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Here is the final part of Chapter 14 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 14: Prep Week, Day 4: Part 4
Jen did not have to dream up what the courtyard at Rebecca’s apartment complex would look like for long, as the T cart soon pulled up to her temporary home. Although Jen was just as excited to see the expected tickling contraption today as yesterday, she approached the door at the same pace as Rebecca, containing her reactions just in case they were not fulfilled. Her host led her back to the apartment first, instructing Jen to change into a bikini. Jen went to her room without hesitation and got into a green bikini, and then she headed back out to see her host, who had not changed into similarly revealing clothes. Once Jen was back out and looked ready to be tickled, her host led her in the direction of the Fun Lobby, passing it in favor of heading outside. The courtyard was basically the same as Jen had envisioned it: several different tickling devices were available to lock residents or guests in, with just a few occupied. In addition, the area below each restraining device had drawers, which Jen assumed were for storing tickle tools. Lastly, Jen saw that there were grills and other outdoor equipment, something that she did not expect to see in this area, especially given all the distracting laughter that was already present in the courtyard.
“Welcome to our apartment complex courtyard,” Rebecca proclaimed over the laughter coming from the ticklees already tied up. “As I told you before, this area is mostly used in the summer for ticklings and barbeques. These racks and stocks and other tickling devices are used for punishing troublesome residents or tickling volunteers or tickle slaves. After meeting you, I figured you would want a turn in one of the residential racks that we have out here. If you’re ready, I’ll lock you in.”
As Rebecca finished talking, Jen was already on her way to one of the racks, eagerly sitting down on it and placing her ankles and wrists in position to be tied up. Her host quickly followed her over and applied the bondage, stretching Jen out until she was very vulnerable. “How do I look?” Jen wondered when she was secured.
“Very exposed, and very ticklish,” Rebecca commented as she circled the ticklee’s bellybutton with a fingernail, drawing some giggles from her guest. “Okay, Jen, I’ve got to go work for a little bit; have fun here.”
“Wait, you’re leaving?” Jen was incredulous, having expected Rebecca to at least help with her tickling.
“Yes, I have work to do,” Rebecca affirmed. “I’ll keep an eye on the security cameras, but these racks are for public tickling. I want to make sure you’re available for that. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
With that, Rebecca headed off, leaving Jen bewildered. ‘So, she’s just going to leave me here for anyone to tickle?’ Jen internally wondered. ‘I guess I thought she’d stay and tickle me, in addition to anyone else who happened to pass by and wanted to make me laugh. Oh well, her loss. I’ll have fun, whether or not she participates. And I’ll probably get to meet some new people while I’m locked up here. Maybe this will even be a good learning experience for me; I’m sure that other apartments, including where Maddie and I will…”
“AHAHAHA!” Jen was taken right out of her thoughts by a fingernail running up her exposed sole.
“Hi!” a tickler greeted Jen from by her feet.
“Ohohoho hihihihi thehehehere,” Jen giggled out a response as she took a look down at her tickler.
“You’ve got ticklish feet,” the tickler playfully stated as she lightly tickled Jen’s feet with her fingernails. “How’d you get here?”
“Uhuhuhuh, whahahat?” Jen easily questioned through her giggles.
“How’d you get in the rack?” the tickler clarified. “I’m pretty sure you’re not a tickle slave since I don’t see anyone who looks like they’re from the training academy around. Are you a resident here who’s being punished, or are you a volunteer who just wanted some tickles?”
“Ohoho a volunteheheer,” Jen answered.
“So, you like being tickled?” Jen’s tickler seemed to be happy to use light tickles to allow her ticklee to easily speak with her.
“Yehehes I dohohoho,” Jen replied. “It’s fuhuhuhun.”
“Cool!” the tickler declared, intensifying the tickling just slightly. “Well, I hate to say this, but I can’t stay for a long time. I just wanted to come out here and give someone some laughs.” She continued to tickle Jen’s soles for another minute before stopping. “Well, thanks for giggling for me. I’ve got to go, but have fun getting tickled more!”
“Thanks for stopping by!” Jen called out as her tickler waved and left. Once her tickler was out of sight, Jen quietly admitted, “Well, that was fun. I wonder if I’ll get someone else to tickle me soon?”
Hearing the laughter around her from the other ticklees in the courtyard, Jen decided to try and make herself look more tickleable. She wiggled around slightly and arched her back as much as she could, trying to make her torso a tempting target for a tickler. A finger probed Jen’s side when the bound woman was looking the other way, and Jen again squealed in response to the quick tickle.
“Well, hello there, Miss ticklish one,” the tickler sounded devious as Jen turned to face her. “You look really ticklish on your upper body. Is that true?”
“Hi, and yes,” Jen informed her tickler.
Jen’s tickler smiled down at her, a small glint in her eye hinting that she might be scheming of something. “And where on this delightfully ticklish upper body would you say is most ticklish?” the tickler asked, wiggling her fingers in the air above Jen, moving from her neck to her hips and back.
“My belly,” Jen answered matter-of-factly.
“Interesting,” Jen’s new companion moved her fingers over her midriff, wiggling them about an inch above the tickle spot that Jen loved.
“AHA!” Jen let out a shocked laugh when the fingers dove into her ribs after a minute of hovering over her midsection.
“Sorry, I know I asked for your most ticklish spot up here, but I just really wanted a rack of ribs right now,” the tickler half-apologized. “And these seem to be pretty ticklish, anyways.”
“WEHEHELL YEHEHES!” Jen admitted through her laughter, which had died down to its normal level for rib tickling. “IHIHIHITS AHAHA GOHOHOHOOD SPOHOHOT!”
“Yes, yes, I can see that your ribs are fairly ticklish,” the tickler noted. “How about these armpits?”
The fingers changed from wiggling across the ribs to poking one armpit at a time, leading Jen’s laughter to also switch. “AH AHA AH OH AH HA AH!” Jen let out a short, crisp laugh at each armpit poke.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle your armpits!” Jen’s tickler teased. “You’ve got ticklish armpits! Not too ticklish, but I can tell that you’re definitely tickle-ticklish.”
“AH hehehe AHAH hehe ihihihit ti-AH-hicklehes!” Jen began mixing giggles in with her armpit-poke-induced shrieks. Very soon, she realized that the giggles were coming from the new tickler at her feet, who was using feathers to tickle her toes.
“Somebody’s got ticklish feetsies!” a new voice entered the teasing fray. “We’re going to tickle you!”
“Hi, thanks for joining!” the armpit tickler addressed her foot-tickling companion. “Way to keep her giggling!”
“Hehehehehe AH thihihis tihihicklehehes AH aha lohohot!” Jen continued her end of the conversation, often paused by another poke in an armpit.
“I bet it does, honey,” the armpit tickler commented, a devious smirk now covering her face. Turning to the other tickler, she proposed, “How about we take this tickling up a notch? She told me her most ticklish spot.”
“Oh, do tell,” the foot tickler slowed down the speed of the feathers.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEP THAHAHAHATS IHIHIHIT!” Jen’s laughter immediately kicked up quite a bit when the armpit tickler moved down to her bare belly. It only increased when the feathers from her feet moved up to brush against her side. “THAHAHAHAT REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“Oh, wow, I didn’t know she was this ticklish up here,” the person who Jen thought was her original tickler announced. “She said this was a hot spot, but wow.”
“Yeah, this is one ticklish tummy,” the other tickler commented. Jen could just barely hear the two over her laughter: they were not making any special efforts to be heard like previous ticklers.
“THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS SOHOHOHO GREHEHEHEAT!” Jen commented through her laughter, making sure her ticklers knew she was having fun.
“Well, I guess that answers that question,” one of the ticklers stated as fingers and feathers roamed around the exposed abdomen. “She must be a volunteer; I don’t think anyone else would admit to having fun while getting such a ticklish spot tickled.”
The tickler with the feathers leaned in closer to Jen’s face and teasingly whispered, “Is that right, my pretty ticklee? Are you a ticklish volunteer who wanted this?”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHI AHAHAHAM!” Jen confirmed as she laughed. “IHIHIHI LOHOHOVE THIHIHIS!”
“Well, then I guess we’ll just have to keep going,” the tickler stated as she returned to her feathering.
Before long, a finger targeted inside Jen’s tickle button, and she let out a shriek, “AHAHA THEHEHE BUHUHUAHAHATTOHOHON!”
“Ooh, I think we have a ticklish bellybutton on the rack,” one of the ticklers, presumably the one who had just tickled Jen’s navel, proclaimed. “Hey, what’s great for bellybuttons?”
“Feathers and fingers can work fine, but I’ve heard that paintbrushes work wonders,” came the response from the other tickler. “Or maybe an electric flosser. I think you can fit both of those tools in there. I’m sure it will drive her crazy.”
“Alright, let’s see how right you are,” someone said as the fingers left Jen’s midsection. With the feathers still tickling, Jen did not stop laughing, although her laughter dropped a tiny bit. Suddenly, Jen felt someone sit down on top of her legs, putting themselves in perfect position to get her bellybutton. “How much does this tickle?”
“AHAHAHA IHIHIT AHAHAHA LOHOHOHOT AHAHAHAHA!” Jen began a sentence, but she was quickly overwhelmed by the feeling of a flosser and paintbrush on her most ticklish spot. With no external motivation to keep up the conversation, Jen easily surrendered to the tickling, squeaking out only the short description before her head fell back into the rack’s pillow and she let herself just laugh.
“Oh, yeah, this was a great suggestion.” Jen guessed that came from her navel tickler. As Jen’s laughter began to drown out her ticklers, they continued to tickle and tease her, with Jen off and on hearing a word or two from them. The belly ticklers were joined later by someone who tickled the side that had been left alone, and before too long, Jen received attention on other spots of her body. Tickle tools and fingers found every single tickle spot she had, although Jen barely felt anything outside of her ticklish torso.
After a long gang tickling, the tickles began to settle down until fingers were lightly tapping all over her bikini-clad body. Spot by spot, the fingers exited her body, eventually just leaving her with nails tickling her midriff, and then those left. Jen breathed heavily as she looked up, seeing that the gang ticklers that had been working her over were still there. “Alright, you can all go on and find different ticklees; the time she volunteered for is up,” Rebecca’s commanding voice came into Jen’s ear. The people around the racked-up ticklee slowly dispersed, and her host came into view. “Okay, Jen, I think you’ve been here long enough.” Rebecca began to undo the bondage that held Jen in place, and then she helped the former ticklee up. The host led her visitor back to their apartment, with Jen leaning on Rebecca the entire way. When they reached Jen’s temporary home, her host took her over to the table and set her down, serving dinner for the two. “I figured you might be hungry after that gang-tickling you got.”
“Th-tha-thanks,” Jen slightly stuttered as she reached for her water cup. After having some food and water, the energy began to return to the exhausted ticklee. “Whew, that sure was an experience.”
“I hope it was a good one,” Rebecca dictated as the two ate.
“Yeah, it was fun,” Jen confirmed. “It was just… a lot after a while. Gang tickles can really take it out of you.”
“I bet,” Rebecca smiled. “Are you feeling alright, Jen?”
“Yes, I’m good now,” Jen responded, pointing to her food. “I just needed some of this, and I’ll be fine.” After this, the two spoke more about that day and the days ahead, settling into a calm conversation. Once dinner was finished, Jen excused herself to go text Maddie.
“Hi, Maddie! I’ve got great news!” Jen began her conversation with her best friend.
“What is it? What is it?” Maddie acted excited in her reply.
“I’m coming back there in a week!” Jen texted the good news.
“EEEEEEEE!” Maddie sent back to Jen, who immediately returned the excitement by copying and sending the exclamation back.
“I’m so excited to see you, Jen!” read the first part of the text Maddie sent back after the exclamations. “I can’t wait for it! Give me all the details.”
“Well, the people who I’m working for are finishing up some of my basic training, and they want me to come get you and bring you back,” Jen started. “They want to see how good of a tickler you are so they can potentially hire you, so they’re sending me over there to get you.” Jen proceeded to give the name of a place that they could meet near the port.
Another round of excited EEEEEEEE’s followed this text before Maddie actually responded to Jen’s meeting proposal.
“I’ll be there, Jen, but don’t think that offering me a job is going to get you out of the tickling you’re owed.” It appeared that Maddie had not forgotten that Jen left without telling her again. “You’ve even picked a great place for that tickling. Oh, and there will be Q-tips there.”
“I wouldn’t dream that you’d forget that, but please, no Q-tips,” Jen texted back her best friend, slightly worried that Maddie would tickle torture her when they met. “I really didn’t mean to do it, so please, be nice. Please, Maddie.”
“I’ll consider it, but you really got me worried, so no promises,” Maddie declared. “But I’m so excited to see you again, Jen! I’m jumping right now, I’m so happy!”
“So am I!” Jen squealed with excitement as she typed the text. “So, anything interesting going on there?”
With that, the conversation returned to a relatively normal one, with the occasional excited outburst from both participants. They continued texting until Jen’s phone informed her that it was getting late, notably before Rebecca had time to come in and tickle Jen. She informed Maddie that she had to go for the night, and the two ended the conversation with more excited outbursts about getting together.
Bubbly and bouncing, Jen left her room to get ready to go to bed. When she saw Rebecca lost in a book on the couch, however, that bubbly and bouncing feeling turned to mischievousness. She snuck over and paid Rebecca back for the earlier ticklings that her host had given her, wiggling ten fingers on the two bare feet that had been left unprotected. Shrieking, Rebecca yanked her feet back, setting down her book and noticing Jen. The host slowly slid her feet off the couch, moving to a sitting position, while eyeing her mischievous visitor. Once Jen turned around, two arms wrapped around her in a hug, and Rebecca pulled her back onto the couch. For her surprise attack on her host’s bare feet, Jen received a thorough tummy tickling, focused on the more ticklish center of her midsection. Jen did manage to get in a few fleeting tickles on Rebecca’s upper body, but her host was in control for the vast majority of the time. After several minutes of tickles, Rebecca let her guest go, a confident smirk covering the former’s face. Jen offered up a smile before informing Rebecca she was heading to bed. Once she finished getting ready and slid into bed, the bouncy, excited attitude kept Jen up for a while. After a long time of shifting around in her bed, Jen finally settled down enough to sleep, and even then, her excitement filled her dreams with images of meeting her best friend.
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Chapter 14: Prep Week, Day 4: Part 4
Jen did not have to dream up what the courtyard at Rebecca’s apartment complex would look like for long, as the T cart soon pulled up to her temporary home. Although Jen was just as excited to see the expected tickling contraption today as yesterday, she approached the door at the same pace as Rebecca, containing her reactions just in case they were not fulfilled. Her host led her back to the apartment first, instructing Jen to change into a bikini. Jen went to her room without hesitation and got into a green bikini, and then she headed back out to see her host, who had not changed into similarly revealing clothes. Once Jen was back out and looked ready to be tickled, her host led her in the direction of the Fun Lobby, passing it in favor of heading outside. The courtyard was basically the same as Jen had envisioned it: several different tickling devices were available to lock residents or guests in, with just a few occupied. In addition, the area below each restraining device had drawers, which Jen assumed were for storing tickle tools. Lastly, Jen saw that there were grills and other outdoor equipment, something that she did not expect to see in this area, especially given all the distracting laughter that was already present in the courtyard.
“Welcome to our apartment complex courtyard,” Rebecca proclaimed over the laughter coming from the ticklees already tied up. “As I told you before, this area is mostly used in the summer for ticklings and barbeques. These racks and stocks and other tickling devices are used for punishing troublesome residents or tickling volunteers or tickle slaves. After meeting you, I figured you would want a turn in one of the residential racks that we have out here. If you’re ready, I’ll lock you in.”
As Rebecca finished talking, Jen was already on her way to one of the racks, eagerly sitting down on it and placing her ankles and wrists in position to be tied up. Her host quickly followed her over and applied the bondage, stretching Jen out until she was very vulnerable. “How do I look?” Jen wondered when she was secured.
“Very exposed, and very ticklish,” Rebecca commented as she circled the ticklee’s bellybutton with a fingernail, drawing some giggles from her guest. “Okay, Jen, I’ve got to go work for a little bit; have fun here.”
“Wait, you’re leaving?” Jen was incredulous, having expected Rebecca to at least help with her tickling.
“Yes, I have work to do,” Rebecca affirmed. “I’ll keep an eye on the security cameras, but these racks are for public tickling. I want to make sure you’re available for that. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
With that, Rebecca headed off, leaving Jen bewildered. ‘So, she’s just going to leave me here for anyone to tickle?’ Jen internally wondered. ‘I guess I thought she’d stay and tickle me, in addition to anyone else who happened to pass by and wanted to make me laugh. Oh well, her loss. I’ll have fun, whether or not she participates. And I’ll probably get to meet some new people while I’m locked up here. Maybe this will even be a good learning experience for me; I’m sure that other apartments, including where Maddie and I will…”
“AHAHAHA!” Jen was taken right out of her thoughts by a fingernail running up her exposed sole.
“Hi!” a tickler greeted Jen from by her feet.
“Ohohoho hihihihi thehehehere,” Jen giggled out a response as she took a look down at her tickler.
“You’ve got ticklish feet,” the tickler playfully stated as she lightly tickled Jen’s feet with her fingernails. “How’d you get here?”
“Uhuhuhuh, whahahat?” Jen easily questioned through her giggles.
“How’d you get in the rack?” the tickler clarified. “I’m pretty sure you’re not a tickle slave since I don’t see anyone who looks like they’re from the training academy around. Are you a resident here who’s being punished, or are you a volunteer who just wanted some tickles?”
“Ohoho a volunteheheer,” Jen answered.
“So, you like being tickled?” Jen’s tickler seemed to be happy to use light tickles to allow her ticklee to easily speak with her.
“Yehehes I dohohoho,” Jen replied. “It’s fuhuhuhun.”
“Cool!” the tickler declared, intensifying the tickling just slightly. “Well, I hate to say this, but I can’t stay for a long time. I just wanted to come out here and give someone some laughs.” She continued to tickle Jen’s soles for another minute before stopping. “Well, thanks for giggling for me. I’ve got to go, but have fun getting tickled more!”
“Thanks for stopping by!” Jen called out as her tickler waved and left. Once her tickler was out of sight, Jen quietly admitted, “Well, that was fun. I wonder if I’ll get someone else to tickle me soon?”
Hearing the laughter around her from the other ticklees in the courtyard, Jen decided to try and make herself look more tickleable. She wiggled around slightly and arched her back as much as she could, trying to make her torso a tempting target for a tickler. A finger probed Jen’s side when the bound woman was looking the other way, and Jen again squealed in response to the quick tickle.
“Well, hello there, Miss ticklish one,” the tickler sounded devious as Jen turned to face her. “You look really ticklish on your upper body. Is that true?”
“Hi, and yes,” Jen informed her tickler.
Jen’s tickler smiled down at her, a small glint in her eye hinting that she might be scheming of something. “And where on this delightfully ticklish upper body would you say is most ticklish?” the tickler asked, wiggling her fingers in the air above Jen, moving from her neck to her hips and back.
“My belly,” Jen answered matter-of-factly.
“Interesting,” Jen’s new companion moved her fingers over her midriff, wiggling them about an inch above the tickle spot that Jen loved.
“AHA!” Jen let out a shocked laugh when the fingers dove into her ribs after a minute of hovering over her midsection.
“Sorry, I know I asked for your most ticklish spot up here, but I just really wanted a rack of ribs right now,” the tickler half-apologized. “And these seem to be pretty ticklish, anyways.”
“WEHEHELL YEHEHES!” Jen admitted through her laughter, which had died down to its normal level for rib tickling. “IHIHIHITS AHAHA GOHOHOHOOD SPOHOHOT!”
“Yes, yes, I can see that your ribs are fairly ticklish,” the tickler noted. “How about these armpits?”
The fingers changed from wiggling across the ribs to poking one armpit at a time, leading Jen’s laughter to also switch. “AH AHA AH OH AH HA AH!” Jen let out a short, crisp laugh at each armpit poke.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle your armpits!” Jen’s tickler teased. “You’ve got ticklish armpits! Not too ticklish, but I can tell that you’re definitely tickle-ticklish.”
“AH hehehe AHAH hehe ihihihit ti-AH-hicklehes!” Jen began mixing giggles in with her armpit-poke-induced shrieks. Very soon, she realized that the giggles were coming from the new tickler at her feet, who was using feathers to tickle her toes.
“Somebody’s got ticklish feetsies!” a new voice entered the teasing fray. “We’re going to tickle you!”
“Hi, thanks for joining!” the armpit tickler addressed her foot-tickling companion. “Way to keep her giggling!”
“Hehehehehe AH thihihis tihihicklehehes AH aha lohohot!” Jen continued her end of the conversation, often paused by another poke in an armpit.
“I bet it does, honey,” the armpit tickler commented, a devious smirk now covering her face. Turning to the other tickler, she proposed, “How about we take this tickling up a notch? She told me her most ticklish spot.”
“Oh, do tell,” the foot tickler slowed down the speed of the feathers.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEP THAHAHAHATS IHIHIHIT!” Jen’s laughter immediately kicked up quite a bit when the armpit tickler moved down to her bare belly. It only increased when the feathers from her feet moved up to brush against her side. “THAHAHAHAT REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“Oh, wow, I didn’t know she was this ticklish up here,” the person who Jen thought was her original tickler announced. “She said this was a hot spot, but wow.”
“Yeah, this is one ticklish tummy,” the other tickler commented. Jen could just barely hear the two over her laughter: they were not making any special efforts to be heard like previous ticklers.
“THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS SOHOHOHO GREHEHEHEAT!” Jen commented through her laughter, making sure her ticklers knew she was having fun.
“Well, I guess that answers that question,” one of the ticklers stated as fingers and feathers roamed around the exposed abdomen. “She must be a volunteer; I don’t think anyone else would admit to having fun while getting such a ticklish spot tickled.”
The tickler with the feathers leaned in closer to Jen’s face and teasingly whispered, “Is that right, my pretty ticklee? Are you a ticklish volunteer who wanted this?”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHI AHAHAHAM!” Jen confirmed as she laughed. “IHIHIHI LOHOHOVE THIHIHIS!”
“Well, then I guess we’ll just have to keep going,” the tickler stated as she returned to her feathering.
Before long, a finger targeted inside Jen’s tickle button, and she let out a shriek, “AHAHA THEHEHE BUHUHUAHAHATTOHOHON!”
“Ooh, I think we have a ticklish bellybutton on the rack,” one of the ticklers, presumably the one who had just tickled Jen’s navel, proclaimed. “Hey, what’s great for bellybuttons?”
“Feathers and fingers can work fine, but I’ve heard that paintbrushes work wonders,” came the response from the other tickler. “Or maybe an electric flosser. I think you can fit both of those tools in there. I’m sure it will drive her crazy.”
“Alright, let’s see how right you are,” someone said as the fingers left Jen’s midsection. With the feathers still tickling, Jen did not stop laughing, although her laughter dropped a tiny bit. Suddenly, Jen felt someone sit down on top of her legs, putting themselves in perfect position to get her bellybutton. “How much does this tickle?”
“AHAHAHA IHIHIT AHAHAHA LOHOHOHOT AHAHAHAHA!” Jen began a sentence, but she was quickly overwhelmed by the feeling of a flosser and paintbrush on her most ticklish spot. With no external motivation to keep up the conversation, Jen easily surrendered to the tickling, squeaking out only the short description before her head fell back into the rack’s pillow and she let herself just laugh.
“Oh, yeah, this was a great suggestion.” Jen guessed that came from her navel tickler. As Jen’s laughter began to drown out her ticklers, they continued to tickle and tease her, with Jen off and on hearing a word or two from them. The belly ticklers were joined later by someone who tickled the side that had been left alone, and before too long, Jen received attention on other spots of her body. Tickle tools and fingers found every single tickle spot she had, although Jen barely felt anything outside of her ticklish torso.
After a long gang tickling, the tickles began to settle down until fingers were lightly tapping all over her bikini-clad body. Spot by spot, the fingers exited her body, eventually just leaving her with nails tickling her midriff, and then those left. Jen breathed heavily as she looked up, seeing that the gang ticklers that had been working her over were still there. “Alright, you can all go on and find different ticklees; the time she volunteered for is up,” Rebecca’s commanding voice came into Jen’s ear. The people around the racked-up ticklee slowly dispersed, and her host came into view. “Okay, Jen, I think you’ve been here long enough.” Rebecca began to undo the bondage that held Jen in place, and then she helped the former ticklee up. The host led her visitor back to their apartment, with Jen leaning on Rebecca the entire way. When they reached Jen’s temporary home, her host took her over to the table and set her down, serving dinner for the two. “I figured you might be hungry after that gang-tickling you got.”
“Th-tha-thanks,” Jen slightly stuttered as she reached for her water cup. After having some food and water, the energy began to return to the exhausted ticklee. “Whew, that sure was an experience.”
“I hope it was a good one,” Rebecca dictated as the two ate.
“Yeah, it was fun,” Jen confirmed. “It was just… a lot after a while. Gang tickles can really take it out of you.”
“I bet,” Rebecca smiled. “Are you feeling alright, Jen?”
“Yes, I’m good now,” Jen responded, pointing to her food. “I just needed some of this, and I’ll be fine.” After this, the two spoke more about that day and the days ahead, settling into a calm conversation. Once dinner was finished, Jen excused herself to go text Maddie.
“Hi, Maddie! I’ve got great news!” Jen began her conversation with her best friend.
“What is it? What is it?” Maddie acted excited in her reply.
“I’m coming back there in a week!” Jen texted the good news.
“EEEEEEEE!” Maddie sent back to Jen, who immediately returned the excitement by copying and sending the exclamation back.
“I’m so excited to see you, Jen!” read the first part of the text Maddie sent back after the exclamations. “I can’t wait for it! Give me all the details.”
“Well, the people who I’m working for are finishing up some of my basic training, and they want me to come get you and bring you back,” Jen started. “They want to see how good of a tickler you are so they can potentially hire you, so they’re sending me over there to get you.” Jen proceeded to give the name of a place that they could meet near the port.
Another round of excited EEEEEEEE’s followed this text before Maddie actually responded to Jen’s meeting proposal.
“I’ll be there, Jen, but don’t think that offering me a job is going to get you out of the tickling you’re owed.” It appeared that Maddie had not forgotten that Jen left without telling her again. “You’ve even picked a great place for that tickling. Oh, and there will be Q-tips there.”
“I wouldn’t dream that you’d forget that, but please, no Q-tips,” Jen texted back her best friend, slightly worried that Maddie would tickle torture her when they met. “I really didn’t mean to do it, so please, be nice. Please, Maddie.”
“I’ll consider it, but you really got me worried, so no promises,” Maddie declared. “But I’m so excited to see you again, Jen! I’m jumping right now, I’m so happy!”
“So am I!” Jen squealed with excitement as she typed the text. “So, anything interesting going on there?”
With that, the conversation returned to a relatively normal one, with the occasional excited outburst from both participants. They continued texting until Jen’s phone informed her that it was getting late, notably before Rebecca had time to come in and tickle Jen. She informed Maddie that she had to go for the night, and the two ended the conversation with more excited outbursts about getting together.
Bubbly and bouncing, Jen left her room to get ready to go to bed. When she saw Rebecca lost in a book on the couch, however, that bubbly and bouncing feeling turned to mischievousness. She snuck over and paid Rebecca back for the earlier ticklings that her host had given her, wiggling ten fingers on the two bare feet that had been left unprotected. Shrieking, Rebecca yanked her feet back, setting down her book and noticing Jen. The host slowly slid her feet off the couch, moving to a sitting position, while eyeing her mischievous visitor. Once Jen turned around, two arms wrapped around her in a hug, and Rebecca pulled her back onto the couch. For her surprise attack on her host’s bare feet, Jen received a thorough tummy tickling, focused on the more ticklish center of her midsection. Jen did manage to get in a few fleeting tickles on Rebecca’s upper body, but her host was in control for the vast majority of the time. After several minutes of tickles, Rebecca let her guest go, a confident smirk covering the former’s face. Jen offered up a smile before informing Rebecca she was heading to bed. Once she finished getting ready and slid into bed, the bouncy, excited attitude kept Jen up for a while. After a long time of shifting around in her bed, Jen finally settled down enough to sleep, and even then, her excitement filled her dreams with images of meeting her best friend.
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