DRABBLE 1: It is Our Custom
With a weary sigh, Rachel pulled the key card for room 303 out of her pocket. On most days, she loved her job. However, after the day that she'd had Rachel was ready to simply get insider her hotel room and relax; she was due for a break. The young businesswoman had spent the first seven hours of her day on a plane, and another two hours taking a bus from the airport into the city that she was in; though if she were being completely honest, Rachel didn't have a clue what country she was visiting. All she knew was that the next day she was meeting with a group of executives concerning a very important business deal.
When she reached room 303, Rachel gave her body a quick once-over. She looked alright, so she thought. A petite woman, with fair skin, dark eyes, and long brown hair, Rachel was very pretty, despite the fact that she had spent hours traveling and hadn't had time to put on any makeup that morning. She had on a white long-sleeve button-up blouse, paired with tight, form-fitting black dress pants, and a pair of shiny black high-heeled shoes. As she slid her key card into the lock, Rachel decided that she would be changing into sweatpants and a t-shirt as soon as she had gotten into the room and unpacked her small suitcase.
However, no sooner had Rachel closed the door and put her suitcase down on the desk than she heard three sharp knocks on the door. Wondering who it could be, she went to answer the door. "Hello?" she asked, peeking out to see three men standing outside, all tall and dressed in sage green hotel uniforms; the only notable difference between them was in hair color, which was blonde, brown, and black.
"Hello Miss," the black-haired man said, in thick, accented English. "We are here to welcome you to the Hotel de Flor de Loto."
"What?" Rachel asked, confused as the men marched past her into room 303. "Thank you, but I was just working on getting unpacked, so-" Before she could finish, the blonde man and the brown-haired man grabbed her by the arms and pulled her own to the bed. "Wait, what are you doing?" Rachel asked, feeling slightly panicked as she was pushed down to lie on her back.
"We are welcoming you, Miss," said the man with the black hair. "It is our custom to tickle all of the newcomers as welcome."
"What?" Rachel cried. She struggled to sit up but the black-haired man quickly sat on her thighs, pinning her to the bed. The brown-haired man sat on her lower legs - facing her feet - while the blonde man sat next to her, pinning down her arms with one hand. "No!" Rachel was extremely ticklish, and being tickled by the hotel staff had definitely not been in her plans for the evening. She struggled as the man with the black hair unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, revealing her shoulders, armpits, chest, ribs, and belly. Blushing slightly at the realization that the only thing covering her breasts was her black bra, she protested vehemently, "Stop!" Once again, Rachel tried to tug her wrists away from the blonde man who was holding them. "You can't do this!"
"But this is customary Miss," the black-haired man said in his stilted English. "We do this for all of the newcomers." With that, he brought down his hands and began to tickle Rachel's soft, thin belly.
"Hehehehehehehe, nohohohoho!" Rachel giggled, squirming frantically on the bed. The man with the black hair expertly wiggled his fingers across Rachel's belly, his touch just gentle enough to bring out the maximum amount of tickling sensation. Meanwhile, the blonde man - still pinning down her arms in one hand - reached down and began to stroke Rachel's exposed armpit. At the same time the man with the brown hair pulled off her high heels and began to tickle her feet through the thin fabric of her pantyhose. "Stahahahahahahaha, pleheheheheheheheease! Plehehehease, dohohohohon't dohoho thihihihihis! Lehehehehehet meeehehehehehe gohoho!"
"Tickle tickle tickle," the brown-haired man said, squiggling his fingers over the bottoms of her feet. Rachel giggled even harder, shaking her head back and forth in protest as she attempted to struggle free.
"You are very ticklish," the black-haired man mused as his fingers danced over Rachel's lower belly.
"Yehehehehehes, I'm tihihihicklihihihihish! I'm toohoohoohoo ticklish, plehehehehehease!" Rachel gasped through her laughter, desperately wishing she could put her arms down to protect her vulnerable armpits, which were being tickled mercilessly by the man with the blonde hair. "Stahahahahahahap!"
"Yes, you are very ticklish," the black-haired man said, sounding satisfied. "I wonder, Miss, are you ticklish here?" He traced an index finger around the rim of Rachel's belly button before plunging the finger into her deep innie. Rachel inhaled sharply before howling with laughter.
"Yehehehehehehehes! Yehehehes, I'm tihihihihihicklish thehehehehere!" she cried.
"Yes? You are sure that this tickles?" The man smirked, and Rachel realized with a jolt of surprise that he was teasing her. "You do not seem too affected." That was a lie. Rachel laughed harder than ever as the man's finger swirled around inside her belly button.
The tickling had only gone on for a few minutes before all three of the men sat up, climbing quickly off of Rachel. "Welcome," the black-haired man said as he and his companions headed towards the door. "We do hope you enjoy your stay at the Hotel de Flor de Loto." And with that they walked out of room 303, closing the door behind them. Rachel sat up slowly, her face flushed, hair wild, and blouse still hanging open. For a moment she simply sat in shock, unable to comprehend what had happened. Then, without a word, she flopped back down on the bed and decided that a nap was in order.
DRABBLE 2: Couple's Tickle
Summer giggled, pulling on her restraints, which didn't budge. She was tied spread-eagle to the queen-size bed, wearing nothing but her bra and jeans shorts. She looked over at her husband Steven, tied to the bed next to hers with on a pair of jeans on. He looked back, and smiled. Summer and Steven were on vacation with their friends Matt and Juliana, also a married couple. the two young couples were driving from Montana to California, and on the way had stopped at a small motel on the edge of the highway. Once there, the bored group sat around for nearly an hour before Juliana suggested that they have some 'tickling fun' which was why Summer and Steven were tied up and barely-clothed. Though Juliana and Matt were not so ticklish, Steven certainly was - though nowhere near as much as Summer.
"Ready?" Juliana asked, wiggling her fingers with a devious grin.
"Do your worst," Summer replied cheerfully.
"Here come the tickles!" Juliana grinned, pouncing down on Summer's bare skin. Summer broke into loud, joyous laughter as Juliana's fingers dug into her soft, slightly pudgy belly.
"Hahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha, aaahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha, bahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaahahahahahahahaha!" Summer cried, shaking with laughter as Juliana tickled her midsection. She twisted her head and looked over at her husband to see him laughing as well, with Matt sitting at the end of the bed and running his fingers over the soles of Steven's bare feet.
Summer turned her attention back to Juliana when - without warning - the other woman stuck her tongue in Summer's belly button. "Aaaahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Summer squealed. "Hahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha!" She squirmed and sucked in her belly as Juliana explored her round outie, poking and prodding the tiny button with her tongue. "Hahahahahahahaha! Bahahahahahahaha, haaahahahahahahahahaha!"
With her tongue still in Summer's belly button, Juliana reached up and began stroking Summer's exposed armpits. "Naaahahahahahahahahahaha!" Summer howled, feeling tears of mirth stream from her eyes as the tickling intensified. "Hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha!"
"Coochie coochie coo!" Juliana exclaimed, pulling her mouth away from Summer's belly. "Time to switch, Matt!" Matt and Juliana switched places, so that Juliana was the one tickling Steven while Matt tickled Summer. Matt immediately knelt down at the foot of the bed and started to lick Summer's toes, one by one. She screamed with laughter and wriggled frantically on the bed, trying desperately to escape Matt's tongue running over her soles and in between her toes. "Hahahahahahaha, hahaahahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahaha!" She looked over to see that Juliana was squiggling her fingers across the bottom of Steven's feet, up and down over his heels, arches, soles, and toes. Steven was laughing hard, but nowhere near as much as Summer. She could hardly help that she was so ticklish.
"Aaahahahahahahahahahahaha, ahahahahare yohohohohohou ahahahahahahahahaha, ahahahalmohohohost donehehehe?" Summer gasped through the uncontrollable laughter falling from her lips.
"Oh, we don't plan on stopping anytime soon," Juliana said with a wide smile. "This is too much fun!"
DRABBLE 3:
“Hahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahaha!” Ellie cried as Karen ran her tongue over the poor girl’s bare feet. “Stahahahahahaha, thahahahahahahat rehehehehehehehally tihihihihickles!” Ellie struggled, wishing she hadn’t let her friend get the drop on her; unfortunately, she was hogtied on her stomach with her feet being licked mercilessly, no hope of rescue in sight. Karen slid all five toes from Ellie’s right foot into her mouth and began to suck on them, causing Ellie to arch her back and squeal with laughter. “Plehehehehehehease!” she begged, wiggling her toes desperately in Karen’s mouth, an action that only made the tickling worse. “Nahahahahahahat my feeheheheheheheeeet!”
With a weary sigh, Rachel pulled the key card for room 303 out of her pocket. On most days, she loved her job. However, after the day that she'd had Rachel was ready to simply get insider her hotel room and relax; she was due for a break. The young businesswoman had spent the first seven hours of her day on a plane, and another two hours taking a bus from the airport into the city that she was in; though if she were being completely honest, Rachel didn't have a clue what country she was visiting. All she knew was that the next day she was meeting with a group of executives concerning a very important business deal.
When she reached room 303, Rachel gave her body a quick once-over. She looked alright, so she thought. A petite woman, with fair skin, dark eyes, and long brown hair, Rachel was very pretty, despite the fact that she had spent hours traveling and hadn't had time to put on any makeup that morning. She had on a white long-sleeve button-up blouse, paired with tight, form-fitting black dress pants, and a pair of shiny black high-heeled shoes. As she slid her key card into the lock, Rachel decided that she would be changing into sweatpants and a t-shirt as soon as she had gotten into the room and unpacked her small suitcase.
However, no sooner had Rachel closed the door and put her suitcase down on the desk than she heard three sharp knocks on the door. Wondering who it could be, she went to answer the door. "Hello?" she asked, peeking out to see three men standing outside, all tall and dressed in sage green hotel uniforms; the only notable difference between them was in hair color, which was blonde, brown, and black.
"Hello Miss," the black-haired man said, in thick, accented English. "We are here to welcome you to the Hotel de Flor de Loto."
"What?" Rachel asked, confused as the men marched past her into room 303. "Thank you, but I was just working on getting unpacked, so-" Before she could finish, the blonde man and the brown-haired man grabbed her by the arms and pulled her own to the bed. "Wait, what are you doing?" Rachel asked, feeling slightly panicked as she was pushed down to lie on her back.
"We are welcoming you, Miss," said the man with the black hair. "It is our custom to tickle all of the newcomers as welcome."
"What?" Rachel cried. She struggled to sit up but the black-haired man quickly sat on her thighs, pinning her to the bed. The brown-haired man sat on her lower legs - facing her feet - while the blonde man sat next to her, pinning down her arms with one hand. "No!" Rachel was extremely ticklish, and being tickled by the hotel staff had definitely not been in her plans for the evening. She struggled as the man with the black hair unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, revealing her shoulders, armpits, chest, ribs, and belly. Blushing slightly at the realization that the only thing covering her breasts was her black bra, she protested vehemently, "Stop!" Once again, Rachel tried to tug her wrists away from the blonde man who was holding them. "You can't do this!"
"But this is customary Miss," the black-haired man said in his stilted English. "We do this for all of the newcomers." With that, he brought down his hands and began to tickle Rachel's soft, thin belly.
"Hehehehehehehe, nohohohoho!" Rachel giggled, squirming frantically on the bed. The man with the black hair expertly wiggled his fingers across Rachel's belly, his touch just gentle enough to bring out the maximum amount of tickling sensation. Meanwhile, the blonde man - still pinning down her arms in one hand - reached down and began to stroke Rachel's exposed armpit. At the same time the man with the brown hair pulled off her high heels and began to tickle her feet through the thin fabric of her pantyhose. "Stahahahahahahaha, pleheheheheheheheease! Plehehehease, dohohohohon't dohoho thihihihihis! Lehehehehehet meeehehehehehe gohoho!"
"Tickle tickle tickle," the brown-haired man said, squiggling his fingers over the bottoms of her feet. Rachel giggled even harder, shaking her head back and forth in protest as she attempted to struggle free.
"You are very ticklish," the black-haired man mused as his fingers danced over Rachel's lower belly.
"Yehehehehehes, I'm tihihihicklihihihihish! I'm toohoohoohoo ticklish, plehehehehehease!" Rachel gasped through her laughter, desperately wishing she could put her arms down to protect her vulnerable armpits, which were being tickled mercilessly by the man with the blonde hair. "Stahahahahahahap!"
"Yes, you are very ticklish," the black-haired man said, sounding satisfied. "I wonder, Miss, are you ticklish here?" He traced an index finger around the rim of Rachel's belly button before plunging the finger into her deep innie. Rachel inhaled sharply before howling with laughter.
"Yehehehehehehehes! Yehehehes, I'm tihihihihihicklish thehehehehere!" she cried.
"Yes? You are sure that this tickles?" The man smirked, and Rachel realized with a jolt of surprise that he was teasing her. "You do not seem too affected." That was a lie. Rachel laughed harder than ever as the man's finger swirled around inside her belly button.
The tickling had only gone on for a few minutes before all three of the men sat up, climbing quickly off of Rachel. "Welcome," the black-haired man said as he and his companions headed towards the door. "We do hope you enjoy your stay at the Hotel de Flor de Loto." And with that they walked out of room 303, closing the door behind them. Rachel sat up slowly, her face flushed, hair wild, and blouse still hanging open. For a moment she simply sat in shock, unable to comprehend what had happened. Then, without a word, she flopped back down on the bed and decided that a nap was in order.
DRABBLE 2: Couple's Tickle
Summer giggled, pulling on her restraints, which didn't budge. She was tied spread-eagle to the queen-size bed, wearing nothing but her bra and jeans shorts. She looked over at her husband Steven, tied to the bed next to hers with on a pair of jeans on. He looked back, and smiled. Summer and Steven were on vacation with their friends Matt and Juliana, also a married couple. the two young couples were driving from Montana to California, and on the way had stopped at a small motel on the edge of the highway. Once there, the bored group sat around for nearly an hour before Juliana suggested that they have some 'tickling fun' which was why Summer and Steven were tied up and barely-clothed. Though Juliana and Matt were not so ticklish, Steven certainly was - though nowhere near as much as Summer.
"Ready?" Juliana asked, wiggling her fingers with a devious grin.
"Do your worst," Summer replied cheerfully.
"Here come the tickles!" Juliana grinned, pouncing down on Summer's bare skin. Summer broke into loud, joyous laughter as Juliana's fingers dug into her soft, slightly pudgy belly.
"Hahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha, aaahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha, bahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaahahahahahahahaha!" Summer cried, shaking with laughter as Juliana tickled her midsection. She twisted her head and looked over at her husband to see him laughing as well, with Matt sitting at the end of the bed and running his fingers over the soles of Steven's bare feet.
Summer turned her attention back to Juliana when - without warning - the other woman stuck her tongue in Summer's belly button. "Aaaahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Summer squealed. "Hahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha!" She squirmed and sucked in her belly as Juliana explored her round outie, poking and prodding the tiny button with her tongue. "Hahahahahahahaha! Bahahahahahahaha, haaahahahahahahahahaha!"
With her tongue still in Summer's belly button, Juliana reached up and began stroking Summer's exposed armpits. "Naaahahahahahahahahahaha!" Summer howled, feeling tears of mirth stream from her eyes as the tickling intensified. "Hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha!"
"Coochie coochie coo!" Juliana exclaimed, pulling her mouth away from Summer's belly. "Time to switch, Matt!" Matt and Juliana switched places, so that Juliana was the one tickling Steven while Matt tickled Summer. Matt immediately knelt down at the foot of the bed and started to lick Summer's toes, one by one. She screamed with laughter and wriggled frantically on the bed, trying desperately to escape Matt's tongue running over her soles and in between her toes. "Hahahahahahaha, hahaahahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahaha!" She looked over to see that Juliana was squiggling her fingers across the bottom of Steven's feet, up and down over his heels, arches, soles, and toes. Steven was laughing hard, but nowhere near as much as Summer. She could hardly help that she was so ticklish.
"Aaahahahahahahahahahahaha, ahahahahare yohohohohohou ahahahahahahahahaha, ahahahalmohohohost donehehehe?" Summer gasped through the uncontrollable laughter falling from her lips.
"Oh, we don't plan on stopping anytime soon," Juliana said with a wide smile. "This is too much fun!"
DRABBLE 3:
“Hahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahaha!” Ellie cried as Karen ran her tongue over the poor girl’s bare feet. “Stahahahahahaha, thahahahahahahat rehehehehehehehally tihihihihickles!” Ellie struggled, wishing she hadn’t let her friend get the drop on her; unfortunately, she was hogtied on her stomach with her feet being licked mercilessly, no hope of rescue in sight. Karen slid all five toes from Ellie’s right foot into her mouth and began to suck on them, causing Ellie to arch her back and squeal with laughter. “Plehehehehehehease!” she begged, wiggling her toes desperately in Karen’s mouth, an action that only made the tickling worse. “Nahahahahahahat my feeheheheheheheeeet!”
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