Danielle is a 20 year old new employee at Lab Corp. She is a beautiful redhead who stands 5’1”, has soft pale skin, large breasts, and adorable size 6 feet that are very ticklish. Morgana is 21 years old and also a new Lab Corp recruit. Morgana is a tall blond with size nine feet and she’s hiding a secret…she is a futa with a thick 10 inch cock. Morgana has a tickling fetish. She loves to be tickled but also to tickle other women. She cums buckets when tickling other women. Both Morgana and Danielle show up to their first national sales meeting and are in for a surprise. Lab Corp CEO, Christa, is a middle aged woman with dark hair and large tits. She has a tickling fetish and uses her power to get what she wants. Every year at the sales meeting she brings two young female recruits back to her hotel room for a tickle contest to see who will get the biggest account. She even goes so far as to arrange a “welcome to the NSM” manicure/pedicure for all the women in the company so she can see everyone’s feet and select her victims. At the mani/pedicure, Morgana is seated next to Danielle. Morgana’s cock starts to get hard at the site of Danielle’s pretty feet being pampered. She hides it and nobody notices. Christa can’t help but also notice Danielle’s feet and so Danielle and Morgana are selected for a night of tickling which ends up turning into a passionate lesbian threesome once Christa notices Morgana’a hard cock and love of tickling.

Chapter 2: Building Tension

The hotel room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The scent of expensive perfume hung in the air, mingling with the faint hint of chlorine from the pool below. Christa's suite was a picture of luxury, with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city lights.

Danielle, still in her tailored business suit, stood by the bed, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild drum. She felt a strange mixture of excitement and apprehension, her body tingling with anticipation.

Morgana, dressed in a black dress that hugged her curves, was seated in the chair across the room, her long legs stretched out in front of her, her feet strapped to a stool. Her eyes met Danielle's, and she couldn't help but notice the smirk on the blonde's face, the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

Christa, dressed in a silk robe that left little to the imagination, stood between them, a feather tickler in one hand.

"I think it's time we started," she said, her voice a low purr. "Whoever lasts the longest wins."

Danielle swallowed hard, her gaze flicking between Christa and Morgana. "Wins what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Christa smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. "The biggest account, of course. And a little... extra."

Danielle's eyes widened, but before she could ask for clarification, Christa was beside her, her fingers dancing lightly over Danielle's collarbone.

The redhead giggled, trying to squirm away, but Christa was quick, her touch feather-light and infuriatingly ticklish.

"Christa, stop!" Danielle gasped, laughter bubbling from her lips.

"Just getting started, love," Christa murmured, her voice like velvet.

Across the room, Morgana watched, her breath coming in short bursts. Her cock was rock hard, straining against the confines of her dress. She ached to join in, to feel the sweet torture of tickling skin against her own. She shifted in her seat, her fingers drumming against the chair arms.

Christa, noticing her discomfort, approached Morgana with the feather tickler. Morgana’s breath hitched as Christa lightly trailed the feathers along the inside of her ankle, sending shivers up her spine.

“Fuck,” Morgana whispered, her eyes fluttering closed. “God, that feels good.”

Danielle, now fully aware of the game, watched Morgana squirm. She couldn’t help but lick her lips, her own body reacting to the sight. Her nipples hardened beneath her suit jacket, and she could feel a throbbing need growing between her legs.

Christa moved from Morgana to Danielle, her feather tickler skimming over the redhead's thighs, making her jump and squeal. Danielle’s laughter was infectious, her eyes sparkling with delight and a hint of mischief.

“Oh, fuck,” Danielle giggled, twisting to avoid Christa’s touch. “That tickles like crazy!”

Christa chuckled, her eyes gleaming with enjoyment. She turned her attention back to Morgana, her feather tickler gently teasing the blonde’s inner thighs. Morgana’s breath hitched, her lips parting in a soft moan.

But Christa was already moving on, a wicked glint in her eye. "Alright, girls, it's time for the serious part." She raised the feather tickler, her expression turning serious. "I'm going to focus on your newly pedicured bare feet."

Danielle's eyes widened as Christa approached her, the feather tickler hovering ominously. The redhead squirmed, trying to pull her feet back, but the straps held her firmly in place. "Christa, wait," she giggled nervously. "I'm ticklish there."

Christa merely smirked, her eyes never leaving Danielle's feet. "That's the point, love." The feather tickler lowered, gently grazing Danielle's arch.

She squealed, her laughter echoing through the room. Her body tensed, her feet twitching as she tried to pull away. Christa chuckled, her eyes gleaming with delight. "You're even more sensitive here, aren't you, love?"

Danielle nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Yes... yes, please... it's too much."

Christa merely smiled, her feather tickler continuing its relentless assault. Danielle's laughter turned to desperate pleas, her body writhing on the bed. Her large breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples visible through her thin blouse.

Danielle's laughter turned into desperate pleas, her body writhing on the bed. "Please, Christa, stop. It's too much!"

Christa merely smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You can take it, love. You're stronger than you think." She turned her attention to Morgana, who was watching the scene with intense interest. Her breath was coming in short gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Christa could see the outline of Morgana's cock through her dress, straining against the fabric.

"It's your turn, Morgana," Christa purred, walking over to the blonde.

"Let's see how long you can last."

Morgana's lips curled into a smile, her eyes never leaving Christa's. She knew what was coming, and she was more than ready. Her cock throbbed beneath her dress, eager for the touch that would send her spiraling into ecstasy.

Christa, noticing Morgana's anticipation, suddenly ditched the feather tickler, replacing it with her perfectly manicured nails. "Let's see how you like this," she murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Morgana's breath hitched as Christa's nails gently raked against her sole, sending shivers up her spine. The blonde bit her lip, her body tensing as Christa's touch became more insistent.

"Fuck!" Morgana cried out, her hips bucking against the restraints. Christa's nails were relentless, their touch sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her body. Across the room, Danielle watched, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and arousal.