Chris31
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i got a story for ya
so this was back when i was about 19 or 20, i was dating this girl who was around the same age, give or take a year maybe. she was tall and thin, just as tall as me- i liked that. she was as tall as me and she had really really long hair- i liked that too. her hair was straight and kind of dirty blonde. she always acted like she hated her hair for being straight, but i thought it gave her a certain charm- she could have jumped right out of the 70s with that long straight hair and those tight stone-washed jeans and her sexy little flannels.
anyway, so we go out to dinner at some awful place- olive garden or chili's or somethin'- and we're sitting at the table, just the two of us, having a romantic time for a moderate price when our waitress approaches. our waitress was a small, petite, mousey little thing with red hair and freckles. her glasses complimented her smile as she said, "can i get you guys some drinks?" well, my adorable date couldn't decide whether she wanted water or wine or beer or an orange-crush... somewhere in the discussion i think our waitress made the joke, "if you can't decide, just get them all!" so both my date and i proceeded to order like four drinks each like a bunch of maniacs. there was beer, wine, mixed drinks, waters- i think we had about eight drinks total. the waitress leaves to fetch us our insatiable drink order and we snicker to each other like gossiping school girls over the fact that this poor girl has her work cut out for her.
so a few minutes later the waitress returns carrying a tray with all eight of our drinks and she's got it perfectly balanced on one hand. i was kind of amazed. i mean, people act like just anyone can go get a job waitressing but- what happens when you get that table full of assholes that orders eight drinks at once? anyway- this girl had real stamina. she stood there holding the tray (which must have had some weight to it) completely still while unfolding the small table in her other hand.
after she gently set the tray down, i commented on how impressed i was at her ability to do that- to hold that tray completely balanced. i duno- probably a weird thing to say, in retrospect. but she just laughed slightly and remarked, "oh they make us learn real quick," before giving us both a grin.
i asked her what she meant by that. and she began to explain, "when i first got hired here, i got the test."
"ooh, what's the test?" asked my date.
the waitress continued, "in order to find out your skill level, they make the new girls hold a full tray on each hand, then the other waitresses are allowed to tickle your sides to try and make you drop the drinks." she hugged herself with her arms, closed her eyes tight and shuddered at the thought. "i just HATE being tickled. i was really good at the test, though."
well my date seemed horrified. she flinched every time the waitress said the word "tickle" and seemed to go thru a similar "shudder at the thought" moment. but she put on her "happy face" and laughed along with her, commenting things like, "oh my god, i'd be so bad at that!"
that poor waitress! that poor girl got tickled into being good at her job! and after recalling the torment jokingly, she just walked away with a nonchalant attitude as if it wasn't a challenge enough for her. as if she could take more 😉
my date, on the other hand, had also noticed how torturous that "test" had seemed and expressed a level of pity for the waitress. she was almost angry with the restaurant for putting their staff through something so cruel. i didn't agree at the time, although i must admit that now i see her point. i tried telling her, "eh, it's only tickling," to which she replied, "have you ever been tickled past your limits?"
well, i'm a ticklephile. the idea of being tickled past my limits has always interested me. because i like the sensation, i've always wondered how it would feel to finally want it to stop only to be tickled mercilessly.
but my date had a different experience, which she shared with me quietly after the waitress had wondered off. her face turned red and her voice came down to almost a whisper, like a whimpering little lamb she told me the story of how her mother's sister and her cousins used to torture her. her aunt had three older girls who were kind of bullies. one year they found out how ticklish their cousin was. her aunt actually instigated it- telling her daughters to tickle their cousin till she cried. "and if she cries, just tickle her harder and she'll laugh!" needless to say, my date said they tickled her for about three hours straight, all the while she was sobbing and pleading for them to stop. every once in a while her aunt would walk in the room, smile down at her and say something like, "stop being such a baby," or "oh it's just tickling. you're ok," and walk away- leaving her at the mercy of her cruel daughters.
"i was not ok!" she said, "i was fucking crying and screaming for them to stop and they wouldn't. i wouldn't wish that on anyone."
i have to admit, i was a little turned on by the whole thing. after all, i find tickling (especially hard tickling) to be sexy. but i couldn't put aside the feeling that- in some weird way- her aunt ruined her tickling experience for her. like, sure, i want to fantasize about my date getting tickled out of her freakin' mind but- that moment in her life affected her- traumatized her. now, every time someone playfully mentions tickling, she tenses up and gets kind of stoic like some form of ptsd just took over and she's trying to forget. every time i tried to tickle her, she just got quiet and distant, like she had found a place in her mind she could retreat to if she ever had to endure that torture again. it was kind of sad, actually. i really wished her first tickling experiences had been more playful, maybe a little more light-hearted and silly. then maybe she could see it the way i do and even come to enjoy it.
anyway- i was pretty sure the waitress enjoyed it 😉
so this was back when i was about 19 or 20, i was dating this girl who was around the same age, give or take a year maybe. she was tall and thin, just as tall as me- i liked that. she was as tall as me and she had really really long hair- i liked that too. her hair was straight and kind of dirty blonde. she always acted like she hated her hair for being straight, but i thought it gave her a certain charm- she could have jumped right out of the 70s with that long straight hair and those tight stone-washed jeans and her sexy little flannels.
anyway, so we go out to dinner at some awful place- olive garden or chili's or somethin'- and we're sitting at the table, just the two of us, having a romantic time for a moderate price when our waitress approaches. our waitress was a small, petite, mousey little thing with red hair and freckles. her glasses complimented her smile as she said, "can i get you guys some drinks?" well, my adorable date couldn't decide whether she wanted water or wine or beer or an orange-crush... somewhere in the discussion i think our waitress made the joke, "if you can't decide, just get them all!" so both my date and i proceeded to order like four drinks each like a bunch of maniacs. there was beer, wine, mixed drinks, waters- i think we had about eight drinks total. the waitress leaves to fetch us our insatiable drink order and we snicker to each other like gossiping school girls over the fact that this poor girl has her work cut out for her.
so a few minutes later the waitress returns carrying a tray with all eight of our drinks and she's got it perfectly balanced on one hand. i was kind of amazed. i mean, people act like just anyone can go get a job waitressing but- what happens when you get that table full of assholes that orders eight drinks at once? anyway- this girl had real stamina. she stood there holding the tray (which must have had some weight to it) completely still while unfolding the small table in her other hand.
after she gently set the tray down, i commented on how impressed i was at her ability to do that- to hold that tray completely balanced. i duno- probably a weird thing to say, in retrospect. but she just laughed slightly and remarked, "oh they make us learn real quick," before giving us both a grin.
i asked her what she meant by that. and she began to explain, "when i first got hired here, i got the test."
"ooh, what's the test?" asked my date.
the waitress continued, "in order to find out your skill level, they make the new girls hold a full tray on each hand, then the other waitresses are allowed to tickle your sides to try and make you drop the drinks." she hugged herself with her arms, closed her eyes tight and shuddered at the thought. "i just HATE being tickled. i was really good at the test, though."
well my date seemed horrified. she flinched every time the waitress said the word "tickle" and seemed to go thru a similar "shudder at the thought" moment. but she put on her "happy face" and laughed along with her, commenting things like, "oh my god, i'd be so bad at that!"
that poor waitress! that poor girl got tickled into being good at her job! and after recalling the torment jokingly, she just walked away with a nonchalant attitude as if it wasn't a challenge enough for her. as if she could take more 😉
my date, on the other hand, had also noticed how torturous that "test" had seemed and expressed a level of pity for the waitress. she was almost angry with the restaurant for putting their staff through something so cruel. i didn't agree at the time, although i must admit that now i see her point. i tried telling her, "eh, it's only tickling," to which she replied, "have you ever been tickled past your limits?"
well, i'm a ticklephile. the idea of being tickled past my limits has always interested me. because i like the sensation, i've always wondered how it would feel to finally want it to stop only to be tickled mercilessly.
but my date had a different experience, which she shared with me quietly after the waitress had wondered off. her face turned red and her voice came down to almost a whisper, like a whimpering little lamb she told me the story of how her mother's sister and her cousins used to torture her. her aunt had three older girls who were kind of bullies. one year they found out how ticklish their cousin was. her aunt actually instigated it- telling her daughters to tickle their cousin till she cried. "and if she cries, just tickle her harder and she'll laugh!" needless to say, my date said they tickled her for about three hours straight, all the while she was sobbing and pleading for them to stop. every once in a while her aunt would walk in the room, smile down at her and say something like, "stop being such a baby," or "oh it's just tickling. you're ok," and walk away- leaving her at the mercy of her cruel daughters.
"i was not ok!" she said, "i was fucking crying and screaming for them to stop and they wouldn't. i wouldn't wish that on anyone."
i have to admit, i was a little turned on by the whole thing. after all, i find tickling (especially hard tickling) to be sexy. but i couldn't put aside the feeling that- in some weird way- her aunt ruined her tickling experience for her. like, sure, i want to fantasize about my date getting tickled out of her freakin' mind but- that moment in her life affected her- traumatized her. now, every time someone playfully mentions tickling, she tenses up and gets kind of stoic like some form of ptsd just took over and she's trying to forget. every time i tried to tickle her, she just got quiet and distant, like she had found a place in her mind she could retreat to if she ever had to endure that torture again. it was kind of sad, actually. i really wished her first tickling experiences had been more playful, maybe a little more light-hearted and silly. then maybe she could see it the way i do and even come to enjoy it.
anyway- i was pretty sure the waitress enjoyed it 😉
