The officer’s first words were “Hello miss, can you please step out of the car?”
Janice looked up at the policewoman. Her hair was pulled back tightly in a ponytail with a few loose curls framing her face. She was wearing a typical police uniform that showed off a very slim figure and fit her curves in all the right places. Her badge read “Captain Pauline Martinez”.
Janice slowly opened the door and stepped out of the car. She smoothed out her clothes, which had been ruffled from the preceding tickle fight. It was quite embarrassing to have been caught in a situation like this.
“Can I ask what you’re doing?” the officer continued. She had a no-nonsense voice that matched her stern expression.
Caught off guard by the whole situation, Janice replied honestly, “Well, I was just tickling my daughters and their friend”. She felt silly admitting this to the cop, and as if to emphasize this, the three girls giggled from inside the car as the officer’s eyes narrowed further.
“I mean we were all tickling each other… it wasn’t just me tickling them…” Janice quickly added as if this made the situation any less frivolous.
The police woman ignored her, held out her hand, and simply said “Can I see some form of identification?”
Janice quickly fetched her ID and handed it to the cop. She noticed that another squad car had pulled up and the first officer took her ID and went to speak with one of her colleagues.
After a short conversation, the police woman returned and said “I’m afraid we’re going to need you to come to the station for questioning. You haven’t done anything wrong, but there are a few things we need to confirm.”
The ride to the police station was uneventful. Janice was mostly quiet wondering what needed confirmation, while Jenna, Abby, and Amy, who had never ridden in a cop car before, were excited for the experience.
When they arrived, Janice went with Captain Martinez, while the girls were ushered into a waiting room. A young police woman, probably in her mid-twenties, was there and introduced herself as Officer Brooke Miller. She had a softer demeanor than the other officers they had encountered so far. After a round of introductions, she reassured them they weren’t in trouble and asked them if they wanted anything from the vending machine. The girls decided they liked this police woman much better than the first one.
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Janice was led by Pauline to a small interrogation room. It was dimly lit adorned with only a table in the center and two chairs at opposing sides of the table. When they had both sat down, the officer questioned her about what she had been doing that day, her home life, where she was from, and the like. Finally, seeming satisfied, the female officer stood up and walked to a hatch in the wall that looked like it was for passing items to another room. She spoke while motioning for Janice to follow.
“Over here is the final thing I need from you.”
She opened the hatch and to Janice’s surprise, two shapely feminine feet were sticking out of it.
Noticing her visible confusion, Pauline continued “I know this is weird, but I want you to tickle these feet. As best you can”
Now Janice wasn’t about to complain about this situation, however strange it might be. She raised her hands apprehensively and a nod from the captain gave her confirmation to start. She commenced the tickle session by gliding her nails slowly up and down the trapped woman’s tender feet, working from the heels up the tips of the toes, before sliding back down over the balls of the feet and arches, where they thus finished up on the heels. After performing that strategy a few times and seeing that it got a good reaction, Janice slipped into second gear. Her nails were now spidering, skittering and raking relentlessly all over the soft, tender soles. The woman on the other side laughed and giggled hysterically, but Janice could only hear muffled sounds through the wall.
After about a minute, she changed things up gently caressing the tops of the mystery woman’s feet, before stroking down the sides and finally the soles. While this didn’t produce as much laughter, it was only a precursor to what Janice had in mind next. She began to tease the toes of the feet sliding and scratching about in between each little digit, as well as brushing across the undersides of the toes and over the tips. She couldn’t see the victim, but she knew it was getting to her by the way the feet wiggled. After another minute, the captain stopped her and had her sit back down.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back” the officer ordered leaving Janice to ponder what had just happened. Upon returning, Pauline addressed Janice ...
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