Stacey is a 16 year old girl. She has long brown hair, blue eyes, a pretty face and a body that draws her a lot of attention.
She is wearing faded jeans, white sneakers and a red crop top, showing off her smooth, tanned belly, and her pierced innie belly button.
She decides to get out of the house and go out for the day, not knowing just how busy it is.
Walking along the street, Stacey wondered why is was so busy. Everyone seemed as if they were in a rush to get somewhere, they were arrogant and often barged their way through each other without saying sorry. Stacey was getting annoyed with the traffic on the footpath, so she started looking around for a shop she could go in. Stacey crossed the road and stood before what looked like an abandoned shop, it was painted black and had poorly painted on, grey writing at the top, reading; 'Mystic Land'. Although she wasn't really into mystic stuff, she felt an explainable attraction to the shop, and decided to enter it.
The shop smelt of strong incense and was dimly lit, with the only light coming from the tinted door. Stacey looked around as she walked to the back, unable to control her desire to look around.
"Hello dear, how may I help you on this fine day?" said an unfamiliar voice, startling her. Stacey looked over her shoulder to see an elderly lady standing right behind her.
"Oh hey, I'm just looking thanks" Stacey said with a smile.
Before she could turn back around, the elderly lady reached into the pocket of her beige pants, and pulled out a necklace. Stacey's eyes lit up at the sight of it, and she turned her body around to face her.
Stacey's heart raced at the sight of it, realising that, that was what the strange attraction was, the necklace. She didn't think why, or how, instead she thought about getting the necklace.
"Could I interest you in this, darling?" the Elderly lady asked, as she slowly swung it left and right, watching as Stacey's eyes followed.
"I.. I don't have any money" she said, still following the necklace.
"It's not money I'm after, sweetie" Stacey's eyes then fixed onto the lady's.
"What do you want then?" she asked with desperation.
"I just want to tickle you, that's all" the Elderly lady replied, as she ran her index finger along her exposed midriff.
She giggle and stepped back. Stacy didn't like to admit it, but she was incredibly ticklish, but she hated to be tickled. She looked at the necklace once again, before looking at the lady's wrinkled old fingers. If she is quick enough, she could grab it from her hand, head for the door and most likely lose her in the crowd, or she could endure what was expected to be a short tickling, and then get it the right way...
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