KITTLETOWN TWO
by Max Speer
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Pam & Sandra Initiated
"I am tickled to see you!" Barbara said. The innuendo made the three women laugh and they relaxed, sitting in the living room. Sandra sat putting her bare arm up on the back of the couch. Barbara caught a glimpse of Sandra's underarm and a tingle between her legs shocked her for a moment.
Sandra was, indeed, a striking woman. Her red hair was so pronounced that it illuminated the room. The fairness of her skin was absolutely delicious to Barbara.
"So, brace yourself, Barb, "Pam began. "We are staying here for a while."
"How long," Barbara asked with obvious delight. Pam was her partner in crime.
"Sandy and I are almost guaranteed work at the Tickling Machine."
"Wow, that is excellent," Barbara retorted feeling sexually excited by the thought of her baby sister and her beautiful friend tickled on the state-of-the-art tickle torture devise.
"We have an appointment, er, audition set for tomorrow morning," Sandra said. Barbara was transfixed by the satiny texture of this woman's voice. She could be a movie star, Barbara thought.
"Well," said Barbara. "Have you made arrangements at the salon? "
"Yes, we were hoping you could get us there as soon as possible."
Barbara stood up, abruptly. "Why wait another moment. I'll drive you."
The girls were delighted and they giggled as the three hurried to the door.
Kittletown was warm and sunny. Sandra liked the 'feel' of the place very much. As the Olds drove through the suburban streets, past the rows of lawns, flowers, and palm trees, Sandra watched in wonder at the contrast between Kittletown and the cold north.
The two watched the people as Barbara drove slowly. Pam noticed how all the women wore sleeveless dresses and shirts. Their long, shaven legs tapered down into open-toed shoes or sandals. Sandra hadn't caught on yet. Pam was already a veteran of the place.
Soon, they entered main street and Sandra saw a big, beautiful Art Deco building called THE SALON. Her stomach fluttered in excitement.
Barbara parked and waved to a few women as they all got out of the car and walked to the big, glass doors.
Both Pam and Sandra's stomaches were filled with butterflies but their fear and excitement turned to awe when they entered the salon and saw the rich furnishings and the beautiful women.
Sandra whispered to Pam, "These are the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Look at those bodies. My God, where did they come from?"
A gorgeous blonde wearing a very sexy, tight, red sleeveless dress approached. Pam and Sandra stared.
"Hi Trina, long time no see," Barbara said embracing her and exchanging friendly kisses.
"Barbara, you look fabulous. Kittletown life has been good for you, eh?"
"Thanks. Trina, this is my sister, Pam, and her friend, Sandra. They're moving here and I hoped that you could get them in as soon as possible."
Trina smiled as she extended her delicate hand gently to greet the two women. Sandra was amazed at the pampered softness of Trina's hands and the elegant smoothness of her bare arms. Even her hair and make-up was exceptional.
"You have some very beautiful women working here, Trina," Sandra said nervously.
Trina turned to them and giggled. "Oh, they don't work here. They work at the Tickling Machine. They're here for their pedicures and manicures."
"They work at the Tickling Machine?" Pam said, exasperated. "We don't stand a chance."
Trina walked right up to Pam and stood a foot away. Pam felt a little edgy. Trina lifted her hand up and gently brushed the hair from Pam's face.
"You are very beautiful," Trina said. This was the first time that Pam noticed a foreign sound to her voice, and guessed that she must have come from Australia some time ago.
"These women are no different than you or your friend here. You are every bit as beautiful, and when you leave here today, you'll believe me."
Pam looked into Trina's beautiful face and had to look down out of embarrassment. As she looked down, her eyes caught sight of Trina's delicate toes, painted pink. Pam felt an instant tingle between her legs and a strong urge to tickle Trina.
Then a strange thing occurred. Trina stared into Pam's eyes and it seemed to Pam as if she could read Pam's intentions.
Trina leaned close to Pam's ear and whispered, "You're right. I am very ticklish on my feet. It's okay to tickle me there or anywhere if you get the Urge. Don't hold back. You'll soon be a Kittletonian. Then you'll understand."
"Hey, no secrets," retorted Sandra.
Another beautiful woman dressed as exquisitely sexy as Trina walked up to Sandra and took her arm saying, "Will you walk with me, please? We have your rooms ready."
Trina and Pam walked behind Sandra and Trina watched Sandra's body as the two walked ahead.
"Your friend is very beautiful," Trina began. "Is she very ticklish?"
"Yes, she is, very," Pam said.
"I would love to tickle her. She will be perfect at the Tickling Machine. The men will love her red hair and smooth skin. Have you tickled her?"
"Yes I have," Pam said. She was going to ask Trina why she was getting these feelings. Why was she getting so sexually stimulated when she thought of tickling other women.
Once again, Trina seemed to read her mind and said, "I know you tickled her. I bet she was absolutely delicious. You will get these urges. It happens to all people once they've been here. Kittletown changes people."
Barbara followed the ladies into the inner salon and remembered a day, not too long ago, that she underwent the initiation. Trina kept looking back at Barbara and smiling, staring at her up and down. This made Barbara a bit self-conscious. Trina had a way of looking that a person could actually 'feel'.
Sandra was taken to a table and introduced to her electrolysist, Kimberly. Kimberly was a petite, very cute woman of about 20, with long, curly black hair and an infectious smile. She wore a short dress with flowers on it that hugged her shape, accentuating her large breasts.
Kimberly giggled as Sandra disrobed and laid on the padded table. The young woman draped a sheet over her soft body. Kimberly looked up at Trina and threw her a "what a body" gesture. Trina smiled and nodded slightly.
Sandra put her left arm up and tucked it behind her head. Trina lifted her fingers and wriggled them in the air. Kimberly nodded and looked at Sandra's bare, smooth armpit. Smiling, she reached her hand up and tickled Sandra's soft underarm in one quick motion.
Sandra squeaked and threw her arm down. All the women laughed.
"Already?" Sandra exclaimed with a big smile.
Kimberly looked again at Trina, "She is ticklish."
by Max Speer
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Pam & Sandra Initiated
"I am tickled to see you!" Barbara said. The innuendo made the three women laugh and they relaxed, sitting in the living room. Sandra sat putting her bare arm up on the back of the couch. Barbara caught a glimpse of Sandra's underarm and a tingle between her legs shocked her for a moment.
Sandra was, indeed, a striking woman. Her red hair was so pronounced that it illuminated the room. The fairness of her skin was absolutely delicious to Barbara.
"So, brace yourself, Barb, "Pam began. "We are staying here for a while."
"How long," Barbara asked with obvious delight. Pam was her partner in crime.
"Sandy and I are almost guaranteed work at the Tickling Machine."
"Wow, that is excellent," Barbara retorted feeling sexually excited by the thought of her baby sister and her beautiful friend tickled on the state-of-the-art tickle torture devise.
"We have an appointment, er, audition set for tomorrow morning," Sandra said. Barbara was transfixed by the satiny texture of this woman's voice. She could be a movie star, Barbara thought.
"Well," said Barbara. "Have you made arrangements at the salon? "
"Yes, we were hoping you could get us there as soon as possible."
Barbara stood up, abruptly. "Why wait another moment. I'll drive you."
The girls were delighted and they giggled as the three hurried to the door.
Kittletown was warm and sunny. Sandra liked the 'feel' of the place very much. As the Olds drove through the suburban streets, past the rows of lawns, flowers, and palm trees, Sandra watched in wonder at the contrast between Kittletown and the cold north.
The two watched the people as Barbara drove slowly. Pam noticed how all the women wore sleeveless dresses and shirts. Their long, shaven legs tapered down into open-toed shoes or sandals. Sandra hadn't caught on yet. Pam was already a veteran of the place.
Soon, they entered main street and Sandra saw a big, beautiful Art Deco building called THE SALON. Her stomach fluttered in excitement.
Barbara parked and waved to a few women as they all got out of the car and walked to the big, glass doors.
Both Pam and Sandra's stomaches were filled with butterflies but their fear and excitement turned to awe when they entered the salon and saw the rich furnishings and the beautiful women.
Sandra whispered to Pam, "These are the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Look at those bodies. My God, where did they come from?"
A gorgeous blonde wearing a very sexy, tight, red sleeveless dress approached. Pam and Sandra stared.
"Hi Trina, long time no see," Barbara said embracing her and exchanging friendly kisses.
"Barbara, you look fabulous. Kittletown life has been good for you, eh?"
"Thanks. Trina, this is my sister, Pam, and her friend, Sandra. They're moving here and I hoped that you could get them in as soon as possible."
Trina smiled as she extended her delicate hand gently to greet the two women. Sandra was amazed at the pampered softness of Trina's hands and the elegant smoothness of her bare arms. Even her hair and make-up was exceptional.
"You have some very beautiful women working here, Trina," Sandra said nervously.
Trina turned to them and giggled. "Oh, they don't work here. They work at the Tickling Machine. They're here for their pedicures and manicures."
"They work at the Tickling Machine?" Pam said, exasperated. "We don't stand a chance."
Trina walked right up to Pam and stood a foot away. Pam felt a little edgy. Trina lifted her hand up and gently brushed the hair from Pam's face.
"You are very beautiful," Trina said. This was the first time that Pam noticed a foreign sound to her voice, and guessed that she must have come from Australia some time ago.
"These women are no different than you or your friend here. You are every bit as beautiful, and when you leave here today, you'll believe me."
Pam looked into Trina's beautiful face and had to look down out of embarrassment. As she looked down, her eyes caught sight of Trina's delicate toes, painted pink. Pam felt an instant tingle between her legs and a strong urge to tickle Trina.
Then a strange thing occurred. Trina stared into Pam's eyes and it seemed to Pam as if she could read Pam's intentions.
Trina leaned close to Pam's ear and whispered, "You're right. I am very ticklish on my feet. It's okay to tickle me there or anywhere if you get the Urge. Don't hold back. You'll soon be a Kittletonian. Then you'll understand."
"Hey, no secrets," retorted Sandra.
Another beautiful woman dressed as exquisitely sexy as Trina walked up to Sandra and took her arm saying, "Will you walk with me, please? We have your rooms ready."
Trina and Pam walked behind Sandra and Trina watched Sandra's body as the two walked ahead.
"Your friend is very beautiful," Trina began. "Is she very ticklish?"
"Yes, she is, very," Pam said.
"I would love to tickle her. She will be perfect at the Tickling Machine. The men will love her red hair and smooth skin. Have you tickled her?"
"Yes I have," Pam said. She was going to ask Trina why she was getting these feelings. Why was she getting so sexually stimulated when she thought of tickling other women.
Once again, Trina seemed to read her mind and said, "I know you tickled her. I bet she was absolutely delicious. You will get these urges. It happens to all people once they've been here. Kittletown changes people."
Barbara followed the ladies into the inner salon and remembered a day, not too long ago, that she underwent the initiation. Trina kept looking back at Barbara and smiling, staring at her up and down. This made Barbara a bit self-conscious. Trina had a way of looking that a person could actually 'feel'.
Sandra was taken to a table and introduced to her electrolysist, Kimberly. Kimberly was a petite, very cute woman of about 20, with long, curly black hair and an infectious smile. She wore a short dress with flowers on it that hugged her shape, accentuating her large breasts.
Kimberly giggled as Sandra disrobed and laid on the padded table. The young woman draped a sheet over her soft body. Kimberly looked up at Trina and threw her a "what a body" gesture. Trina smiled and nodded slightly.
Sandra put her left arm up and tucked it behind her head. Trina lifted her fingers and wriggled them in the air. Kimberly nodded and looked at Sandra's bare, smooth armpit. Smiling, she reached her hand up and tickled Sandra's soft underarm in one quick motion.
Sandra squeaked and threw her arm down. All the women laughed.
"Already?" Sandra exclaimed with a big smile.
Kimberly looked again at Trina, "She is ticklish."
