This choice: Started to suspect something was wrong • Go Back...Chapter #9Two is company, Three is a crowd, Four is a party by: sharkattack500   The young receptionist felt a rising tide of helpless giggles bubbling up from within as Brie and Tina's nimble fingers danced a merciless ticklish rhythm across her defenseless nylon-clad soles for the umpteenth time. Her grip on the armrests of her chair tightened as she desperately tried to maintain her professional composure as a new patient stood before her at the counter.
"Y-Yes, of course! Ehehehe...everything is just...fihihine!" she replied with a strangled squeak, eyes crinkling at the corners as Tina's fingertips wormed their way across the toes of her right foot.
Swallowing hard, she fumbled the computer for appointments, all while her calves tensed and quivered with the effort of not dissolving into a squirming, screaming fit of laughter right there. The gentle scritches and swirls inflicted by the devious sisters were torturously light, just enough to set her nerves alight without fully breaking through her restraint.
The unsuspecting patient simply nodded, seemingly oblivious to the receptionist's ticklish plight unfolding right before her eyes. Brie and Tina meanwhile showed no signs of relenting, instead adding a few soft pokes to their repertoire. While their mom and Dr. Rodriguez had been getting ‘intimate’, the sisters had continued to take their boredom out on the cute secretary. The steady stream of calls and patients meant that she hadn’t had time to properly chastise the girls and remained at their teasing mercy the entire time.
Brie grinned impishly before grasping the stretched nylon encasing the receptionist's left foot. With a gentle tug, she pulled the sheer stocking material taut across the ball and arch, creating a slick friction against the sensitive skin beneath. The receptionist's breath hitched in her throat as the nylon rippled and bunched around her wiggling toes.
"Eeeppp! Ohhhhh Nnnnohoho..." she whimpered.
Tina leaned in closer, allowing her long tresses to trail across the woman's right sole in feathery patterns. The fine strands of her soft red hair skated almost imperceptibly over the ticklish peaks and valleys, kindling gentle paths of laughter everywhere they stroked.
"Hhhhnnnnggkkk!" The receptionist's throat strained with the effort of holding back her rising tide of giggles as both feet were assaulted.
"I...I'm s-so sorry!" the receptionist gasped out towards the patiently waiting woman at the counter. "J-Just give me ooohhh...a m-minute to...EEEHEH Sorry!!"
Tina's feathery strokes shifted to swirling spirals around the receptionist's heels as Brie started lightly scratching the nylon covered wrinkled soles. The young woman's willpower was rapidly crumbling in the face of such devious torment. Just as the receptionist thought she would lose it, a fresh wave of muffled laughter from down the hallway in the direction of their mother's exam room interrupted them.
"BWAHAHAHAAAA!! STAHAHAHAP IT!! EEEHEHEHEEEE!!"
The three stopped in confusion and mild alarm before Brie turned to her sister, “Is that what I think it is?” She said with a smirk. The mischievous pair left the panting receptionist and crept down the hallway towards the source of the commotion. As they neared the doorway, Brie's foot struck something on the floor with a soft clatter, a set of keys. Pressing their ears to the door, the sounds of wild, gasping laughter and feminine squeals instantly washed over them. Tina carefully slid the key into the lock with a soft click, twisting it slowly and pulling the door open just a crack.
What met their eyes astounded them. There lay their normally prim and proper mother, flushed and disheveled atop a squirming, equally undone Dr. Rodriguez, sandwiched together in what would have been a sensual scene had the two of them not been cackling immensely. And for a reason neither Brie nor Tina could guess, both of their shirts had been carelessly cast aside. A sputtering canister of nitrous oxide lay discarded on the floor nearby, its wispy vapors hanging thick in the air and no doubt contributing to the spiraling delirium. Even more shocking than the ridiculous gas-induced scenario itself were the seemingly unending sources of torment assailing the helpless pair. Brie's eyes went wide, laughing out loud as she caught sight of the buzzing ultrasound wand sandwiched snugly between their heaving breasts, the bristled head dragged its devilish buzzing head across the sensitive skin there. And just when the sight couldn't grow any more absurd, wisps of round cotton puffed and scattered with every wild convulsion of their tangled forms. The feathery fluff clung to every inch of their exposed, sweat-slicked skin, the hollows of their underarms, every tender rib, and of course, their perfectly fit outie innie belly button combo.
The redhead sisters shared a look of understanding, this was a platinum opportunity that required their full attention. Tina was the first to act. She planted her hands firmly on her hips, pursing her lips in a mock-stern expression as she surveyed the chaotic, ticklish scene before her.
"Honestly, you two! We could hear your cackling all the way up at the front desk," she admonished with an exaggerated tut. "Disturbing the peace and frightening the other patients… is that any way for an esteemed doctor and her...erm, patient...to behave?"
Hillary squirmed helplessly atop the equally helpless doctor, mouth agape as she struggled to catch her breath. Her face was flushed, sweat-slicked tendrils of red hair clinging to her forehead.
"S-Sorreeehehehe, W-We...hnnnghh...we were just...ohhhh..." Another spasm of giggles bubbled up from deep within.
"Examining aahahaha- the, uh...the therapeutic benefits of...of laughter?" Dr. Rodriguez finally managed to wheeze out, she shot Tina a lopsided, somewhat delirious grin.
Brie arched an eyebrow mischievously. "Is that so? Well in that case, I think further...research is definitely warranted, don't you agree, Doc?"
She gave Hillary's bare soles an experimental stroke, grinning impishly at the sharp intake of breath it elicited. "Buuuuut this room might be a little too...public for such intense therapy. Wouldn't want to make a ruckus."
Dr. Rodriguez seemed to ponder Brie's suggestion for a moment before nodding enthusiastically, her normally cool professional demeanor thoroughly dissolved by the hysterical delirium. "Y-Yes, of course! Teeheeheehaaha There's a much more...hnnnghhehehehe...s-suitablesoundproofed exam room-mmmpppffhahaha… in the back!"
The young girl allowed the implication to hang there for a beat, watching in delight as realization slowly blossomed in her mother's wide, panicked eyes even through the nitrous-induced haze. Hillary's muffled whimper of dismay barely registered over the ragged peals of helpless laughter.
"A soundproof room, you say?" Tina purred. She sidled up alongside her sister. "That sounds simply perfect for what we have in mind. Don't you agree, Brie?"
The younger redhead simply snickered in response, flexing her fingers in a playful tickle-wiggle as she pondered the possibilities. "Oh absolutely, sis."
 | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 sharkattack500 (UN: sharkattack500 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
FaustLundgren has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author