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Here is part 4 of Chapter 21 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 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2, Part 3
“Wendy, you said we were getting a dress for Miss Maddie, too?” Desiree requested confirmation.
“Yes,” Wendy responded, and Maddie barely suppressed a jump for joy.
“Good; Miss Jen, you can take off that dress and put it in the bin on the right,” Desiree declared as she began looking Maddie over. “I’ve saved the cutout spots on the computer, and when we finish up with Maddie, I’ll put both your dresses in the modification machine.” A minute or so later, the store owner announced, “Alright, I’ll be back in a few minutes with some dresses for you to try on, Miss Maddie.”
“Thanks!” Maddie offered preemptive thanks to Desiree, and then she turned to see that a now cropped-top Jen was just as excited as she was.
“EEEEE! You’re going to look so beautiful in the dress!” Jen squealed, followed by Maddie. With Desiree gone, the two paid no attention to Wendy as they took a few jumps of joy. “I can’t wait until she gets back. I just know you’ll look perfect.”
“Me, either!” Maddie embraced Jen after both of them had calmed down enough to stay on the ground. “You looked so, so beautiful in those dresses.”
“And so will you,” Jen reassured Maddie through their excited embrace. With that, the high-energy conversation continued as Wendy looked on contentedly.
“Are we ready for Maddie to try on dresses?” Desiree questioned as she returned to the dressing room.
“Yes!” Maddie’s energy had not faded since the store’s owner had left.
“Here you go, Dress #1,” Desiree handed a pumped-up Maddie a dress.
Just like when Jen was trying on dresses, she and Maddie stood side by side while the latter tried on her dresses. Both best friends got a good look at the dresses up close, of course, and they used the mirror to see how the magnificent clothing looked from further away. After trying on the ten dresses that Desiree brought back and receiving comments from all the others in the room, Maddie chose to narrow her search down to Dresses #1, #4, and #8.
“Maddie, I’ve got to say, I think Dress #8 is the one,” Jen provided her opinion after her friend had modeled each of the final three dresses again.
“I agree; it’s definitely the best one,” Maddie agreed.
“All of them made you look very beautiful, Maddie, but you seemed to shine brighter in that one,” Wendy allowed. “Desiree, for modifications, I think we should cut out a small circle around Maddie’s bellybutton.”
“Oh, that,” Maddie was rather disappointed that her dress would be receiving tickling-enhancing modifications.
“It’ll be alright, Maddie,” Jen patted her downed friend’s shoulder. “I’ll be right beside you, with even more skin ready to be tickled.”
“And I think you should make a few circles around that cutout, to make it look like there’s a target on her bellybutton,” the Tickle Mistress proposed a much more far-reaching design.
“What? Making my bellybutton a target?” Maddie was shocked that her mentor would do such a thing.
“I’m going to get my computer so we can see how everything looks,” Desiree excused herself, sensing that her customers, especially Maddie, wanted more privacy at the moment.
“Why, yes, Maddie,” Wendy dictated firmly. “I think it would make you look even more beautiful in the dress. It’s just like the full belly cutout for Jen. Also, the target drawing is a fairly common design choice when the bellybutton is to be highlighted. Most people who are very ticklish on their belly, but especially ticklish on their bellybutton, will draw the circles with washable markers on their skin because the dress exposes their entire stomachs.”
“Are you sure about this?” Maddie seemed slightly more amenable to the idea, but she still had some doubts.
“I think you should look at it in the simulator, and then we can decide,” Wendy shut down the conversation, opening up the door to let Desiree back in.
“Okay, I’ll see what it looks like,” Maddie allowed as Desiree brought up her program.
“This is what the circular cutout looks like,” the store’s owner presented the initial modification on the dress to the group. “What do you think?”
“Not quite as bad as I thought it would be,” Maddie seemed surprised that she did not hate the idea of having just her navel exposed.
“Let’s see two circles on there,” Wendy pressed forward with the dress design.
“Here we are,” Desiree announced after two large grey circles were drawn around the cutout. “I made them grey so that you have to be closer to see them; that way, it won’t distract too much from Miss Maddie.”
“Okay, I think this can work,” Maddie actually appeared to like the dress drawing attention to her only ticklish spot. “Wendy, I can’t believe you were right about this. I love it!”
“Yeah, it looks like a normal dress, with just the cutout, from a distance,” Jen began her analysis. “And even when you get closer, it just looks cute with the target.”
“Can you draw one more circle right at the edge of the cutout?” Wendy suggested. Since that circle did not change anyone’s positive opinion of the dress, the Tickle Mistress then proclaimed, “Thank you, Desiree. We’ll buy them.”
“Wonderful, Wendy!” Desiree joined in the excitement that had already consumed Jen and Maddie. “I’ll get Lara to take these to the machine, and is there anything else I can help you three with?”
“Nothing else for today, but thank you, Desiree,” Wendy denied respectfully. “How about we head to the front to pay for these?”
“Of course, Wendy,” Desiree replied before she and Wendy resumed their small talk. Jen and Maddie followed, containing their excitement to a level they figured was acceptable for the store they were in.
“Jen, Maddie, you two can go out and get in the T cart,” Wendy ordered her two guests when the group reached the front. “I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” Jen took the keys that the Tickle Mistress presented, and she headed out with Maddie. “Why do you think she wanted us to go out?”
“Maybe the price of the dresses,” Maddie suggested. “But, let’s be honest, I don’t care right now. We looked so, so beautiful in those dresses!”
“They were amazing!” Jen forgot all about Wendy sending them outside once Maddie brought the dresses back up. “I loved even just trying them on; I felt like a princess!”
“Same,” Maddie eagerly responded as the two got in the back seats of the T cart. “I know Wendy said that she had a bunch of surprises for us today, and it sounds like they’ll be just as fun.”
“I’m sure they will,” Jen answered, reflecting on how much Wendy seemed to care about her and Maddie. “She’s been really good to both of us since we each got here.” With that, the conversation dwindled down to more mundane topics.
“Sorry for the wait, you two,” the Tickle Mistress came out within a few minutes, and Jen tossed her the keys. “Are you ready for your next surprise?”
“Could our next surprise be lunch, maybe?” Maddie requested, pause in her voice. “We spent a while in there.”
“Of course; do you want to go out or have my servants cook something?” Wendy agreed without hesitation.
“I’d like to go explore another restaurant,” Jen suggested. “Is there a barbecue place around?”
“If you both want it, I’ll take you to one,” Wendy announced, and Maddie immediately voiced her approval. “Alright, off to barbecue. You know, you two looked so beautiful in all of those dresses that you tried on.”
“Thanks for letting us try them on, and for getting us each one,” Jen thanked Wendy, and she was echoed by Maddie right away. “It really would have been fun enough just to try them on.”
“You two definitely seemed to be having fun with that, and I knew I made the right choice to get you them,” Wendy smiled as she looked back to the two in her mirror. “They’ll actually be ready later today, so you’ll probably have them before we get to moving everything into your new apartment.”
“Ooh, dresses to start the apartment off with; that sounds nice,” Maddie piped up happily. “Once again, thanks, Wendy. It was really nice of you to take us there.”
“No problem; now, I thought I heard something about your favorite sports teams when I got to the T cart,” Wendy changed the subject. “You were talking about basketball, if I recall?”
“Yep, our college’s teams did pretty well when we were there,” Jen spoke up, beginning a basketball conversation that would last until they reached the restaurant.
A little while later, Wendy parked the T cart, and the three looked towards the restaurant they had arrived at. “Bellies and Barbecue?” Maddie noted the name. “I see we’re back to the tickling-focused names.”
“That we are, and I assure you, they have great food here,” Wendy affirmed as the group exited the T cart and headed inside. “They’re also more of a country diner type of restaurant, just so you know.”
“Welcome to Bellies and Barbecue,” a hostess greeted them as they walked inside. “Table for three?”
“Yes, please,” Wendy confirmed, and the hostess grabbed the menus and motioned for them to follow. On the way, Jen and Maddie could not help that the hostess, as well as all the other employees scurrying around to serve customers, had T-shirts that were tied to show their stomachs.
“Here you are AHAHA!” the hostess showed the three a table, only to yelp when Wendy squeezed her bare sides. “Annabelle will be your server today, and she should be here soon. Have a wonderful meal.”
“She didn’t seem to be bothered at all by that side squeeze you gave her,” Maddie noted once the hostess was a safe distance away.
“They get it all the time; normally, it’d tickle a lot more,” Wendy explained. “I told Jen this when she first got to the Tickle Cartel, and you may have noticed it by now, but tickling is commonplace between customers and employees. It’s usually just a little tease on any skin that’s left exposed, to be playful. But if you don’t want to be tickled, you can ask whoever is tickling you to stop, and they’re usually pretty nice about it.”
“Okay,” Maddie stored the information for later.
“Howdy, everyone; my name is Annabelle, and I’ll be taking care of you today,” a cheery waitress came up to the table. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Water, please,” Jen requested the most basic drink there was.
“Same here,” Maddie echoed her best friend, and Wendy made it three cups of the hydrating drink.
“I’ll be right back with that,” Annabelle dictated after writing it all down on a notepad.
“Was she trying to show off her belly while we were ordering?” Jen referred to Annabelle’s subtle arching of her midsection towards Jen.
“I think so; you should feel free to give it a tickle when she comes back,” Wendy encouraged. “I’d advise you to tickle her after she puts all the waters down, though. It’ll give you a better chance of staying dry.”
“Okay,” Jen looked over to where Annabelle was gathering water cups. As the customer glanced over to her, the waitress happened to notice, and she winked at Jen and gave her the tiniest of tummy rolls. Confused but not disappointed at the obvious tease, the customer whipped around and began to look over the menu. “So, I suggested barbecue because I was really hoping to get some ribs.”
“I’ll get in on that,” Maddie immediately joined in. “Barbecue ribs are so tasty.”
“How much do you think you two will eat?” Wendy wondered. “I might just order them for all three of us.”
“I think a Number 12 medium would do for Maddie and me,” Jen showed the menu to Maddie, who agreed.
“I’ll get us a Number 12 large to share, then,” Wendy decided. “So, while we wait for Annabelle to…”
“Here are your waters, darlings,” Annabelle leaned her stomach right next to each and every customer as she delivered the water cups to the coasters at each place. “Have you decided what you want to eat yet, or would you like a few minutes to look over the menu?”
“We’ve decided,” Wendy declared, causing Annabelle to move from Maddie’s side of Jen to Wendy’s side. “We want a Number 12 large, and three plates.”
“NUHUHUMBEHER TWEHEHELVE!” Annabelle struggled to write the order down. With the waitress focusing on Wendy, Jen had taken the opportunity to tickle her torso, and it soon became clear that the teasing tummy was very ticklish. However, Annabelle persisted, and she continued, “LAHAHARGE, RIHIHIGHT?” Wendy nodded, and the waitress wrote something else down. Once the pencil came off the notepad, Jen ceased her tickles, and Annabelle let out a few residual giggles before announcing, “I’ll put your order in. In the meantime, call me over if you need more waters or someone to tickle.” She winked again at Jen before heading off towards the cooks.
Jen, Maddie, and Wendy all took advantage of Annabelle’s offer for abdomen tickling. Even when they actually did need water, they always poked and prodded the waitresses’ midsection while they were ordering and after she set the new cup down. However, that phase only lasted around ten minutes, and then the ribs were ready. The three gobbled down most of the meal, especially Jen and Maddie, whose energy had again been sapped by the rather intense apartment interview tickles.
While they ate, the Tickle Mistress took the chance to bring up tickling again, this time more directly. “So, I know I brought up tickles yesterday at lunch and ended up getting Jen tickled,” she announced. “I’m going to bring it up again, and one of you two might get tickled. Just a warning so there’s no surprise. Yesterday, we talked about how much Maddie tickled Jen before you came to the Tickle Cartel; now, Jen, I want to know how often you used to get Maddie back.”
“A little bit,” Jen allowed. “As you know, Maddie generally hates being tickled,” Maddie nodded along to affirm this, “even when I’m the one doing the tickling. Sometimes, I could get her in a good mood where she didn’t hate it so much. The most common situation where I tickled Maddie was when one of us instigated a tickle fight. That happened fairly often, and, like we said when we were before the Queen Mistress, we fought with everything we had each time. I’d say we’re close to even all-time, but I couldn’t tell you the specifics.”
“Yeah, Jen usually only tickles me to start a tickle fight or to cheer me up.” Because she was talking about her best friend, Maddie was significantly more comfortable than the previous times she had talked about being tickled. “She does it sometimes for punishment, but that’s rare compared to when she’s doing it nicely. And she can do it nicely because she knows how much I can take, and she always pays attention to not go past that.”
“Yep, I can just find your tickle button over and over again, and you don’t always hate me for it,” Jen nudged Maddie’s shoulder with her own.
“Yes, you can,” Maddie admitted, putting smiles on all three faces.
“That’s certainly fun,” Wendy chimed back in. “I will say, Maddie, that you’ll probably get tickled more around here than you did back home, and I’m sure that Jen will be a big part of that.”
“You bet I will,” Jen confirmed. “I love making her squeal, and I’m not giving that up when we’re on an entire island dedicated to tickling.”
“I’ll just have to get used to it and accept it as a consequence of getting to dish out more tickles,” Maddie hesitantly accepted the statement as she got out another BBQ sauce-covered rib. “I think it will be worth it.”
“It will,” Wendy reassured her more ticklee-reluctant mentee. “I hate being tickled, but I’ve had too much fun here to care about getting tickled every so often.” Maddie smiled at seeing a familiar attitude out of Wendy, and the three continued to talk about tickling and the Tickle Cartel until they finished their meal. Of course, while they were eating, Annabelle also came by several times and frequently found herself on the receiving end of tickles. When they had eaten the entire dish, Wendy paid, and then the three headed back out to the T cart.
“Alright, time for me to drive you to another surprise, so put the blindfolds on again,” Wendy tossed the blindfolds back to her guests, who reluctantly put them on before being restrained again. “And since you thought I’d tickle you the last time I took you to a surprise, I’ve decided to grant your request this time.”
“HEHEHEHEY!” Maddie burst into laughter as a feather lightly teased her tickle button.
“AHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHES WEHEHEHENDY!” Jen happily laughed, much louder than Maddie, as her stomach found itself under an army of feathers.
The Tickle Mistress smiled as she listened to the best friends, and then she pulled the T cart out of the parking lot towards her next surprise.
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Chapter 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2, Part 3
“Wendy, you said we were getting a dress for Miss Maddie, too?” Desiree requested confirmation.
“Yes,” Wendy responded, and Maddie barely suppressed a jump for joy.
“Good; Miss Jen, you can take off that dress and put it in the bin on the right,” Desiree declared as she began looking Maddie over. “I’ve saved the cutout spots on the computer, and when we finish up with Maddie, I’ll put both your dresses in the modification machine.” A minute or so later, the store owner announced, “Alright, I’ll be back in a few minutes with some dresses for you to try on, Miss Maddie.”
“Thanks!” Maddie offered preemptive thanks to Desiree, and then she turned to see that a now cropped-top Jen was just as excited as she was.
“EEEEE! You’re going to look so beautiful in the dress!” Jen squealed, followed by Maddie. With Desiree gone, the two paid no attention to Wendy as they took a few jumps of joy. “I can’t wait until she gets back. I just know you’ll look perfect.”
“Me, either!” Maddie embraced Jen after both of them had calmed down enough to stay on the ground. “You looked so, so beautiful in those dresses.”
“And so will you,” Jen reassured Maddie through their excited embrace. With that, the high-energy conversation continued as Wendy looked on contentedly.
“Are we ready for Maddie to try on dresses?” Desiree questioned as she returned to the dressing room.
“Yes!” Maddie’s energy had not faded since the store’s owner had left.
“Here you go, Dress #1,” Desiree handed a pumped-up Maddie a dress.
Just like when Jen was trying on dresses, she and Maddie stood side by side while the latter tried on her dresses. Both best friends got a good look at the dresses up close, of course, and they used the mirror to see how the magnificent clothing looked from further away. After trying on the ten dresses that Desiree brought back and receiving comments from all the others in the room, Maddie chose to narrow her search down to Dresses #1, #4, and #8.
“Maddie, I’ve got to say, I think Dress #8 is the one,” Jen provided her opinion after her friend had modeled each of the final three dresses again.
“I agree; it’s definitely the best one,” Maddie agreed.
“All of them made you look very beautiful, Maddie, but you seemed to shine brighter in that one,” Wendy allowed. “Desiree, for modifications, I think we should cut out a small circle around Maddie’s bellybutton.”
“Oh, that,” Maddie was rather disappointed that her dress would be receiving tickling-enhancing modifications.
“It’ll be alright, Maddie,” Jen patted her downed friend’s shoulder. “I’ll be right beside you, with even more skin ready to be tickled.”
“And I think you should make a few circles around that cutout, to make it look like there’s a target on her bellybutton,” the Tickle Mistress proposed a much more far-reaching design.
“What? Making my bellybutton a target?” Maddie was shocked that her mentor would do such a thing.
“I’m going to get my computer so we can see how everything looks,” Desiree excused herself, sensing that her customers, especially Maddie, wanted more privacy at the moment.
“Why, yes, Maddie,” Wendy dictated firmly. “I think it would make you look even more beautiful in the dress. It’s just like the full belly cutout for Jen. Also, the target drawing is a fairly common design choice when the bellybutton is to be highlighted. Most people who are very ticklish on their belly, but especially ticklish on their bellybutton, will draw the circles with washable markers on their skin because the dress exposes their entire stomachs.”
“Are you sure about this?” Maddie seemed slightly more amenable to the idea, but she still had some doubts.
“I think you should look at it in the simulator, and then we can decide,” Wendy shut down the conversation, opening up the door to let Desiree back in.
“Okay, I’ll see what it looks like,” Maddie allowed as Desiree brought up her program.
“This is what the circular cutout looks like,” the store’s owner presented the initial modification on the dress to the group. “What do you think?”
“Not quite as bad as I thought it would be,” Maddie seemed surprised that she did not hate the idea of having just her navel exposed.
“Let’s see two circles on there,” Wendy pressed forward with the dress design.
“Here we are,” Desiree announced after two large grey circles were drawn around the cutout. “I made them grey so that you have to be closer to see them; that way, it won’t distract too much from Miss Maddie.”
“Okay, I think this can work,” Maddie actually appeared to like the dress drawing attention to her only ticklish spot. “Wendy, I can’t believe you were right about this. I love it!”
“Yeah, it looks like a normal dress, with just the cutout, from a distance,” Jen began her analysis. “And even when you get closer, it just looks cute with the target.”
“Can you draw one more circle right at the edge of the cutout?” Wendy suggested. Since that circle did not change anyone’s positive opinion of the dress, the Tickle Mistress then proclaimed, “Thank you, Desiree. We’ll buy them.”
“Wonderful, Wendy!” Desiree joined in the excitement that had already consumed Jen and Maddie. “I’ll get Lara to take these to the machine, and is there anything else I can help you three with?”
“Nothing else for today, but thank you, Desiree,” Wendy denied respectfully. “How about we head to the front to pay for these?”
“Of course, Wendy,” Desiree replied before she and Wendy resumed their small talk. Jen and Maddie followed, containing their excitement to a level they figured was acceptable for the store they were in.
“Jen, Maddie, you two can go out and get in the T cart,” Wendy ordered her two guests when the group reached the front. “I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” Jen took the keys that the Tickle Mistress presented, and she headed out with Maddie. “Why do you think she wanted us to go out?”
“Maybe the price of the dresses,” Maddie suggested. “But, let’s be honest, I don’t care right now. We looked so, so beautiful in those dresses!”
“They were amazing!” Jen forgot all about Wendy sending them outside once Maddie brought the dresses back up. “I loved even just trying them on; I felt like a princess!”
“Same,” Maddie eagerly responded as the two got in the back seats of the T cart. “I know Wendy said that she had a bunch of surprises for us today, and it sounds like they’ll be just as fun.”
“I’m sure they will,” Jen answered, reflecting on how much Wendy seemed to care about her and Maddie. “She’s been really good to both of us since we each got here.” With that, the conversation dwindled down to more mundane topics.
“Sorry for the wait, you two,” the Tickle Mistress came out within a few minutes, and Jen tossed her the keys. “Are you ready for your next surprise?”
“Could our next surprise be lunch, maybe?” Maddie requested, pause in her voice. “We spent a while in there.”
“Of course; do you want to go out or have my servants cook something?” Wendy agreed without hesitation.
“I’d like to go explore another restaurant,” Jen suggested. “Is there a barbecue place around?”
“If you both want it, I’ll take you to one,” Wendy announced, and Maddie immediately voiced her approval. “Alright, off to barbecue. You know, you two looked so beautiful in all of those dresses that you tried on.”
“Thanks for letting us try them on, and for getting us each one,” Jen thanked Wendy, and she was echoed by Maddie right away. “It really would have been fun enough just to try them on.”
“You two definitely seemed to be having fun with that, and I knew I made the right choice to get you them,” Wendy smiled as she looked back to the two in her mirror. “They’ll actually be ready later today, so you’ll probably have them before we get to moving everything into your new apartment.”
“Ooh, dresses to start the apartment off with; that sounds nice,” Maddie piped up happily. “Once again, thanks, Wendy. It was really nice of you to take us there.”
“No problem; now, I thought I heard something about your favorite sports teams when I got to the T cart,” Wendy changed the subject. “You were talking about basketball, if I recall?”
“Yep, our college’s teams did pretty well when we were there,” Jen spoke up, beginning a basketball conversation that would last until they reached the restaurant.
A little while later, Wendy parked the T cart, and the three looked towards the restaurant they had arrived at. “Bellies and Barbecue?” Maddie noted the name. “I see we’re back to the tickling-focused names.”
“That we are, and I assure you, they have great food here,” Wendy affirmed as the group exited the T cart and headed inside. “They’re also more of a country diner type of restaurant, just so you know.”
“Welcome to Bellies and Barbecue,” a hostess greeted them as they walked inside. “Table for three?”
“Yes, please,” Wendy confirmed, and the hostess grabbed the menus and motioned for them to follow. On the way, Jen and Maddie could not help that the hostess, as well as all the other employees scurrying around to serve customers, had T-shirts that were tied to show their stomachs.
“Here you are AHAHA!” the hostess showed the three a table, only to yelp when Wendy squeezed her bare sides. “Annabelle will be your server today, and she should be here soon. Have a wonderful meal.”
“She didn’t seem to be bothered at all by that side squeeze you gave her,” Maddie noted once the hostess was a safe distance away.
“They get it all the time; normally, it’d tickle a lot more,” Wendy explained. “I told Jen this when she first got to the Tickle Cartel, and you may have noticed it by now, but tickling is commonplace between customers and employees. It’s usually just a little tease on any skin that’s left exposed, to be playful. But if you don’t want to be tickled, you can ask whoever is tickling you to stop, and they’re usually pretty nice about it.”
“Okay,” Maddie stored the information for later.
“Howdy, everyone; my name is Annabelle, and I’ll be taking care of you today,” a cheery waitress came up to the table. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Water, please,” Jen requested the most basic drink there was.
“Same here,” Maddie echoed her best friend, and Wendy made it three cups of the hydrating drink.
“I’ll be right back with that,” Annabelle dictated after writing it all down on a notepad.
“Was she trying to show off her belly while we were ordering?” Jen referred to Annabelle’s subtle arching of her midsection towards Jen.
“I think so; you should feel free to give it a tickle when she comes back,” Wendy encouraged. “I’d advise you to tickle her after she puts all the waters down, though. It’ll give you a better chance of staying dry.”
“Okay,” Jen looked over to where Annabelle was gathering water cups. As the customer glanced over to her, the waitress happened to notice, and she winked at Jen and gave her the tiniest of tummy rolls. Confused but not disappointed at the obvious tease, the customer whipped around and began to look over the menu. “So, I suggested barbecue because I was really hoping to get some ribs.”
“I’ll get in on that,” Maddie immediately joined in. “Barbecue ribs are so tasty.”
“How much do you think you two will eat?” Wendy wondered. “I might just order them for all three of us.”
“I think a Number 12 medium would do for Maddie and me,” Jen showed the menu to Maddie, who agreed.
“I’ll get us a Number 12 large to share, then,” Wendy decided. “So, while we wait for Annabelle to…”
“Here are your waters, darlings,” Annabelle leaned her stomach right next to each and every customer as she delivered the water cups to the coasters at each place. “Have you decided what you want to eat yet, or would you like a few minutes to look over the menu?”
“We’ve decided,” Wendy declared, causing Annabelle to move from Maddie’s side of Jen to Wendy’s side. “We want a Number 12 large, and three plates.”
“NUHUHUMBEHER TWEHEHELVE!” Annabelle struggled to write the order down. With the waitress focusing on Wendy, Jen had taken the opportunity to tickle her torso, and it soon became clear that the teasing tummy was very ticklish. However, Annabelle persisted, and she continued, “LAHAHARGE, RIHIHIGHT?” Wendy nodded, and the waitress wrote something else down. Once the pencil came off the notepad, Jen ceased her tickles, and Annabelle let out a few residual giggles before announcing, “I’ll put your order in. In the meantime, call me over if you need more waters or someone to tickle.” She winked again at Jen before heading off towards the cooks.
Jen, Maddie, and Wendy all took advantage of Annabelle’s offer for abdomen tickling. Even when they actually did need water, they always poked and prodded the waitresses’ midsection while they were ordering and after she set the new cup down. However, that phase only lasted around ten minutes, and then the ribs were ready. The three gobbled down most of the meal, especially Jen and Maddie, whose energy had again been sapped by the rather intense apartment interview tickles.
While they ate, the Tickle Mistress took the chance to bring up tickling again, this time more directly. “So, I know I brought up tickles yesterday at lunch and ended up getting Jen tickled,” she announced. “I’m going to bring it up again, and one of you two might get tickled. Just a warning so there’s no surprise. Yesterday, we talked about how much Maddie tickled Jen before you came to the Tickle Cartel; now, Jen, I want to know how often you used to get Maddie back.”
“A little bit,” Jen allowed. “As you know, Maddie generally hates being tickled,” Maddie nodded along to affirm this, “even when I’m the one doing the tickling. Sometimes, I could get her in a good mood where she didn’t hate it so much. The most common situation where I tickled Maddie was when one of us instigated a tickle fight. That happened fairly often, and, like we said when we were before the Queen Mistress, we fought with everything we had each time. I’d say we’re close to even all-time, but I couldn’t tell you the specifics.”
“Yeah, Jen usually only tickles me to start a tickle fight or to cheer me up.” Because she was talking about her best friend, Maddie was significantly more comfortable than the previous times she had talked about being tickled. “She does it sometimes for punishment, but that’s rare compared to when she’s doing it nicely. And she can do it nicely because she knows how much I can take, and she always pays attention to not go past that.”
“Yep, I can just find your tickle button over and over again, and you don’t always hate me for it,” Jen nudged Maddie’s shoulder with her own.
“Yes, you can,” Maddie admitted, putting smiles on all three faces.
“That’s certainly fun,” Wendy chimed back in. “I will say, Maddie, that you’ll probably get tickled more around here than you did back home, and I’m sure that Jen will be a big part of that.”
“You bet I will,” Jen confirmed. “I love making her squeal, and I’m not giving that up when we’re on an entire island dedicated to tickling.”
“I’ll just have to get used to it and accept it as a consequence of getting to dish out more tickles,” Maddie hesitantly accepted the statement as she got out another BBQ sauce-covered rib. “I think it will be worth it.”
“It will,” Wendy reassured her more ticklee-reluctant mentee. “I hate being tickled, but I’ve had too much fun here to care about getting tickled every so often.” Maddie smiled at seeing a familiar attitude out of Wendy, and the three continued to talk about tickling and the Tickle Cartel until they finished their meal. Of course, while they were eating, Annabelle also came by several times and frequently found herself on the receiving end of tickles. When they had eaten the entire dish, Wendy paid, and then the three headed back out to the T cart.
“Alright, time for me to drive you to another surprise, so put the blindfolds on again,” Wendy tossed the blindfolds back to her guests, who reluctantly put them on before being restrained again. “And since you thought I’d tickle you the last time I took you to a surprise, I’ve decided to grant your request this time.”
“HEHEHEHEY!” Maddie burst into laughter as a feather lightly teased her tickle button.
“AHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHES WEHEHEHENDY!” Jen happily laughed, much louder than Maddie, as her stomach found itself under an army of feathers.
The Tickle Mistress smiled as she listened to the best friends, and then she pulled the T cart out of the parking lot towards her next surprise.
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Chapter 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2, Part 5
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