“Oh, would you look at that.” The babysitter said. “The bare sole of a foot, all exposed and with no one to help it! It is a rare sight when you play a game of Mannequin, you know…”
Layla almost gasped when she heard that. It was her! She was the one exposing the sole of her foot, and now, that would become the target for that slender and elegant white feather she was admiring earlier.
The girl was getting off some dust off the higher shelves, inadvertently getting herself in a position similar to that of her brother in the previous turn. Layla had absolutely the intention of ending up frozen in a position that would make her an appealing and easily accessible target for Amy’s tickles. She knew that pretty much all of her spots on her upperbody were exposed… but she didn’t consider her own feet!
Amy’s words directed her attention right to that spot, making Layla notice the fact that, while one of her feet was simply flat on the floor, the other one was resting on the tip of the big toe, leaving all the rest of the sole exposed.
“Hiiiiiiii Laylaaaaaaaa…” Amy appeared in the girl’s visual field. The girl turned her eyes, the only part she could move without losing the game in an instant (and therefore missing the tickling), only to see Amy sporting a big teasy smirk while she waved her white feather for her to see. Layla fought incredibly hard no to flash a big playful smile, only with partial results. Her changing facial expressions amused her babysitter to no end, though.
“I seem to recall that you really liked my feather just a few moments ago… I’d like to see if you’ll like it a bit more now, after you and her get to know each other a bit more” Amy looked down and saw an area of Layla’s sides that, thanks to the girl’s current frozen position, the pajamas weren’t covering. She took the chance to give the girl’s exposed waist a short and gentle stroke. Layla gasped and clamped her mouth shut.
“Oh, do we have a fighter here? Someone who will fight back the giggles? I really hope we do… those ones are the most fun to tickle!” The babysitter said in a voice that was dripping with teasiness at each word.
Since Layla’s clothing was providing protection for almost all of her body, at least from the feather, Amy very calmly sat on the floor next to the girl’s exposed bare feet.
“Hmmmmm… those PJs look real comfy. Kind of baggy. They seem to cover most of your body.” Amy placed the tip of the feather on the girls toes. “It really makes your feet stand out a bit more, don’t you think?”
The feather began to travel from the girl’s toes up to her heel, kissing the skin of the smooth and sensitive sole along the way.
With each movement of the feather, Layla couldn’t help but to have her tiny foot reacting out of reflex. Her toes began to curl, her sole began to crunch slightly, filling her skin with adorably tiny wrinkles, her ankle began to wiggle trying to avoid the touch of the feather and at the same time remaining in place.
“Uh-oh, is someone trying to move? Mannequins don’t move, at least that I know of… “ Amy’s words were having a peculiar effect on Layla. She didn’t know why, but they simply made her want to laugh even more. She even felt the need to giggle when she heard the babysitter tease Alex verbally before. It was almost like a spell.
“Hmmmm… I could swear these toes are indeed moving… but that can’t be… because you’re a mannequin right now, aren’t you, Layla? And mannequins aren’t ticklish… they don’t laugh…” The babysitter’s words felt on the girl’s ears like the feather felt on the sole of her foot: soft, gentle, almost loving, definitely playful, and absolutely provocative, filling her with the need to laugh more and more.
Oh, the laughter, Layla thought. What started like a small bubbling sensation when the feather first touched her, was now growing at a steady pace into a volcano of clumsy raucous cackles, ready to burst out. Each touch of the feather was making the task of keeping those laughs inside of her harder and harder. Both the girl and her babysitter could notice how with each stroke the smile on Layla’s face grew bigger and sillier, and her tiny foot wiggled more and more.
Until the feather touched just the right spot on the girl’s arch.
“HHMMPFFF!” A loud sound came from her mouth. Similar to her brother before, she tried her best to suppress an explosion of giggles, with not quite stellar results.
“Ooooooooohhh… what was that sound? Did my cute little mannequin just tried to laugh? That can’t be… because that would mean that this little mannequin… is veeeeeeeery very ticklish… right… about… here!” The babysitter waved her teasing words like an expert, making the girl shake with anticipation through each one of them, until finally, the feather kissed the skin of her exposed bare arch.
“Aaaah…!” Layla gasped almost silently. A gentle stroke went up her arch. Her whole body shook. A second stroke caressed from the heel to the ball of the foot, travelling over her arch once more. She tried with all of her might, but she knew she was beaten and that the only possible outcome of this was only one thing: laughter!
“Coochie coochie coo…” Amy almost whispered in a loving tone, that was audible to Layla even with Amy sitting on the floor next to her foot. While doing so, she began to stroke the arch of the girl at a steady pace, up and down the feather went.
Just like brother before, after listening to those words, Layla cracked.
“HPPPFFHFHFHF!” She began to sputter muffled giggles that were one second away to become full blown laughter, but didn’t realize one important detail.
The girl took her hand to her mouth.
“Oh, what’s that? I think that you just moved… so you lose!” Amy said. As she pointed that fact out, Layla realized that out of reflex, that was exactly what she was doing.
“Oh baby girl, I’m so sorry to tell you that I think you’ve lost this round! But don’t worry, you can finally let all of those giggles out! Coochie coochie coo!”
“Ah! PffffffffwAhHAAHahaHAhahahahahahaha!” Layla finally exploded into a cloud of girlish joyful hilarity.
“There you go! Let all of those giggles out, cutie pie! It’ll feel so good! Tickle tickle tickle!” Amy smiled to herself while she teased and tickled the girl. Layla was delighted to be engaged in her favorite game, but didn’t realize that she didn’t need to remain in her previous position anymore since she had lost. And in doing so, trying to balance her wiggling body on one leg, while still leaving one foot exposed for her babysitter to tickle, only could result in the girl losing her balance.
“Whoops! Don’t worry, I got you!” Amy said, and quick as a lightning, she got up and catched the girl before she would fall.
But she didn’t do only that: she took advantage of the situation to ease the girl onto the floor, and ravage her with tickles from head to toe.
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