TheSolemnOne
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Chanise had been working to break this magazine article for months. As her first assignment, she was asked to learn more about the Poshy Pride social group, which had been shrouded in mystery for several decades.
Chanise's magazine saw her potential and thought this would be an excellent first assignment. She had worked there as an intern during the previous summers, so she knew what it took to succeed.
After three months of interviews and waiting for Poshy Pride, Chanise finally reached the end of the Poshy Pride application process. She would have to attend the initiation ceremony, which was often a hot topic in the city. No one knew what took place except the members of the society. Chanise had pledged with a prestigious sorority in college so the thought of a little hazing didn't scare her, especially if it got her in the good graces of the editors.
Chanise thought that she had this story in the bag, but she underestimated the reach of Poshy Pride. The organization had members everywhere, including her magazine.
One of the Poshy Pride sisters overheard Chanise talking about the story and how she was "close" to breaking the story. That sister immediately alerted the initiation organizer, who made the proper arrangements for Chanise.
Jenny, her big sister during the process, was especially disappointed. She wasted her time preparing Chanise for this moment and missed all of the signs. She wanted to revenge, and she knew just the way to get it.
Jenny remembered every conversation they had over the months, including one conversation that would prove to be "fun" for Chanise's initiation.
Chanise arrived at a lavish brownstone, ready for her initiation ceremony. Jenny, her intake coordinator, led her to a room in the sub-basement to start the process. The sub-basement resembled a library, with wood furnishings, crown molding, and pictures of the founders.
Jenny open the door to the room and led Chanise to a strange-looking piece of padded furniture. Chanise hadn't seen anything like it in her life, but it looked like it was set up for paddling of some sort. Chanise had been on the giving and receiving end of paddlings at her college sorority, so the prospect didn't scare her in the slightest.
She led and assisted Chanise onto an odd piece of furniture, locking her wrist in leather cuffs and her ankles in a table-like stock contraption.
Jenny: "Let's begin!"
Jenny then proceeded to untie Chanise's tennis shoes. Baffled, Chanise put on a nervous grin and went along with the ceremony.
Jenny pulled off Chanise's shoes and a sock, as she grinned from ear to ear; she knew she had Chanise right where she wanted her. In a previous conversation months ago, Chanise declined a trip to the nail salon because she hated pedicures. Her feet were extremely ticklish, and she could never set through one. Jenny looked down at Chanise's exposed bare sole and was pleasantly surprised. Her foot looked extremely soft and blemish-free, even though she never got pedicures.
Chanise's toes wiggled as she felt the sock slide off the tip of her toes. What was Jenny up to back there? She then felt the tips of Jenny's fingernails slide from heels to the balls of her feet.
Chanise jumped at the sensation, shaking the creaky bench in the process.
Jenny's nails continued to lightly trace the curves of Chanise's tender soles as she wiggled away.
Jenny: "Ah. You weren't lying about being ticklish at all. You are VERY ticklish. I feel like you have been holding something back though. Is there something that you need to tell me?"
Chanise: "I have told you everythingHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA!! OHHH NOAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Infuriated, Jenny's nails danced on Chanise's flailing soles. The bench squeaked like a wooden roller coaster as Jenny focused both of her hands on Chanise's one bare sole.
Jenny started to peel off Chanise's other sock. Chanise knew she was in trouble.
Chanise's body tensed up as the second sock was peeled off. Jenny's long nails landed on her wrinkled arches as she exploded with frenzied laughter. Jenny taunted her as her fingers moonwalked on Chanise's soles. She told Chanise she could quit at any time, but Chanise really wanted to break the story. The sound of Chanise's laughter could barely be heard over the noisy bench, which told the story of Chanise's struggle. Jenny alternated between her supple heels and a spot right above her arch.
Jenny was having a blast. Chanise's scrumptious size 9's were more ticklish than Jenny imagined, and she knew the Chanise would break at any moment.
Jenny finally gave Chanise's feet a break and moved to her armpits and sides. Chanise howled as Jenny counted her ribs.
She gave Chanise one last chance to tell the truth as she played her sides like a piano. Chanise refused, leaving Jenny no other choice but the go back to her feet.
Jenny made her way to the back of the bench as Chanise scrunched her toes in anticipation of what was to come. Without hesitation, Jenny went straight for the moist, tender areas under her toes.
Chanise erupted in uncontrollable laughter as Jenny gleefully tickled her to oblivion. After 30 minutes of non-stop toe tickling, Chanise confessed that she worked for the magazine and was doing a story. She got Chanise to tell her everything about her as her nails navigated the sensitive crevices around and between her hyper-sensitive toes.
Jenny was just about to let Chanise go when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it and greeted her fellow Poshy Pride sister.
Chanise recognized the voice from somewhere, but couldn't figure it out. The woman walked to the front of the table, and Chanise's jaw fell to the floor; it was Joyce, her intern at the magazine.
It all made sense to Chanise now. That is how they knew she worked at the magazine.
Joyce: "Sorry Chanise. My sisterhood is everything. I am sure you understand being a sorority girl yourself."
Joyce walked to the back of the stocks, dragging her fingers up the length of Chanise's bare right sole.
Joyce: "What were you saying about me not having a chance to land a job at the magazine?"
Jenny held Chanise's ankles in place as Joyce scrambled her fingers on Chanise's wrinkled soles. The sound of the creaky table and Chanise's laughter filled the room as her intern remembered all of the nasty things Chanise said.
Chanise promised to help Joyce land a job as Joyce's nibble fingers scurried under her toes, leaving Chanise a bumbling, sweaty mess.
The Poshy Pride sisters eventually let Chanise go after 20 minutes. They agreed that they would not report her to the magazine for ethics violations in exchange for not moving forward with the story. They also gave Chanise a lead on another story out of goodwill.
Chanise ended up doing a great job with the lead they provided and eventually got promoted.
After two years, another aspiring writer came into her office pitching to do a story on the hazing practices of PoshyPride. Chanise encouraged her to move forward with the story and gave Jenny a call. The only thing Chanise wanted in return was to watch the new employee get "initiated".
Chanise's magazine saw her potential and thought this would be an excellent first assignment. She had worked there as an intern during the previous summers, so she knew what it took to succeed.
After three months of interviews and waiting for Poshy Pride, Chanise finally reached the end of the Poshy Pride application process. She would have to attend the initiation ceremony, which was often a hot topic in the city. No one knew what took place except the members of the society. Chanise had pledged with a prestigious sorority in college so the thought of a little hazing didn't scare her, especially if it got her in the good graces of the editors.
Chanise thought that she had this story in the bag, but she underestimated the reach of Poshy Pride. The organization had members everywhere, including her magazine.
One of the Poshy Pride sisters overheard Chanise talking about the story and how she was "close" to breaking the story. That sister immediately alerted the initiation organizer, who made the proper arrangements for Chanise.
Jenny, her big sister during the process, was especially disappointed. She wasted her time preparing Chanise for this moment and missed all of the signs. She wanted to revenge, and she knew just the way to get it.
Jenny remembered every conversation they had over the months, including one conversation that would prove to be "fun" for Chanise's initiation.
Chanise arrived at a lavish brownstone, ready for her initiation ceremony. Jenny, her intake coordinator, led her to a room in the sub-basement to start the process. The sub-basement resembled a library, with wood furnishings, crown molding, and pictures of the founders.
Jenny open the door to the room and led Chanise to a strange-looking piece of padded furniture. Chanise hadn't seen anything like it in her life, but it looked like it was set up for paddling of some sort. Chanise had been on the giving and receiving end of paddlings at her college sorority, so the prospect didn't scare her in the slightest.
She led and assisted Chanise onto an odd piece of furniture, locking her wrist in leather cuffs and her ankles in a table-like stock contraption.
Jenny: "Let's begin!"
Jenny then proceeded to untie Chanise's tennis shoes. Baffled, Chanise put on a nervous grin and went along with the ceremony.
Jenny pulled off Chanise's shoes and a sock, as she grinned from ear to ear; she knew she had Chanise right where she wanted her. In a previous conversation months ago, Chanise declined a trip to the nail salon because she hated pedicures. Her feet were extremely ticklish, and she could never set through one. Jenny looked down at Chanise's exposed bare sole and was pleasantly surprised. Her foot looked extremely soft and blemish-free, even though she never got pedicures.
Chanise's toes wiggled as she felt the sock slide off the tip of her toes. What was Jenny up to back there? She then felt the tips of Jenny's fingernails slide from heels to the balls of her feet.
Chanise jumped at the sensation, shaking the creaky bench in the process.
Jenny's nails continued to lightly trace the curves of Chanise's tender soles as she wiggled away.
Jenny: "Ah. You weren't lying about being ticklish at all. You are VERY ticklish. I feel like you have been holding something back though. Is there something that you need to tell me?"
Chanise: "I have told you everythingHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA!! OHHH NOAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Infuriated, Jenny's nails danced on Chanise's flailing soles. The bench squeaked like a wooden roller coaster as Jenny focused both of her hands on Chanise's one bare sole.
Jenny started to peel off Chanise's other sock. Chanise knew she was in trouble.
Chanise's body tensed up as the second sock was peeled off. Jenny's long nails landed on her wrinkled arches as she exploded with frenzied laughter. Jenny taunted her as her fingers moonwalked on Chanise's soles. She told Chanise she could quit at any time, but Chanise really wanted to break the story. The sound of Chanise's laughter could barely be heard over the noisy bench, which told the story of Chanise's struggle. Jenny alternated between her supple heels and a spot right above her arch.
Jenny was having a blast. Chanise's scrumptious size 9's were more ticklish than Jenny imagined, and she knew the Chanise would break at any moment.
Jenny finally gave Chanise's feet a break and moved to her armpits and sides. Chanise howled as Jenny counted her ribs.
She gave Chanise one last chance to tell the truth as she played her sides like a piano. Chanise refused, leaving Jenny no other choice but the go back to her feet.
Jenny made her way to the back of the bench as Chanise scrunched her toes in anticipation of what was to come. Without hesitation, Jenny went straight for the moist, tender areas under her toes.
Chanise erupted in uncontrollable laughter as Jenny gleefully tickled her to oblivion. After 30 minutes of non-stop toe tickling, Chanise confessed that she worked for the magazine and was doing a story. She got Chanise to tell her everything about her as her nails navigated the sensitive crevices around and between her hyper-sensitive toes.
Jenny was just about to let Chanise go when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it and greeted her fellow Poshy Pride sister.
Chanise recognized the voice from somewhere, but couldn't figure it out. The woman walked to the front of the table, and Chanise's jaw fell to the floor; it was Joyce, her intern at the magazine.
It all made sense to Chanise now. That is how they knew she worked at the magazine.
Joyce: "Sorry Chanise. My sisterhood is everything. I am sure you understand being a sorority girl yourself."
Joyce walked to the back of the stocks, dragging her fingers up the length of Chanise's bare right sole.
Joyce: "What were you saying about me not having a chance to land a job at the magazine?"
Jenny held Chanise's ankles in place as Joyce scrambled her fingers on Chanise's wrinkled soles. The sound of the creaky table and Chanise's laughter filled the room as her intern remembered all of the nasty things Chanise said.
Chanise promised to help Joyce land a job as Joyce's nibble fingers scurried under her toes, leaving Chanise a bumbling, sweaty mess.
The Poshy Pride sisters eventually let Chanise go after 20 minutes. They agreed that they would not report her to the magazine for ethics violations in exchange for not moving forward with the story. They also gave Chanise a lead on another story out of goodwill.
Chanise ended up doing a great job with the lead they provided and eventually got promoted.
After two years, another aspiring writer came into her office pitching to do a story on the hazing practices of PoshyPride. Chanise encouraged her to move forward with the story and gave Jenny a call. The only thing Chanise wanted in return was to watch the new employee get "initiated".
Wonderful illustrations to go with it. 
