FeatherQuill
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This is just a quickie that happened to me at work tonight.
I work retail at Office Depot and at 9 pm (closing time) we can finally lock the doors and start closing the store. On this night, like the previous nights, we were short staffed with only five of us there. The cashier for tonight was Carla, a 5'5ish white/hispanic girl with shouler length brown hair and brown eyes. We talk often and mess with each other from time to time as all coworkers do. Tonight I helped her pull out the metal gates that slide out behind the front doors to keep people from breaking in. She had pulled out the bottom tracks, the things the gates slide on and was pulling out one side so I got the other one. We had the gate set to be closed (we don't close it until we leave the store) a minute later and I took a few steps back to look at it.
"You know I've never seen it stick out this far before."
The gate was sticking out a lot, as if someone had kicked or pushed it from the other side.
"It's fine." She said.
As we walked back inside I hurried behind her and quickly stuck my index and middle fingers on both hands into her sides. I had wanted to do this on several occasions but never did, and tonight I finally did it. Sadly she didn't squeal or laugh but instead lurched forward a few steps with her back sorta clenched and her arms pinned to her sides.
"Oooh don't do that!"
"Why not?" I said grinning.
"Because I hate being tickled." She said as she walked off.
I chuckled to myself as I watched her walk away. I was disappointed she didn't laugh but the result was good enough. As the night went on we all walked the aisles to make sure everything was right. We were in a follow-the-leader fashion as we walked in a line behind the manager, going from aisle to aisle and putting those last little touches on everything to make sure it was just right. This lasted for all of two aisles and Carla and I wound up walking the rest oursleves while the other two got talking over something while fixing some binders.
We made it to the front of the store and I was behind her again. She walked over to some reams of paper and was organizing them when I quickly stepped forward and jabbed her sides with my fingers again. This time she bent sideways a little since she couldn't jump foward.
"Cut it out!"
I laughed and went on to fix another section.
I didn't poke her any more after that and we all left the store like we usually did. This was my first tickle, if you want to call it that, in a long time. It felt good, even if it was hardly anything. Hope you enjoyed it.
I work retail at Office Depot and at 9 pm (closing time) we can finally lock the doors and start closing the store. On this night, like the previous nights, we were short staffed with only five of us there. The cashier for tonight was Carla, a 5'5ish white/hispanic girl with shouler length brown hair and brown eyes. We talk often and mess with each other from time to time as all coworkers do. Tonight I helped her pull out the metal gates that slide out behind the front doors to keep people from breaking in. She had pulled out the bottom tracks, the things the gates slide on and was pulling out one side so I got the other one. We had the gate set to be closed (we don't close it until we leave the store) a minute later and I took a few steps back to look at it.
"You know I've never seen it stick out this far before."
The gate was sticking out a lot, as if someone had kicked or pushed it from the other side.
"It's fine." She said.
As we walked back inside I hurried behind her and quickly stuck my index and middle fingers on both hands into her sides. I had wanted to do this on several occasions but never did, and tonight I finally did it. Sadly she didn't squeal or laugh but instead lurched forward a few steps with her back sorta clenched and her arms pinned to her sides.
"Oooh don't do that!"
"Why not?" I said grinning.
"Because I hate being tickled." She said as she walked off.
I chuckled to myself as I watched her walk away. I was disappointed she didn't laugh but the result was good enough. As the night went on we all walked the aisles to make sure everything was right. We were in a follow-the-leader fashion as we walked in a line behind the manager, going from aisle to aisle and putting those last little touches on everything to make sure it was just right. This lasted for all of two aisles and Carla and I wound up walking the rest oursleves while the other two got talking over something while fixing some binders.
We made it to the front of the store and I was behind her again. She walked over to some reams of paper and was organizing them when I quickly stepped forward and jabbed her sides with my fingers again. This time she bent sideways a little since she couldn't jump foward.
"Cut it out!"
I laughed and went on to fix another section.
I didn't poke her any more after that and we all left the store like we usually did. This was my first tickle, if you want to call it that, in a long time. It felt good, even if it was hardly anything. Hope you enjoyed it.
