School Girls
(Posted on Saturday, December 8, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously by Michael.

I had an idea for this story last night, that I was the caretaker of a school for girls. Naturally, the three girls that I can remember the names of were over 17. They were Amy, Heather and Joy.

We'll start with Amy. Amy came from a middle class, working family. Her father had sent her to this private school thinking it would make her more efined. Next, we have Heather don't know much about her family but Heather was by all accounts a beauty but also a royal pain in the ass. Last there was Joy, cute, sweet little Joy, more than likely the apple of her fathers eye.

It was Joy who first caught my attention. Every time I saw her she was barefoot, I could have been the dead of winter and still no shoe or socks. I was busy in the school's library late one night and as I rounded a corner there was Joy, sitting at a table with her feet up on the chair next to her. As I began to polish the floor, which I did once a week, I couldn't take my eyes off of Joy's feet. I think once or twice she caught me looking. Joy took great pride in teasing men, but one with a thing for feet, that was something else all together. Joy sitting there flexing her bare soles and wiggling her toes to the point it gave me stiffy. I figured it was best for the time being just to go about my business.

The next the to cross my path was Heather. Heather with her long red hair, green eyes and tanned from head to toe. She was a hottie. I was called to her dorm room to look at a heater vent, when I got there I saw that her and Joy were both sitting on Heather's bed. Joy was painting Heather's toes nails and every once and while I'd hear Heather giggle and tell Joy that she was tickling her. I think it was Amy though who was always kind to me, she would get mad at Heather and Joy for the way they treated other people, I told Amy one day that someone needed to teach Heather and Joy A lesson in humility.

Then I remembered the day in Heathers dorm room about Joy tickling her while she painted her nails, the wheels in my mind were turning.Amy came up with the idea of the three of them having a slumber party in the library. Of course I would be cleaning the library that night. The day of their party I paid a visit to the supply room and gathered as many rolls of gauze as I cound find.I also supplied Amy with a bottle of whiskey to loosen the other two up. Everything was going according to plan and by quarter to twelve Joy and Heather were in no condition to avoid what they had coming.

Amy helped Joy into one of the arm chairs that sat around the table, lifting Joy's legs so that her feet were sticking up on the back of the chair. I then used the gauze to tie her wrists and her ankles together. Once she was tied I left her to Amy (Amy had a thing for tickling too). I went to the other end of the library where Heather was. I grabbed her from behind and quickly bound her ankles and wrists but unlike Amy I laid Heather on a table.

It was then that I hear Joy's hysterical laughter, apparently Joy was extremely ticklish and from the sound of her laughter Amy was taking great pleasure in tickling her senseless. I began running my fingers up and down Heather's arches, her feet squirmed and she started to laugh. I had never heard Heather laugh before she had a cute laugh. I began tracing figure 8's across her arches as her feet were having spasms. I started tickling with all my fingers up and down her soles, tickling in kind of a sweeping pattern. Heather was going crazy with laughter, she was literally in a fit of laughter. I begin to attack her toe stems, just when I thought she couldn't get any more hysterical, her and Joy's laughter echoed throughout the library. I was really enjoying paying Heather back for the way she treated me.

I went back to tickling Heather soles when I heard Amy say that Joy had passed out from being tickled so long and it wasn't long after that Heather passed out. Amy and I carried the two girls back to their dorm rooms. It wasn't long after that I was offered a much better job but that's another story. Enjoy. Michael