I dedicate this story to pluto bum, I know I took a long time to write this but anyway I hope its what you were expecting : ) and I hope everyone else enjoys it as well.
Sara walked down southbeach, her long blond hair tied back in a pony tail as her curvacious body of 5'7 123 ibs relentlessly pumped itself within its bathing suit her sneakers padding methodically on the concrete as she listened to her Ipod. She wore a large pair of sunglasses against a tan face, with high cheekbones and tan skin. She was on her daily power walk, and on her way to her weekly pedicure. She curled her toes in her shoes. "Those imcompotent *****s..." she thought. Everytime she got a pedicure those evil women would always tickle her, her feet were not super sensative though ticklish, but something about the way they rubbed the pumice against her sole and toes just forced her to giggle like a schoolgirl. (Which she hadnt been that long ago.) Still they were the "best" in town, and she could not bear to go without her luxuries, but she wrinkled her nose at the prospect. "I'm really telling them off the moment I feel the urge to giggle..." she told herself firmly and with a certain sense of relish. She was paying them enough, why couldnt they give her a pedicure without tickling her? It was outrageous.
"Oh god here she comes..." Ling said shaking her head. Ling was a short chinese girl with black hair, and fair skin with almond shaped eyes and a trim figure. Every week Sara came in, every week she squirmed and kicked and threatened and insulted. It was getting tiresome. "Oh who? Miss Delicate?" asked Mulara who was of arab descent. She was about 5'3 and curvy about 130 ibs. She had lightly tanned skin and light brown eyes. "Oh God her?" the third asked, Olivia, who was hispanic was taller than the rest about as tall as Sara and matching her figure almost curve for curve she had a feeling Sara resented her especially because of this. Everytime she did her feet she always kicked her hardest. "I'm sick of her..." Mulara said frowning as she saw her come in. They were all speaking spanish, a language they had all learned living in south florida despite their different ethnicities and something the Sara did not know at all. They knew customers usually resented it when they spoke to eachother in languages they could not understand so they saved the practice especially for her.
Sara walked in the door. "Okay, I'm ready..." she said briskly as she walked in. The girls maintained a cheerful demeanor. "Oh Miss Sara of course..." said Ling bowing to her slightly. She liked to play stereo types around Sara as a personal joke. Sara frowned. "Okay can you PLEASE be firm today..." she said. Ling nodded but knew it didnt matter the girl was ticklish whether they were firm or soft with her feet. Sara reluctantly kicked off her shoes which were sockless revealing a relatively pale pair of size 9's which had a french pedicure and had long feminine toes with high arches. She sat down and Ling went to work, immediately a giggle ensued followed by a glowering look from Sara, Ling apologized and continued to scrub despite Sara's curling toes and subtle snickers.
Mulara and Olivia conversed in spanish, as it was early in the day Sara was their only customer. They continued to converse as Sara began to giggle louder and louder. "THATS IT!" she shrieked kicking Ling in the side of her head. "Why is it so hard for you NOT TO TICKLE ME!" she emphasized the words as if they were stupid. Mulara and Olivia nodded as Mulara moved to the end of the door and turned over the "open" side to "closed" upon the sign on the door. "I'm sorry Miss Sara it's not my fault you're feet are so ticklish..." she said apologetically. "THERE NOT TICKLISH YOUR MAKING THEM THAT WAY! NNMMPHMPH!" Olivia had snuck up behind her with a rag soaked in amonia...
Sara woke up about 15 minutes later, she was on a futon or something but it was wide, and she saw that her legs had been tied apart ropes tied around her ankles leading into hooks at the ceiling, her arms pulled taught over her head wrists wrapped together as that led to the ceiling as well. Sara also realized she could not see, a blindfold enfolded her eyes and put her into a veil of darkness. "Wh-where am I!?" she shreiked. "Shhhh" she heard giggling. "Oh you bitches! when i get out of here im going to press charges! Im going to SUE! im going too HHohohohoHOnonstopitstop!" she felt pumice on her feet, no longer trying to stop it from tickling Ling was now applying it to Sara's wrinkling arches.
"NOhafhaahaahahaahahahstopyoubitch!" "Kootchie kootchie koo miss sara... we have to get these feet nice and soft..." Ling sing sang to her victim with a devious smile. "Nohaahafhohohohohohoaaaahahastopstopohfuckyoustopnaoaoaaoaaaahaahahahahheehehee!" her laughter was adorable it was amazing something so pretty could come from such a mean spirited creature, it ranged in pitch from deep belly laughs when her arches were tortured to tinkling giggles when her toes were found, which wiggled constantly. "Oh no none of that..." Ling said holding Sara's toes apart and dropping the pumice piece began to tickle in between them sending Sara into new heights of hysteria. 'Ohhhaananaonononondfhafhahaahnotthat!!"
"Now now ling you cant have all the fun..." she heard the husky voice of Mulara as she felt fingers began to skitter down her undarms. "OhanafafahanaonfsstpstopstopsSSTOP!" she said screaming. "Shhh none of that we just want to hear you laugh..." Mulara said sweetly as she poked and prodded Sara's sensative underarms. "I thought you werent ticklish Miss Sara?" she asked teasingly as Sara squirmed shaking in her bondage. 'OHHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!"
"Now I cant let you two have all the fun..." came Olivia's voice in a husky spanish tone. Soon Sara felt fingernails skittering all over her belly. "OHhohoohoohoohoHOHOHOoHOOHOHahahaha" Sara's laughter now reaching all levels that her voice was capable of reaching, as all three girls simultaneously tortured her stomach, underarms, and feet. "Ohastopstopstopahahaha!" Olivia switched her fingernails to Sara's ribs prodding them in long firm pokes which ended in her rotating her fingers causing Sara to go into silent laughter. "OHahahahahaagfaf-" she passed out. "Oh shit oh shit did we kill her?!" Ling asked. "No..." Olivia said. "But by the time were done shell wish she were dead..." she said with a glint in her eye.
(To be continued.)
Sara walked down southbeach, her long blond hair tied back in a pony tail as her curvacious body of 5'7 123 ibs relentlessly pumped itself within its bathing suit her sneakers padding methodically on the concrete as she listened to her Ipod. She wore a large pair of sunglasses against a tan face, with high cheekbones and tan skin. She was on her daily power walk, and on her way to her weekly pedicure. She curled her toes in her shoes. "Those imcompotent *****s..." she thought. Everytime she got a pedicure those evil women would always tickle her, her feet were not super sensative though ticklish, but something about the way they rubbed the pumice against her sole and toes just forced her to giggle like a schoolgirl. (Which she hadnt been that long ago.) Still they were the "best" in town, and she could not bear to go without her luxuries, but she wrinkled her nose at the prospect. "I'm really telling them off the moment I feel the urge to giggle..." she told herself firmly and with a certain sense of relish. She was paying them enough, why couldnt they give her a pedicure without tickling her? It was outrageous.
"Oh god here she comes..." Ling said shaking her head. Ling was a short chinese girl with black hair, and fair skin with almond shaped eyes and a trim figure. Every week Sara came in, every week she squirmed and kicked and threatened and insulted. It was getting tiresome. "Oh who? Miss Delicate?" asked Mulara who was of arab descent. She was about 5'3 and curvy about 130 ibs. She had lightly tanned skin and light brown eyes. "Oh God her?" the third asked, Olivia, who was hispanic was taller than the rest about as tall as Sara and matching her figure almost curve for curve she had a feeling Sara resented her especially because of this. Everytime she did her feet she always kicked her hardest. "I'm sick of her..." Mulara said frowning as she saw her come in. They were all speaking spanish, a language they had all learned living in south florida despite their different ethnicities and something the Sara did not know at all. They knew customers usually resented it when they spoke to eachother in languages they could not understand so they saved the practice especially for her.
Sara walked in the door. "Okay, I'm ready..." she said briskly as she walked in. The girls maintained a cheerful demeanor. "Oh Miss Sara of course..." said Ling bowing to her slightly. She liked to play stereo types around Sara as a personal joke. Sara frowned. "Okay can you PLEASE be firm today..." she said. Ling nodded but knew it didnt matter the girl was ticklish whether they were firm or soft with her feet. Sara reluctantly kicked off her shoes which were sockless revealing a relatively pale pair of size 9's which had a french pedicure and had long feminine toes with high arches. She sat down and Ling went to work, immediately a giggle ensued followed by a glowering look from Sara, Ling apologized and continued to scrub despite Sara's curling toes and subtle snickers.
Mulara and Olivia conversed in spanish, as it was early in the day Sara was their only customer. They continued to converse as Sara began to giggle louder and louder. "THATS IT!" she shrieked kicking Ling in the side of her head. "Why is it so hard for you NOT TO TICKLE ME!" she emphasized the words as if they were stupid. Mulara and Olivia nodded as Mulara moved to the end of the door and turned over the "open" side to "closed" upon the sign on the door. "I'm sorry Miss Sara it's not my fault you're feet are so ticklish..." she said apologetically. "THERE NOT TICKLISH YOUR MAKING THEM THAT WAY! NNMMPHMPH!" Olivia had snuck up behind her with a rag soaked in amonia...
Sara woke up about 15 minutes later, she was on a futon or something but it was wide, and she saw that her legs had been tied apart ropes tied around her ankles leading into hooks at the ceiling, her arms pulled taught over her head wrists wrapped together as that led to the ceiling as well. Sara also realized she could not see, a blindfold enfolded her eyes and put her into a veil of darkness. "Wh-where am I!?" she shreiked. "Shhhh" she heard giggling. "Oh you bitches! when i get out of here im going to press charges! Im going to SUE! im going too HHohohohoHOnonstopitstop!" she felt pumice on her feet, no longer trying to stop it from tickling Ling was now applying it to Sara's wrinkling arches.
"NOhafhaahaahahaahahahstopyoubitch!" "Kootchie kootchie koo miss sara... we have to get these feet nice and soft..." Ling sing sang to her victim with a devious smile. "Nohaahafhohohohohohoaaaahahastopstopohfuckyoustopnaoaoaaoaaaahaahahahahheehehee!" her laughter was adorable it was amazing something so pretty could come from such a mean spirited creature, it ranged in pitch from deep belly laughs when her arches were tortured to tinkling giggles when her toes were found, which wiggled constantly. "Oh no none of that..." Ling said holding Sara's toes apart and dropping the pumice piece began to tickle in between them sending Sara into new heights of hysteria. 'Ohhhaananaonononondfhafhahaahnotthat!!"
"Now now ling you cant have all the fun..." she heard the husky voice of Mulara as she felt fingers began to skitter down her undarms. "OhanafafahanaonfsstpstopstopsSSTOP!" she said screaming. "Shhh none of that we just want to hear you laugh..." Mulara said sweetly as she poked and prodded Sara's sensative underarms. "I thought you werent ticklish Miss Sara?" she asked teasingly as Sara squirmed shaking in her bondage. 'OHHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!"
"Now I cant let you two have all the fun..." came Olivia's voice in a husky spanish tone. Soon Sara felt fingernails skittering all over her belly. "OHhohoohoohoohoHOHOHOoHOOHOHahahaha" Sara's laughter now reaching all levels that her voice was capable of reaching, as all three girls simultaneously tortured her stomach, underarms, and feet. "Ohastopstopstopahahaha!" Olivia switched her fingernails to Sara's ribs prodding them in long firm pokes which ended in her rotating her fingers causing Sara to go into silent laughter. "OHahahahahaagfaf-" she passed out. "Oh shit oh shit did we kill her?!" Ling asked. "No..." Olivia said. "But by the time were done shell wish she were dead..." she said with a glint in her eye.
(To be continued.)
