I don't know when this was written, but the incidents that she describes are all late 90s/early 2000s...
These are really interesting because it gives you a glimpse into the fashion/modelling world, and I bet this type of thing is pretty common there.......my girl had/has an amazing job working for a fashion designer (who shall remain nameless. Not only did she get to sketch all day long as her job, an entirely creative position, but...well, I don't know how to say it.......her body is...let's put it this way, they used her measurements to design their mannequins.......and to save money in hiring a fit model, they would use HER as the fit model to test the clothes. These stories are all relating to her being a fit model while fashionistas fussed around her, including the designer herself (the designer comes into play in a big way).
The first thing she told me.....one of the first things she EVER reported to me......was that it was a very common occurrence that she'd get ticklish while getting touched and poked and pinched while trying to stand still, while they would work on the garment. When she'd get ticklish, she'd try to hold it in, but would start to laugh, or simply be caught with a distressed "holding-it-in" face. The designer herself would usually smile and ask, "Does this tickle you?", repeating the touch to her body that she assumed was tickling her. When my girl would say yes, the designer would act coy, repeat the tickling in the exact area and say "This?" My girl would crack up and say "Yes!". The designer would do it again, and say "This???", spidering her fingertips along her side, or up her ribs, or whatever it was that was tickling her (when my girl demonstrated it, she was spidering fingers along her sides....as if the designer had been initially trying to adjust the garment from the sides/waist area).
One time, my girl told me that they were in a big rush once, and the designer had pulled her into her office or some room, and shut the door. The designer was intensely concentrating working on a button in the tummy area. This was too much for my ticklish girlfriend who apparently started giggling hysterically, and trying so hard to stay still. On this occasion, the designer scolded her to stay still and was concentrating hard on whatever she was doing. Meanwhile, one of the other girls in the office heard my girl laughing hysterically, and was knocking on the door, calling out "What's going on in there!!!"
The designer adored my girl (still does, actually!). One time something very odd happened, but not too odd when you realize that in the fashion world is a LOT of lesbianism. the designer was working on my girlfriend......my girl was in a baby doll dress, super mini, barelegs, and for some reason, the top of the dress was not on completely or something, and my girlfriend was sort of clutching the garment or something to her chest to cover up. They were alone in the room, when a publicist came in, someone that was not around the office all the time. The publicist was in the doorway, my girlfriend was in the middle of the room, and the designer was standing behind her, working on something in the back.
As the publicist and the designer are chatting, the publicist asking questions of the designer......all of a sudden....my girlfriend feels the designer's fingertips start to tickle her on her thigh, right along the crease where it meets the butt. She was tickling her ass. She had reached just under the hem of the skimpy dress and started tickling her. My girlfriend felt panicked but didn't want to let on, and the designer just kept chatting. It was driving my girlfriend crazy and the tickling would stop for a second. But then she'd start tickling her again, slowly, teasing her. My girlfriend was biting her lip, and just couldn't believe what was happening to her. When the publicist left, my girlfriend whirled around, wide eyed. The designer had a solemn look on her face, didn't say a word, and went back to work, never discussing it or doing anything like that ever again.
One last story that she told me, she came home and announced happily "I got tickled today!" What happened was another one of the girls was working on her, they were working on a jacket. For some reason the girl had to put her arm up the sleeve, possibly to measure from the armpit to the wrist or something.....anyway, as the hand is working up her arm, my girlfriend starts to squeal out laughing that it tickles. The girl who was doing it started to laugh, and made it all the way to her armpit. My girlfriend told me that once she got there, she deliberately started to tickle, acting coy. My girlfriend was trapped, and going hysterical, trying to get away, but she had her. She told me that there was a guy in the room, and that she looked at him while she was laughing, begging for him to help. He just watched the whole scene with a big grin on his face.
After it was over, the girl told her now she had to do the OTHER sleeve. My girlfriend was like "Oh no!", and told me that she felt like she didn't have to measure that sleeve (or whatever she was doing) but that she just wanted to prolong my girlfriend's tickling. So, they did the other arm, and the girl started tickling again as soon as she got her fingers in her armpit.
Oh man, ANOTHER one I just remembered.....for some reason they had delivered to the office a piece of workout equipment. All the girls (and gay guys) from the office stood around it, wondering how it worked. Somehow my girlfriend either volunteered or was ordered to try it out. My girlfriend slipped out of her shoes, she was wearing black tights, which she did often. So, the feet had to lock into this thing (you had to lie into the thing). After a minute or so demonstrating this contraption, one of the girls noticed her shoeless feet, knelt down and said "coochie coochie coooo!", tickling her soles. My girlfriend said that the girl's nails were long and drove her crazy immediately.* She started giggling, begging her not to, but the girl just grinned at her and kept raking her nails.
(* - she, a vanilla innocent, volunteered that information about the long nails, without any prompting from me)
She told me everybody was laughing.
ok, i think that's all i can remember!
These are really interesting because it gives you a glimpse into the fashion/modelling world, and I bet this type of thing is pretty common there.......my girl had/has an amazing job working for a fashion designer (who shall remain nameless. Not only did she get to sketch all day long as her job, an entirely creative position, but...well, I don't know how to say it.......her body is...let's put it this way, they used her measurements to design their mannequins.......and to save money in hiring a fit model, they would use HER as the fit model to test the clothes. These stories are all relating to her being a fit model while fashionistas fussed around her, including the designer herself (the designer comes into play in a big way).
The first thing she told me.....one of the first things she EVER reported to me......was that it was a very common occurrence that she'd get ticklish while getting touched and poked and pinched while trying to stand still, while they would work on the garment. When she'd get ticklish, she'd try to hold it in, but would start to laugh, or simply be caught with a distressed "holding-it-in" face. The designer herself would usually smile and ask, "Does this tickle you?", repeating the touch to her body that she assumed was tickling her. When my girl would say yes, the designer would act coy, repeat the tickling in the exact area and say "This?" My girl would crack up and say "Yes!". The designer would do it again, and say "This???", spidering her fingertips along her side, or up her ribs, or whatever it was that was tickling her (when my girl demonstrated it, she was spidering fingers along her sides....as if the designer had been initially trying to adjust the garment from the sides/waist area).
One time, my girl told me that they were in a big rush once, and the designer had pulled her into her office or some room, and shut the door. The designer was intensely concentrating working on a button in the tummy area. This was too much for my ticklish girlfriend who apparently started giggling hysterically, and trying so hard to stay still. On this occasion, the designer scolded her to stay still and was concentrating hard on whatever she was doing. Meanwhile, one of the other girls in the office heard my girl laughing hysterically, and was knocking on the door, calling out "What's going on in there!!!"
The designer adored my girl (still does, actually!). One time something very odd happened, but not too odd when you realize that in the fashion world is a LOT of lesbianism. the designer was working on my girlfriend......my girl was in a baby doll dress, super mini, barelegs, and for some reason, the top of the dress was not on completely or something, and my girlfriend was sort of clutching the garment or something to her chest to cover up. They were alone in the room, when a publicist came in, someone that was not around the office all the time. The publicist was in the doorway, my girlfriend was in the middle of the room, and the designer was standing behind her, working on something in the back.
As the publicist and the designer are chatting, the publicist asking questions of the designer......all of a sudden....my girlfriend feels the designer's fingertips start to tickle her on her thigh, right along the crease where it meets the butt. She was tickling her ass. She had reached just under the hem of the skimpy dress and started tickling her. My girlfriend felt panicked but didn't want to let on, and the designer just kept chatting. It was driving my girlfriend crazy and the tickling would stop for a second. But then she'd start tickling her again, slowly, teasing her. My girlfriend was biting her lip, and just couldn't believe what was happening to her. When the publicist left, my girlfriend whirled around, wide eyed. The designer had a solemn look on her face, didn't say a word, and went back to work, never discussing it or doing anything like that ever again.
One last story that she told me, she came home and announced happily "I got tickled today!" What happened was another one of the girls was working on her, they were working on a jacket. For some reason the girl had to put her arm up the sleeve, possibly to measure from the armpit to the wrist or something.....anyway, as the hand is working up her arm, my girlfriend starts to squeal out laughing that it tickles. The girl who was doing it started to laugh, and made it all the way to her armpit. My girlfriend told me that once she got there, she deliberately started to tickle, acting coy. My girlfriend was trapped, and going hysterical, trying to get away, but she had her. She told me that there was a guy in the room, and that she looked at him while she was laughing, begging for him to help. He just watched the whole scene with a big grin on his face.
After it was over, the girl told her now she had to do the OTHER sleeve. My girlfriend was like "Oh no!", and told me that she felt like she didn't have to measure that sleeve (or whatever she was doing) but that she just wanted to prolong my girlfriend's tickling. So, they did the other arm, and the girl started tickling again as soon as she got her fingers in her armpit.
Oh man, ANOTHER one I just remembered.....for some reason they had delivered to the office a piece of workout equipment. All the girls (and gay guys) from the office stood around it, wondering how it worked. Somehow my girlfriend either volunteered or was ordered to try it out. My girlfriend slipped out of her shoes, she was wearing black tights, which she did often. So, the feet had to lock into this thing (you had to lie into the thing). After a minute or so demonstrating this contraption, one of the girls noticed her shoeless feet, knelt down and said "coochie coochie coooo!", tickling her soles. My girlfriend said that the girl's nails were long and drove her crazy immediately.* She started giggling, begging her not to, but the girl just grinned at her and kept raking her nails.
(* - she, a vanilla innocent, volunteered that information about the long nails, without any prompting from me)
She told me everybody was laughing.
ok, i think that's all i can remember!
