her damn feet to be left alone. The fight was gone from her by this point however and she just sat there placidly and smelled the girl's heady foot odor as Tracie forced her to laugh into her gag.
After a few minutes they traded positions and soon Jessica was holding Tracie’s Toms over her nose. It was a little less smelly, but still quite strong. But Mags was a much better tickler than Tracie. She said “I had a boyfriend that was into this stuff, so I really know how to make it tickle,” she said skillfully attacking Heather’s worst spots.” Even though my boyfriend liked to be tickled he could only take a couple of minutes until he would say his safeword when I really went to town on his feet."
Heather would have sold her soul for a safeword and an ungagged mouth to shout it with. She envied someone having the ability to just end this torture after just a couple of minutes with a word.
After a few moments, Savannah and Sam walked down the aisle. They said that they would be approaching the airport within the hour and asked Tracie and Mags if they could return to their seats. They both happily agreed and thanked Heather for the story. Jessica told them that Heather would be thanking them if she could speak. They told Jessica to check their page for the story when she got home and nearly skipped back to their seats.
The stewardesses sat down in the seats in front of Heather and looked back to Jessica.
Savannah said to Jessica. “This girl has had quite the flight huh? She looks pretty tired. I bet she’s counting the seconds until we land.”
“Nah, she’s fine. I think she’s starting to enjoy it.” Heather looked over and stared daggers at Jessica.
“Well anyway, we want to have one last turn with her before we land,” Sam said. “We took mental notes of what really made Heather squeal earlier, but since we had to clean her whole foot we couldn’t Really focus on them. We want to now.”
"Also, those last girls gave us an idea Savannah said." Our feet are pretty sweaty from all the work we have been doing, and since we had to smell her feet as we cleaned them earlier, it’s only fair she smells mine.” Savannah said kicking her flats off. “You don’t have to hold them, Jessica, just tape them over her nose.”
Savannah’s feet smelled MUCH worse than the other girl’s feet. Heather was furious that she had been the one getting her feet scrubbed when this young girl had equally stinky feet. And now Heather had to breathe them in as her feet were tickled yet again.
The girls weren’t lying as they immediately zeroed in on the absolute worst spots and wouldn’t deviate from them. It was intolerable as they were both constantly hitting the absolute worst spots at all times. At least in all the other encounters up until now someone would waste time on at least a somewhat ineffective spot. It appeared that these girls had really focused with precision on the worst spots.
Tears once again streamed down Heather’s face as she found newfound energy and began shaking her head back in forth trying to both distract herself and to dislodge the reeking flat from her face, but her efforts were completely useless at both. The shoe stayed in place and she stayed completely zoned in on the incessant tickling.
Jessica had been quiet the past couple of encounters forcing Heather to listen in on the bickering couple’s conversation and again with the influencers, allowing them to get good footage for their page. But now she renewed her one-sided conversation.
“Sorry, I made up the story about you being my surrogate mother,” Jessica said. “I mean you are about the same age so it could be true. And if you want me to watch movies with you and tickle you I’d be happy to. And yes of course I’d let you worship my feet as long as you want. Mine are a little ticklish but I could handle some toe sucking from you. I live close to LA so you could just send a limo to pick me up. I’ll even let you keep my socks when I leave so you have something to remember me by.”
“I was just thinking, you are probably having a similar experience to what a criminal would in medieval times. You are just like a town wench in the stocks. Feet bared and at the mercy of the crowd. The crowd would just jeer to start with but they would eventually start to tickle the poor girl's feet. Depending on the sentence, the girl may have to suffer it for hours or even days. The legends say that some girls never were the same after a punishment like that. Sanity just slipped away from them. But you are made of tougher stuff than some peasant back then I am sure. And you aren’t having to deal with rotten fruit being thrown at you. Judging from your reaction to Savannah’s work flats, you may be willing to trade a few overripe tomatoes for the smell of her ripe feet forced onto you. Am I right?
After about 45 minutes of meticulous tickling from the young stewardesses and teasing talk from the sorority girl, the stewardesses began to get up. She felt the shoe pulled free from her face and the fresh air was the sweetest thing she’d ever smelled.
The girls walked up to the front of the plane to begin preparations for landing. Heather thought her torture was over but just then Jessica made her way past her and sat in the seat in front of her. She looked back and said, “I promised you I wouldn’t let you get bored.” She dug in and Heather thought miserably how she seemed to never to get used to the tickling even a little bit. She focused every bit of her mind she could as to how this nightmare was nearly over. She would only have to feel the teasing nails on her feet for a few minutes at the most.
Finally, she heard the captain’s voice on the intercom. Heather was so relieved and waited for the announcement telling them the landing instructions.
“Ladies and gentlemen I hate to have to tell you this, but there is an awful thunderstorm in LA. We are going to try and circle for a while but it appears to have settled in. We may have to divert. Sorry, but this may take a while.”
She heard a few groans but she heard a few other remarks she was not expecting.
“Oh good, I didn’t think I’d get my turn!” A woman’s voice from behind her said.
“Me too! And she’s smelling shoes now, I am wearing my cheer shoes, I want to see her smell these," someone said. I wonder if they’ll let me make her put my cheer socks in her mouth.”
“Her feet are ticklish but what about her legs? That’s what I am going to find out.” Another woman said.
Heather’s heart absolutely sunk. She started to cry. She thought she was at the end of this awful experience. She had been pushed to her breaking point and thought she had made it through, but as she looked around her she just saw smiling expectant faces. She was going to be submitted to more. This was an awful parody of her passion and her job. She was going to entertain these people against her will. And she would do it with a smile on her face no matter what. She couldn’t even violate this contract, it was iron-clad. Heather just slumped back into her seat.
Jessica looked back into her eyes and said “They like you, they really like you.”
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Heather stomped angrily through the airport. She swore for the hundredth time today she was going to get a new agent. Sure, she didn’t read every jot and tittle of the contract, but when her agent said the contract for the film was completely standard, she certainly didn’t take that they could demand that she show up for reshoots with next to no notice or large parts of the pay structure would be null and void. “Maybe my next agent will understand things like this better,” she said under her breath.
“Ma’am?” her personal assistant said in an out-of-breath voice, her shorter legs struggling to keep up with Heather’s long thin legs.
“Nothing Marge, I’m just fed up with how today has turned out. We get called yesterday with a demand to show up in Atlanta today, because “You Know Who” deemed this was the ONLY day he could possibly make it in to do his amazing five whole minutes of acting. Never mind we are reshooting the whole thing because he was too drunk the first time for the editor to be able to save the scene.” The male star of the movie had made this whole movie a nightmare and the unorthodox contract had made it even worse.
“I know Ma’am, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry about wardrobe.” Marge said meekly.
Heather tried to keep the scowl off her face about that. She had changed out of her sneakers and her shorts and t-shirt to get into her costume. A thick winter getup with heavy boots for the Christmas Rom-Com she was shooting in. When she had got back to her dressing room all her clothes had already been packed up and brought to the airport as shooting had run late and it was going to be close to a miracle to make it in time. She was able to find a shirt and shorts that fit but all the shoes lying about were too small for long slender feet. So, she was stuck wearing these boots that she had been in all day, in August in the hottest part of summer, in the 95-degree humid heat. She grimaced as she took another step and felt the sock squish against her foot. She could not wait to get onto the plane and grab her sneakers out of her carry-on her other assistant promised he had stored in her carry-on.
She would have a couple of drinks, take a nap, and maybe watch a movie. She was looking forward to the peace and tranquility of the upcoming flight.
Heather and Marge made their way very quickly through Hartsfield-Jackson airport. They followed in the hole her bodyguard Kenneth made. People quickly moved when they saw the 6 foot 6-inch barrel chested man heading quickly towards them. They finally made it to the gate with a few minutes to spare.
Heather was extremely relieved, but she had to go the bathroom very, very, badly and she could not wait to get on the plane. The bathroom was right near the loading gate so she said “You two go ahead and get our seats. Marge get my sneakers ready, I HAVE to get out of these damned boots. My feet are absolutely soaked and are killing me!”
“I’ll wait right here.” Kenneth said. Posting himself by the bathroom door.
“No.” Heather said. “If someone has our seats Marge is too scared to ask them to move as is Kathy who is already on board. I need you to take care of things and make sure everything is ready for me. I am at my breaking point and will end up going off on someone if anything else goes wrong today.”
Reluctantly Kenneth followed Marge through the gate.
Heather dashed into the bathroom and took care of business. As she stood up, she had a terrible realization. Marge had her ticket, she had slipped her ticket into her pocket without her knowing it earlier, as her hand-me-down shorts had no pockets.
In a panic, she pulled out her phone. Her hands had started to sweat, and as she tried to call Kenneth the phone slipped out of her hand. She made a desperate grab for it but she ever so slightly missed and it plunged into the toilet.
“NOOOO!” she yelled. She quickly grabbed it but the cell phone’s screen blinked out the second she brought it up to look at it. She repeatedly hit the power button, but it remained blank.
“Damn it!!!!!” Heather said in frustration and exasperation. This was her only means of communication!
She ran out to the gate to explain the situation. The lady frowned and said she absolutely could not go out to the plane without a ticket. Heather was frantic. It was nearly takeoff time. She wished she had let Kenneth stay with her.
She asked if she could use the landline phone to call Marge or Kenneth. As she picked up the phone she realized all her numbers were saved on her phone. She didn’t know a single one of them by heart. As she put the phone down the gate attendant announced that boarding was over. She stood there with tears in her eyes and watched from the window as the plane Taxied down the runway and took off.
She had been accidentally left behind on a field trip and felt the same way she did then watching the bus drive away. The difference was that the bus turned around after a few minutes and retrieved her. This plane wouldn’t do the same.
Heather decided she could play this two ways. One was the sweet-hearted girl who everyone loved to watch in her movies or two was a mean-hearted entitled celebrity bitch. The smart play was probably the former but she was so fed up she went with the latter.
She stormed up to the information booth and pulled every cliché’ she could think of out. “Do you know who I am?” “I’ll have your job!” She even somehow managed to pull a “You’ll never work in this town again.” This last remark just got her a raised eyebrow from the lady at the information booth.
Finally, the help desk worker said that the only thing that was available today going to Los Angeles was in thirty minutes, and was in coach. It was completely full otherwise. Otherwise, she had to somehow wait until tomorrow, with no wallet, no ID, and no way to contact anyone aside from calling the one number she knew, her old home phone number, and she hadn’t talked to her parents in years so that wasn’t a possibility.
She went directly to the gate and waited. She sat down in a seat and lowered her head as to avoid gathering attention. She got some looks but not as many as she usually got with her entourage. She hoped she could just fly under the radar without being noticed and get some. She would burn these damn boots in her fireplace when she got home.
She was not used to having to wait until last to board. “First World problems” she mused, then she corrected herself “First Class problems”. Finally, she was allowed to board with the rest of her coach passengers.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being among the everyday people, just for one flight. She looked around and saw it was going to indeed be a fully packed flight and there was a diverse mix of passengers. She was jostled from behind and took an involuntary step forward. She hit someone hard.
The girl she hit took a big step forward hit a seat with her hip “Ouch! Damn it!” she cried. She whirled around and said, “What the hell lady!?”
“I was pushed into you I couldn’t help it!” Heather said.
The girl stood there glaring back at her with her fists balled her eyes blazing. Heather saw she was exceptionally pretty despite her angry face. She had long blonde hair similar to Heather's. She was wearing a sorority shirt. She was also very fit like Heather. She was much younger than Heather and Heather wondered if she’d retain her figure like she did when she reached her age.
A red-haired stewardess with a name badge reading Savannah approached and said “Jessica, is everything ok?”
“Yea everything is fine, this lady just tried to kill me.” Jessica said looking menacingly at Heather.
Heather had no urge to get into a fight with this girl, especially one who obviously knew the stewardess, so she just swallowed her pride and said. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to, I apologize.”
Jessica looked at her and a look of recognition came to her face without clearing the anger from it. She replied. “Yea, no hard feelings.” but it didn’t take a genius to see that was far from true.
Jessica and the stewardess began talking. It was immediately obvious from the body language that they were very close. They looked to be very close in age, as the redhead couldn’t be very much older. Heather wondered if they went to school together and this was her first job after graduation.
Heather kept going to her seat. She sat down in the aisle seat. She was very thankful for at least that small luxury. Heather was fairly tall for a female and she could use the extra legroom this seat provided.
As luck would have it, sorority girl was her neighbor. Heather was assigned the aisle seat and the girl beside her was assigned the seat beside it.
Jessica sighed “I was hoping this seat would be empty, would you please just switch with me? I’m tall so I need extra legroom.”
Heather may have been willing to apologize even when she wasn’t in the wrong, but after her day she wasn’t just giving up the better seat. Also, this girl was obviously shorter than Heather by a couple of inches at least.
“I’m sorry, but no, not after the day I’ve had,” Heather stated hoping that the girl wouldn’t keep pushing as Heather had already made up her mind.
“Fine,” Jessica said and slid past Heather making sure to invade as much of her space as possible. Then purposefully looking away from her and muttering under her breath as she sat down.
The two women tried to ignore each other as much as possible as the pre-flight announcements were made.
Finally, they were taxing down the runway and then airborne.
She tried to ignore her feet but she realized she had to get these boots off! Her feet were sore from being in them for so long but worse than that they were soaked in sweat from wearing the winter-style boots and thick socks in the humid Atlanta weather.
If it had been any other situation and Heather wasn’t in such a bad mood she may have just endured the boots for the 4.5-hour flight back to LA, but after the hell she had gone through today she deserved a brief respite. She needed to free her feet from these modern-day torture devices. She tried to be nonchalant in removing her boot, but these weren’t sneakers she could just kick off with her feet. She bent down and begin unzipping the heavy brown boots. She noticed several people looking over at her. She noticed the sorority girl beside her look down then at Heather with a smirk on her face.
“Who cares?” She thought angrily. She quickly tugged both boots off. The feel of cool air on her wet socks was heavenly. Unhappily, she noticed the smell immediately. Heather had always had problems with her feet. Her feet tended to sweat more than the normal person.
She quickly placed her shoes under her seat and shoved her socked feet as far under the seat in front of her as they would go.
Not having her phone to look at Heather grabbed a magazine in front of her and tried to ignore her surroundings. She couldn’t help but look around occasionally though. The middle-aged woman in the aisle across from her was wrinkling her nose.
She heard two girls from somewhere behind her whispering to each other. She tried to zone them out but she couldn’t help but hear the words “stinky feet”. At first Heather felt embarrassed, but that turned to anger. She had just had the day from hell, these girls and the rest of the passengers would just have to deal with her feet for a little while. She just couldn’t imagine shoving her poor feet back into those hot boots.
After a few minutes. The girl beside her stood up and scooted past her and walked towards the bathroom. She saw was about to go back to her magazine when she noticed the young blonde didn’t turn into the bathroom but was talking to the young stewardess.
This didn’t seem unusual as she could tell from their banter before the flight these two girls knew each other. What Heather didn’t like was the scowl on the blonde’s face. She also didn’t like the fact that they both kept glancing in her direction as they talked.
Rage boiled in Heather. How dare these young girls talk about her. She was used to people looking at her, you got used to it as a celebrity, but these girls didn’t appear to be talking about roles they liked her in.
After a few moments, the two girls started walking back toward Heather with the stewardess in lead. The other girl, Jessica, Heather thought she caught her name, walking behind her with a smug look on her face.
The stewardess walked over and leaned over towards Heather. Her long red hair was tied back in a ponytail. She offered Heather a pleasant smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Hello ma’am, I really hate to ask this, but could you please put your shoes back on?” Savannah quietly asked. “I really do hate to ask this, but we would truly appreciate it.”
Normally Heather would have acquiesced. She would have put her boots back on and even have apologized, even now she could still clearly smell her socked feet from under the seat in front of her, but after the day she had endured her anger got the better of her and she felt her anger begin to boil over.
“Listen to me, you probably don’t know who I am so I am going to make this really easy on you. You are going to turn around and go back to do whatever it is you do. I’m Heather Graham, a famous actress, and I won’t be talked to like that by a stewardess!”
Her voice had started off softly but her voice had risen steadily until she was almost yelling at the end. She had caught the attention of everyone in the coach section of the plane. She realized how condescending and arrogant she had sounded but just like anyone, she had a breaking point and she had reached and exceeded it.
Savannah's polite smile faded and was replaced by a more stern countenance. “Ma’am, I understand you are upset, but for the sake of the rest of the passengers I am going to have to ask you to please put your shoes back on your feet.”
Heather saw that some passengers were looking in shock at Heather, obviously recognizing her, while others were scowling and some were shaking their heads at the middle-aged woman causing a scene.
“Heather starred daggers at the young woman and replied, “Make me.”
Just then Heather was startled to feel a strong hand on her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder to see a very large man with cool blue eyes and dark hair.
Miss, you have just refused an order from an airline employee mid-flight. I’m a sky marshal and I’m placing you under temporary arrest until we land.
Heather was stunned. She was being arrested? Usually, Kenneth and her assistants would have straightened this out instantly. Kenneth was retired law enforcement and knew how to handle this, but this was completely out of her wheelhouse. She knew she should be compliant at this point, but she hadn’t been treated like this.
“I don’t care who you are. You can’t force me against my wishes, to wear something I refuse to!” Heather said.
She saw that the looks of the previously shocked passengers had darkened considerably. They were obviously starting to come to the conclusion that this celebrity had an attitude problem.
Heather started to stand up. She was going to go talk to the captain. She wouldn’t be treated like this. In an instant, she felt herself forced back down. She felt a strap go over one forearm then another then they were quickly secured to the armrests.
“Ma’am you have now refused a lawful request by a law enforcement agent on a federal flight and resisted arrest. I am placing you under increased restriction.” The agent said.
Savannah looked to the agent and said. “I guess I should tell the captain we have to return to Hartsfield airport.”
“Oh no, our trip!” The girl behind her said.
Other passengers that overheard the exchange began complaining as well.
“I will miss my son’s wedding!”
“I have tickets to the game!”
“I’m on leave I just have two days to see my family!”
The agent glanced around the plane and said. “Please calm down everyone. We can handle this two ways. We can return to the airport if you feel like you are in danger, but if you feel like you are safe and that we can handle this situation I can restrain the lady until we reach our destination and you can arrive on time. Can I please see a show of hands of anyone that feels in danger and wants us to return?”
No hands were raised by the obviously upset passengers.
Heather was beside herself. She was now strapped to an airplane seat and it had just been decided with no input by her that she would stay this way for the next four hours the trip would take, She tugged at her restraints but her arms were very securely trapped by the flat chord straps. They were clearly made for just such an eventuality. They fit perfectly around her arm and the armrest and offered no give at all.
Savannah said to the agent, “She is correct, we can’t make her put on or take off any clothes. The airline was sued and lost a huge case when we tried to make a lady remove her burka. We have a zero-tolerance policy on that. But it is unfair to force the other passengers to just endure this.”
The agent said, “I am giving you permission to sanitize her for the good of the other passengers.”
“Sanitize me!?” Heather said flabbergasted. “What in the hell does that mean!?”
She saw the young stewardess lean over and whisper something to the young sorority girl in the aisle seat’s ear She quickly got up and stepped out of the way. The stewardess leaned over heathers lap and before she knew what was happening she felt her legs forcefully pulled out from the seat in front of her. Her right leg was forced through the space in between the aisle seat and the middle seat onto the armrests in front of her. Her left leg was quickly placed to the to the other side of the seat on that armrest. With surprising deftness, the agent secured her legs onto them in the same manner as her arms.
“What! No, stop!” Heather yelled. Looking at her newly trapped feet socked feet wiggling helplessly in front of her.
Ignoring her pleas Savannah said to the marshal, “I’ll get the cleaning supplies.”
Jessica stood in the aisle beaming at Heather. “Uh Oh, looks like someone is in trouble!” she said in a sing-song voice.
Heather continued to struggle, trying to move her legs or arms off the armrests they were affixed to. She was a mix of anger and confusion, but a new emotion was coming into the fray. This was fear.
In just a couple of minutes Savannah returned with two buckets full of soapy water and another stewardess, she was the same age as Savannah and also new to the airline. She was very short with curly shoulder-length hair and chocolate brown skin, her name was Samantha her badge read.
Heather heard them in mid-conversation as they approached her. “We will have to make do with what we have,” Savannah said. “We were supposed to have an assortment of rags we could use, but there was an oversight and the pantry is empty aside from the hot towels for first-class and we aren’t going to waste those of course.”
When heather saw the buckets of soapy water she had come to the conclusion that they were going to wash her socks. She thought this whole situation was ridiculous, but she was relieved that this was the consequence of her outburst but then Heather saw something that caused her confusion and fear to rise and her anger begin to slip. Sam was holding two toothbrushes in her hands.
The other people in the row in front of her had cleared out of their seats as they didn’t want to be near the sweat-soaked feet trapped on the armrests and were finding their wat to the few empty seats from passengers that didn't show up.
The sky marshal said “there can’t be this many people in an aisle according to guidelines. I am required by law to sit in the very back so I can monitor the entire plane. I will be monitoring the whole situation. If you need me please come get me and made his way quickly back to his seat in the back.
Savannah scooted into the seat in between her trapped feet and Sam stood in the aisle. In unison, they tugged off her thick white socks revealing her drenched feet.
The smell which was strong before became much worse at this.
Heather blushed with embarrassment as she saw the girls in the aisles wrinkle their noses and heard one of the stewardesses cough.
Her long toes were painted blue and her feet were freshly pedicured. They were obviously very well taken care of despite the current smell.
The stewardesses handled the socks like they were radioactive. Only touching as little of the wet fabric as possible. Sam grabbed the sock from Savannah and then reached under the seat and pulled out Heather’s boots and deposited them into one.
Heather was now very confused. She was convinced that they were going to douse her odorous footwear in the buckets, but they were now out of the picture. Her confusion turned to unbridled panic. The soap and water and brushes were meant for her feet!
Heather HATED having her feet touched. Her feet were well taken care of only because she had gone through a dozen pedicurists until she found one that could administer one that didn’t have her screaming laughter. Even with the lady that knew how to administer the perfect amount of pressure left her clawing at the armrests begging for time to speed up and let her be done. She had her appointment done at home as she absolutely could not stand for anyone to see her being helpless and laughing.
Heather saw the next few seconds in slow motion. She saw the two young girls dip their brushes into the buckets and then begin to lower them towards her feet. Heather began to beg. She wasn’t sure what she was saying, but she knew she was apologizing and promising to do whatever she was told, if they would please, please not touch her feet. The stewardesses stopped their brushes movements toward her feet for just a second. Heather had s glimmer of hope before she saw Sam’s face go from an indifferent expression to a Cheshire cat grin. Savannah and Sam moved forward again with their soapy brushes and Heather was plunged into hell.
***
The two young stewardesses began with the heels which in Savannah’s personal experience is very rarely ticklish. Savannah had somewhat ticklish feet herself, but tickling on the heel would cause her to twitch at the very worst, but as soon as the brushes touched her tender heels they could see the muscles in her toned leg tense and she tried in vain to pull her feet away from the unwanted sensation. Savannah and Sam quickly scrubbed the brushes on her heels and they heard her begging start to be interrupted by involuntary giggles.
They slowly worked their way up making sure not to miss a millimeter of exposed flesh. As they went higher on the foot the giggling turned into laughter. Somewhere between the heel and the arch, Heather’s ability to speak was completely robbed from her. All she could get out was a steady stream of unwanted laughter.
Sam and Savannah took turns dipping their brushes into the buckets, making sure that at least one brush was always in contact with one of Heather’s soles at all times so she never had a break. Savannah was really enjoying this. This lady, whether she was a celebrity or not was clearly entitled and needed to be brought down a peg. Savannah thought the punishment was only going to be having to have her feet cleaned in front of a plane full of people, but the fact that she was apparently deathly ticklish was an amazing bonus.
When they reached the bottom of the arch Heather went from hysterical to ballistic. As soon as the bristles started to glide along her arches she began bucking in her seat, trying to dislodge her feet in any possible way she could. But all she could manage was to wiggle her feet slightly from side to side. Not enough to even hinder the toothbrush's devilish work for a second. Her laughter which was already loud ratcheted up even louder.
Savannah smiled and went back to work. Today was turning out to be a great day at work.
****
As the awful, awful toothbrush continued its horrid work on her poor soles she barely noticed that Heather made her way back to her seat. Stepping very very high to clear Heather’s legs.
She sat down and leaned in close to Heather and said into her ear. “You are VERY ticklish huh? I bet you’d do anything to make it stop, even for just a second, wouldn’t you? Just between you and I, I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon. You are too preoccupied to notice anything right now but everyone seems to be enjoying your starring performance here. Every single person is watching you lose your mind. There are also several phones out recording this. I wonder if you’ll be viral by the time we touchdown or if it will take until tonight?”
Heather had just enough consciousness available to register this reality. She wanted to groan in misery, but she was denied this as at that instant Sam’s toothbrush hit a particularly ticklish spot and her unwanted smile spread even wider and she cackled even more madly.
“I bet people on this plane want to sleep and they can’t with your ridiculous carrying on.” Jessica said. “Hey Savannah, can I get the electric tape so I can help quiet down our middle-aged starlet?”
Savannah’s head peeked over the headrest. “Bringing back memories, Jessica?” Savannah said smiling as she handed her a roll of electrical tape. Without waiting for a reply she disappeared back into the seat and Heather felt the unwelcome feel of her brush continuing it’s torment of her arch.
“Oh, would you like to know what she is talking about? Well, I’ll tell you, but I currently can’t hear myself think. Let me fix that first.”
Jessica reached into her boots and using the very tips of her finger pulled out one of her soaking wet white socks. She balled it up and without warning crammed it into Heather’s laughing mouth.
Heather was shocked. The taste of her sweaty feet immediately filled her mouth. She tried to move her tongue away to avoid the sock but there was no escape. The rank sock’s taste was unavoidable. Her laughs were now mostly muffled behind the makeshift gag.
“Oh that’s so much better! Well anyway, Savannah was a couple of years ahead of me USC and was in the sorority I rushed. When I went through hazing there was lots of drinking and paddling. Somehow this was all leaked to the press and this was banned. Any sorority that got caught doing this would be shut down. I came up with a solution. We should tickle the pledges. To most people tickling seems like nothing, just a silly little thing, but as you see to the truly ticklish it’s unbearable.” Jessica said.
“We would force them to play tic-tac-toe against us with their feet as the board. They would have to memorize where the xs and os were while we could see it all. It would go on for hours with many girls reduced to tears and despair as the pens drew all over their ticklish soles and they were unable to concentrate past the tickling to even remember the positions. Some girls, the truly ticklish, would immediately give up. They would feet the pen on their feet and know this was something that they could never endure, not even for another second. The funny part is, not one girl there was ever even close to as obviously ticklish as you. They gave up after a few seconds, you have no ability to just give up, and this flight has four hours to go.”
All the movies you have made it seems haven’t earned you enough goodwill from the passengers for anyone to even attempt to help you.”
Heather turned her head to look at the passengers and they were all watching the show she was putting on for them. Two middle-aged women looked on with disdain, while there two younger girls looked on with bright eyes and keen interest. She saw at least a dozen cell phones out recording her torment. She had no doubt that these videos would soon be all over Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.
The two stewardesses had made it to the ball of her foot, she knew for experience this was a weak spot for her. She still often accidentally kicked her nail technician even when she was trying her best to not tickle her, and these two young women obviously didn’t care, or worse yet, most likely were trying to tickle her.
Sam’s brush hit it first and Heather screamed into her sweaty sock so loud that a few of the people that had turned around swiveled their heads to see what was going on. Heather heard chuckles from all over the plane.
Jessica leaned in close and said. “Doesn’t it feel good to be practicing your craft, Heather? I mean most of your movies were before my time of course but I know you were in several comedies. Even on a plane ride home you are still making people laugh, good job!”
Heather seethed with rage. She was being mercilessly worked over by two girls and mocked by a girl that was all young enough to be her children and even with her fame, influence, and wealth she could do nothing about it but sit here and take it.
***
Savannah saw the attitude of all the passengers was overwhelmingly positive. She could hear passengers talking and most people were truly enjoying the show. The few people that had a negative thing to say were all about the arrogance of the “elites” and it was nice to finally see them have to face consequences like the rest of them. Savannah wondered if anyone else had ever had their feet scrubbed before an audience, but she understood the sentiment.
She decided to do something a little more brazen. While continuing to scrub the ball of the foot she ran a long fingernail down the arch. Heather did not like that she could tell. She felt the sit shift ever so slightly as Heather tried to free her leg again. She began doing this again and again. Sam noticed and followed suit. Heather's toes began wiggling wildly. This was the only part of her foot she could freely move and this did nothing to relieve the tickling at all. Savannah looked at the long slender toes and thought “Wait your turn, we will get to you in due time.”
***
The nails on her feet weren’t fair Heather thought miserably. That had nothing to do with “sanitizing her feet” it was just to tickle her worse. She’d give anything if she could just have a short break on just one foot. Did these girls not know how bad tickling was. Then she remembered that Savannah had been in Jessica’s sorority and undoubtedly did.
Jessica noticed the increased intensity in Heather’s struggles and looked forward at her feet. Oh yes, Savannah was always quite deadly with those nails. I think she went for the stiletto style primarily for tickling. She got them done right before initiation her senior year and after everyone saw the poor pledge’s reaction half of the rest of the sorority followed suit.”
“She would also tease the poor girls. She swore it would make it worse if she described what was happening to them so they had to focus on it even more. No distracting yourself with anything else. For instance, in your situation, she may see “do you feel those little brushes on the balls of your ticklish feet? From the way, those toes are wiggling it must tickle a whole bunch huh? I noticed Savannah added a second nail to the arches, it just keeps getting worse for you huh? Oh looks like the other stewardess has pretty mean nails too. Just not your lucky day!”
Heather wanted to strangle Jessica. The commentary to her own torture was indeed making it worse. It wasn’t possible for her to take her mind off of the tickling of course, but having a commentary to her own suffering was a special kind of torture.
After several minutes of the nails being drug along mixed with soapy brushes, the stewardess decided to just lose all pretense and began spidering their nails all along her feet. This brought Heather to tears. Every time she thought it couldn’t get any worse it did.
“Oh buck up buttercup’ don’t cry. I’m here for you.” She said giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I won’t let you get bored, don’t worry.”
Heather felt what she had been dreading. She felt a brush touch the pad of her big toe. She immediately scrunched her toes.
Savannah peered around the seat and said “Hey, Jessica could you help us out. Miss squirmy here won’t hold still. Can you help hold her toes back?”
“Try not to miss me too bad Superstar, I need to help take care of you. I’ll be right in front of me. If you need be just say something.”
Jessica made her way to the seat in front of Heather. Sam remained in the aisle and Savannah scooted over to the seat beside her.
Heather felt fingers on all her toes and felt them being pulled back. She tried to wiggle them free but without the ability to move her feet at all they were completely trapped.
She felt the now dreadfully familiar feeling of the brush attack her toe stems. She had never had this part of her toes tickled saved for one failed experiment from a past experience with a boyfriend that ended with her involuntary kicking him in the nose when his tongue touched this spot. As she braced against this new sensation she felt the spidering fingernails return. Damn it, why wouldn’t they just stop. It didn’t take this long to wash feet. They were just deliberately torturing her for their and the passenger’s amusement.
Finally, they moved on to the toe pads, which she was unsurprised to find were horribly ticklish as well. Jessica moved one finger at a time allowing access to that toe. As all her toes tended to move at once just restraining the other ones kept it mostly immobile save for the big toe. When Jessica saw it wildly wiggling to try and escape the brush she said, “No you don’t!” and hooked her finger around the stem and pinned it down so the stewardesses could give it the attention it needed.
Finally, the tickling stopped. Heather thought joyously that it must be done. Every bit of her soles were scrubbed she realized. But then she heard Savannah say “Ok spread them apart and felt her toes being splyayed out by Jessica. She tried to resist but of course, it was useless.
A brush invaded the crevice between her big toe and it’s neighbor and it was the worst sensation so far. Those areas weren’t meant to be touched by anything ever, they were far too tender. She had been reduced to silent laughter for a while as she had begun to lose the energy to make sounds but this unlocked a reservoir and her muffled laughs into the sock could be heard again. And even though this was bad enough she felt the spidering nails start again.
An infinity later she heard Savannah say “Ok I think we are done here.” Heather wept with relief. Jessica released her feet and returned to her seat. Heather was so tired she actually started to nod off, but heard a voice in front of her.
An Asian lady that appeared to be about 30 walked up to the mother’s and said “I would really like to have a turn, may I?” The two flight attendants glanced at each other surprised. Sam said “I think that would be just fine.” The lady sat down in front of Heather.
Heather was displeased by this to say the least. She was finally done with the ridiculous “sanitation” She wanted her feet left alone.
The lady slowly and methodically traced the outside of Heather’s feet with her nails. This sent goosebumps up and down her spine. It tickled but in a different way. It was slow as it was torturous. She eventually made her way to the soles, she tickled at such a slow pace Heather as much wanted her to go faster as she did to stop. The excruciatingly slow pace forced every nerve to keep experiencing the sensation long after she wanted it to stop. It would take minutes for her fingernail to make its way over the entire sole.
Heather’s laughter now was mixed with groans of frustration. Her eyes were shut tightly with tears streaming out. She had never been so frustrated in her life. It tickled horribly but the slow pace made it horrible beyond what her mind could even comprehend.
Jessica had been watching this fascinated. Going back and forth between watching the woman work and Heather’s face.
Finally, she tapped the lady on the shoulder and said “excuse me, but what are you doing to her feet? It’s driving her crazy!”
“It is slow touch.” She said in somewhat halting English. “I do reflexology for my job”. I know how to touch for pleasure. But this is how I like to touch. I tell clients I will do free sessions for them if I can just do slow touch tickling on them for five minutes but never had anyone who could tolerate it. Even not ticklish clients pull away and say it tickles too bad. This is first time I have ever got to touch as long as I want. I know she wants me to stop, but knowing that just makes me want to keep going even more.”
Jessica asked if she could sit beside her to talk and she agreed.
Heather desperately hoped the talking would distract her but she never halted her crawling nails assault on her foot. Jessica asked if she could teach her slow touch and soon she felt her other foot being tickled. She kept hearing the lady saying “slower, slower” when Jessica would go too fast.
Jessica told her about the sorority she was in and the lady quickly agreed to come over for initiations when Jessica said the girls there will desperately want you to stop but you can spend hours on their feet if you want.
After about an hour of this Jessica helped her spread her toes so she could do slow touch between her toes which had Heather openly sobbing. Finally, the lady got up and looked at Heather and did and slight bow and thanked her, and walked away.
Jessica returned to the seat beside her. She said, “I really want to hear about how that felt so I am going to ungag you.” She reached over, peeled back the tape, and plucked the sock out of her mouth.
Heather was so grateful to no longer have the sock in her mouth. But almost immediately Jessica prodded her in the ribs causing her to open her mouth to scream and Jessica jammed her other sock in her mouth. She quickly reapplied the tape. Heather had finally swallowed the majority of the sweat from her last sock but now her mouth was filled with the taste of her stinky feet all over again. The hours between them sitting in her shoes from when she had them first removed from her feet had done nothing to lessen the taste. They still tasted like sweaty feet smelled. She was overcome with revulsion but could do nothing to avoid the taste.
“I turned those inside-out. You’ll probably be able to taste your super smelly feet just a bit better that way. Who knows, maybe I’ll let you taste mine before the flight is over. How would you like to taste little college girl feet Superstar?” Heather could only grumble angrily into her raunchy sock.
It had been hours now and Heather looked around some of the passengers had either gone to sleep or turned to other things but the vast majority were still watching her. She wondered if she would have retained this many audience members if one of her movies was playing instead of her being played with.
At about that time a husband and wife walked forward and without a word sat down in front of her without acknowledging her. They sat down and began talking about mundane things but almost absent-mindedly began assaulting her feet.
This was a new low. She was just the equivalent of a fidget toy. This couple had to know how much suffering this tickling was causing but it was of so little consequence that they just wrecked her without even acknowledging her. Why wouldn’t they just stop? They had to hear her laughing and yelling even behind the gag. They didn’t even seem to be enjoying it, why not just let her have a respite.
The wife was holding her toes back and raking her from the bottoms of her toes over and over with all her nails “His teacher said he’s just not applying himself. I think he needs more attention from you.”
The husband was using his fingertips to trace haphazard patterns across the balls of her feet. “Please don’t start this again, you know how hard I work."
On and on this banal argument went and Heather had to bear witness to it as her soles were worked over. She would have loved the opportunity to drown out this conversation with headphones, but no, she had to experience it along with the casually cruel tickling.
Heather learned all about Brian’s late nights and Patty’s hard housework at the same time as she felt them tickle her non-stop. She noticed that the more upset they got the faster the tickling was. During an argument about an upcoming birthday party, they were hosting both the couples were frantically spidering all over her soles. It tickled so bad she shouted into the sock.
This earned her a sideways glance from the husband and wife who quickly disregarded the suffering Heather and went back to their conversation.
They then both decided without saying a word to work on her toes. They both used one hand to pull her toes back. The husband worked her stems over while the housewife got her long nails into the tender flesh between her toes. She tried to scrunch her toes but she knew that was a hopeless prospect, and it was.
The couple eventually, got up and walked back to their seats giving Heather a moment of rest. Able to actually think, for a moment she wondered how she looked. She was soaked in sweat she could feel and after all the crying she had done she wondered if even her “no run” mascara would have held up.
Two young women made their way up to Heather with their phones out obviously recording. They looked at Heather and said. “Hi Heather, we are Tracie and Mags. We are Instagram influencers and we just want to get a little footage for our page.” They both laughed as Tracie emphasized the word “foot”.
Heather shook her head no, but the girls just shoved the phone in her face and started narrating what they had seen so far. They took turns talking of the outburst from Heather to the Sky Marshall to her restraint, to her feet cleaning, and then described a little of all the different types of tickling Heather had endured. Jessica leaned over and said, “Hi girls, I’m Heather’s friend, she's like my surrogate mother, you can get a picture of us together for your page!”
“Hi Heather.” Tracie said. “How do you feel about all this? We honestly were starting to feel bad about all this as she seems really to be suffering. At first, we were just interested but as we see her continuing to fight against it for hours we are starting to worry that this actual torture for her. I mean look at her mascara running from all her crying.”
"That answered one question." Heather thought.
“Oh, she’s just fine. She actually enjoys being tickled! She’s so ticklish she can’t help but squirm and laugh and even cry but she likes it. They are happy tears. Sometimes we watch movies together and she just plops her big feet in my lap and giggles as I play with them throughout the movie. It’s cute to see her giggle. If I try to just rub them, she will say “No, please keep tickling them.” She has a real fetish for tickling.”
“Oh that’s very interesting!” Mags said. “I can’t wait to post that.”
“Yea she’s got a pretty strong foot fetish too, obviously for her feet, but for other’s feet too.” Jessica said, “She likes to do things to my feet as well, but feet aren’t really a turn-on for me.”
Heather shook her head at this but the girls appeared not to notice.
“What kind of things? Mags said.
Well, she really likes to suck toes but her favorite is to smell feet. She was shy about it at first just trying to covertly get a sniff, but she finally admitted it. Now sometimes she will just lay under my feet while I study or play on my phone.”
“Oh that’s kind of gross but interesting,” Tracie said.
“Yea, she even asks to smell my shoes often, especially after a long day,” Jessica said. “Hey, you know what would be great for your story and would be something that Heather would love. Why don’t you take turns tickling her while the other lets her smell their shoes!”
“Yea that sounds great!” Mags said. “This will blow up!
“But I wear these boots all the time. And it was so hot outside today.” She said glancing down at her combat-style boots. “They are too smelly.”
“I’m telling you, the smellier the better!” Jessica said, “I promise she will love them!”
They discussed who would go first and Tracie decided she would tickle. Tracie took the seat in front of her and Mag’s took off her Doc Martens. “I’ll hold it to her face so you can video better.” Jessica said.
Heather obviously didn’t like the smell of feet, but soon she saw the opening of the shoe placed over her nose and she tried to take a shallow breath. She was appalled by the smell, but as soon as she had this thought, the now depressingly familiar feel of tickling on her feet began again and she was taking deep breaths of the rank shoe.
Mags couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, she really is sniffing hard! I guess she does like my stinky boots!”
“Yep, she’s in heaven right now!” Jessica said. “Why don’t you let her smell the real thing?”
“Oh wow, sure!” Mags said.
Jessica scooted over and Mags sat in the seat next to Heather. She peeled off her black socks and immediately turned and plastered a pale sole over Heather’s face. It reeked. Heather was forced to continue taking tortured breaths between the cheesy toes for several minutes.
Heather was not in heaven and wanted nothing as much as to get this foot off her face and for her damn feet to be left alone. The fight was gone from her by this point however and she just sat there placidly and smelled the girl's heady foot odor as Tracie forced her to laugh into her gag.
After a few minutes they traded positions and soon Jessica was holding Tracie’s Toms over her nose. It was a little less smelly, but still quite strong. But Mags was a much better tickler than Tracie. She said “I had a boyfriend that was into this stuff, so I really know how to make it tickle,” she said skillfully attacking Heather’s worst spots.” Even though my boyfriend liked to be tickled he could only take a couple of minutes until he would say his safeword when I really went to town on his feet."
Heather would have sold her soul for a safeword and an ungagged mouth to shout it with. She envied someone having the ability to just end this torture after just a couple of minutes with a word.
After a few moments, Savannah and Sam walked down the aisle. They said that they would be approaching the airport within the hour and asked Tracie and Mags if they could return to their seats. They both happily agreed and thanked Heather for the story. Jessica told them that Heather would be thanking them if she could speak. They told Jessica to check their page for the story when she got home and nearly skipped back to their seats.
The stewardesses sat down in the seats in front of Heather and looked back to Jessica.
Savannah said to Jessica. “This girl has had quite the flight huh? She looks pretty tired. I bet she’s counting the seconds until we land.”
“Nah, she’s fine. I think she’s starting to enjoy it.” Heather looked over and stared daggers at Jessica.
“Well anyway, we want to have one last turn with her before we land,” Sam said. “We took mental notes of what really made Heather squeal earlier, but since we had to clean her whole foot we couldn’t Really focus on them. We want to now.”
"Also, those last girls gave us an idea Savannah said." Our feet are pretty sweaty from all the work we have been doing, and since we had to smell her feet as we cleaned them earlier, it’s only fair she smells mine.” Savannah said kicking her flats off. “You don’t have to hold them, Jessica, just tape them over her nose.”
Savannah’s feet smelled MUCH worse than the other girl’s feet. Heather was furious that she had been the one getting her feet scrubbed when this young girl had equally stinky feet. And now Heather had to breathe them in as her feet were tickled yet again.
The girls weren’t lying as they immediately zeroed in on the absolute worst spots and wouldn’t deviate from them. It was intolerable as they were both constantly hitting the absolute worst spots at all times. At least in all the other encounters up until now someone would waste time on at least a somewhat ineffective spot. It appeared that these girls had really focused with precision on the worst spots.
Tears once again streamed down Heather’s face as she found newfound energy and began shaking her head back in forth trying to both distract herself and to dislodge the reeking flat from her face, but her efforts were completely useless at both. The shoe stayed in place and she stayed completely zoned in on the incessant tickling.
Jessica had been quiet the past couple of encounters forcing Heather to listen in on the bickering couple’s conversation and again with the influencers, allowing them to get good footage for their page. But now she renewed her one-sided conversation.
“Sorry, I made up the story about you being my surrogate mother,” Jessica said. “I mean you are about the same age so it could be true. And if you want me to watch movies with you and tickle you I’d be happy to. And yes of course I’d let you worship my feet as long as you want. Mine are a little ticklish but I could handle some toe sucking from you. I live close to LA so you could just send a limo to pick me up. I’ll even let you keep my socks when I leave so you have something to remember me by.”
“I was just thinking, you are probably having a similar experience to what a criminal would in medieval times. You are just like a town wench in the stocks. Feet bared and at the mercy of the crowd. The crowd would just jeer to start with but they would eventually start to tickle the poor girl's feet. Depending on the sentence, the girl may have to suffer it for hours or even days. The legends say that some girls never were the same after a punishment like that. Sanity just slipped away from them. But you are made of tougher stuff than some peasant back then I am sure. And you aren’t having to deal with rotten fruit being thrown at you. Judging from your reaction to Savannah’s work flats, you may be willing to trade a few overripe tomatoes for the smell of her ripe feet forced onto you. Am I right?
After about 45 minutes of meticulous tickling from the young stewardesses and teasing talk from the sorority girl, the stewardesses began to get up. She felt the shoe pulled free from her face and the fresh air was the sweetest thing she’d ever smelled.
The girls walked up to the front of the plane to begin preparations for landing. Heather thought her torture was over but just then Jessica made her way past her and sat in the seat in front of her. She looked back and said, “I promised you I wouldn’t let you get bored.” She dug in and Heather thought miserably how she seemed to never to get used to the tickling even a little bit. She focused every bit of her mind she could as to how this nightmare was nearly over. She would only have to feel the teasing nails on her feet for a few minutes at the most.
Finally, she heard the captain’s voice on the intercom. Heather was so relieved and waited for the announcement telling them the landing instructions.
“Ladies and gentlemen I hate to have to tell you this, but there is an awful thunderstorm in LA. We are going to try and circle for a while but it appears to have settled in. We may have to divert. Sorry, but this may take a while.”
She heard a few groans but she heard a few other remarks she was not expecting.
“Oh good, I didn’t think I’d get my turn!” A woman’s voice from behind her said.
“Me too! And she’s smelling shoes now, I am wearing my cheer shoes, I want to see her smell these," someone said. I wonder if they’ll let me make her put my cheer socks in her mouth.”
“Her feet are ticklish but what about her legs? That’s what I am going to find out.” Another woman said.
Heather’s heart absolutely sunk. She started to cry. She thought she was at the end of this awful experience. She had been pushed to her breaking point and thought she had made it through, but as she looked around her she just saw smiling expectant faces. She was going to be submitted to more. This was an awful parody of her passion and her job. She was going to entertain these people against her will. And she would do it with a smile on her face no matter what. She couldn’t even violate this contract, it was iron-clad. Heather just slumped back into her seat.
Jessica looked back into her eyes and said “They like you, they really like you.”
