"No, really...I'm alright," Jessica answered politely. She didn't want to come off as rude and distasteful - the old lady seemed very nice and caring. However, she was somewhat creeped out by her eyes scouting her exposed figure and the gal needed to get away from the crone as fast as possible. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine with what I'm wearing. Now, I think my friend is waiting for me outside. Goodbye," the youngster uttered whilst showing her back at the aged woman and rushing out of the shop. Her reply might have been a little harsh, but Jessica didn't want to loiter around near the elder as she slightly frightened her.
Scanning through the main entrance, the blonde couldn't find her companion anywhere; it was as if she suddenly vanished from the compartment. With an irritating sigh, the juvenile took a seat on the bench nearby and stretched her limbs. In the process, her ribs stuck out and her belly grew more defined. Unknowingly, a silhouette perched next to her and observed the entire phenomenon. Speedily, the individual introduced her fingers on the edge of Jessica's navel and squeezed repeatedly. Spontaneously, the lass yelped and slapped the hand away from her stomach, peering at the culprit in question; it was the matron from before!
"Oh, I'm sorry darlin'. I just couldn't help but give your tummy a lil' ticklin'," the dame apologized. "You looked sad over there, so I thought I'd come and cheer you up. What's the problem, hun?"
Jessica was hesitant at first; was she following her? However, it wouldn't hurt to express her worries. "My friend was supposed to be here, but now I can't find her. Without her, I can't get home because she's the one who drove me here. My house is a few miles from here and I'll never reach it at this point." The girl exhaled in frustration at the turn of event and all appeared hopeless at this point. It would take far too long to search the building from inside out to unearth a single person, so she might as well start walking to her residence.
"Oh, is that all dear? That's no problem, I can bring ya home - my car is just outside. In fact, I'll show ya," the kind senior gestured to follow her. Jessica, relieved of her dilemma, instantly nodded and marched to the designated location - it was better to listen to the old lady than stand around at the mall doing nothing productive. After all, what could she do to her? If anything bad happened, Jessica could overpower her...right? Adhering to the granny's directions, the duo finally arrived to the vehicle. It wasn't that fascinating; it simply consisted of a 2013 grey Corolla. Unlocking the door, she grabbed the front seat next to the woman who, surprisingly, knew how to drive. Inserting her seatbelt, Jessica awaited for the engine to activate. However, the event that pursued was not something she expected. The old lady wasn't even on the driver's seat, she was sitting behind her!
"Surprise!" the old hag shouted, prompting a tiny jump from the platinum personage. The teen's wrists were snatched and held high above her head. The assailant then used her appendage to tickle her midriff through the gap between the two front seats; wiggling her digits like a spider, the veteran pinched and prodded the frontal part of her abdominal muscles with great dexterity. Her flanks and ribcage were not neglected - often, the tormentor would switch tactics to maintain the element of surprise. "Tickle, tickle, tickle...this cute wittle tummy! So soft and cuddly, my fingers are so hungry! So hungry, so thirsty for this beautiful tummy!" she continuously sang whilst inflicting her captive with anguish.
"Hahahahahahahahah! Haahheehehehehe ohhhhhaha hahahahahaha my oheeheeheha hahahahah gahahahawhhahahahahahd! I can'theh ehheieheh eahaeh aeiahiahaoa ahah take it! Pleaseeehe ehhe ehaeheaheheahehehehe sthahahahahahap!" her shouts and yelps echoed in the automobile, but unfortunately for her, the transportation was soundproof. As much as she cried for help, no one would hear her. Jessica tried to break the freak's hold of her hands, but the opponent was unexpectedly strong. Ultimately, the beauty stopped resisting and simply accepted her cruel, cruel fate. "Ehehehah ahahahahahaha, you bitch! Heeheh hehehe ehehehehehe let me go!"
"What was that you called me?! Now that's not tolerable, my lil' peach. You need to be punished! I offered you a ride home, and this is how you repay me?!" the angered assaulter scolded whilst yanking on Jessica's denim shorts - revealing more skin to toy with. Her hips were kneaded delicately, generating an unbearable sensation for the miserable elegance. Her legs and arms trashed, desperately endeavouring to escape her fate. Yet, there was no plausible way out of this mess. Her sides were compressed and her solar plexus was teased. Her laughter quickly turned into screams as she experienced a whole new definition of the words 'Tickle Torture'.
Soon, the old lady twirled her index around Jessica's belly button - getting dangerously close to the tiny dimple at the center. The adolescent discovered a new source of energy as she expressed her last efforts. "NANAAH AHAHAAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHA DON'T! PLEASE, NOT MY BELLY BUEHEHAHAHAHAHAHTTTON!" She felt like dying right there and then, but fate had something different in store for her.
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