As soon as I opened the door a crack, the door blasted open. I flew backwards and landed on the ground in a daze. In front of me stood a girl, about 18 and 5' 2", in a pink fluffy sweater that cutoff at her midriff, a bedazzled purse, black booty shorts with pink tights and no shoes. She had long blonde hair and a bubbly smile.
"Hello new recruit!" she beamed unfazed by my nudity.
"Who are you?" I stammered getting up.
"I am the recruitment officer for the company, Tickle Hunters. I recruit the... boys." She giggled somewhat deviously.
"What do the boys do, exactly?" I inquired, genuinely curious.
"They try not to get tickled by the girls who hunt the boys."
I was actually not feeling too upset with this, but I didn't think I should leave the house too long without telling my parents.
"What if I said I can't?" I asked nervously.
The cute blonde pounced, when her body collided with mine, her legs locked around my waist and this time I was able to stumble back onto the couch instead of smacking into the floor again. She immediately grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the couch with extremely sticky tape and quickly did the same with the other. "I was hoping you'd ask that," she giggled as she clamped a third piece over my mouth.
She hopped up, taped my feet to the footstool, and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Well, now I'm gonna tickle you," her voice suddenly became cold and sinister, "and when I feel like it, I'll pull the tape off your mouth and you can beg to be one of our 'boys' or ill put the tape back on and tickle you again."
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