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Cecily Strong and Kate MacKinnon return to initiate the new core of SNL's female cast.
Starring
Heidi Gardner
Chloe Fineman
Ego Nwodim
Sarah Sherman
Jane Wickline
The neon lights of New York City twinkled like distant stars in the velvet sky above 30 Rockefeller Plaza. Inside, the hallowed halls of Studio 8H buzzed with anticipation as the cast of Saturday Night Live prepared for their weekly show. It was a Wednesday night like any other, with the scent of fresh paint and the faint echoes of laughter from rehearsals lingering in the air. The stage was set, the cue cards in place, and the cast was eager to entertain the millions who would soon be tuning in, in a few days.
Heidi Gardner, Chloe Fineman, Ego Nwodim, and Sarah Sherman, the current female powerhouse of the show, huddled together in Heidi's dressing room. They had heard whispers of a surprise visit from two of the show's former leading ladies, but the thought barely registered amidst the flurry of the night's preparations.
Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal the grinning faces of Cecily Strong and Kate MacKinnon, their eyes sparkling with mischief. The current cast members leaped to their feet, squealing with delight as the icons of SNL stepped into the room. Hugs and kisses were exchanged, and the air grew thick with nostalgia and camaraderie.
"We couldn't just let you go on without a proper initiation," Kate announced, holding up her recently done, perfectly filed nails. "You all must know the drill."
The current cast members looked at each other, their eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The tickle initiation was a time-honored tradition among the female cast members, a rite of passage that bonded them in a way that only those who had experienced it could understand. It had been passed down from generation to generation of SNL greats, a secret sisterhood ritual that had taken on almost mythical proportions.
Cecily and Kate began to reminisce about their own initiation, years ago, at the hands of Maya Rudolph and Kristen Wiig. They described the feeling of the soft but sharp touch of their idols' freshly manicured nails gliding over their bare soles, sending shivers up their spines and laughter bubbling out of their throats. The memory brought a warmth to their faces and a sparkle to their eyes that the new cast members couldn't help but find contagious.
Heidi Gardner felt her heart racing in her chest. Despite the camaraderie, she had secretly dreaded this moment ever since she'd begun hearing the stories about the prolonged foot tickling. Her size 8.5 feet were notorious among her friends and family for their extreme sensitivity, especially on her pale, shallow arches. The mere thought of the inner edge of her soles being targeted made her want to jump out of her skin. She tried to hide her apprehension, not wanting to seem ungrateful for the honor of joining such a legendary group.
Cecily and Kate noticed Heidi's anxiety and shared a knowing smile. They had all been in her shoes once, feeling the same nerves before facing prolonged tickling. "Don't worry," Cecily assured her, "It's all in good fun, and trust me, you'll be laughing so hard, you won't have time to think about it once it starts." Heidi nodded, trying to convince herself that she could handle it, as she sat down in one of the four chairs that they'd positioned in the center of the room.
Chloe Fineman took her place next to Heidi, her own heart beating a little faster than usual. Despite her cool exterior, she too was feeling the pressure. She had heard whispers about the tickling ritual from former cast members and had always wondered if she'd be able to hold her own when her turn came. As she placed her small, Doc Marten boot covered, size 6 feet in the wooden stocks, she leaned over to Heidi and whispered, "We're in this together." Her words brought a small measure of comfort to Heidi, who managed a grateful smile in return.
Suddenly, a hush fell over the room as Cecily Strong leaned in close to Chloe, her eyes gleaming with a hint of something other than pure amusement. "I talked to Amy in makeup sweetie...she told me all about your toes," she murmured into Chloe's ear, her voice barely audible over the sound of the bustling studio outside. Chloe's big eyes went wide with surprise, and she tried to hide her nervousness. Her secret was out.
Sarah Sherman, the youngest and newest member of the quartet, claimed the last chair with a nervous giggle. Her size 7.5 feet were a canvas of quirky personality, covered in knee high winter boots and a pair of colorful socks, both slime green.
Kate MacKinnon's eyes fell on Sarah's wiggling, boot covered feet. She had been watching her from afar, a secret crush blossoming since Sarah's first night on the show. There was something about her quirky charm and unabashed humor that Kate couldn't get enough of. As the moment grew tense, Kate couldn't resist leaning closer, whispering, "Your instagram is Sarahsquirm...I'm really going to enjoy making you squirm for me cutie." The warmth of Kate's breath tickled Sarah's ear, and she felt a flush of excitement. She had no idea that Kate had noticed her, let alone thought she was cute.
Ego Nwodim took her place in the final chair, her nerves palpable. She knew that her ex-boyfriend had always loved her size 8 feet with their perfectly painted white toes and soft, wrinkled soles. Whenever Ego was barefoot, people couldn't help but comment on the beauty of her feet. Ego knew she had great feet and enjoyed showing them off.
The former cast members looked at each other, their grins growing wider. It was time to begin. They approached their current counterparts with the grace of cats stalking their prey. The room grew silent except for the sound of their own shallow breaths and the occasional rustle of fabric as someone shifted in their chair.
As Kate reached for the laces of Heidi's Nike sneakers, her heart raced. The initiation was about to commence, and she could feel the electricity in the air. The knock at the door was unexpected, and for a brief second, the room froze. The cast members glanced at each other, the nervous anticipation momentarily forgotten, while the alumni remained unfazed, and got up to see who it was.
When Kate and Cecily opened the door, they were met with the bright smile of Jane Wickline, the latest addition to the SNL family. Jane's eyes widened when she saw the setup, her curiosity piqued. "Am I interrupting?" she asked, her voice filled with innocence and a hint of excitement. She'd heard whispers of the mysterious initiation rites but had no idea she'd stumbled upon the most notorious one.
Without missing a beat, Kate pulled Jane into the room with the enthusiasm of a child revealing a secret clubhouse. "You're not interrupting," she exclaimed, "You're joining!" Jane looked around, unsure of what to make of the situation, but the warmth in Kate's voice was reassuring.
Heidi's eyes met Jane's and she offered a tentative smile. "You don't have to," she whispered, but the look on Jane's face was pure excitement. "Oh, I absolutely do!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with glee. She kicked off her shoes and took her place in the newly found fifth chair, her long size 11 feet adorned in mismatched socks that she quickly removed. Jane put her ankles in the stocks attached to the chair and Kate locked her in with a sly smile.
Jane's toes wiggled in the open air, her feet were indeed a sight to behold, with their pale extra-long slender toes and pale soles that looked like she hadn't gone barefoot before this very moment.
Kate and Cecily took a moment to compose themselves, the sight of five pairs of stocked feet in front of them was both thrilling and overwhelming. They cleared their throats and began to lay down the rules of the tickling initiation. "Alright, the game is simple," Kate announced, her voice carrying the authority of a seasoned tickle master, "Each of you will start with five minutes of foot tickling, and if any of you can hold in your laughter, you can veto one spot on your feet that we can't touch for the remainder of the hour."
Cecily nodded in agreement, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She looked around the room. "And trust me ladies, you ARE going to want that veto. Maya found my spot and worked it with an electric toothbrush until I was in tears...and no I'm not telling you where on my feet it was"
The five current cast members glanced nervously at each other, the thought of having their most ticklish spots exploited for an hour hanging in the air. Who would be brave enough to go first? Heidi, Chloe, Ego, Sarah, and Jane all shifted in their seats, the anticipation making their skin crawl. Finally, after a few moments of tension, Sarah Sherman raised her hand, her voice shaking slightly. "I'll go first," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
Kate MacKinnon's eyes sparkled as she stepped closer to Sarah, her own heart racing with the thrill of the tickling ritual she was about to perform. She knelt down in front of the chair, her hands reaching for the laces of her knee high boots. As she untied them, the sound of the leather loosening seemed to echo through the room, each second stretching out like a rubber band about to snap. With a swift motion, Kate pulled off the boots, revealing Sarah's mismatched, slime green socks, one with cartoons and the other with polka dots.
The socks came off next, and the sight of Sarah's bare feet sent a ripple of excitement through Kate. She took one of the socks and began to trace the arch of Sarah's foot with the soft fabric. The sensation was like nothing Sarah had ever felt before, a strange blend of pleasure and tickle that made her squirm in the chair. The room grew quiet except for the sound of Kate's breath, the anticipation thick enough to cut with a knife.
Cecily looked at the other four ladies and smiled as she asked "ok who wants to see what my nails are capable of?"
The tension grew palpable as Kate took a deep breath and her index finger hovered just above the base of Sarah's second toe. She waited a beat, savoring the moment before the tickle, and then gently touched down. Sarah's body jolted, and a giggle escaped her lips despite her best efforts to hold it in.
Heidi watched her friend's tortured expression. The room was so quiet you could hear Kate's nails lightly scraping across Sarah's soles, her toes curling and uncurling in response to the feather-light touches.
Sarah's eyes watered with the effort of containing her mirth, her cheeks growing redder by the second. She clutched the armrests of the chair, knuckles white, as Kate's nails danced over her arches, Sarah was trying to pick the veto spot she would hopefully earn with some sort of miracle of endurance. The sound of her own breath was the only thing louder than the thumping of her heart in her chest.
"Oh, these are delightfully soft," Kate purred, her eyes locked on Sarah's face, which contorted to hold back laughter. "I bet you've never had anyone tickle you like this before, have you?"
Sarah's eyes squeezed shut tightly, her body quivering. The softness of her feet was a double-edged sword. She had always loved the feeling of warm socks and cozy boots, but now it seemed like a cruel joke as they made her skin more sensitive to Kate's relentless tickling. Her mind raced, trying to find a way to win the veto without giving in to the laughter that threatened to spill out.
The room was still, the air thick with tension as Kate continued her tickling assault. Meanwhile, Cecily studied the other girls, looking for the one who seemed to be holding their breath the most. Her gaze settled on Ego Nwodim, whose sneaker clad feet twitched in anticipation. Ego had always been one to hide her emotions, but now the slight tremor from her lower extremities gave her away.
With a knowing smile, Cecily knelt down by Ego's pristine Nike's. "You know," she began in a low voice, "I've seen your WikiFeet page." Ego's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. The secret was out; her feet had been a subject of admiration and fascination outside of the SNL stage.
Cecily took her time untying the laces, her eyes never leaving Ego's face. "I had no idea you had such a... devoted fan base," she said with a wink. The tension in the room was palpable, and even Kate looked up from her tickling to see how Ego would respond.
Ego's mouth fell open in shock. She hadn't realized her feet had earned her a following beyond the confines of the studio.
Cecily took full advantage of the distraction, pulling off Ego's socks with a flourish. The cool air of the room hit Ego's bare soles, and she couldn't help but gasp. The room was eerily quiet except for the sound of her own breathing, which grew more rapid as she waited for the tickling to begin.
Ego's size 8 feet were indeed a marvel. With dark brown skin that contrasted beautifully with the bright white of her freshly painted nails, they were a testament to her meticulous self-care. Each of her toes was perfectly shaped and pampered. Her soles, a few shades paler than the tops of her feet, were lightly wrinkled and as soft as the finest silk.
But it was the pads of her big toes that she hoped would remain untouched. A single feather-like brush on those spots would send her into paroxysms of laughter, a fact she had revealed during a particularly drunken night at the after-party following a show. She had hoped the confession had been forgotten, but the look in Cecily's eye told her otherwise.
"Now, let's see if those fans know what they're talking about," Cecily murmured, her nails poised just above the soft cushion of Ego's feet. The tickling began, starting with the pads under Ego's pretty toes, working their way up the stems and towards the dreaded toe pads. Ego's eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her lip hard to keep from squealing.
The room watched with bated breath as Kate and Cecily performed their ritualistic dance, each stroke of their nails more precise and agonizing than the last. The other cast members' eyes darted back and forth, torn between sympathy and a morbid curiosity about what the next round would bring.
Sarah Sherman had started to grunt and it rapidly switched to full-blown laughter, her body shaking in the chair, and her cheeks were rosy with the effort of holding it back. "I can't! I can't!" she gasped, her voice high-pitched and breathless. Kate looked up from watching her own nails flick all over the balls of Sarah's soft soles, her eyes gleaming with victory.
"Looks like we found your hot spot," Kate said to Sarah, her voice a mix of triumph and playfulness.
Cecily looked over at Kate, her curiosity piqued. "Ah, the ball of the foot," she said with a knowing nod. "A classic."
Kate nodded as she switched to Chloe's size 6's, her hands expertly unlacing the sturdy doc Martens and her long baby blue socks, revealing two small but well developed feet. Chloe had a nice little arch and fairly lengthy toes for having smaller feet. "It's a good spot for some...," she agreed, "But I've got my eye on Chloe's toes."
The room looked over at Chloe, who had turned a shade of red. She was already squirming in her chair, her hands gripping the armrests tightly. The makeup department's secret was out. Chloe had been dreading this moment since she'd heard the whispers about the initiation.
Her toes had always been her Achilles' heel. Whenever she had to get a pedicure or have makeup applied to them for a sketch, she'd squirm and giggle uncontrollably. It was like a switch had been flipped, and she'd turn into a giggling mess. The thought of Kate or Cecily getting anywhere near those sensitive areas with their sharp nails was enough to make her break out in a cold sweat.
Kate looked up at Chloe with a knowing smirk. "I heard from Amy in makeup," she began, her voice carrying the weight of a secret shared, "that you had quite the... reaction to the makeup brush on your toes last season." Chloe felt her face go hot, and she sank lower in her chair. It was true; she had practically kicked a makeup artist in the face while trying to escape the tickling sensation of the brush.
Cecily raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Is that so?" she asked, her eyes flicking down to Chloe's now bare feet. "Well, we can't have any of that here, can we?"
Kate leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Don't worry, Chloe," she whispered, "Your secret's safe with us." But the gleam in her eye told a different story. She was going to enjoy this.
As Kate's timer started, she positioned her hand under Chloe's left foot, her nails poised like tiny knives ready to strike. The moment the timer hit zero, Kate's nails darted under Chloe's toes, pressing into the tender flesh with surprising precision. Chloe's laughter bubbled up immediately, a high-pitched squeal that filled the room.
Heidi watched in horror, her own five minutes looming like a dark cloud on the horizon. She had never seen Chloe laugh like this, not even during the most hilarious of rehearsals. Chloe's whole body convulsed with laughter, her legs attempting to kick out in spasms. It was clear she had lost the battle for the veto spot.
Ego, on the other hand, remained stoic, her eyes closed tightly as if willing herself to be somewhere else entirely. Her breathing grew heavier, and her toes curled inwards as Cecily's nails approached the sensitive pads of her big toes. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and Heidi could see beads of sweat forming on Ego's brow.
"You're doing great," Heidi murmured under her breath, trying to offer some form of comfort. But Ego's body was a tapestry of tension, each muscle tightening in anticipation of the inevitable touch.
Finally, Cecily's nails reached the base of Ego's big toe, and the room seemed to hold its collective breath. With a swift motion, her nails danced along the large, pale pad, sending a shiver up Ego's spine. Her big brown eyes flew open, she gasped, and her sudden laughter was loudly echoing off the walls of the dressing room.
Ego had lasted just under four minutes. No veto.
The room was filled with the sound of Ego and Chloe's laughter as Kate and Cecily took a moment to appreciate their handiwork. Jane Wickline watched the whole ordeal with wide eyes, her curiosity piqued. "Has anyone ever lasted five minutes" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.
"Not in recent memory," Cecily said with a smug smile as she finally stopped tickling Ego and moved over to Heidi. "But there's always a first time for everything."
Kate looked at Chloe's twitching toes with satisfaction before turning to Jane. The excitement in the room was palpable as Kate took a seat in front of Jane's chair, her own heart racing with excitement. "Ready?" she asked, her voice a mix of kindness and challenge.
Jane nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of the unknown. Her bare size 11 feet, so often a source of jokes and teasing, had become a point of pride for her. They were a part of her, a symbol of her height and the unique presence she brought to the show. Kate held her long, slender toes back and raked her long, sharp nails up and down the rookies left sole.
Jane's body convulsed with laughter the instant Kate's nails made contact. She had forgotten just how ticklish she was, how a simple touch could send her spiraling into hysterics. Her long legs kicked wildly in their restraints, her full-blown laughter filled the entire dressing room.
"Looks like we have a natural," Kate said, her voice full of admiration. She turned to the others, her eyes alight with the thrill of the moment. "Jane's not getting a veto, and wow does she need one for these long beauties!" Kate scribbled her nails all over Janes long soles and toes, every part of her feet giving Kate the same 10/10 reaction.
Heidi Gardner, whose own size 8.5 feet remained hidden within the comforting confines of her Nike sneakers. She watched Kate work over Jane with a mix of dread and fascination, knowing that her turn was next. The sound of her sneakers popping as they were pulled off her feet made Heidi cringe as she felt the cool air hit her short white socked feet.
"Remember when Bowen grabbed your foot during that Hinge date sketch?" Cecily said, her voice light and teasing. Heidi's eyes grew wide, recalling the moment all too well. It had been a simple mistake, a misstep in their choreographed routine, but it had resulted in an uncontrollable giggle fit that had the audience and the cast in stitches. Her cheeks flushing at the thought of her vulnerability.
"You do remember, don't you?" Kate chimed in, her eyes gleaming. "You practically kicked him just because he grabbed your foot!"
Heidi's gaze flicked between the two of them, her heart racing. She felt the cold sweat forming on her palms. "I... I can handle it," she managed to say, trying to sound braver than she felt.
But as Kate joined Cecily, the atmosphere in the room changed. The laughter from the others grew softer, almost as if they were afraid to disturb the intense focus that had settled over the two former cast members. They whispered to each other, sharing a knowing look that sent a shiver down Heidi's spine.
"Liar," Cecily said sadistically, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I think we need to show these ladies what real tickling is." Kate's smile grew wider, and she nodded in agreement. They had both been through this before, and they knew exactly how to push their limits.
Kate and Cecily set a five minute timer for Heidi, they knew she wouldn't come close to holding out for the duration to receive a tickle spot veto, but they had to give her a chance anyway.
"After you break, Heidi...we're going to invite some special guests to tickle all of you for an entire hour on your cute feet at the same time...so just remember that when you're desperately trying not to laugh, that everyone is going to be tickled intensely for an entire hour as soon as you give up."
The four other ladies watched nervously as Cecily and Kate began stripping Heidi's socks off, revealing her light pink, wrinkled heels, then her long, pale, shallow arches, the meaty pad under her toes and finally her light pink, long, plump toes.
"Coochie coo Heidi, this is going to be hell for you." Kate said cruelly as she began lightly tickling the center of Heidi's wrinkled size 8.5 soles with her long nails.
"If you give up now, I might leave these pretty toes alone...or maybe I'll just tell you that and spend the entire hour finding which toe is the most sensitive..." Cecily teased. Heidi was already squirming even with the light, gentle tickling.
Then it happened, Kate MacKinnon had started grazing the spot between the ball of her foot and her big toe and Heidi yelped and exclaimed "no not there!"
Kate and Cecily looked at each other knowingly and stepped back victoriously, looking down at the five bound women before them. Kate set a timer for an hour, and right before hitting start, she grabbed her phone out of her bag and sent a group text to the other three women who went to get their nails done with earlier today.
Within a few minutes there was a knock at the door, Cecily happily ran over to open it and standing in the doorway were SNL legends Tina Fey, Maya Rudolph and Amy Poehler.
To be continued
Starring
Heidi Gardner
Chloe Fineman
Ego Nwodim
Sarah Sherman
Jane Wickline
The neon lights of New York City twinkled like distant stars in the velvet sky above 30 Rockefeller Plaza. Inside, the hallowed halls of Studio 8H buzzed with anticipation as the cast of Saturday Night Live prepared for their weekly show. It was a Wednesday night like any other, with the scent of fresh paint and the faint echoes of laughter from rehearsals lingering in the air. The stage was set, the cue cards in place, and the cast was eager to entertain the millions who would soon be tuning in, in a few days.
Heidi Gardner, Chloe Fineman, Ego Nwodim, and Sarah Sherman, the current female powerhouse of the show, huddled together in Heidi's dressing room. They had heard whispers of a surprise visit from two of the show's former leading ladies, but the thought barely registered amidst the flurry of the night's preparations.
Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal the grinning faces of Cecily Strong and Kate MacKinnon, their eyes sparkling with mischief. The current cast members leaped to their feet, squealing with delight as the icons of SNL stepped into the room. Hugs and kisses were exchanged, and the air grew thick with nostalgia and camaraderie.
"We couldn't just let you go on without a proper initiation," Kate announced, holding up her recently done, perfectly filed nails. "You all must know the drill."
The current cast members looked at each other, their eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The tickle initiation was a time-honored tradition among the female cast members, a rite of passage that bonded them in a way that only those who had experienced it could understand. It had been passed down from generation to generation of SNL greats, a secret sisterhood ritual that had taken on almost mythical proportions.
Cecily and Kate began to reminisce about their own initiation, years ago, at the hands of Maya Rudolph and Kristen Wiig. They described the feeling of the soft but sharp touch of their idols' freshly manicured nails gliding over their bare soles, sending shivers up their spines and laughter bubbling out of their throats. The memory brought a warmth to their faces and a sparkle to their eyes that the new cast members couldn't help but find contagious.
Heidi Gardner felt her heart racing in her chest. Despite the camaraderie, she had secretly dreaded this moment ever since she'd begun hearing the stories about the prolonged foot tickling. Her size 8.5 feet were notorious among her friends and family for their extreme sensitivity, especially on her pale, shallow arches. The mere thought of the inner edge of her soles being targeted made her want to jump out of her skin. She tried to hide her apprehension, not wanting to seem ungrateful for the honor of joining such a legendary group.
Cecily and Kate noticed Heidi's anxiety and shared a knowing smile. They had all been in her shoes once, feeling the same nerves before facing prolonged tickling. "Don't worry," Cecily assured her, "It's all in good fun, and trust me, you'll be laughing so hard, you won't have time to think about it once it starts." Heidi nodded, trying to convince herself that she could handle it, as she sat down in one of the four chairs that they'd positioned in the center of the room.
Chloe Fineman took her place next to Heidi, her own heart beating a little faster than usual. Despite her cool exterior, she too was feeling the pressure. She had heard whispers about the tickling ritual from former cast members and had always wondered if she'd be able to hold her own when her turn came. As she placed her small, Doc Marten boot covered, size 6 feet in the wooden stocks, she leaned over to Heidi and whispered, "We're in this together." Her words brought a small measure of comfort to Heidi, who managed a grateful smile in return.
Suddenly, a hush fell over the room as Cecily Strong leaned in close to Chloe, her eyes gleaming with a hint of something other than pure amusement. "I talked to Amy in makeup sweetie...she told me all about your toes," she murmured into Chloe's ear, her voice barely audible over the sound of the bustling studio outside. Chloe's big eyes went wide with surprise, and she tried to hide her nervousness. Her secret was out.
Sarah Sherman, the youngest and newest member of the quartet, claimed the last chair with a nervous giggle. Her size 7.5 feet were a canvas of quirky personality, covered in knee high winter boots and a pair of colorful socks, both slime green.
Kate MacKinnon's eyes fell on Sarah's wiggling, boot covered feet. She had been watching her from afar, a secret crush blossoming since Sarah's first night on the show. There was something about her quirky charm and unabashed humor that Kate couldn't get enough of. As the moment grew tense, Kate couldn't resist leaning closer, whispering, "Your instagram is Sarahsquirm...I'm really going to enjoy making you squirm for me cutie." The warmth of Kate's breath tickled Sarah's ear, and she felt a flush of excitement. She had no idea that Kate had noticed her, let alone thought she was cute.
Ego Nwodim took her place in the final chair, her nerves palpable. She knew that her ex-boyfriend had always loved her size 8 feet with their perfectly painted white toes and soft, wrinkled soles. Whenever Ego was barefoot, people couldn't help but comment on the beauty of her feet. Ego knew she had great feet and enjoyed showing them off.
The former cast members looked at each other, their grins growing wider. It was time to begin. They approached their current counterparts with the grace of cats stalking their prey. The room grew silent except for the sound of their own shallow breaths and the occasional rustle of fabric as someone shifted in their chair.
As Kate reached for the laces of Heidi's Nike sneakers, her heart raced. The initiation was about to commence, and she could feel the electricity in the air. The knock at the door was unexpected, and for a brief second, the room froze. The cast members glanced at each other, the nervous anticipation momentarily forgotten, while the alumni remained unfazed, and got up to see who it was.
When Kate and Cecily opened the door, they were met with the bright smile of Jane Wickline, the latest addition to the SNL family. Jane's eyes widened when she saw the setup, her curiosity piqued. "Am I interrupting?" she asked, her voice filled with innocence and a hint of excitement. She'd heard whispers of the mysterious initiation rites but had no idea she'd stumbled upon the most notorious one.
Without missing a beat, Kate pulled Jane into the room with the enthusiasm of a child revealing a secret clubhouse. "You're not interrupting," she exclaimed, "You're joining!" Jane looked around, unsure of what to make of the situation, but the warmth in Kate's voice was reassuring.
Heidi's eyes met Jane's and she offered a tentative smile. "You don't have to," she whispered, but the look on Jane's face was pure excitement. "Oh, I absolutely do!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with glee. She kicked off her shoes and took her place in the newly found fifth chair, her long size 11 feet adorned in mismatched socks that she quickly removed. Jane put her ankles in the stocks attached to the chair and Kate locked her in with a sly smile.
Jane's toes wiggled in the open air, her feet were indeed a sight to behold, with their pale extra-long slender toes and pale soles that looked like she hadn't gone barefoot before this very moment.
Kate and Cecily took a moment to compose themselves, the sight of five pairs of stocked feet in front of them was both thrilling and overwhelming. They cleared their throats and began to lay down the rules of the tickling initiation. "Alright, the game is simple," Kate announced, her voice carrying the authority of a seasoned tickle master, "Each of you will start with five minutes of foot tickling, and if any of you can hold in your laughter, you can veto one spot on your feet that we can't touch for the remainder of the hour."
Cecily nodded in agreement, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She looked around the room. "And trust me ladies, you ARE going to want that veto. Maya found my spot and worked it with an electric toothbrush until I was in tears...and no I'm not telling you where on my feet it was"
The five current cast members glanced nervously at each other, the thought of having their most ticklish spots exploited for an hour hanging in the air. Who would be brave enough to go first? Heidi, Chloe, Ego, Sarah, and Jane all shifted in their seats, the anticipation making their skin crawl. Finally, after a few moments of tension, Sarah Sherman raised her hand, her voice shaking slightly. "I'll go first," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
Kate MacKinnon's eyes sparkled as she stepped closer to Sarah, her own heart racing with the thrill of the tickling ritual she was about to perform. She knelt down in front of the chair, her hands reaching for the laces of her knee high boots. As she untied them, the sound of the leather loosening seemed to echo through the room, each second stretching out like a rubber band about to snap. With a swift motion, Kate pulled off the boots, revealing Sarah's mismatched, slime green socks, one with cartoons and the other with polka dots.
The socks came off next, and the sight of Sarah's bare feet sent a ripple of excitement through Kate. She took one of the socks and began to trace the arch of Sarah's foot with the soft fabric. The sensation was like nothing Sarah had ever felt before, a strange blend of pleasure and tickle that made her squirm in the chair. The room grew quiet except for the sound of Kate's breath, the anticipation thick enough to cut with a knife.
Cecily looked at the other four ladies and smiled as she asked "ok who wants to see what my nails are capable of?"
The tension grew palpable as Kate took a deep breath and her index finger hovered just above the base of Sarah's second toe. She waited a beat, savoring the moment before the tickle, and then gently touched down. Sarah's body jolted, and a giggle escaped her lips despite her best efforts to hold it in.
Heidi watched her friend's tortured expression. The room was so quiet you could hear Kate's nails lightly scraping across Sarah's soles, her toes curling and uncurling in response to the feather-light touches.
Sarah's eyes watered with the effort of containing her mirth, her cheeks growing redder by the second. She clutched the armrests of the chair, knuckles white, as Kate's nails danced over her arches, Sarah was trying to pick the veto spot she would hopefully earn with some sort of miracle of endurance. The sound of her own breath was the only thing louder than the thumping of her heart in her chest.
"Oh, these are delightfully soft," Kate purred, her eyes locked on Sarah's face, which contorted to hold back laughter. "I bet you've never had anyone tickle you like this before, have you?"
Sarah's eyes squeezed shut tightly, her body quivering. The softness of her feet was a double-edged sword. She had always loved the feeling of warm socks and cozy boots, but now it seemed like a cruel joke as they made her skin more sensitive to Kate's relentless tickling. Her mind raced, trying to find a way to win the veto without giving in to the laughter that threatened to spill out.
The room was still, the air thick with tension as Kate continued her tickling assault. Meanwhile, Cecily studied the other girls, looking for the one who seemed to be holding their breath the most. Her gaze settled on Ego Nwodim, whose sneaker clad feet twitched in anticipation. Ego had always been one to hide her emotions, but now the slight tremor from her lower extremities gave her away.
With a knowing smile, Cecily knelt down by Ego's pristine Nike's. "You know," she began in a low voice, "I've seen your WikiFeet page." Ego's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. The secret was out; her feet had been a subject of admiration and fascination outside of the SNL stage.
Cecily took her time untying the laces, her eyes never leaving Ego's face. "I had no idea you had such a... devoted fan base," she said with a wink. The tension in the room was palpable, and even Kate looked up from her tickling to see how Ego would respond.
Ego's mouth fell open in shock. She hadn't realized her feet had earned her a following beyond the confines of the studio.
Cecily took full advantage of the distraction, pulling off Ego's socks with a flourish. The cool air of the room hit Ego's bare soles, and she couldn't help but gasp. The room was eerily quiet except for the sound of her own breathing, which grew more rapid as she waited for the tickling to begin.
Ego's size 8 feet were indeed a marvel. With dark brown skin that contrasted beautifully with the bright white of her freshly painted nails, they were a testament to her meticulous self-care. Each of her toes was perfectly shaped and pampered. Her soles, a few shades paler than the tops of her feet, were lightly wrinkled and as soft as the finest silk.
But it was the pads of her big toes that she hoped would remain untouched. A single feather-like brush on those spots would send her into paroxysms of laughter, a fact she had revealed during a particularly drunken night at the after-party following a show. She had hoped the confession had been forgotten, but the look in Cecily's eye told her otherwise.
"Now, let's see if those fans know what they're talking about," Cecily murmured, her nails poised just above the soft cushion of Ego's feet. The tickling began, starting with the pads under Ego's pretty toes, working their way up the stems and towards the dreaded toe pads. Ego's eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her lip hard to keep from squealing.
The room watched with bated breath as Kate and Cecily performed their ritualistic dance, each stroke of their nails more precise and agonizing than the last. The other cast members' eyes darted back and forth, torn between sympathy and a morbid curiosity about what the next round would bring.
Sarah Sherman had started to grunt and it rapidly switched to full-blown laughter, her body shaking in the chair, and her cheeks were rosy with the effort of holding it back. "I can't! I can't!" she gasped, her voice high-pitched and breathless. Kate looked up from watching her own nails flick all over the balls of Sarah's soft soles, her eyes gleaming with victory.
"Looks like we found your hot spot," Kate said to Sarah, her voice a mix of triumph and playfulness.
Cecily looked over at Kate, her curiosity piqued. "Ah, the ball of the foot," she said with a knowing nod. "A classic."
Kate nodded as she switched to Chloe's size 6's, her hands expertly unlacing the sturdy doc Martens and her long baby blue socks, revealing two small but well developed feet. Chloe had a nice little arch and fairly lengthy toes for having smaller feet. "It's a good spot for some...," she agreed, "But I've got my eye on Chloe's toes."
The room looked over at Chloe, who had turned a shade of red. She was already squirming in her chair, her hands gripping the armrests tightly. The makeup department's secret was out. Chloe had been dreading this moment since she'd heard the whispers about the initiation.
Her toes had always been her Achilles' heel. Whenever she had to get a pedicure or have makeup applied to them for a sketch, she'd squirm and giggle uncontrollably. It was like a switch had been flipped, and she'd turn into a giggling mess. The thought of Kate or Cecily getting anywhere near those sensitive areas with their sharp nails was enough to make her break out in a cold sweat.
Kate looked up at Chloe with a knowing smirk. "I heard from Amy in makeup," she began, her voice carrying the weight of a secret shared, "that you had quite the... reaction to the makeup brush on your toes last season." Chloe felt her face go hot, and she sank lower in her chair. It was true; she had practically kicked a makeup artist in the face while trying to escape the tickling sensation of the brush.
Cecily raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Is that so?" she asked, her eyes flicking down to Chloe's now bare feet. "Well, we can't have any of that here, can we?"
Kate leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Don't worry, Chloe," she whispered, "Your secret's safe with us." But the gleam in her eye told a different story. She was going to enjoy this.
As Kate's timer started, she positioned her hand under Chloe's left foot, her nails poised like tiny knives ready to strike. The moment the timer hit zero, Kate's nails darted under Chloe's toes, pressing into the tender flesh with surprising precision. Chloe's laughter bubbled up immediately, a high-pitched squeal that filled the room.
Heidi watched in horror, her own five minutes looming like a dark cloud on the horizon. She had never seen Chloe laugh like this, not even during the most hilarious of rehearsals. Chloe's whole body convulsed with laughter, her legs attempting to kick out in spasms. It was clear she had lost the battle for the veto spot.
Ego, on the other hand, remained stoic, her eyes closed tightly as if willing herself to be somewhere else entirely. Her breathing grew heavier, and her toes curled inwards as Cecily's nails approached the sensitive pads of her big toes. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and Heidi could see beads of sweat forming on Ego's brow.
"You're doing great," Heidi murmured under her breath, trying to offer some form of comfort. But Ego's body was a tapestry of tension, each muscle tightening in anticipation of the inevitable touch.
Finally, Cecily's nails reached the base of Ego's big toe, and the room seemed to hold its collective breath. With a swift motion, her nails danced along the large, pale pad, sending a shiver up Ego's spine. Her big brown eyes flew open, she gasped, and her sudden laughter was loudly echoing off the walls of the dressing room.
Ego had lasted just under four minutes. No veto.
The room was filled with the sound of Ego and Chloe's laughter as Kate and Cecily took a moment to appreciate their handiwork. Jane Wickline watched the whole ordeal with wide eyes, her curiosity piqued. "Has anyone ever lasted five minutes" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.
"Not in recent memory," Cecily said with a smug smile as she finally stopped tickling Ego and moved over to Heidi. "But there's always a first time for everything."
Kate looked at Chloe's twitching toes with satisfaction before turning to Jane. The excitement in the room was palpable as Kate took a seat in front of Jane's chair, her own heart racing with excitement. "Ready?" she asked, her voice a mix of kindness and challenge.
Jane nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of the unknown. Her bare size 11 feet, so often a source of jokes and teasing, had become a point of pride for her. They were a part of her, a symbol of her height and the unique presence she brought to the show. Kate held her long, slender toes back and raked her long, sharp nails up and down the rookies left sole.
Jane's body convulsed with laughter the instant Kate's nails made contact. She had forgotten just how ticklish she was, how a simple touch could send her spiraling into hysterics. Her long legs kicked wildly in their restraints, her full-blown laughter filled the entire dressing room.
"Looks like we have a natural," Kate said, her voice full of admiration. She turned to the others, her eyes alight with the thrill of the moment. "Jane's not getting a veto, and wow does she need one for these long beauties!" Kate scribbled her nails all over Janes long soles and toes, every part of her feet giving Kate the same 10/10 reaction.
Heidi Gardner, whose own size 8.5 feet remained hidden within the comforting confines of her Nike sneakers. She watched Kate work over Jane with a mix of dread and fascination, knowing that her turn was next. The sound of her sneakers popping as they were pulled off her feet made Heidi cringe as she felt the cool air hit her short white socked feet.
"Remember when Bowen grabbed your foot during that Hinge date sketch?" Cecily said, her voice light and teasing. Heidi's eyes grew wide, recalling the moment all too well. It had been a simple mistake, a misstep in their choreographed routine, but it had resulted in an uncontrollable giggle fit that had the audience and the cast in stitches. Her cheeks flushing at the thought of her vulnerability.
"You do remember, don't you?" Kate chimed in, her eyes gleaming. "You practically kicked him just because he grabbed your foot!"
Heidi's gaze flicked between the two of them, her heart racing. She felt the cold sweat forming on her palms. "I... I can handle it," she managed to say, trying to sound braver than she felt.
But as Kate joined Cecily, the atmosphere in the room changed. The laughter from the others grew softer, almost as if they were afraid to disturb the intense focus that had settled over the two former cast members. They whispered to each other, sharing a knowing look that sent a shiver down Heidi's spine.
"Liar," Cecily said sadistically, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I think we need to show these ladies what real tickling is." Kate's smile grew wider, and she nodded in agreement. They had both been through this before, and they knew exactly how to push their limits.
Kate and Cecily set a five minute timer for Heidi, they knew she wouldn't come close to holding out for the duration to receive a tickle spot veto, but they had to give her a chance anyway.
"After you break, Heidi...we're going to invite some special guests to tickle all of you for an entire hour on your cute feet at the same time...so just remember that when you're desperately trying not to laugh, that everyone is going to be tickled intensely for an entire hour as soon as you give up."
The four other ladies watched nervously as Cecily and Kate began stripping Heidi's socks off, revealing her light pink, wrinkled heels, then her long, pale, shallow arches, the meaty pad under her toes and finally her light pink, long, plump toes.
"Coochie coo Heidi, this is going to be hell for you." Kate said cruelly as she began lightly tickling the center of Heidi's wrinkled size 8.5 soles with her long nails.
"If you give up now, I might leave these pretty toes alone...or maybe I'll just tell you that and spend the entire hour finding which toe is the most sensitive..." Cecily teased. Heidi was already squirming even with the light, gentle tickling.
Then it happened, Kate MacKinnon had started grazing the spot between the ball of her foot and her big toe and Heidi yelped and exclaimed "no not there!"
Kate and Cecily looked at each other knowingly and stepped back victoriously, looking down at the five bound women before them. Kate set a timer for an hour, and right before hitting start, she grabbed her phone out of her bag and sent a group text to the other three women who went to get their nails done with earlier today.
Within a few minutes there was a knock at the door, Cecily happily ran over to open it and standing in the doorway were SNL legends Tina Fey, Maya Rudolph and Amy Poehler.
To be continued
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