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Vanessa - the ticklish boss.
///This is the second story about the ticklish milf Vanessa. It is not necessary to read the first story for context. The link to the first story is at the end.///
Vanessa was a woman no one dared underestimate. Thirty-six years old, with the kind of confidence that could cut through steel. She had found success in real estate—and it wasn’t just about numbers or contracts. Every step, every detail had to be exactly the way she wanted.
It was a sweltering afternoon, and she sat in her office wearing a deep-cut emerald-green tank top that showed off her ample cleavage, where a golden pendant dangled provocatively. Beige trousers hugged her hips perfectly, and with each movement, the outline of her thong underwear was visible. On her feet, she wore elegant leather sandals with thin straps—summery, yet still dignified.
In the room with her was her eighteen-year-old son Simon, half-engaged, half-bored, with an open laptop resting on his knees. It was school vacation, so he occasionally helped his parents out and got a taste of the family business.
In the corner stood the young secretary and accountant, Isabelle Laurent, twenty-eight, wearing dark glasses and a loosely tied bun. She was capable, but sometimes made mistakes—and today she had messed up the invoice numbering. Twice.
“Isabelle! There’s a mistake here! Again!” Vanessa barked at her. “How can you be so careless? Don’t you pay more attention to what you’re doing? What would a client think if we had mistake in the invoice? You’re lucky I double-checked it myself!”
“Sorry, boss, I promise it won’t happen again.”
“Ehh!” Vanessa scoffed.
“And boss, I’d like to remind you that Mr. Kowalski, the maintenance man, is coming today. We need to do another inspection of the electrical installation in the office.”
“What time is that old fool supposed to arrive? In half an hour I have a video call with my husband. We need to finalize the purchase of the Magnolia Villa. He went to inspect the property in person, and he’ll report back to me live.”
“Mr. Kowalski should be here any minute now.”
Ernest Kowalski was fifty-seven, a short man with a beer belly, a face worn by the years, and a permanent stench of cigarettes. His hair was greasy, his face unshaven, his hands dirty with oil, and his overalls bore dried stains he himself no longer remembered the origin of. Beer and cigarettes were his life’s certainties. He had been one of the company’s first employees and had worked there for years. Vanessa had long doubted his competence, yet he always got the job done—eventually—so there had never been a clear reason to fire him, even if he usually left a trail of mess behind.
Vanessa was right in the middle of her call when suddenly everything went dark. The lights, computers, air conditioning—all went silent. Except for a loud curse from the hallway: “Kurwa!”
Vanessa shot out of her chair and stormed down the hallway like a rocket.
“Kowalski! What the hell is this supposed to mean? Are you completely incompetent?” she yelled, glaring at her stunned employee, who was standing in front of the open fuse box.
“Sorry, boss, I just left a breaker unplugged, it should all be back in order within half an hour.”
“Half an hour?” Vanessa stepped closer, as if ready to physically confront him. “I was in the middle of an important video call!”
“Sorry, I can’t speed it up, I need to first—”
“Kowalski, have you been drinking? I can smell alcohol on you! Are you insane? Do you show up like this with our clients too? You’ll come for your immediate termination at 4:00 p.m. today. I hope you’re sober by then. Now get out—I’ll call someone who won’t burn the whole building down!”
“I’ve had enough of this,” Vanessa muttered, grabbing her handbag. “Isabelle, call someone who can fix this properly. I’ll be back in three hours. And prepare the termination papers for Kowalski.”
“Well, Mom, no wonder everyone’s afraid of you,” Simon remarked, watching the entire scene unfold in awe.
“Simon, I won’t be needing you anymore today, you’d just get in the way,” his mother said as she walked out the door. “You can go home—and don’t just stare at that laptop all day!”
“I have to say, your mom is quite the general!” Isabelle said to Simon after Vanessa had left the building. “Does she train you like that too?”
“Well, sometimes. But since I know her special weaknesses, she doesn’t try it on me too often,” Simon replied with a smirk.
“And what are her special weaknesses? She actually has some?” Isabelle asked, laughing.
“She does. She’s incredibly ticklish. And when she laughs, she can’t yell at me. You just need to know how and where to tickle her. It doesn’t work everywhere. But here—here it works perfectly, believe me,” Simon said, pointing his thumbs toward his armpits.
“I see…” Isabelle replied with sudden interest, her imagination already sparking.
She hated her boss. Vanessa made her life miserable. She knew she wouldn’t last long in this job. And so she was ready to take the risk. She was willing to get fired just to see Vanessa helpless. That thought haunted her ever since Simon had left the office. Everything was ready. The electricity was fixed, though convincing the electrician to do it right away had cost a hefty extra fee. Kowalski’s termination letter was already waiting on Vanessa’s desk. And most importantly—the afternoon coffee Vanessa drank every single day—was already prepared.
“Isabelle, coffee!” said Vanessa without a greeting as she sat down at the table. Isabelle placed the coffee in front of her and informed her about everything she had managed to do so far. Vanessa drank the coffee while going through the documents needed for Kowalski’s testimony.
“This coffee tastes a bit strange today,” Vanessa said suspiciously, though she kept sipping it.
“It’s the same as always, boss.”
After fifteen minutes, Vanessa propped her head on her hand and said tiredly,
“Isabelle, I feel a bit exhausted… when is Kowalski supposed to arrive?”
I know you’re tired, that must be the zaleplon I slipped into your coffee, Isabelle thought amusedly.
“Kowalski should be here in an hour and a half.”
“I need to rest for a while. If I happen to doze off, wake me before he arrives!” Vanessa said and lay down on the couch in her office.
When she started coming to her senses, she saw Kowalski crouching over her, gently slapping her cheeks.
“Hello… boss… Good morning!” commented a grinning Kowalski.
But what was even worse—she couldn’t move at all. Her toned arms were tied with a long rope stretched high above her head, fastened to an old metal pipe that had once served as a water supply to the radiator. Her legs were bound in exactly the same way to a pipe on the other side of the room. She was stretched out on the carpet, her breasts rising like alpine peaks, her stomach slightly exposed because her raised arms pulled her tank top upward.
“Kowalski! Stop it!” she snapped at him as he slapped her.
“Isabelle, what the fuck you did to me? What the fuck is the meaning of this?”
Isabelle sat down beside her with a smile.
“Well, boss, we’ve heard something about you, and Mr. Kowalski and I would like to test it and so I put you in to sleep ”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ernest? Are you ready?” Isabelle asked as she knelt by Vanessa’s right armpit, while Kowalski knelt on one knee by her left.
“3…2…1… now!” Isabelle counted down, and both of them began rubbing their fingers under her armpits.
“ Uah…” screamed Vanessa, “hahaha, what the..?… ahahahah… how dare you? Hahahaha..”
“Oh, so it really works! How do you like it, boss? You seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit,” Kowalski teased.
“Hahahah… This can’t be!… hahaha, stop it right now! Hahahah…You really have no idea who you’re messing with... ahahaha!"
"Oh, Vanessa, I think this is going to be a very long afternoon for you."
"Hahaha... my armpits... hahahaha!"
“So, Vanessa… tell me, who’s the better tickler—me, or Mr. Kowalski?”
“Hahahaha… ahh… hahahaha… I’m not even going to talk about that with you… hahahaha… s-stop it, both of you… hahahaha!”
“Oh, come on, a little tickling never hurt anyone,” Isabelle said with a mischievous smile, sliding her hand down to Vanessa’s stomach. Vanessa had always thought her belly wasn’t ticklish—or at least, no one had ever managed to tickle her there before. That’s why she was so shocked to find Isabelle’s teasing fingers unbearable. Her playful nails danced side to side and circled around her navel, driving her completely insane.
“Hahaha… how is that… hahaha… what is this… hahahaha… s-stop it!”
Meanwhile, Kowalski seized the opportunity and attacked her now-exposed left armpit, tickling her with both hands under both arms at once. Vanessa’s laughter instantly doubled.
“Hahahaha… stop!… hahaha… hahaha… Kowalski, what do you think you’re doing?… hahah… I already told you… hahahe… to stop!”
“For once in my life, I can finally say I’m glad to see you, boss… hahaha… and I have to admit, the view’s not bad either.” Kowalski laughed.
“I’ve had enough of this!… aaah… hahahahah… Isabelle! Do you even know what you’re asking for?… haha…”
“Not really. What are you going to do—fire me like you did poor Mr. Kowalski? Please. I quit on my own terms, you bitch!” Isabelle shot back.
“Hahaha… you’re going to regret that!… hahaha…”
“Ernest, how about you let me have Vanessa all to myself for a moment? Let’s see which one of us is the better tickler.” Isabelle grinned.
“Fine,” Kowalski smirked, “just don’t make me wait too long… hehehe!”
“So, Vanessa… what was that you said? What exactly am I going to regret?” Isabelle teased, straddling herself over Vanessa’s chest.
“I said… mpfff… hahaha—” Vanessa’s words dissolved into helpless laughter as Isabelle’s fingers found her armpits.
“Hahaha… Jesus… hahaha… no… wait… hahahah!”
“Wait for what?” Isabelle asked with a wicked smile.
“Stop tickling me already! Hahahaha!”
“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you don’t like it. You look like you’re enjoying yourself. I’ve never heard you laugh this much before.”
“Hahaha… I can’t help it… hahahah!” Vanessa laughed helplessly.
Isabelle paused just long enough to seize Vanessa’s large breasts with both hands. “Well, well… just look at these massive things,” she teased, squeezing them firmly in her palms.
“Go ahead, hand in your resignation. I’ll make sure no one ever—” Vanessa’s threat broke off mid-sentence when her face suddenly twisted into a ticklish grimace, even surprising Isabelle. Isabelle hadn’t meant to tickle her this time—she was only teasing Vanessa’s nipples lightly with her nails. But it turned out to be one of Vanessa’s weakest spots. Even through two layers of clothing—a tank top and a bra—the unbearable ticklish sensation shot straight through her.
“Hahahahaha… Isabelle!… hahaha, not there!… hahahaha… Jesus Christ… hahahaha!”
“Well, well… and why not there?”
“Because that’s an order!… hahahah… I’m your boss, now stop it immediately… hahahah!”
“You’re so sweet when you’re helpless.”
“Hahahah… Isabelle, I mean it… hahahha…”
Isabelle stopped tickling—not because Vanessa had ordered her to, but so she could tug Vanessa’s tank top up over her head and trap her arms above it, leaving her in nothing but her bra.
“Isabelle! Stop that right now!”
Instead, Isabelle’s hand slid straight to Vanessa’s breast, her fingers circling the nipple through the thin fabric.
“Uhh… hahahah, nooo! Hahahah!”
“Mmm, yes… much better this way,” Isabelle said with excitement, bringing her other hand to Vanessa’s second breast.
“Hahahah…”
“And you know what would be even better? This.”
With that, Isabelle yanked Vanessa’s bra up in the same way she had done with the tank top, baring her completely.
“You filthy bitch!” Vanessa screamed hysterically, thrashing in vain. But Isabelle only ignored her protests, and the ropes kept Vanessa bound so tightly she could hardly move at all.
Now Vanessa was completely bare from the waist up, wearing only her beige pants, a gold chain with a pendant glinting around her neck, fallen to the opposite side. Even Kowalski couldn’t resist the sight and sank to one knee beside her left side.
“Boss… so what’s the deal with my dismissal? Haven’t you reconsidered?”
“Both of you are finished! I’ll draw consequences you can’t even imagine!”
“I have an idea,” Isabelle said, kneeling on both knees on the opposite side from Kowalski. “I’ll tickle on this side, and you, Ernest, take the other.” She grabbed Vanessa’s breast with her left hand, moving her other hand toward the perfect nipple. Kowalski mirrored her on the other side.
“Get your disgusting filthy hands off! Kowalski! You pervert, stop it right now!”
“Ready, boss? I’ll count down. 5… 4…”
“Isabelle! No! Don’t you dare tickle me!”
“…3… 2…”
“Isabelle!”
“…1… now!”
“Ohhh… hahahaha… hahahahah!”
“You have to tickle like this! The gentler, the better!” Isabelle instructed Kowalski, seeing his clumsy technique as he tried to imitate her.
“Nooo… hahahaha… stop… hahahah… my breasts… hahahha… not the nipples… ahahaha… it’s too ticklish!… ahahahah… stop already… ahahahah!”
“So, have you reconsidered that resignation?” Kowalski asked.
“Hahahaha… this isn’t fair at all… hahahaha!”
Vanessa looked completely defeated. Her face mixed laughter with pain. She couldn’t resist the tickling—she was far too ticklish.
“Please… stop… hahahah… I give up!… you win… ahahhaa…”
“It’s so lovely to hear that from you,” Isabelle responded.
Everyone was so absorbed in tickling that no one noticed a car pull up in the office parking lot. Daniel, Vanessa’s husband, had returned from a property viewing. A handsome, athletic man, just shy of forty. From the front door, he had already heard Vanessa’s strange laughter, which puzzled him. When he opened the door, he was even more shocked. He saw his wife, half-naked from the waist up, bound on the floor, with maintenance worker Kowalski and Vanessa’s assistant Isabelle beside her. He was frozen, speechless.
“Thank God you’re finally here! These two maniacs tied me up and are tickling me!”
“They tied you up and are tickling you?” Daniel asked, incredulous.
“I… she… she was trying to fire me,” Kowalski stammered.
“I don’t understand what’s happening here. Isabelle, can you explain?”
“That bitch drugged my coffee and tied me up! Untie me so I can deal with them!” Vanessa shrieked.
“I still don’t understand how this is even possible. Isabelle, can you explain?”
“Sir… I’m very sorry… your wife… she… she was driving both of us crazy. She wanted to fire Mr. Kowalski and she kept… constantly humiliating and tormenting me… I’m sorry,” Isabelle said, nearly in tears.
“What are you waiting for? Untie me!” Vanessa snapped impatiently.
“Right away, darling,” Daniel said as he knelt by her wrists, appearing to untie her. But instead, his hand quickly reached up and tickled Vanessa’s armpit.
“Ehh… what? Hahahah… Jesus… what are you doing? Hahahah… this isn’t funny… hahahahah!”
Firts story about milf Vanessa:
///This is the second story about the ticklish milf Vanessa. It is not necessary to read the first story for context. The link to the first story is at the end.///
Vanessa was a woman no one dared underestimate. Thirty-six years old, with the kind of confidence that could cut through steel. She had found success in real estate—and it wasn’t just about numbers or contracts. Every step, every detail had to be exactly the way she wanted.
It was a sweltering afternoon, and she sat in her office wearing a deep-cut emerald-green tank top that showed off her ample cleavage, where a golden pendant dangled provocatively. Beige trousers hugged her hips perfectly, and with each movement, the outline of her thong underwear was visible. On her feet, she wore elegant leather sandals with thin straps—summery, yet still dignified.
In the room with her was her eighteen-year-old son Simon, half-engaged, half-bored, with an open laptop resting on his knees. It was school vacation, so he occasionally helped his parents out and got a taste of the family business.
In the corner stood the young secretary and accountant, Isabelle Laurent, twenty-eight, wearing dark glasses and a loosely tied bun. She was capable, but sometimes made mistakes—and today she had messed up the invoice numbering. Twice.
“Isabelle! There’s a mistake here! Again!” Vanessa barked at her. “How can you be so careless? Don’t you pay more attention to what you’re doing? What would a client think if we had mistake in the invoice? You’re lucky I double-checked it myself!”
“Sorry, boss, I promise it won’t happen again.”
“Ehh!” Vanessa scoffed.
“And boss, I’d like to remind you that Mr. Kowalski, the maintenance man, is coming today. We need to do another inspection of the electrical installation in the office.”
“What time is that old fool supposed to arrive? In half an hour I have a video call with my husband. We need to finalize the purchase of the Magnolia Villa. He went to inspect the property in person, and he’ll report back to me live.”
“Mr. Kowalski should be here any minute now.”
Ernest Kowalski was fifty-seven, a short man with a beer belly, a face worn by the years, and a permanent stench of cigarettes. His hair was greasy, his face unshaven, his hands dirty with oil, and his overalls bore dried stains he himself no longer remembered the origin of. Beer and cigarettes were his life’s certainties. He had been one of the company’s first employees and had worked there for years. Vanessa had long doubted his competence, yet he always got the job done—eventually—so there had never been a clear reason to fire him, even if he usually left a trail of mess behind.
Vanessa was right in the middle of her call when suddenly everything went dark. The lights, computers, air conditioning—all went silent. Except for a loud curse from the hallway: “Kurwa!”
Vanessa shot out of her chair and stormed down the hallway like a rocket.
“Kowalski! What the hell is this supposed to mean? Are you completely incompetent?” she yelled, glaring at her stunned employee, who was standing in front of the open fuse box.
“Sorry, boss, I just left a breaker unplugged, it should all be back in order within half an hour.”
“Half an hour?” Vanessa stepped closer, as if ready to physically confront him. “I was in the middle of an important video call!”
“Sorry, I can’t speed it up, I need to first—”
“Kowalski, have you been drinking? I can smell alcohol on you! Are you insane? Do you show up like this with our clients too? You’ll come for your immediate termination at 4:00 p.m. today. I hope you’re sober by then. Now get out—I’ll call someone who won’t burn the whole building down!”
“I’ve had enough of this,” Vanessa muttered, grabbing her handbag. “Isabelle, call someone who can fix this properly. I’ll be back in three hours. And prepare the termination papers for Kowalski.”
“Well, Mom, no wonder everyone’s afraid of you,” Simon remarked, watching the entire scene unfold in awe.
“Simon, I won’t be needing you anymore today, you’d just get in the way,” his mother said as she walked out the door. “You can go home—and don’t just stare at that laptop all day!”
“I have to say, your mom is quite the general!” Isabelle said to Simon after Vanessa had left the building. “Does she train you like that too?”
“Well, sometimes. But since I know her special weaknesses, she doesn’t try it on me too often,” Simon replied with a smirk.
“And what are her special weaknesses? She actually has some?” Isabelle asked, laughing.
“She does. She’s incredibly ticklish. And when she laughs, she can’t yell at me. You just need to know how and where to tickle her. It doesn’t work everywhere. But here—here it works perfectly, believe me,” Simon said, pointing his thumbs toward his armpits.
“I see…” Isabelle replied with sudden interest, her imagination already sparking.
She hated her boss. Vanessa made her life miserable. She knew she wouldn’t last long in this job. And so she was ready to take the risk. She was willing to get fired just to see Vanessa helpless. That thought haunted her ever since Simon had left the office. Everything was ready. The electricity was fixed, though convincing the electrician to do it right away had cost a hefty extra fee. Kowalski’s termination letter was already waiting on Vanessa’s desk. And most importantly—the afternoon coffee Vanessa drank every single day—was already prepared.
“Isabelle, coffee!” said Vanessa without a greeting as she sat down at the table. Isabelle placed the coffee in front of her and informed her about everything she had managed to do so far. Vanessa drank the coffee while going through the documents needed for Kowalski’s testimony.
“This coffee tastes a bit strange today,” Vanessa said suspiciously, though she kept sipping it.
“It’s the same as always, boss.”
After fifteen minutes, Vanessa propped her head on her hand and said tiredly,
“Isabelle, I feel a bit exhausted… when is Kowalski supposed to arrive?”
I know you’re tired, that must be the zaleplon I slipped into your coffee, Isabelle thought amusedly.
“Kowalski should be here in an hour and a half.”
“I need to rest for a while. If I happen to doze off, wake me before he arrives!” Vanessa said and lay down on the couch in her office.
When she started coming to her senses, she saw Kowalski crouching over her, gently slapping her cheeks.
“Hello… boss… Good morning!” commented a grinning Kowalski.
But what was even worse—she couldn’t move at all. Her toned arms were tied with a long rope stretched high above her head, fastened to an old metal pipe that had once served as a water supply to the radiator. Her legs were bound in exactly the same way to a pipe on the other side of the room. She was stretched out on the carpet, her breasts rising like alpine peaks, her stomach slightly exposed because her raised arms pulled her tank top upward.
“Kowalski! Stop it!” she snapped at him as he slapped her.
“Isabelle, what the fuck you did to me? What the fuck is the meaning of this?”
Isabelle sat down beside her with a smile.
“Well, boss, we’ve heard something about you, and Mr. Kowalski and I would like to test it and so I put you in to sleep ”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ernest? Are you ready?” Isabelle asked as she knelt by Vanessa’s right armpit, while Kowalski knelt on one knee by her left.
“3…2…1… now!” Isabelle counted down, and both of them began rubbing their fingers under her armpits.
“ Uah…” screamed Vanessa, “hahaha, what the..?… ahahahah… how dare you? Hahahaha..”
“Oh, so it really works! How do you like it, boss? You seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit,” Kowalski teased.
“Hahahah… This can’t be!… hahaha, stop it right now! Hahahah…You really have no idea who you’re messing with... ahahaha!"
"Oh, Vanessa, I think this is going to be a very long afternoon for you."
"Hahaha... my armpits... hahahaha!"
“So, Vanessa… tell me, who’s the better tickler—me, or Mr. Kowalski?”
“Hahahaha… ahh… hahahaha… I’m not even going to talk about that with you… hahahaha… s-stop it, both of you… hahahaha!”
“Oh, come on, a little tickling never hurt anyone,” Isabelle said with a mischievous smile, sliding her hand down to Vanessa’s stomach. Vanessa had always thought her belly wasn’t ticklish—or at least, no one had ever managed to tickle her there before. That’s why she was so shocked to find Isabelle’s teasing fingers unbearable. Her playful nails danced side to side and circled around her navel, driving her completely insane.
“Hahaha… how is that… hahaha… what is this… hahahaha… s-stop it!”
Meanwhile, Kowalski seized the opportunity and attacked her now-exposed left armpit, tickling her with both hands under both arms at once. Vanessa’s laughter instantly doubled.
“Hahahaha… stop!… hahaha… hahaha… Kowalski, what do you think you’re doing?… hahah… I already told you… hahahe… to stop!”
“For once in my life, I can finally say I’m glad to see you, boss… hahaha… and I have to admit, the view’s not bad either.” Kowalski laughed.
“I’ve had enough of this!… aaah… hahahahah… Isabelle! Do you even know what you’re asking for?… haha…”
“Not really. What are you going to do—fire me like you did poor Mr. Kowalski? Please. I quit on my own terms, you bitch!” Isabelle shot back.
“Hahaha… you’re going to regret that!… hahaha…”
“Ernest, how about you let me have Vanessa all to myself for a moment? Let’s see which one of us is the better tickler.” Isabelle grinned.
“Fine,” Kowalski smirked, “just don’t make me wait too long… hehehe!”
“So, Vanessa… what was that you said? What exactly am I going to regret?” Isabelle teased, straddling herself over Vanessa’s chest.
“I said… mpfff… hahaha—” Vanessa’s words dissolved into helpless laughter as Isabelle’s fingers found her armpits.
“Hahaha… Jesus… hahaha… no… wait… hahahah!”
“Wait for what?” Isabelle asked with a wicked smile.
“Stop tickling me already! Hahahaha!”
“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you don’t like it. You look like you’re enjoying yourself. I’ve never heard you laugh this much before.”
“Hahaha… I can’t help it… hahahah!” Vanessa laughed helplessly.
Isabelle paused just long enough to seize Vanessa’s large breasts with both hands. “Well, well… just look at these massive things,” she teased, squeezing them firmly in her palms.
“Go ahead, hand in your resignation. I’ll make sure no one ever—” Vanessa’s threat broke off mid-sentence when her face suddenly twisted into a ticklish grimace, even surprising Isabelle. Isabelle hadn’t meant to tickle her this time—she was only teasing Vanessa’s nipples lightly with her nails. But it turned out to be one of Vanessa’s weakest spots. Even through two layers of clothing—a tank top and a bra—the unbearable ticklish sensation shot straight through her.
“Hahahahaha… Isabelle!… hahaha, not there!… hahahaha… Jesus Christ… hahahaha!”
“Well, well… and why not there?”
“Because that’s an order!… hahahah… I’m your boss, now stop it immediately… hahahah!”
“You’re so sweet when you’re helpless.”
“Hahahah… Isabelle, I mean it… hahahha…”
Isabelle stopped tickling—not because Vanessa had ordered her to, but so she could tug Vanessa’s tank top up over her head and trap her arms above it, leaving her in nothing but her bra.
“Isabelle! Stop that right now!”
Instead, Isabelle’s hand slid straight to Vanessa’s breast, her fingers circling the nipple through the thin fabric.
“Uhh… hahahah, nooo! Hahahah!”
“Mmm, yes… much better this way,” Isabelle said with excitement, bringing her other hand to Vanessa’s second breast.
“Hahahah…”
“And you know what would be even better? This.”
With that, Isabelle yanked Vanessa’s bra up in the same way she had done with the tank top, baring her completely.
“You filthy bitch!” Vanessa screamed hysterically, thrashing in vain. But Isabelle only ignored her protests, and the ropes kept Vanessa bound so tightly she could hardly move at all.
Now Vanessa was completely bare from the waist up, wearing only her beige pants, a gold chain with a pendant glinting around her neck, fallen to the opposite side. Even Kowalski couldn’t resist the sight and sank to one knee beside her left side.
“Boss… so what’s the deal with my dismissal? Haven’t you reconsidered?”
“Both of you are finished! I’ll draw consequences you can’t even imagine!”
“I have an idea,” Isabelle said, kneeling on both knees on the opposite side from Kowalski. “I’ll tickle on this side, and you, Ernest, take the other.” She grabbed Vanessa’s breast with her left hand, moving her other hand toward the perfect nipple. Kowalski mirrored her on the other side.
“Get your disgusting filthy hands off! Kowalski! You pervert, stop it right now!”
“Ready, boss? I’ll count down. 5… 4…”
“Isabelle! No! Don’t you dare tickle me!”
“…3… 2…”
“Isabelle!”
“…1… now!”
“Ohhh… hahahaha… hahahahah!”
“You have to tickle like this! The gentler, the better!” Isabelle instructed Kowalski, seeing his clumsy technique as he tried to imitate her.
“Nooo… hahahaha… stop… hahahah… my breasts… hahahha… not the nipples… ahahaha… it’s too ticklish!… ahahahah… stop already… ahahahah!”
“So, have you reconsidered that resignation?” Kowalski asked.
“Hahahaha… this isn’t fair at all… hahahaha!”
Vanessa looked completely defeated. Her face mixed laughter with pain. She couldn’t resist the tickling—she was far too ticklish.
“Please… stop… hahahah… I give up!… you win… ahahhaa…”
“It’s so lovely to hear that from you,” Isabelle responded.
Everyone was so absorbed in tickling that no one noticed a car pull up in the office parking lot. Daniel, Vanessa’s husband, had returned from a property viewing. A handsome, athletic man, just shy of forty. From the front door, he had already heard Vanessa’s strange laughter, which puzzled him. When he opened the door, he was even more shocked. He saw his wife, half-naked from the waist up, bound on the floor, with maintenance worker Kowalski and Vanessa’s assistant Isabelle beside her. He was frozen, speechless.
“Thank God you’re finally here! These two maniacs tied me up and are tickling me!”
“They tied you up and are tickling you?” Daniel asked, incredulous.
“I… she… she was trying to fire me,” Kowalski stammered.
“I don’t understand what’s happening here. Isabelle, can you explain?”
“That bitch drugged my coffee and tied me up! Untie me so I can deal with them!” Vanessa shrieked.
“I still don’t understand how this is even possible. Isabelle, can you explain?”
“Sir… I’m very sorry… your wife… she… she was driving both of us crazy. She wanted to fire Mr. Kowalski and she kept… constantly humiliating and tormenting me… I’m sorry,” Isabelle said, nearly in tears.
“What are you waiting for? Untie me!” Vanessa snapped impatiently.
“Right away, darling,” Daniel said as he knelt by her wrists, appearing to untie her. But instead, his hand quickly reached up and tickled Vanessa’s armpit.
“Ehh… what? Hahahah… Jesus… what are you doing? Hahahah… this isn’t funny… hahahahah!”
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