tickledcrazy
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It's been some time since I last contributed, but unfortunately true situations don't present themselves very often. After much patience, though, the dry spell has ended. I didn't actually take part in this event, but had a front row seat.
I was moonlighting with a security job at a historical village. Attached to the village was a high end hotel and convention center. The night in question there was a convention going on. As the security guard, I was to ensure that none of the drunken patrons hurt themselves as they tended to wander the historical village after a night of drinking.
As they started to wander from the hotel to the village, I had taken notice of one woman in particular. She looked to be in her mid thirties with an athletic build and shoulder length blonde hair. She was wearing a black evening dress with black heels and off-black nylons. She and her group of two other women, similarly dressed, and three men in suits had obviously had a bit to drink and were walking the narrow streets of the reproduction village when they came to the centerpiece, a set of stocks. The stocks were in the reproduced town square and was the only part of the village brightly lit at night.
As the group wandered over, oblivious to the fact that I was no more than twenty feet away checking to make certain the doors to the businesses were locked, they gathered around the stocks joking about locking each other up. The woman in the black evening dress seemed a little apprehensive about being near them. At his point, I settled in on a bench in front of the blacksmith shop to watch the event unfold.
One of the three men took a seat and was locked into the stocks. The rest laughed and one of the women took a camera from her purse and snapped a few picture with other members of the group posing as if the enforcers of the village. The group undid the stocks and he got out. One of the women coaxed the blonde in the evening dress until she finally gave in and agreed to take a seat for a couple of photos. She was seated and locked into place and the photos taken. The other of the two women went to the stocks and began to let the blonde out when two of the men grabbed her and moved her aside moving to the front of the stocks.
I think, judging by the look on her face, the blonde in the evening dress was about to have her initial fears realized. Two men took position, one near each foot of the stocks and the third behind her. The two at the front started to tug on the heels of her shoes. It appeared that she tried to resist their efforts unti the man behind her dug his fingers into her ribs. As he fluttered his fingers up and down her ribcage, she started to wriggle and scream. The men at her feet were finally successful in removing her shoes. From where I was sitting, I could see the nylon covered soles of her feet begin to flex and wrinkle. At once, all three men attacked. The one behind continued on her ribs and underarms while the two at the bottom ravaged the soles of her feet. One used ten fingers spidering them all over her right sole while the other was poking his fingers between her stockin-clad toes with one hand while scratching her heel of her left foot with his other hand. She screamed and shook, her head snapping back until she ran out of breath. The whole time, th eother two women were playfully hitting the men and begging them to stop torturing the poor woman.
Figuring that she had enough, I cleared my throat making my presence known. They stopped and opened the stocks. I walked over to them and asked if everything was alright. The blonde, who was sliding her feet back into her heels and fixing her hair looked up at me, still giggling, and thanked me telling me that I had probably saved her life. The group got back together and went back to the convention center still laughing.
I needn't tell you that I've already signed to do security for the next convention. Got to make a few extra bucks some how.
I was moonlighting with a security job at a historical village. Attached to the village was a high end hotel and convention center. The night in question there was a convention going on. As the security guard, I was to ensure that none of the drunken patrons hurt themselves as they tended to wander the historical village after a night of drinking.
As they started to wander from the hotel to the village, I had taken notice of one woman in particular. She looked to be in her mid thirties with an athletic build and shoulder length blonde hair. She was wearing a black evening dress with black heels and off-black nylons. She and her group of two other women, similarly dressed, and three men in suits had obviously had a bit to drink and were walking the narrow streets of the reproduction village when they came to the centerpiece, a set of stocks. The stocks were in the reproduced town square and was the only part of the village brightly lit at night.
As the group wandered over, oblivious to the fact that I was no more than twenty feet away checking to make certain the doors to the businesses were locked, they gathered around the stocks joking about locking each other up. The woman in the black evening dress seemed a little apprehensive about being near them. At his point, I settled in on a bench in front of the blacksmith shop to watch the event unfold.
One of the three men took a seat and was locked into the stocks. The rest laughed and one of the women took a camera from her purse and snapped a few picture with other members of the group posing as if the enforcers of the village. The group undid the stocks and he got out. One of the women coaxed the blonde in the evening dress until she finally gave in and agreed to take a seat for a couple of photos. She was seated and locked into place and the photos taken. The other of the two women went to the stocks and began to let the blonde out when two of the men grabbed her and moved her aside moving to the front of the stocks.
I think, judging by the look on her face, the blonde in the evening dress was about to have her initial fears realized. Two men took position, one near each foot of the stocks and the third behind her. The two at the front started to tug on the heels of her shoes. It appeared that she tried to resist their efforts unti the man behind her dug his fingers into her ribs. As he fluttered his fingers up and down her ribcage, she started to wriggle and scream. The men at her feet were finally successful in removing her shoes. From where I was sitting, I could see the nylon covered soles of her feet begin to flex and wrinkle. At once, all three men attacked. The one behind continued on her ribs and underarms while the two at the bottom ravaged the soles of her feet. One used ten fingers spidering them all over her right sole while the other was poking his fingers between her stockin-clad toes with one hand while scratching her heel of her left foot with his other hand. She screamed and shook, her head snapping back until she ran out of breath. The whole time, th eother two women were playfully hitting the men and begging them to stop torturing the poor woman.
Figuring that she had enough, I cleared my throat making my presence known. They stopped and opened the stocks. I walked over to them and asked if everything was alright. The blonde, who was sliding her feet back into her heels and fixing her hair looked up at me, still giggling, and thanked me telling me that I had probably saved her life. The group got back together and went back to the convention center still laughing.
I needn't tell you that I've already signed to do security for the next convention. Got to make a few extra bucks some how.
