This is a work of fiction inspired by a recent trip to the hospital to visit a friend. This friend worked in the medical field, so he was getting a lot of staff attention. Three people caught my eye (all female): A young Asian doctor who was good at what she did but looked like she hated the world...and two nurses:
-The first was tall and thin yet shapely. long, soft brown hair. 40-something. She was some kind of manager...she wore a smock over business type clothing.
- The other was maybe 10 years older...short blonde hair...stout, but not fat. Handsome. She was a dietary specialist.
- And of course I noticed something else (that I thought was extinct in this world!)...they were both wearing nude/tan nylons. I swear to the old Gods and the new. One had flat dress shoes, the other had clog-type shoes but closed in the back...I saw plenty of nylon. So, I got to thinking... (posting now, will spellcheck later!)
Part 1.
Dr. Kim hated the world. Everyone and everything. She hated her job as a resident surgeon (her family's idea, not hers...so she hated her family as well). She hated men, and she hated women, mostly because she was trying to force herself to like men and deny her attraction to women. She was single, so she hated anyone in a relationship. She was so mean she even hated dogs.
On this night, she was in the hospital cafeteria, waiting for her shift to end. Almost nothing happened in her end of the hospital between 9-11pm. She hated working second shift, of course. And she hated the women at the next table ignoring her. She wished she could smack them and tell them to shut up. Lori and Judy were great friends. They had worked well together for over 20 years, and were friends away from work. They were both married and happy (although for the older Judy it was the second time), so Dr. Kim REALLY hated them and wished they would go away. Painfully. She was forced to listen to their horrible conversation at the next table.
Judy was saying..
"Hey, I saw this thing online today. It was like a 'Judge Judy Divorce Court', but in Spanish. A woman was divorcing her husband, and one of the charges was 'cruelty by tickling'."
"Get out!"
"It had captions while they talked, but I think it said he actually tied her to the bed and tickled her for hours as a punishment."
"Just when you think you've heard it all..."
"I wish I had know I could sue for that when I was divorcing Pete. He used to tickle me mercilessly. Mercilessly."
"Another reason you never should have married him."
"But he didn't do it before we were married! Well, he did it once, but he promised to never do it again. And he never did, until we were married."
"I am sooooo ticklish. I couldn't handle being punished by tickling."
"I remember the first time he ever got me, like it was last week. So helpless, laughing until my throat hurt, tears running down my cheeks..."
Pete's Story-----------
Judy and Pete were dating, and everything was going great. They both kind of knew where this was going. But Pete had a secret. He was a tickler. Plain and simple, he love to tickle women. The strange thing was, he had no idea if Judy was even ticklish. He felt that he might turn a girl off if he tickle-attacked her too early in the relationship. And as much as he already cared for her, he wasn't sure he could make a lifetime commitment to a non-ticklish woman. So, he found out...
Pete and Judy were alone at her parents house. Her parents always went out to dinner on Friday night, and Pete knew this. They sat together on the couch...Judy was still in her scrubs, but she had left her nursing-sneakers at the door. She was in her sheer-nude-stockinged size-8 feet. Pete was in his jeans and sweat socks, and started to rub one of them.
"Did you hurt your foot?" asked Judy.
"Yeah. I mean...it's annoying, but not really hurt. I think it happened playing basketball the other night. And the pain kind of moves around."
"Let me see."
"There's nothing to see. No bruise or redness. I can only feel it."
"Let me see."
Pete pauses, looking impatient. "Let me show you what I mean on your foot."
"What?"
"Give me your foot, Miss know-it-all-nurse, and I'll demonstrate the pain."
Judy looked at him, thinking, but Pete didn't give her a choice. He smoothly reached down and lifted her left foot onto his lap. It looked quite delicious in the pantyhose casing. He put one hand around her stocking ankle.
"When I've been standing for a while, it mostly hurts here..." he said as he stuck his index finger directly into the center of her arch.
"Mmpff." A surprised stifle.
"What?"
"That tickled!"
"Oh, some doctor you are!"
"I'm a nurse, and I should be looking at your foot!"
"And I'm a man, and you are in no position to be giving orders!" As he said this he pressed her ankle down onto his knee, and took all his fingertips to her stockinged arch...
"WHAAAAHAAAHAAASTAAAAAAHHHHHPHAHAHAHAHAHA.!!!!"
Pete couldn't believe it. Jackpot! He found what he was looking for, and the tickler in him kicked in. He trapped her nyloned foot between his legs, held on tight and tickled more.
"NOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHASTOPSTOPSTOP!!!!"
Judy threw herself back on the couch and tried to pry her foot out. She then realized that Pete was trying to get her other foot, so she bolted up and put her free foot flat on the floor. It wasn't like her to kick or punch, so instead she reached for his ribs, and tried to tickle him back. BIG mistake. Pete realized what she was trying, and grinned at her.
"Ohh, so you want to have a tickle fight, do you? Bring it on!"
"NoooOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAAAAA!!!!"
Pete went for her other foot, and pulled it up to his lap. In doing so, he slowly forced her off the couch and onto the floor. He grabbed an ankle with each hand, stood up, and sat back down with her squarely in front of him. He had her feet, ankles crossed, trapped between his legs. He took his nails to each trapped, helpless, pantyhosed arch. Judy arched her back off the floor when his fingers hit the fablric.
"WHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAA!!!'' She was trying to reach up to grab him...something...but didn't come close. Pete was now a locked-in tickler, trying to find a way to bring even louder laughter, these two beautiful stockinged feet right in front of him. He decided to hold one foot still with his left hand, and dig into the arch with his right.
"OOOOOOO" Judy's face was now just a big O of silent laughter. Pete tease her.
"Oh, does that tickle? Oh, do you want me to stop....?"
Judy could only nod her head with her mouth wide open. Pete might have tickled her all night, but suddenly, the sound of a garage door. Parents home. Funtime over. Peter went from tickling her feet to massaging the tops of them. Judy started to compose her heaving self, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. She then kicked at him. Hard. She then pulled her feet free, and stood up and glared at him. Pete put on his best 'who? me?' face.
Her father came in and went straight to the bathroom, but Judy's mom came into the living room and notice pillows and such flung about.
"What's going on in here?"
Judy had an angry answer:
"Pete was tickling my feet!"
Judy's mom, looked and Pete, and grinned.
"Yeah, my daughter's are all very, very sensitive."
End of Pete's Story------
Lori looked at Judy.
"Oh My God, I would die if someone did that to me. Wait, I thought you said he promised to never tickle you again."
"He did, the asshole. I was so mad at him, he promised me that night by saying 'Judy Murphy, I will never, ever tickle you again.'
"But he did tickle you again?"
"Yes. Mercilessly, like I said. But his out was, he promised to never tickle Judy Murphy. When we got married, I took his name. Judy Murphy was no more.
"Bastard."
__________________
Dr. Kim heard the whole story. She hated these women ever more now, if that were possible. She knew she could never smack them or hurt them. But as she sat there staring at her coffee cup, she knew she might be able to torture them.
Tickle-torture them.
(TO BE CONTINUED)....
-The first was tall and thin yet shapely. long, soft brown hair. 40-something. She was some kind of manager...she wore a smock over business type clothing.
- The other was maybe 10 years older...short blonde hair...stout, but not fat. Handsome. She was a dietary specialist.
- And of course I noticed something else (that I thought was extinct in this world!)...they were both wearing nude/tan nylons. I swear to the old Gods and the new. One had flat dress shoes, the other had clog-type shoes but closed in the back...I saw plenty of nylon. So, I got to thinking... (posting now, will spellcheck later!)
Part 1.
Dr. Kim hated the world. Everyone and everything. She hated her job as a resident surgeon (her family's idea, not hers...so she hated her family as well). She hated men, and she hated women, mostly because she was trying to force herself to like men and deny her attraction to women. She was single, so she hated anyone in a relationship. She was so mean she even hated dogs.
On this night, she was in the hospital cafeteria, waiting for her shift to end. Almost nothing happened in her end of the hospital between 9-11pm. She hated working second shift, of course. And she hated the women at the next table ignoring her. She wished she could smack them and tell them to shut up. Lori and Judy were great friends. They had worked well together for over 20 years, and were friends away from work. They were both married and happy (although for the older Judy it was the second time), so Dr. Kim REALLY hated them and wished they would go away. Painfully. She was forced to listen to their horrible conversation at the next table.
Judy was saying..
"Hey, I saw this thing online today. It was like a 'Judge Judy Divorce Court', but in Spanish. A woman was divorcing her husband, and one of the charges was 'cruelty by tickling'."
"Get out!"
"It had captions while they talked, but I think it said he actually tied her to the bed and tickled her for hours as a punishment."
"Just when you think you've heard it all..."
"I wish I had know I could sue for that when I was divorcing Pete. He used to tickle me mercilessly. Mercilessly."
"Another reason you never should have married him."
"But he didn't do it before we were married! Well, he did it once, but he promised to never do it again. And he never did, until we were married."
"I am sooooo ticklish. I couldn't handle being punished by tickling."
"I remember the first time he ever got me, like it was last week. So helpless, laughing until my throat hurt, tears running down my cheeks..."
Pete's Story-----------
Judy and Pete were dating, and everything was going great. They both kind of knew where this was going. But Pete had a secret. He was a tickler. Plain and simple, he love to tickle women. The strange thing was, he had no idea if Judy was even ticklish. He felt that he might turn a girl off if he tickle-attacked her too early in the relationship. And as much as he already cared for her, he wasn't sure he could make a lifetime commitment to a non-ticklish woman. So, he found out...
Pete and Judy were alone at her parents house. Her parents always went out to dinner on Friday night, and Pete knew this. They sat together on the couch...Judy was still in her scrubs, but she had left her nursing-sneakers at the door. She was in her sheer-nude-stockinged size-8 feet. Pete was in his jeans and sweat socks, and started to rub one of them.
"Did you hurt your foot?" asked Judy.
"Yeah. I mean...it's annoying, but not really hurt. I think it happened playing basketball the other night. And the pain kind of moves around."
"Let me see."
"There's nothing to see. No bruise or redness. I can only feel it."
"Let me see."
Pete pauses, looking impatient. "Let me show you what I mean on your foot."
"What?"
"Give me your foot, Miss know-it-all-nurse, and I'll demonstrate the pain."
Judy looked at him, thinking, but Pete didn't give her a choice. He smoothly reached down and lifted her left foot onto his lap. It looked quite delicious in the pantyhose casing. He put one hand around her stocking ankle.
"When I've been standing for a while, it mostly hurts here..." he said as he stuck his index finger directly into the center of her arch.
"Mmpff." A surprised stifle.
"What?"
"That tickled!"
"Oh, some doctor you are!"
"I'm a nurse, and I should be looking at your foot!"
"And I'm a man, and you are in no position to be giving orders!" As he said this he pressed her ankle down onto his knee, and took all his fingertips to her stockinged arch...
"WHAAAAHAAAHAAASTAAAAAAHHHHHPHAHAHAHAHAHA.!!!!"
Pete couldn't believe it. Jackpot! He found what he was looking for, and the tickler in him kicked in. He trapped her nyloned foot between his legs, held on tight and tickled more.
"NOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHASTOPSTOPSTOP!!!!"
Judy threw herself back on the couch and tried to pry her foot out. She then realized that Pete was trying to get her other foot, so she bolted up and put her free foot flat on the floor. It wasn't like her to kick or punch, so instead she reached for his ribs, and tried to tickle him back. BIG mistake. Pete realized what she was trying, and grinned at her.
"Ohh, so you want to have a tickle fight, do you? Bring it on!"
"NoooOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAAAAA!!!!"
Pete went for her other foot, and pulled it up to his lap. In doing so, he slowly forced her off the couch and onto the floor. He grabbed an ankle with each hand, stood up, and sat back down with her squarely in front of him. He had her feet, ankles crossed, trapped between his legs. He took his nails to each trapped, helpless, pantyhosed arch. Judy arched her back off the floor when his fingers hit the fablric.
"WHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAA!!!'' She was trying to reach up to grab him...something...but didn't come close. Pete was now a locked-in tickler, trying to find a way to bring even louder laughter, these two beautiful stockinged feet right in front of him. He decided to hold one foot still with his left hand, and dig into the arch with his right.
"OOOOOOO" Judy's face was now just a big O of silent laughter. Pete tease her.
"Oh, does that tickle? Oh, do you want me to stop....?"
Judy could only nod her head with her mouth wide open. Pete might have tickled her all night, but suddenly, the sound of a garage door. Parents home. Funtime over. Peter went from tickling her feet to massaging the tops of them. Judy started to compose her heaving self, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. She then kicked at him. Hard. She then pulled her feet free, and stood up and glared at him. Pete put on his best 'who? me?' face.
Her father came in and went straight to the bathroom, but Judy's mom came into the living room and notice pillows and such flung about.
"What's going on in here?"
Judy had an angry answer:
"Pete was tickling my feet!"
Judy's mom, looked and Pete, and grinned.
"Yeah, my daughter's are all very, very sensitive."
End of Pete's Story------
Lori looked at Judy.
"Oh My God, I would die if someone did that to me. Wait, I thought you said he promised to never tickle you again."
"He did, the asshole. I was so mad at him, he promised me that night by saying 'Judy Murphy, I will never, ever tickle you again.'
"But he did tickle you again?"
"Yes. Mercilessly, like I said. But his out was, he promised to never tickle Judy Murphy. When we got married, I took his name. Judy Murphy was no more.
"Bastard."
__________________
Dr. Kim heard the whole story. She hated these women ever more now, if that were possible. She knew she could never smack them or hurt them. But as she sat there staring at her coffee cup, she knew she might be able to torture them.
Tickle-torture them.
(TO BE CONTINUED)....
