“What was that about volunteering for our troop?” asked the brunette scout.
The question came out of left field; Hillary’s brain had already anticipated more tickling the instant she told them no, and she already began to buckle over and laugh even when the scouts didn’t renew their interrogation session. When she leaned forward, she only ended up poking her midsection into their fingers herself, which sent her jolting back into the couch, much to the girls’ amusement. It took a moment for Hillary’s laughter to subside, and she looked back at her two “captors” with a look of confusion.
“Wh…hahah… what?”
“You said earlier, you would be willing to put in some volunteering time for the Owl Scouts as an alternative form of payment. If you’re going to continue to insist you don’t have any cash or cookies on you, that will have to do.”
“So… you believe me?”
Hillary’s hopes were dashed when Gabby and Katie both booped her navel at the same time like it was a big red button on a computer; a well of laughter formed in her middle and flushed out her mouth while the scouts chuckled to themselves.
“Not really. On one hand, you didn’t crack under our interrogation, and your tummy doesn’t belong to someone who could eat $200 worth of cookies in a week. On the other hand, you could have shared or stashed them. Our records still say we sold them to this house, and one way or another, we’re short $200.”
“Which you will have to help us make up” continued Gabby. “It’s still only eleven. You might even be able to resolve your debt today.”
“Will… you be tickling me more?” pleaded the young mother, her face almost as red as her hair. The scouts looked at each other, and shrugged before their smiles resumed.
“I don’t want to let these knots go to waste” said Katie, causing a tremor of goosebumps across Hillary’s body as her apprehension grew. “We’ll give you five more minutes. After that, Gabby and I will not be tickling you any more as a part of your volunteering.”
“Wait, wait, five more minUAHAHAHA!!! OH NOHOHOAHAHAHA!!!”
Hillary’s laugher spiked once again when fingers dug into her exposed sides, kneading them and pushing her pale skin up and down. Gabby climbed onto the redhead’s knees and, against her pleading, undid the next two buttons on the blouse, giving her access to more of Hillary’s belly; she clawed her hands around the woman’s sides, and only the tight ropes stopped Hillary from bucking so hard she’d fall off the couch. Katie, meanwhile, slid off the sofa and scooted over to the dangling slipper’s in front of her; with two casual flicks of her wrist, she exposed two sensitive soles and wrapped her arm around Hill’s ankles to stop them from wriggling too much. Hillary threw her head back in laughter as the brunette scraped her fingers up and down her feet, and in an extra tortuous fashion, she allowed her long ponytail to casually drift in front of them, letting the soft hairs add to the ticklish sensation.
Five minutes of indulgence felt more like ten to the poor woman, but they finally ceased their assault on the dot, and left her on the couch to catch her breath. Gabby began to unravel the ropes tying their captive down, while Katie procured a piece of paper from her backpack and began to write on it. Hillary, chest heaving and stomach fluttering in and out with her heavy breathing, was too tired to do any sort of resisting, and was thankful that the torture had stopped. Katie handed her the paper, which appeared to be a simple volunteering form with some details filled out already.
“Here’s our sign up form; we need to make back $200, so you’re going to be helping us with some fundraising. We’ll give you until 12 to recover and get ready; you’ll be outside with us.”
A break, a cold shower, and fresh air later was all that really registered in Hillary’s addled mind. She signed the form, and after the two scouts put their own names down, they packed up their belongings and prepared to head outside.
“We’ll be back here at twelve” Gabby said once more. We just need to set up; it’s hot outside.
Once they left, Hillary could to nothing but lay on the couch for ten minutes contemplating life and trying to catch her breath. Eventually, she managed to pick herself up and began to make the most of her break, picking up her book in the process. Absentmindedly, she grabbed the envelope she had been using as a bookmark, having misplaced hers from earlier; the envelope read “Mom, this is money for girl scouts”, but she completely failed to register it as she marked her page and set the book aside.
The shower hit the spot, and by the time she was done, Hillary had mellowed back down to the point of pure relaxation. She was almost looking forward to the volunteering she was about to do, whatever it was. But with a quick glance outside, she remembered their warning that it was a hot day out, and decided a fresh change of clothes would be necessary, just in case she’d be doing anything physical. She shuddered at the idea of needing to wear anything too revealing around the two scouts, then remembered their promise that she wouldn’t be under their tickling fingers for their next activity. And with Brie and Tina out, she relaxed, and opted for a pink tube top and knee-high shorts. A large splash of sunscreen later, and Hillary left her front door at 11:59.
In front of her house, Gabby and Katie had returned, and had set up a small folding table at the front of her lawn by the sidewalk. There was a big poster facing the street that Hillary couldn’t read, some folding chairs, and a big pitcher of lemonade, a classic stand that Hill herself had once done when she was a kid. Gabby, hearing the door opening and closing, tapped Katie on the shoulder and waved the mother over.
“Aw, how cute! A lemonade stand?”
“Nope.”
In a flash, Katie grabbed Hillary’s arms from behind and taped her wrists together with astonishing speed; Hillary couldn’t even get a yell of surprise out before she was gently, but sternly, pushed down with her back on the grass. Katie raised her arms above her head, pulling her top right out of her shorts once again, while Gabby propped the woman’s feet onto their table, taking off the sandals and tossing them aside. Once again, just like that, Hillary was pulled taught and vulnerable, with her protests meaning nothing.
“H… hey! Oh no, you said there’d be no more tickling!”
“Correction, we said we wouldn’t be tickling you!” Katie retorted, wriggling the piece of paper Hillary had signed over her face.
“What does that m… oh… oh no…”
Hillary’s eyes widened as Gabby turned the large sign around for Hillary to see it.
OWL SCOUTS TICKLING STATION!
$2 a minute! Feet, legs, stomach, arms, all available!
So THIS was the fundraising she’d be helping with!
“Wait… but at $2 a minute… 100 minutes of tickling?!?!”
“Well, only if you assume people go one at a time.”
That did NOT make Hillary feel better. At this point, even the freshly cut grass underneath her was starting to make her feel tickly and itchy, and while the ropes around her arms and legs allowed for much more wriggle room than their previous work, she knew it was still a futile effort to try and escape. The only thing she had in her favour was that she was underneath the shade of a large elm tree in their front yard, but her relief at not getting burnt laying in the sun was quickly replaced by regret when she saw her own belly, smooth and glistening with the lotion she had just applied. All this, for some misplaced girl scout cookies?
"Yo, they weren't kidding! This is awesome!"
The sound of a young male voice alarmed Hillary, but she couldn't quite manage to see who was approaching. It sounded like a pair of teenage boys, one of the last demographics she wanted seeing her like this.
"Wait, who's coming? How are there people here already?"
"We did a bit of word of mouth advertising while we were grabbing our supplies" smiled Gabby as she pulled a shoebox out from under the table. There was definetely tickle tools inside, Hillary was sure of it, but she didn't get a chance to see what.
"Yo, nice! And she's okay with it?" one of the teens asked when they got to the table.
"Yup! Look, she signed a contract!" Katie responded.
There were details missing, but Hillary didn't get to voice her dissent; the feeling of feathers wafting up her soles sent her into hysterics immediately.
"YAHAHAHA!!! Oh my gaahahad, pleasahahaha! Ohohohoheheheheeee!"
She only barely caught a glimpse of the two boys at the table tickling her propped up feet; they clearly weren't as experienced ticklers as she was used to, but the feathers were working just fine. They brushed back and forth across the bottoms and sides of her feet, and glided along her heels, leaving Hillary desperate with laughter on the ground. Over the sound of her own voice, she didn't get to hear Gabby instructing one of the boys to saw his feather between her toes, causing her to yelp out even louder.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
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