Despite their reassurance, Wesley's nerves were on high alert as the pedicure continued. They moved with expert precision, scrubbing, filing, and smoothing Wesley’s feet with various tools. The sensation of having both feet worked on at once was overwhelming to the teen girl.
As the pedicurists worked, Wesley’s giggles became harder to contain. Each time the file or brush moved across her soles, she would jerk her foot... trying to pull away from the ticklish sensation. Her laughter, once soft and controlled, began to spill out more freely.
“Hehe, oh my gosh… that tickles so much!” Wesley exclaimed, her voice shaky with laughter.
Everyone smiled “Just a little more. You’re doing great.”
But it wasn’t just a little ticklish—it was insanely ticklish. Wesley’s feet were so sensitive that every touch felt like an electric shock of ticklishness shooting up her legs. And with multiple people working simultaneously, there was no respite.
The next part of the pedicure involved exfoliating Wesley’s feet with a sugar scrub. They massaged the scrub into her skin, working in circular motions. The texture of the scrub combined with the pressure of their hands sent Weley into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
“Ahaha! No, please, I can’t—” Wesley gasped, trying to pull her feet away, but the pedicurists held on firmly.
They chuckled, clearly trying to be understanding. “You’re almost through the worst of it. Just hang in there!”
But Wesley couldn’t hang in there. The more they scrubbed, the more she laughed. Her body shook with the intensity of the ticklish sensations, and she squirmed in her seat. Her toes curling tightly. Every touch continued to send Wesley into a new wave of laughter.
Finally, they finished with the scrub and moved on to the final step: applying a cooling mask to Wesley’s feet. The mask was supposed to be soothing, but as they smoothed it over Rebecca’s skin with their hands, the coolness only seemed to heighten her sensitivity.
By this point, Wesley was in a near-delirious state of laughter. Tears of mirth streamed down her cheeks. She was gasping for breath between giggles. “Oh, gosh… I’m so sorry!” she managed to say. “I'm so ticklish!”
They patted her gently on the knee, trying to calm her. “No need to apologize! We’re almost done, I promise. Besides you have an adorable laugh.”
Wesley nodded, though she was still shaking with laughter. The final step was applying a moisturizer and giving her feet a light massage. Wesley's feet were so hypersensitive that even the gentlest touch sent her into hysterics.
At last, after what felt like an eternity for Wesley, the pedicure was over. The pedicurists wiped her feet clean and carefully wrapped them in warm towels, letting her relax and recover from the ticklish ordeal.
Wesley lay back in the chair, panting and giggling softly as the last of the ticklish sensations faded. “I can’t believe how ticklish I am,” she said with a sheepish grin. “Thank you for being so patient with me.”
“We’ve seen it all. You did great, considering how ticklish you are.”
Wesley laughed, her nerves finally calming. “Well, I’m definitely going to remember this pedicure for a long time.”
As she slipped her sandals back on, Wesley admired the work they had done. Her feet looked and felt amazing, even if the process had been more intense than she’d expected. She thanked them again and left the salon, her feet tingling pleasantly from the attention.
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