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Tickled Angels Part 3
After the check-in rush, Sabrina sighed and began chatting with a co-worker,
a friendly seeming woman with a Texas accent, "How long have you worked here,
Betsy?" Betsy thought for a moment, "Six years, now. Ever since I got
out of high school." Sabrina got quickly to the subject she was interested
in, "Didn't I read something about two women dying here? That's really
spooky.." Betsy looked at Sabrina for a couple of seconds, and then,
seemingly deciding something, leaned close to her at the front desk, "Do
you knwo how they died?" Sabrina shook her head. Betsy continued, "They
were tickled to death." Sabrina feigned shock, covering her mouth, "Oh
my God! How?"
Betsy explained, "You can't tell anyone about this. Guests, other
employees, ....anyone! Both times, a couple of the maids heard hysterical
laughter coming from the women's rooms, but muffled. Like they were
gagged. The maids thought the women were kinky or something. Can you
imagine?"
Sabrina answered, "I can't imagine anyone being that ticklish. Wouldn't
they get used to the tickling after a while? I mean, I would."
Betsy looked at Sabrina, amusement in her green eyes. "Are you saying
that you're not ticklish?", she taunted. Her eyes swept Sabrina's body.
"Everyone's ticklish, it's just a matter of finding out where.."
Sabrina felt uncomfortable for a second, but held her ground. "Nope, not
ticklish at all. Just a mindset."
"Hmmm. Well, whatever you say. By the way, a few of us are going out
tommorrow night, kind of a girls night out. Your welcome to come with, if
you want. Probably just going to go play pool or something. If you want,
we'll just leave straight from here after our shift."
Sabrina smiled. Good, I'm getting in, she thought. "Sounds fun! Count me
in."
Chapter Six
The angels all met later that night at a restaurant to discuss their
progress. After ordering, Kelly began.
"I finally found the P.O. box site I was looking for.", she announced,
"I'm going to stake it out tommorrow. With any luck, I'll find out who
our Toe Lover is. Kris, how are you coming?"
Kris began, "Well, I got my pedicure. This sure is a tough assignment,
isn't it? Anyway, I made sure that Cindy knew my feet are ticklish, and
that she's going to see a lot more of me. She even tickled my foot for
a second, but she seemed embarrassed. Tommorrow I'm going to lay out by the
hotel pool, and flash every woman I see. With my feet, of course. I
have a couple of real good attention getters..."
"Great!", Sabrina smiled. "I'm going out tommorrow with a few co-workers
to shoot pool. A girl named Cindy is going, Kris, but I don't know if
it's your Cindy. I'm starting to suspect Betsy a little. She looked
pretty mischevious when I mentioned that my feet weren't ticklish, and
she knew how the women died, although I guess you could chalk that up
to rumors. Let's get a little more bold, Kris, Kelly. We don't have
a lot of time, and we don't want another guest to die."
Chapter Seven
The next morning, Kelly was in her sports car, parked in front of a strip
mall with a small mailing service business. With her binoculars, she
could look through the front window and had a view of the right box number.
She didn't need to wait long. The third customer through the doors was
a middle aged woman, with short brown hair. She went directly to the
box, put in a key, and retreived some mail. Kelly's heart pounded. It
WAS a woman! What were the odds? Kelly thought fast. She decided to
act quickly. Kelly got out of her car, and walked toward the shop.
The woman was just leaving the shop, head down, looking at her mail, when
Kelly shreiked. She went to the ground, groaning, clutching her foot.
The woman looked up, puzzled. Kelly started weeping.
"Are you OK?", the woman asked, "what's wrong?"
Kelly groaned, "Ohhh.. foot cramp. Ahhh, it hurts so bad!"
"Here", the woman offered, "let me help. I'm a nurse." The woman pulled
Kelly's left sneaker off. She was not wearing any socks. She began rubbing
Kelly's bare arch. Kelly made sure to give her plenty of praise.
"Ohhh, God.. Mmmmmmm, that feels so much better... Thank God you're a
nurse! Mmmmmmm, yeah....." Kelly continued to coo and sigh as she watched
the woman carefully. She stole a glance at the pile of letters that the
woman had dropped while helping her. Hers was in the pile.
"Oh, my..", she smiled at the woman, "that's my letter. I'm Shelly."
The woman looked panicked, and stopped the massage. Kelly let her foot
stay in the womans hands. "Ummm, what are you talking about? I'm picking
these up for a friend."
Kelly smiled cooly, "Oh.. What a coincedence. I use a box in there too.
And, you don't have to stop the massage, do you, Nurse?" Kelly smiled
widely.
The woman looked at Kelly , smiling back. She took her letter, opened it,
and started reading. When she finished, she smiled and said, "Hi, Shelly,
I'm Leslie. Would you like to get a cup of coffee, and get out of this
parking lot?" She playfully drummed her long fingers on Kelly's arch.
Kelly moaned and giggled at the same time. "I'd love a cup of coffee, Nurse
Leslie. And you'll never get me off this lot if you keep tickling my foot
like that." She winked at Leslie.
Chapter Eight
Kris found a spare lounge chair at the pool, making certain the one next
to it was empty also. After getting herself situated, she looked around at
the women by the pool. She started putting lotion on, looking around
through her sunglasses to see who was noticing. Besides the normal at-
tention from the men, she had noticed a few women looking at her and glancing
away. She decided to put on a show. She rubbed lotion on her feet,
carefully massaging it into her soles, between her toes, her ticklish
heels. She began to breathe deeply as she did. A couple of men were
looking at her intently now, one got up and took his towel. He walked
over to Kris, smiled, and asked her if the lounge chair was taken. Kris
stared at him icily, "Yes, it's taken. I'm waiting for a girlfriend."
The man walked away, shaking his head. Kris continued the show.
She began lightly running her nails along her own soles, gently tickling
them and continued to breathe deeply. As she scanned the guests, Kris
saw immediately one woman staring directly at her. It was a pretty woman,
Latino, probably Cuban. Very tall and slender with a deep tan. Kris
threw her a slight smile. The woman was at the other side of the pool.
Kris got up, moved her lounge chair so that one end was pointing toward
the woman, and lay down on her tummy with her feet at that end. Give her an
eyeful of sole, Kris thought, amused. Nobody with a foot-tickling fetish
could resist that.
Kris didn't dare turn around. Five minutes later, she saw a pair of long
tanned legs and a yellow towel. "Is anyone using this?", she asked Kris
with an obvious Cuban accent. Kris looked up at her, smiling, "Nope. Feel
free". The woman said thank you, and spread her towel on the empty lounge
next to Kris. Then she lay down, but the opposite way that Kris was! Kris
looked at the womans's feet; tanned, narrow, with shell pink polish. She
could almost feel the hot gaze on her own feet as well. Well, Sabrina said
we have to move fast on this thing. She sat up.
"Hi, I'm Kris. Are you stayin here too?" Kris extended her hand. The
woman ripped her gaze from Kris' feet, and sat up as well.
"Hello, Kris", she said in that lovely accent, "I'm Gaby. Do you like what
you see?" She gave Kris her hand, which was impeccably manicured with
long nails.
Kris forged ahead. "Do you get your nails done here? I just got my toes
done yesterday. It was wonderful."
Gaby looked at Kris with an amused smile. "I'll do your toes today. And
your soles. Come on, lets go to my room." Kris took a deep breath and
got up.
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