Ahh the holidays and soon school would be letting out. Reminds me of a certain holiday week a few years ago when my son was still in elementary school.
It was the last day of school before Christmas break and I picked up my son from school. He forgot his school gift he made for my wife and me so I went back up later to pick it up.
I pulled in the lot and there it was, the car that belonged to Mrs. Husk! The Principal! Yes Mrs. Husk. A farely attractive blondish woman in her later 40's. She always wore a buisness suit, fancy shoes and nylons. She reminded me of Hillory Clinton. Not by her attitude but by her appearance and her personality.
She had her "clique" which happened to be the Mothers of the P.T.A. At times she was phony, when she was in front of a group she was always nice but when the group left she looked at you, gave a snear, put her nose up and strut off as if to let you know this WAS HER SCHOOL! Man I hated that! Anyways.....
the doors were still open so I walked in and I walked by the office and there was Miss Seese, her secretary. Miss Seese was a gorgeous a gorgeous 28 year old brunette. She wore dress tops, slacks, boots but the footwear underneath...that was the fantasy. I always wanted to know if she was ticklish or what her hose were that she wore. So as I walked by and she asked what I was doing here and I told her I was picking up something my 10 year old forgot.
I asked her why she was still there and with a evil look she replied," that evil with, HUSK, has me staying over to do paperwork. This can wait till the new year but as Husk says" we must get a jump on everything", so here I stay"!
"Can't you take the work home", I asked?
She whispered," wish I could but you know she gets". I chuckled and walked to my son's classroom. I cut through the gym, hoping not to run into you know who, and as I walked by I noticed on the stage some magician props were still there. "They must of had a Holiday magic show" I thought to myself. I got to my son's room, went to his desk and got the gifts.
I left and cut through the gym and as I entered it guess who was standing there looking at the props, Mrs. Husk! There she stood wearing a red top, green slacks, white shoes and nude white hose. She was dressed for the Holidays but I hightly doubt she had the Holiday spirit but she did look good. I walked by and she asked snobbishly," forget something,"?
I told her," yes I forgot my son's gift".
"Well", she responded," Miss seese should have stopped you and got it herself". Then she proceeded out of the gym. Felling mad, vengeful and mischievious I blurted out," you know Mrs. Husk I use to practice magic and do a few tricks".
She replied," you mean you did something more than breaking school rules"?
"Here I said let me show you how good I am", I told her.
She finally agreed and followd me onto the stage. I showed her a few card tricks, dissapearing coins, hat tricks, etc. After about 15 minutes I asked her if she knew how the sawing the lady in half trick was done. She told me she really wasn't interested but I think she was impressed by my tricks and she was curious so unbelievably she climbed in.
She climbed in and put her arms at her sides, I closed her body in with only her head and feet sticking out then I took the small stock and placed it over her neck and the other over her ankles. Mrs. Husk was totally helpless.
Now my original plan was to pull up a chair and voice my protests about her attitude. She commented," I'll say this much once you're in here you are trapped"
I pulled up a chair and I couldn't believe what she said next," I know why I am in here, I didn't rise to this position by being stupid, you are planning on speaking your mind to me. I think it's a pathetic way of doing so but I will listen. At least I'm off my feet finally, so you may begin".
I asked earnestly," oh your feet hurt", and I walked down to her feet. I slowly removed her shoes, despite her concerns, and couldn't believe it. Her feet were soft, warm and sweaty but didn't smell also I could see through those nude, white hose pink perfect soles, perfectly rounded heels and tender arches. She had cute, little toes. Heck Mrs. Husk had perfectly pedicured feet! I then thought to myself," if this woman isn't ticklish I'll give up my foot tickling fetish for good".
"Just what do you think you are doing down there", she exclaimed?!
"Discussing concerns with you", and I took a pen that was nearby, held back her stockinged toes on her right foot and totally immobilizing her sole, took the pen and stroked the sole of her foot and said," coochy coochy coo".
Her response was," HA! HA! WAIT WAIT A MINUTE! NO! NO! NOT MY HAHAHAHAHFEEEEET! I CAN'T STAND HA!HA!HA! HAVING THEM TICKLED! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! MY HA!HA!HA! HUSBAND DOES HA!HA!HO!HO!HO! THIS SOMETIMES AND IT'S THE WORST"! I commented on how well groomed her feet were and she screamed through more hysteria," HAHAHAHAHAHOHOOHHOHO! THAT'S WHY I HAHAHAHA! DON'T GET HAHAHAHAHA PEDICURES ANYMORE, THEY TORTURE ME WHEN THEY HAHAHAHAHA DO THEM!!!!!! I DO THEM MYSELF HAHAHAHA! I put the pen down and heard her gasping for breath. I then went for the kill. I tickled both of her beautiful stockinged feet with my fingers.
She roared and screamed,"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA, YOU'RE HAHAHAHA KILLING ME HOHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEEEEEEASHAHAHAHASE STHAHAHAHAOP"! She went crazier, if this was possible, when I stuck my fingers in between her ticklish stockinged toes. She was frantic, her head thrashed back and forth, her blondish hair waving, the box shaking and creaking, while her feet writhed like mad. Her laughter was getting deeper too and I had already tickled her for about an hour and I was enjoying this till I looked up and saw Miss Seese staring at me with her arms folded. I stopped and Mrs. Husk was panting and gasping.
"So this is your idea of picking up your son's gift" asked Miss Seese? Then she said,"I could hear the screaming and laughter all the way in my office, cripe sounds like someone was getting killed in here".
Miss Seese then walked up on the stage and Mrs. Husk blurted out," about time Miss Seese, get me out of this and call the authorities, you are a witness". Miss Seese walked up to where Mrs. Husk's head was sticking out, looked me in the eyes and said, "I am really disappointed in you". I was getting scared now, then she finished,"you had to use a pen, if you had long fingernails like these you wouldn't need to", and she headed down to her feet.
She then said, despite Mrs. Husk's protests," I watched you for some time and you were pretty good but just hold her toes back and I'll show you what these can do".
Miss Seese raked her nails over Mrs. Husk's ticklish feet and her reation this time was one like I never heard,"OHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! STHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAOP! PLEHAHAHAAHASE"! Mrs. Husk was totally berzerk and insane with laughter and I could see that Miss Seese was very good at what she did. Mrs. Husk was thrashing her head back and forth again and trying desperately to get free. After about another half hour we stopped. We opened up the box and let Mrs. Husk rest and catch her breath. After several minutes Mrs. Husk tried to get up and we went to help her.
When Mrs. Husk stood up she snapped at Miss Seese and me," DON'T TOUCH ME YOU SICK INDIVIDUAL AND AS FAR AS YOU MISS SEESE.....YOU ARE FIRED"! WHEN I GET TO MY OFFICE I AM CALLING THE AUTHORITIES AND SEE WHAT THEY MAKE OF YOU TWO SICK PEOPLE"!
I was worried till Miss Seese dropped a bomb on Mrs. Husk and told her,"if you press this little incident I'll have no choice but to show your husband the pics and let him listen to the tapes of you and Superintendant Borelli having some, let's say rendevous".
Mrs. Husk denied it until Miss Seese said," see my brother is a detective and he did this for me as a favor, any questions"?
"FINE YOU JUST WAIT", bellowed Mrs. Husk and she put on her shoes and stormed out, got in her car and sped off.
As we were walking out of the gym and towards the office Miss Seese said to me," I didn't know you had a thing for tickling feet, I myself never gave it much thought but this was fun".
Like I said before I always wanted to know if she was ticklish and what she wore under those boots so I asked her," what do you usually wear on your feet in those boots"?
She said devilishly," awe do we have a little foot fetish"?
Before I could answer she said come to my office and I'll show you. We went to her office and she sat in her chair, pulled her boot off and showed me.
She was wearing tan, nuse hose and her foot was even prettier than Mrs. Husk's. I then reached down, picked it up and looked at it. I started tickling it!
She laughed hysterically and tried to pull her soft, sweaty stockinged foot away, which also had no odor, as it wriggle in my hand. She managed to pull her ticklish foot away and stated," you are a naughty man".
I told her," you better hope I never get you in a situation like your boss because with you and your ticklishness I'll never stop".
She finished putting her boot on and as she walked me out she said," promises, promises". Then she added as I was walking out and she locked the main door," tell you what, if you catch me one day in a contraption like that then I deserve it and my feet will be yours for as long as you want, Happy Holidays".