No, this isn't a prison story. :laughing:
About a year ago or so I was working nights at the office. This office was in Reston, VA right in the middle of the Dulles Technology Corridor. There was the early evening cleaning crew, but there was one cleaning gal that worked the late shift.
I met her as she came through my area. She was about 45, from Venezuela and spoke absolutely no English whatsoever. Nada. I speak Spanish (sort of) so we were able to converse somewhat. She kept asking me for cigarettes and I kept telling her I don't smoke. I finally realized she wanted me to buy her some.
So we struck a deal. I'd buy her cigarettes and in exchange she would tickle me. She was more than agreeable. For about eight months it lasted. She'd tickle me to exhaustion about three nights a week, and I would bring her a pack of menthols a couple nights a week.
Some of you may be wondering where and how she tickled me in a corporate environment. Bear in mind we're talking wee hours between 1 and 3 am. There was nobody in that section at those hours except for me. She would tickle me right in my cube. Mine is an engineering cube, so it's larger than most, and it has a wide bench around the three walls.
We had a couple of things that worked well. I'd sit in my chair and she'd stand behind me reaching around and delivering untold damage to my ribs, stomach and armpits. Sometimes she'd sit up on the bench and I'd have my foot in her lap, and she'd tickle it.
My favorite activity went like this. She'd sit on the bench with her thighs fully on the bench and her calves dangling. I'd sit in my chair facing her. I'd lean forward and rest my head face down on her legs just above the knees. I'd reach my arms around and hold onto her back. She'd start very lightly and expertly tickling my ears and neck, making me awash with gooseflesh. Then, without warning, she'd suddenly attack my exposed sides vigorously. I'd try my best to hold on and take it, but I never could for more than a few seconds. Then we'd try again.
The best thing about this arrangement was that there was no sex or romance involved. We were good friends and comfortable around each other but that's as far as it went. Ultimately, she was transferred to another building so that ended things.
About a year ago or so I was working nights at the office. This office was in Reston, VA right in the middle of the Dulles Technology Corridor. There was the early evening cleaning crew, but there was one cleaning gal that worked the late shift.
I met her as she came through my area. She was about 45, from Venezuela and spoke absolutely no English whatsoever. Nada. I speak Spanish (sort of) so we were able to converse somewhat. She kept asking me for cigarettes and I kept telling her I don't smoke. I finally realized she wanted me to buy her some.
So we struck a deal. I'd buy her cigarettes and in exchange she would tickle me. She was more than agreeable. For about eight months it lasted. She'd tickle me to exhaustion about three nights a week, and I would bring her a pack of menthols a couple nights a week.
Some of you may be wondering where and how she tickled me in a corporate environment. Bear in mind we're talking wee hours between 1 and 3 am. There was nobody in that section at those hours except for me. She would tickle me right in my cube. Mine is an engineering cube, so it's larger than most, and it has a wide bench around the three walls.
We had a couple of things that worked well. I'd sit in my chair and she'd stand behind me reaching around and delivering untold damage to my ribs, stomach and armpits. Sometimes she'd sit up on the bench and I'd have my foot in her lap, and she'd tickle it.
My favorite activity went like this. She'd sit on the bench with her thighs fully on the bench and her calves dangling. I'd sit in my chair facing her. I'd lean forward and rest my head face down on her legs just above the knees. I'd reach my arms around and hold onto her back. She'd start very lightly and expertly tickling my ears and neck, making me awash with gooseflesh. Then, without warning, she'd suddenly attack my exposed sides vigorously. I'd try my best to hold on and take it, but I never could for more than a few seconds. Then we'd try again.
The best thing about this arrangement was that there was no sex or romance involved. We were good friends and comfortable around each other but that's as far as it went. Ultimately, she was transferred to another building so that ended things.
