"Thank-you, ma'am." You say, strolling away from the desk to make room for the next person in line. As you glance more throughorly over the impressive, shiny room, your own reflection catches your eye in the curve of a space-age row of comfortable seats. " You grin to yourself as you notice the way your plain, sleevless shirt-something you always wore before on the many occaisions you went looking for someone to tickle you- rides up, exposing several inches of midrift between it and the hem of your low worn jeans.
Just the essemblage for every tickle-enthusiast to wear in a place like this.
"Hey, girl. Whatcha' doin"?" A red-fox anthro guy bounds up to you, grinning crazily, bare paws hardly making a noise on the carpeted floor. You spin to regard him, seeing he's wearing another pair of jeans and a leather vest over his tall, muscular frame.
"Oh, uh, nothing much. Just waiting for the tour to start." You reply, smiling back. For some ineffable reason you find his wildly eager and ecstatic expression mildly funny.
"The tour? Bah, that's just what everbody sees. Hey-I can show you all sorts of cool places only the staff get to usually see, if you want. Name's DJ-I work here part time anyways. What do they call you?" You introduce yourself, and then turn as something blares out over the speaker system.
A dozen or so people-and other, more exotic things- stand up and crowd around one large doorway, impatiently waiting for the tour to commence. You giggle as several fur covered fingers suddenly poke you in the exposed side, and look back to the culprit; DJ, still grinning that crazy grin of his.
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