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Philosophic Tickle, Cursus Ruber: Prima Pars (m/f)

Kid Indy

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Howdy, all! This will be a four-part series and the return of Dr. Smith, my tickling-professor character. As usual, please leave feedback--we writers do what we do for you readers, and we love hearing from you!

If you want to look at Dr. Smith's other stories, here they are:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?97720-A-Philosophic-Tickle-(m-f-teacher-student)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-Ticke-Secunda-Pars-(m-f-f-f-student-teacher)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...Tickle-Tertia-Pars-(m-f-ff-f-teacher-student)

If you just want to dig in, well then, just dig in!

KI


Philosophic Tickles: Cursus Ruber, Prima Pars

by

Kid Indy

The bank statement didn't lie: this was more money than a philosophy professor at a small evangelical college should ever have in the bank. But there it was: the fruits of his side work over the semesters, ten years' worth of building a fan base for his bodice-ripper ebook romances had paid off seemingly overnight as his most recent book went viral and, in in a matter of days, half a million housewives had paid their husbands' money to download his most recent book, then his first, then every one in his catalog.

Dr. Smith looked at the banking app on his phone, then to a calendar on the wall, and he started imagining the possibilities that summer break would bring. He just had to get through finals week, and then the good times would indeed roll. This kind of cash would pay for the tour through Red America that he had been imagining for years.

* * * * * * *

Rolling out of the motel's parking lot, Smith took the highway towards the farmers' markets and saw the peachoid, that Netflix-famous hunk of water tower, the famous peach-crack high in the sky for passing motorists to see. Like any fruit-producing region in the modern economy, Gaffney, South Carolina relied heavily on migrant workers, and a careful observer could easily enough map where they gathered, which trucks went to which farms, and otherwise the broad contours of the underground cash economy.

A few days' patience and a good car with a working air conditioner had done their work, and Smith had found the places where seasonal migrant workers gathered just outside of Gaffney, South Carolina for the beginning of the peach harvest. The men were easy to find as they waited in a side parking lot at a farm supply store. The women took a bit more detective work, but one doesn't earn a Ph.D without some patience in research, and within a week of checking in to the roadside motel, Smith had discovered that locals could hire women young and old at a carneceria, away from the interstate, during morning hours. They gathered at the tables outside of the store's small restaurant in the morning, leaving them open as they departed to work as house-cleaners and grocery store stockers and other kinds of undocumented work later in the day. Cars and vans would pull up, point out those workers that were needed on a cash-only, short-term basis, and depart. From what he could tell, the process started around seven, and few vehicles came after ten.

He also noticed that the women seldom left alone, a practice no doubt shaped by terrible stories. No matter: hiring two wouldn't be any more trouble than hiring one. But to secure the one he wanted, he would have to arrive early. The carneceria was nobody's brothel, but the selection seemed to be random, and the senorita he had been watching departed at different times each morning. He made plans to arrive the next morning just after 6:30

* * * * * * *

His Spanish was rusty, but he managed to negotiate nonetheless.

"If I hire you, who will come along with you for safety?"

"My aunt here." She gestured over to a woman who appeared to be just a few years younger than him, and she approached the table and took over negotiating.

"You're looking for cleaners, are you? That's eight dollars an hour for each of us. We'll do good work."

"That seems fair."

"House or apartment?"

"Just a small place that I'm renting."

"That's not going to be enough work for us. We're going to find someone who can hire us for a bigger job." She stood up and gestured for her niece to do likewise.

"I'll raise it to fifteen an hour." Heads started to turn at nearby tables as people prepared to spring on this job if these women were too slow to take it. The aunt's eyebrow raised.

"I'm Victoria, and my neice here is Maria. Who are you?"

"Smith. My car is just over there if you want this work." The two women followed him. They all three got into the car, Victoria in the passenger seat and Maria in the back.

When they arrived at the roadside motel in the middle of nowhere, Victoria jumped out of the car. “No way. I know what these places are. We’re not here to be prostitutes! Come on, Maria. We’ll walk back.”

“I don’t want to have sex. Just to tickle your niece. Fifty dollars for the hour.” Victoria once again raised her eyebrow. “For each of you.”

“Aunt Victoria, I don’t like this.”

“Callate, Maria! One hundred dollars for the hour?”

“Yes, and you can stay in the room to make sure nothing bad happens to her. I’ll need her shoes and socks and pants and shirt off, but she can keep her underwear on.”

Victoria nodded judiciously. “Maria, follow the nice man into his room. I’ll be right there with you.”

The motel room was standard Southern-adultery fare: a king-sized bed, a dresser with a TV on top, a small table with a couple chairs, and a small bathroom that never seemed to stop making noises.

Smith motioned to the chrome-frame chairs. “Victoria, you can watch TV or do whatever you please while we do what we do.” He turned his attention to Maria. “You can fold your clothes and put them on the dresser, then just sit on whatever edge of the bed you prefer to start.”

Victoria did sit herself down in the chair. She picked up the remote control but held it without pressing any buttons. Maria took off her red canvas shoes, then her ankle socks, and Smith knew right away that this could be really good. Next came her cotton t-shirt, and then her shorts. The body that emerged was a sight to behold, and she sat on the foot edge of the bed. Smith pulled the chair that Victoria was not sitting in over in front of her, and he took one ankle in hand and laid it across his lap, readying his other hand to start to work on her foot. Maria’s hands came up to cover her mouth as she anticipated what was to come.

Again Smith talked to her in Spanish. “How old are you, Maria?”

“Twenty-three.”

“I’ll bet you’re very ticklish, aren’t you, Maria?” She nodded and giggled without his touching her.

“I’m going to start tickling your foot now. As long as you keep it in my lap, I’m going to keep tickling. If you pull it onto the bed, though, I’m going to follow it, and when I do, I’m going to tickle everything I can get my hands on. Do you understand?” Her toes in his lap curled as she nodded yes. His face curled into a hungry grin as he put the first fingertip to her sole. His finger first traced a slow path from the big-toe side, by the ball of the foot, down to the heel, along the outer ridge. With each inch that he moved, she whimpered as she fought her instincts to pull her foot back. Smith could sense her aunt watching on as he kept tickling her sole. He was enjoying the young beauty in his hands, to be sure, but a glance over his shoulder revealed to him a sensual lady in her own right, not much over thirty, who seemed very interested in what was going on.

Smith released his grip on her ankle and moved the hand not tickling her foot to her big toe. He pulled that backwards, drawing the skin of her sole tight, and he changed direction on the tickling, going across the sole, outside to inside. Her bottom began to bounce on the bed, and Smith knew where every dollar was going when he heard her laugh. Her shoulders lurched back as she tried to keep her foot from pulling back, and she kept giggling as her back hit the bedspread. He kept the foot stretched and started tickling intensely where the heel meets the sole, and Maria squealed. Zig-zagging from there up to the bases of her toes, Smith wriggled a finger between her big toe and its neighbor, and with that sensation, Maria forgot herself and pulled her foot out of his grasp and onto the bed.

She knew immediately what had happened and sat up in terror. “No! I didn’t mean to do that!”

Smith stood up in his chair, slid his own shoes off, and got his hands ready to grapple the beautiful body in his bed. Her thin arms came up to try to hold him back, but his large hands swept them together, and he grabbed both wrists in one hand while his body slid to the side across the king bed and his arm wrapped around her waist. His hand grabbed as much of her midsection as he could, and her wrists pulled hard against his grip as her belly started to feel what her feet had before. Now her writhing was against the front of his body, and there was nothing like it. He released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her torso, each crossing across the front. His crossed arms pawed at her sides, and she flailed vainly at them as they squeezed her into a ticklish frenzy. They rolled to one side, and Smith’s elbow shot towards the ceiling. His hand came down in a claw on her hip, and she bucked under the new touch and the new squeeze. She grabbed at his wrist, but he was much bigger than she was, and the tickling had weakened her, so she was helpless to make his fingers stop tickling her hip and her side.

Smith’s eyes drifted up, and he could see that Victoria was not even thinking about the television any more. She leaned forward in her seat, following his hands with her eyes and grinning at the torment. As Smith dug his hand into Maria’s ticklish side again, he locked eyes with Victoria as the young woman squirmed and squealed, and he did not drop his gaze as he licked his lips and dropped one hand to the back of her thigh and started squeezing there. Maria was now begging in Spanish so rapid that Smith only got a general sense of what she was saying, but she was definitely worth the cash: every new spot that his hands found made her writhe, and when her intoxicating giggle didn’t come along with that, it was only because she was screaming in ticklish abandon. And yet Smith would not look away from Victoria. He tickled and tickled, and Victoria started to look apprehensive as his grin grew wider.

His hands stopped, and Maria panted on the bed. Smith whispered to her in Spanish, loudly enough that Victoria could hear: “Maria, how would you like to make an extra twenty dollars?”

“No, I don’t think I can be tickled any more!”

“You’ve still got a lot of time on the clock, whether you take my offer or not. But you can get more money for your time if you do.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want your aunt to come over her with us. I want her to tickle you while I do.”

“What?”

Victoria’s jaw dropped. Smith kept up the pitch: “I’m going to sit behind you and tickle you from the waist up, and your aunt is going to tickle your feet while I do that. Either way, you’re going to get tickled, but I get the sense that your aunt could really get you ticklish so that I enjoy my end even more.”

“Tia?”

“Sit up and let him get behind you, Maria.” She stood up from her chair, and Smith knew he was going to know where that money went. Where Maria’s slim frame was that of a ticklish girl, the kind he taught year after year in his classes, Victoria was all curves, a woman who carried herself like she had been some places and seen some things. She started to climb onto the bed, but Smith made sure he established who was in charge.

“No shoes on the bed, Victoria!” She raised an eyebrow at him, but she did take her shoes off, and although black cotton socks were not Smith’s favorite, he did get a general impression that the curves went all the way down to her high-arched feet. “Now start tickling her feet, and make it worth an extra twenty!”

The aunt didn’t hesitate; she did not try to tickle both feet at once but grabbed an ankle with one hand and began to scratch at her sole with the other. Smith, who was sitting up on his knees, immediately felt the young body against his as she started to laugh again. Yes, this was worth an extra twenty to be sure. He reached around the young body again, crossed his arms across the front of her, and started squeezing at her sides. Her ticklish reactions this time did not synchronize with what his hands were doing, and the extra movement was exquisite. He uncrossed his arms, leaned back slightly, and sunk his fingertips into her ribs. Maria was screaming at this new combination of ticklish feet and pinched ribs, and her hands flailed in vain at his large paws.

“Victoria! Switch me places! I want another turn on her feet!” He released the young woman and let her fall backwards on the bed, and he stepped aside to wait for Victoria to come around behind her. He watched as her strong arms lifted her niece to a sitting position again, and when they were back-to-belly, he leapt. Landing on the bed behind Victoria, he quickly extended his legs so that Victoria was sandwiched between Maria’s body and his, and his fingertips wormed their way up under Victoria’s arms. His hunch was right: he had hit paydirt. The woman who watched the tickling so intently, and then tickled with such ferocity, was putty in his hands. With those hands under her arms, Victoria could not get any leverage to remove him, and she moaned and protested in a decidedly obscene Spanish. Smith laughed in triumph as she laughed her torment. Maria simply looked around in disbelief.

“Maria! Tickle her feet, or I’m going to get my hands back on yours!” Victoria’s legs began to kick out to prevent that, and Smith began to dig into her sides with his fingertips. She squirmed and bucked, but he wasn’t going to let this great a prize get away from him. Maria, who looked positively hungry for revenge, threw her slim body over Victoria’s legs and started to tickle through her socks. Smith could feel a new energy through the body he was tickling, and he felt her arms reach out to grab her niece from behind. She lighted on Maria’s hips and started to squeeze, and Smith without delay moved his own hands to Victoria’s hips. The whole ticklish train tipped to the side, and for a delicious span of minutes he was in bed with two beautiful, ticklish women. Laughter of two distinct and delicious flavors filled the room, and he found himself reaching around Victoria with one hand so that he could tickle both at the same time.

When the one-hour alarm that Smith had set finally went off, both women were disheveled and sweating, and Smith let them use the hotel’s bathroom to fix their hair and get their composure. He handed six twenty-dollar bills, fresh from a local ATM, to Victoria.

“Alright, ladies, that was wonderful. Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Victoria folded the bills and put them in a back pocket, and both of them smiled at him. “You know where to find us!”
 
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