“Hello sparrows!” Samantha said, stepping into the room Ann and Judy were in. Judy was making short work of Ann’s feet. Her nails were raking up and down the tender soles, she teased the girl’s toes and scratching her heels mercilessly.
“Hi Samantha.” Judy said, smiling warmly at the girl who had just walked in. The girl didn’t let up on her torture.
“HELP!” Ann cried, through her ticklish laughter. Sweat was trickling down her brow and tears were streaming down the girl’s bright, red cheeks.
Samantha giggled. “It’s funny.” She began, heading over to Ann. The girl reached into her pocket and removed a handkerchief. “Just a second ago I heard you begging Judy not to stop, but now you want me to help you? Would you like me to do something flashy when I save you?” She asked, pressing the handkerchief against Ann’s brow.
“P-PLEASE… I’M… DYING!” The girl screamed, through her ticklish laughter. The girl struggled and pulled against her binds, but she couldn’t escaped her torturer.
Samantha giggled again. “Alright… Judy… Let her go.”
Judy sighed deeply. “Alright.” She said, holding up her hands over her head. “I’ll stop… For now at least.”
“Thanks…” Ann breathed, taking several deep breaths.
Samantha and Judy untied Ann. When the girl was freed she headed towards a pile of clothes lying on a table. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Judy asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Ann didn’t answer right away. “I guess… I did.” She said, nodding. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Judy said, crossing her arms in front of her chest and smiling proudly.
“You did well.” Samantha said, patting Ann’s right shoulder. “By the way. I wasn’t the only one watching you two.”
“What!?” Ann yelped, blushing heavily.
“Don’t worry little sparrow.” Samantha said, patting Ann’s head. “She won’t say anything.”
“Who was it?” Judy asked.
“You wouldn’t believe it, but it was the ‘strict librarian’.” Samantha said.
“No way! I wouldn’t think she had the time.” Judy said, leaning back against the bed and placing her hands behind her head. “So… Do you think she’ll join us?” The girl asked.
“Who knows.” Samantha said. “She watched you two for about five minutes. And her cheeks were red. I was polite and didn’t say anything.”
“Hmm…” Judy said, scratching her chin thoughtfully. “I think it would be fun to tickle her.”
“Oh…” Ann said, sighing deeply.
“Don’t worry.” Samantha said, hugging Ann close to her chest. “We’ll always have time to tickle you.”
Clarissa tried to push what she saw out of her mind when she got to class, but found it difficult. Every giggle and laugh she heard reminded the girl about what she saw. Finally the bell rang and she, with the other students, headed towards their next classes.
The girl made her way down the same flight of steps she had taken to get to class. Just as she rounded the corner she spotted Samantha and the other two girls who were in the room standing near the front doors. The two girls were dressed now.
“Crap…” Clarissa breathed.
“Hi!” Judy said, spotting Clarissa and running up to the girl. “Did you enjoy the show?”
“What!?” Clarissa gasped, her cheeks burned red with embarrassment.
“Hey! You look great in red!” Judy giggled.
“Be nice.” Samantha said, heading up to the two girls. The girl was followed closely by Ann. “She’s still processing what she saw. She has a lot to work out now.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Clarissa said, in a small voice. “Just leave me alone, ok! I won’t tell anyone what I saw, ok?”
“Not worried.” Samantha said, smiling warmly. “I do appreciate that though.”
Clarissa took a deep breath. “If you’ll excuse me…” And with that the girl brushed past the three girls.
“Check the internet.” Samantha said, just as Clarissa left the building. “You’d be surprised what you can find there.”
The day ended as it always had. Clarissa attended every class and did all the assignments she was given before entering her dorm room. Stretching her hands high overhead and yawning loudly Clarissa kicked off her shoes and headed into the living room. The girl enjoyed attending classes, but felt tired afterwards.
“What a day.” The girl breathed, sinking into the couch cushions and closing her eyes. “Tickling, huh?” The girl muttered. “What’s up with that?”
“Check the internet.” The words of Samantha rang in the girl’s ears.
“The internet?” Clarissa said, aloud. The girl opened her eyes and headed into her room. Sitting at her computer the girl typed, ‘tickling’ into a search engine. The girl was bombarded with websites, images and videos of people being tickled. “Whoa…” Clarissa breathed as she began clicking links.