S2-ENF-017 - TANGLED

“I call it,” explained Thessaly, “the Naked Lesbo Tickle Box.”

There was a chorus of yelps and squeals from inside the Naked Lesbo Tickle Box. It was a large cube of transparent plastic, about 10 feet long in every direction. It was packed to capacity with naked women, none of whom were lesbians, but all of whom were now in what could fairly be described as a lesbionic situation. The exact number of women in the box had been carefully calculated so that they all had to rub up against each other in an extremely intimate and awkward way, and the women on the outside of the box had to smoosh their naked breasts and bottoms up against the flexible plastic. Airholes had been punched in the top.

It was positioned in the vast white central exhibition hall of a well-known Manhattan art gallery, surrounded by a special display of paintings of the female nude. A small copper plaque in front of the piece gave its name, and explained that it was a brilliant commentary on modern gender roles. Very few of the hundreds of people currently crammed into the exhibition hall were looking at the paintings.

“Thessaly!” wailed Emilia. There was a lot of wiggling and squirming inside the Naked Lesbo Tickle Box, as the girls pressed against the transparent walls tried to get someone else between them and the ogling crowds. The girls were all tangled up together, involuntarily groping each other’s warm sweaty curves, feeling each other’s hot breath against their sensitive necks. “Let me out!”

“Let me out first,” Melissa protested, wriggling uncomfortably as Emilia’s full creamy breasts slid and squished against her own pert brown tits. Both girls felt oddly greasy, as if the most intimate parts of their bodies had been coated with a generous layer of some sort of ointment. “You can’t do this to us!”

“Sure I can,” said Thessaly, smiling as she added a “PHOTOS ENCOURAGED :)” sticker to the copper plaque. Carol Song, Angela Sharpe, Penelope Khan and Thelma Pinkley were all in the Naked Lesbo Tickle Box, along with Mariko, Karen Mwangi, Felicity Brown, Dr. Carmen Cuteboobs and countless other visually appealing Foundation ladies, not one of whom appeared to be happy about it. “So you understand the naked part, and the lesbo part, and the box part, but you might be wondering where the tickle part comes in. Well, there’s this incredibly powerful tickle ointment I found in the Sector Three defence lab…”

“EEEEEK! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MAKE IT STOP!”

“Now you understand.”