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When I worked in a hotel there was this cute girl who worked as an operator. She was about five feet tall with long curly brown hair and very lively, sparkling eyes.
She was also super ticklish, and I, along with at least a couple of her other work friends, used to love giving her a little tickle as we'd walk by. One night in particular she was working the overnight shift, which was when I worked, and I came up behind her and started tickling her all over her ribs and waist. She fell completely apart, laughing and giggling hysterically, and just dissolved into my arms.
She never objected to being tickled, she would always just go with it. And something several of us used to think was funny to do was to catch her while she was on the phone with a guest and start lightly tickling her, so she'd have to try not to react. I'd stand behind her and use one fingertip on the side of her neck, just enough to be driving her crazy while still holding out the possibility of controlling herself.
And most amusingly, one time a few of us were hanging out in her work area and someone had been telling jokes and making her laugh just naturally without touching her or anything, and she couldn't make herself stop when she had to answer the phone. So she was trying to help the guest, and giggling her head off, and she suddenly said to the guest "I'm sorry for laughing, someone is tickling me!"
And everyone in the room just fell down laughing because whenever someone WAS tickling her, she'd never admit it - but this time it was the excuse she pulled out of her back pocket.
She was also super ticklish, and I, along with at least a couple of her other work friends, used to love giving her a little tickle as we'd walk by. One night in particular she was working the overnight shift, which was when I worked, and I came up behind her and started tickling her all over her ribs and waist. She fell completely apart, laughing and giggling hysterically, and just dissolved into my arms.
She never objected to being tickled, she would always just go with it. And something several of us used to think was funny to do was to catch her while she was on the phone with a guest and start lightly tickling her, so she'd have to try not to react. I'd stand behind her and use one fingertip on the side of her neck, just enough to be driving her crazy while still holding out the possibility of controlling herself.
And most amusingly, one time a few of us were hanging out in her work area and someone had been telling jokes and making her laugh just naturally without touching her or anything, and she couldn't make herself stop when she had to answer the phone. So she was trying to help the guest, and giggling her head off, and she suddenly said to the guest "I'm sorry for laughing, someone is tickling me!"
And everyone in the room just fell down laughing because whenever someone WAS tickling her, she'd never admit it - but this time it was the excuse she pulled out of her back pocket.
