Payday
It was payday finally. Every time it came around it was always a little celebration. I walked into the back storage room of the convenience store where I expected to find Sunny, the owner. Even though it was closed today she would still be there doing inventory for the end of the month. I found her outside the storage room mopping the dock.
“Morning Sunny. What’s going on?”
“No don’t come back here!” But it was to late, I stopped dead in my tracks as my shoes stuck to the floor.
“What the hell?” I tried to pull free but I was stuck fast.
“I dropped a case of super glue.” She looked at me with a smile. “I am trying to clean it up.”
“Well shit, what do I do now?” I asked trying to maintain my balance.
“I have a spot that is clean over here.”
“How do you suppose I get over there?”
“Loosen the laces on your shoes and walk across.” I carefully leaned down to loosen the laces, stepped out of my shoes, and walked across the puddle of glue giving up my socks in the process.
“Well that’s great. Do you know of a pair of shoes I could borrow?”
“There should be something in the store room.” I followed her to a stack of boxes. “Ah, here you go try these out.” She produced a pair of sandals from a box.
“Yeah these should work for now Thanks Sunny.”
“No problem. Hey as long as you are here could you help me out for a second?”
“Sure, what do you need?”
“There is a box on the top shelf that I can’t reach. Could you get it down for me?”
The shelf was a good two feet over my head and it was all I could do just to touch it. I stretched out as far as I could, almost making it when Sunny poked me in the ribs.
“Hey stop that.” I jerked away. “I am trying to help you out here.”
“Sorry, I couldn‘t resist.” I went to grab for the box again, but found my left hand was stuck.
“Uh oh.”
“What happened?”
“My watch is stuck in the shelf grate.”
“So take it off.”
“I can’t, I can’t reach the latch under the shelf.”
“Okay, I can help you.” She walked around to my left side and looked under the shelf. “Ok here‘s your problem.” Suddenly Sunny started squeezing my ribs I jumped away as far as I could.
“Ahhhh, knock that off.” I looked at her, she grinned from ear to ear.
“I just love it when people are ticklish.” She lightly patted my side. “Can you get your watch unhooked yet?”
“No it is still caught in here.”
“Well lets try this.” She untucked my shirt and slid her hands underneath, my stomach tensed as her fingers grazed across my skin.
“No don‘t do that.”
“It is just a little motivation.” Her nails raked over my stomach and ribs. I tried to get away but was bound to the shelf.
“Sunny, No! Stop it.” All I could do was laugh and plead for her to stop but she refused.
“Come on Eric, if you want to be done just get your watch off the shelf.”
“I can‘t, not like this.”
“Okay how about like this?” A full-scale assault then began on my left armpit. “Can you do it now?”
“No I can’t. Please stop.” My face was red and I was trying to regain my breath.
“Stop? But look at you, all trapped and helpless. You’re the perfect target, and all stretched out too.” A lone fingernail circled my bellybutton. “Where else are you ticklish?”
“Sunny this isn’t funny.”
“Oh Eric, you will be laughing soon enough. But first we need to make things more secure.” She placed her hands on my belt and unbuckled it, I grabbed her arm with my free hand and pulled it away. She gouged my side with her left hand, causing me to loosen my grip. With her right hand she yanked my belt from my jeans causing them to drop about three inches resting barely on my hips. “Give it here.” She motioned for my free hand, when I refused she ran her nails over my exposed waistline, my resolve weakened, she grabbed my right hand with her left and strapped them to the high shelf. With both hands secure I could only balance on the balls of my feet.
“There now, that’s better.” She came up behind me and placed her hands on my hips. “So where else are you ticklish?” I could feel her breathe on my neck as she spoke. “Come on if you don‘t tell me I will still find out it will just take longer.”
“Sunny, please stop. I won’t tell anyone about this I swear.”
“What would you say? ‘I got tied up and tickled by my boss.’ I don’t think I would let that one get around.” She traced her fingers along the top of my jeans, lazily stroking back and forth dipping beneath the beltline. “Okay fine, if your not gong to tell me, I will have to find out for myself. Stay right here.” She left the room for a minute or two and returned with a folding chair. “This could take a while and I don’t want to get tired.” She set the chair down . “So I know that your upper body is ticklish but how about down south?” She reached down and stroked the tops of my feet.
I kicked as well as I could to avoid her fingers. “Hey, hey! Stop tickling me Sunny I will quit and never come back.” She kept it up with no change. “I will call the cops and have you arrested.”
“No you won‘t Eric, and do you know why? Because not only do you need this job, I know you do, I have recently installed security cameras in here So unless you want this plastered all over the internet I would just keep on dancing.” For another five minutes she teased the tops and sides of my feet and I was helpless against her. “It seems as if you are just as ticklish here as well. So that means the game is a foot.” She grabbed my left ankle and placed it in her lap leaving me to balance on just the ball of my right foot. Sunny removed the sandal and tossed it away. “You don’t need that anymore.” My exposed sole facing right up at her. Wasting no time she attacked with renewed vigor.
“Aaaaaaah!” Her fingers sent shockwaves through my body. “No Sunny! No stop that!”
“This is so much fun, I think you should help me out with the inventory every time.” She stopped tickling. “Don‘t you?”
“I can‘t take this anymore.” My speech labored and breaths heavy. “Why are you doing this?”
“I told you, I love it when people are ticklish. And that is not an answer to my question.” She scratched her nails under my toes. “I asked if you should help me with inventory when I need it?”
“No. I don‘t think I should.”
“Wrong answer.” Her long red nails skittered over my sole, between my toes, and along my arch. My arms strained against the belt but it held fast. My right leg ached under the stress of balancing and the sensations coursing through my body. Again she stopped tickling releasing my foot to the floor the tile was smooth and cool under my barefoot. Sunny stood up from her chair, wrapped her arms around my waist and slid her fingers under my jeans. “Why Eric is it casual day or something?” I could feel her fingers moving along my pelvis and upper thighs. “I don‘t think that your wearing any underwear, I like that.” Her hands retreated back from my jeans, her fingers resting on the top button. “So again, can I count on you to help me?”
“Sunny, I.” I could feel the button come undone.
“It is a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer Eric, nothing more.”
“Please Sunny.”
Slowly pulling down the zipper she asked “Yes or no?”. The front of my jeans fell open, my body tensed as the ticklish sensations started over the tops of my thighs. “I can make this last all weekend if I want to.” The rate of tickling increased I jumped out of shock, nearly losing my pants.
“OK! OK! You will, I will help you.”
“Good.” She said as she reached up and undid the belt and the latch on my watch. I sank back and redid my pants and belt. Sunny walked towards me watch in hand, she placed it in my front pocket, wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my neck.
“Sunny can I please get my check and go now?”
“Sure thing you might want to know that extra hours bring extra cash. I promise to keep you busy for hours and hours.” I grabbed the sandal and headed for the office Sunny sat down and wrote out the check.
“Sunny that’s too much, I didn‘t work that many hours.”
“I told you, extra hours bring extra cash.” she smiled as she handed me the check. “I hope this is sufficient compensation.”
“So what am I, Your tickle toy?”
“Not at all, you‘re my assistant an inventory specialist.” I put the check in my wallet and turned to leave. “It should be able to buy you a new pair of shoes.” She laughed as a left.
“Uh thanks Sunny.”
“Oh Eric, one final thing.”
“Yes?”
“I have got an order coming in tomorrow that needs to be counted after work. I trust you will be here.”
“An order of what?”
“Feather dusters and duct tape.” My knees went weak and my pulse was pounding. “I will call you with ideas for your uniform.”
“What uniform?”
“Why your new inventory specialist uniform.” I just stared blankly as fear overcame me. “Don‘t worry it will be very casual. If not I always have scissors.”
I nearly passed out.
