The Club Dancer Tickled

This happened a few years ago. My Brother-in-Law was planning a bachelor party for our future B-I-L.

We met at his best man's house, drank, talked and then the plan was to take a extended cab to a couple of dance clubs and return. Well we went to one and the only one all night and what a great evening this was.

The ten of us walked in and sat down and immediately a group of dancers came and sat at our table. The one who sat next to me was a gorgeous 20 year old college girl, wearing a black bikini and black sandles and bare foot. 110 lbs, 5'6" (she told me), and went by the stage name "Destany".

After about a half hour the dancers left our table and the guys left too and went to the stage. Destany sat there with me. I offered her a drink and she said she wasn't old enough and to my shock she said that the price of what they would charge me for a club soda for her company would be ridiculous.

I was happy but confused. After a few more brews and conversations I asked her this," Just curious I know I'm not the best looking guy here and the wealthiest I just can't understand why you're sitting here and not mingling with other guys"?

Her answer was direct yet flirtatious," I know you're not here on your own doing and I get the feeling you're uncomfortable". I told her yes and to continue. She then said,"well you're probably married, old fashioned, kids and don't get into this life".

I then asked her," so why are you here still with me"?

Her reply was," take a look around, look at some of these guys, I feel safe with you. You wouldn't ask me to do anything perverted, sick or strange like these sickos do sometimes".

Then I jokingly asked," strange, like maybe want to tickle your feet"?

Her answer shocked me when she said that she loved having her toes sucked and feet tickled even though she was very ticklish on her feet.


Before I could react, and this is no lie,  I heard her shoe hit the floor and in my lap went her left foot under the table and table cloth. I took a beer cap that was on the table, grasped her ankle and lightly scraped the cap up and down her ticklish left foot from heel to toe for about a minute. She wiggled her foot like mad, her eyes watered up and she held back in the laugh.

I asked her if she was alright and she replied, not trying to laugh, that dancers and customers are not to have any physical contact and she didn't want to get into trouble. Carefully I tickled her sole  with the cap and her toes with my fingers and she held back the laughter for about 5 minutes or so on my lap and under the table and table cloth.

My B-I-L came over and Destany pulled her foot away. He told me the cab was here and we were leaving shortly. I gave her a huge tip so she wouldn't get into trouble and all she had to do was sit there and endure some tickling which she liked. A goog deal all around.

As I was putting on my coat and Destany said to me," to bad you have to leave because I'm off in a couple of hours and I could use someone to tend to my sore feet and toes in my car".

Just then my B-I-L came back in and said they were waiting for me. Before I left Destany winked, smiled and gave me her card. I went home thinking about that that evening. I never called or went back and sometimes that haunts me still.