Quite Close with Ingrid

'AAAAGGHHHH! P-P-P-PLEASSSSSE!!!!!" "boys?" Hysterical tears followed.

Original Tale: Intern Brigid Climbs the Corporate Ladder FFFF/M (nonconsensual, humiliation)

Original author: • Aug 8, 2015

Original Author: parpignollord

Original Source: Ticklingforum website

Overall, Martina was pleased with her current career path. That morning marked the 11 year anniversary of Martina's employment with Polk Capital, one of the nation’s top asset management firms.

Polk would find companies, restructure them for peak efficiency, and then sell them for a profit. Martina was one of the account managers responsible for researching acquisitions and had been doing so since getting hired at 25 years old.

Working at Polk was great. Though she was one of only a handful of male employees it never made much of a difference. It was a positive and respectful working environment.

There had only been one instance ended in an awkward outcome. she had offered an extra concert ticket to the one other account manager Molly knowing she was a fan of the band. Molly thought she was asking her on a date and turned her down. she tried to explain that it wasn't a romantic date which weirded her out even more. her interactions were still a little odd with Molly.

Now 35, Martina felt she had a handle on her life. she had a decent car, nice apartment, had almost paid off her student loans, was making around 60K a year, and most importantly was under consideration for the Account Supervisor position at Polk. she felt she was a shoe-in.

Martina reached the office early that Monday to make a good showing for her boss Lilly. Walking in at 7:40, Martina made sure to pass by Lilly's office to say hello.

"Hey there boss!" Martina said cheerfully.

"Oh, hi Martina," replied Lilly.

Lilly was the Director of Development and had hired Martina 10 years ago when she was just the Account Supervisor. Things were relatively positive between the two, although Lilly could be a real stickler when it came to deadlines and synergy. She was known to call random staff meetings into session on a whim.

"We're bringing in a new intern at 9 today. Would it be alright for her to shadow you today?" asked Lilly.

"No problem" Martina said flashing a thumbs up. "It's always good to get some new blood."

"Thanks, Martina" she replied, primarily focused on whatever was on her computer monitor.

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"You must be Brigid!" Martina said cheerfully.

"Yeah," replied the 19 year-old woman while texting on her phone. Brigid was blonde, around 5'7" and didn't appear interested in what Martina had to say. She wore a loose white blouse and faded jeans with brown flats without socks. Not exactly what Martina would call business attire.

"...okay. Well, then. Let's get right into the diligence reports."

Martina sat down and began to explain the reports done when acquiring new assets, the primary task of interns. It could get a little arduous, but intern work typically is. Martina would occasionally check that Brigid was listening, only to find her enraptured by her phone again or distracted by something else around her office.

"Do you have any questions about anything so far?" Martina asked, hoping she had been paying attention.

"You should re-do your office in yellow," Brigid said scoping out her office walls.

"...that's not really a question."

Brigid remained unreceptive. Martina's desk phone rang just before she could explain the importance of this job.

"I need to take this" said Martina picking up the receiver.

Brigid continued to check out her office and lazily dangle her flats under her desk while Martina spoke with the rather important client.

"Where is the bathroom?" Brigid asked Martina after a moment.

Martina was occupied with the phone call and couldn't pay attention to what she said. Brigid then picked up a pen from her desk and decided to poke her between the ribs.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, giving her a jab.

Martina being extremely ticklish jumped in her chair and made an audible yelp into the phone.

"What the heck?!" she whispered to Brigid in an angrily annoyed tone.

Seeing her reaction put a huge smile on Brigid's face. She looked more interested in her ticklishness than anything else she had learned up to that point.

"Where is the bathroom?" She repeated, now smiling deviously.

"Just...last door on the right!" she said with frustration as Brigid left the office.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Perkins...yes I...no I didn't mean..." continued Martina.

Martina began to wonder if Brigid would be a good fit for Polk Capital.

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At around 12:00 pm, Martina had just about given up on Brigid. She was more interested in being lazy and distracted than learning Polk's processes. She had even taken to giving her ticklish jabs to the side and neck when she was trying to focus on her own work. Martina decided she needed to have a talk with her about respect and professionalism. That's when they heard a knock on Martina's office door.

"Hey guys" said Lilly standing half in the doorway. "Learn anything today, Brigid?"

Martina was about to explain to Lilly about Brigid’s total lack of motivation when she was interrupted.

"I'd say so. Martina is SUPER ticklish" said Brigid excitedly.

A sly grin crept across Lilly's face.

"Oh really? What's this now, Martina, about you being ticklish?" she asked crossing her arms.

"Yeah, I barely touched her and she like hit the ceiling."

"Well, well, well. I had no idea. Can't wait to see for myself." Said Lilly smiling directly at Martina.

Martina began to feel anxious.

"I'll leave you to it, but make sure you come to the breakroom at lunch. It's my birthday and I brought cake and ice cream. We're also going to try to get a new office photo too."

"Oh my gosh, I didn't realize it's your birthday. Happy Birthday!" chirped Brigid.

"Thanks Brigid, I like your attitude" replied Lilly as she left Martina's office.

Seeing the two ladies bond only made Martina even more apprehensive.

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Lilly's party was winding down. In the corner, the ice cream had begun to melt and the cake was over halfway eaten. On the floor was wrapping paper and the giant ribbon used to wrap her new exercise ball (an inside joke around the office.)

Brigid was already making waves at Lilly's party. All the ladies wanted to compliment her on her style and get to know her. Martina watched her bounce from group to group making introductions and laughing loudly with her new acquaintances. 'I hope they aren't too disappointed when she's fired' she thought.

"All right ladies, let's get one more goofy photo before we go!" shouted Vera from HR.

Everyone bunched up doing silly poses. Martina just tried her best to blend in. she had a lot of work to get done that day and wanted to leave.

"Come on, Martina. You're sticking out. You gotta do something silly." complained Vera.

"Oh, I've got it!" said Brigid with excitement. She turned to Martina, making deep eye contact. she could tell from her expression she was up to something.

"What if Martina is tied up with the ribbon?" she said enthusiastically. "Like SHE'S the gift."

After a second of silence the replies started.

"Haha, wow."

"Oh my gosh, good idea."

"That's so funny."

"Here, help me with the ribbon."

Before Martina had a chance to defend herself, the ladies of the office had already pulled up a chair and gathered the large thick ribbon from the floor.

Martina tried to explain that she had a lot of worked to do and would be uncomfortable being tied up, but stopped herself when she noticed Lilly in the corner carefully analyzing the situation. She was always on the lookout for people who weren't acting like team players and would readily make examples of them. Martina couldn't afford for that to happen being so close to the promotion. Martina reluctantly threw up her hands in defeat with a smile and sat down.

The women began to tie Martina to the chair. she felt her hands being pulled behind her back and the ribbon being wrapped around him, pinning her to the back of the chair. In no time her wrists were bound tightly together and to the back of the chair.

'Do they have to do it so tight?' she thought. 'It's just for a silly photo.'

The women then wrapped another piece around her head to make a comical bow. They had a fun chuckle at the sight of it.

"Oops, almost forgot her legs!" Brigid chimed. Martina glared at her silently having been glad that they forgot it.

Brigid pulled up a chair and placed her calves on the seat. She pulled up an extra-long piece of ribbon and began binding her legs to it tightly.

Occasionally she would look up and give Martina a cold stare as if to let her know she was in control. After about a minute she was finished.

"There we go." she said. Martina tried moving her legs and could barely budge.

"Oh, one last thing" said Molly getting into the fun. She had stayed quiet up to that point. She picked up a large piece of decorative tape

and spread it across her lips from behind. she couldn't see what was happening; she could only feel her lips being covered.

"Perfect" Brigid said.

"Wish I could do that to Joel" Vera joked.

All the ladies brought themselves in around Martina and made funny faces for the photo.

"Cheese!" they shouted collectively. Moments after the photo, Brigid addressed the room.

"Did Martina ever tell any of you that she was really ticklish?!"

The rabble began once more.

"For real?"

"No Way!"

"Let me see"

"Me first"

Martina began to panic. Surely her co-workers must have been joking, she thought. This kind of thing in the workplace is illegal. her train of thought was interrupted when she felt ten feminine fingers running up and down her **** ribs.

"It's true, check it out," said Brigid. She dug her nails all around Martina's sides. she began to flip out, trying to jump up and down in the chair, but unable to budge. There was no escaping the tickling. her attempts only caused her shirt to become untucked. Worse of all her nipples hardened.

"Haha, that's not how you do it." Joked Vera. "Watch this!"

Vera sent her delicate hand up Martina's open shirt and ran her nails over Martina's ticklish skin. The tickling sensations were exponentially more intense and Martina showed it. she tried her best to wriggle and bounce to escape the tickling, but she was stuck. Suddenly another hand snuck into the other side of her shirt. Within seconds the ladies began a full-on ticklish ****.

"MMMMMMMMHHHHmphmphmphmph," screamed a muffled Martina. she tried her best to beg for mercy, but to no avail. The women neither heard her, nor cared. Countless fingers danced around her neck, chest, armpits, ribs and stomach, darting under her shirt, at one point her top two buttons became un-done and the top of white bra become visible. The women took full advantage of this.

Brigid looked over the sight, proud of her handiwork. In the corner she saw Lilly observing with a smirk. Brigid new she had to get Lilly involved.

"She sure is ticklish huh?" Brigid asked.

"Haha yeah, for sure. I can see why she wanted it secret." replied Lilly

"Definitely. Lesbians are weird. I once dated a woman once who said I was forbidden from touching her feet she was so ticklish there." mused Lilly

"Wow, yeah. I know mine are the worst" laughed Lilly

"Mine too haha. Do you think Martina's are?"

Lilly responded to her question with a knowing grin. Brigid had to go for it.

Brigid approached the mob of tickling women and knelt next to Martina's shoes.

"MMMMMMMMMPH, MMMMMMMMMMMMPH" screamed Martina. The wicked fingers tracing her body consumed her attention, making her completely unaware of Brigid's new position.

Brigid began unlacing Martina's shoes. The majority of the women were engaged in tickling Martina's upper body, but a couple noticed Lilly's new position and were intrigued. Two women repositioned themselves at Martina's feet to help unfasten her black business shoes. Within seconds they had been removed and hands began to reach up into her pant legs.

Through a brief line of sight between women at her torso, Martina could see the ladies new plan of attack.

'God, not my feet!' thought Martina. 'I'll die.'

Martina was soon stripped of her thin black business socks. Brigid wore a satisfied smile looking over the situation. She glanced at her new boss.

"I think the birthday girl should do the honors," Brigid announced.

The women noticed Lilly making her way to Martina and paused briefly to see what her plan was. Lilly knelt down and examined Martina's bare feet. She reached out a hand.

"Let's see if she feels this." Lilly announced. She began using four of her fingers to scrape from the heel of her foot to the tips of her toes.

Martina went nuts. Any energy that was left from her previous ordeal was surely being used to deal with the maddening tickles on the soles of her feet.

Lilly thoughtlessly dragged her nails up and down the soles of Martina's feet. she tried to wriggle and spread her toes to provide some kind of relief from the ****, but it only exposed more ticklish flesh for Lilly to take advantage of. The ladies resumed their **** of Martina's upper body. Those sensations were unbearable, let alone the ones on her feet.

Martina was losing her mind.

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"Well, Martina is crazy ticklish. I think we know that now. Haha" said Vera as she picked up her bag to go back to her desk.

The ladies had tickle tortured Martina for at least 30 minutes straight.

"It was nice meeting you, Brigid!" proclaimed Vera. She then waved goodbye to Martina and gave her bare foot one more quick scrape.

"You too!" Brigid replied. She and Lilly were the only two people left in the break room.

"I've got to get back to work, but that was a blast" said Lilly. "Can you untie her when you leave?" she asked.

"Sure thing, Boss!" Brigid responded as Lilly left the break room.

Martina had become a gasping ticklish blob. The fight had been tickled out of her. she could only lie in defeat. She grasped her wrists, still firmly strapped to the arm rest, and leaned in close to look into her eyes.

"This is a pretty fun office. I think working here is going to be a real blast." She half-whispered. In Martina's weakened state she could only grimace at Brigid's statement.

Brigid wandered over to a white board in the corner and retrieved a marker. she could only imagine what she had in mind. She knelt in front of Martina's feet and uncapped the marker. She began to write "tickle, tickle" across the soles of her feet. Martina's body clenched up when she felt the cold tip of the marker being **** along her feet. her toes spread in reflex and her face went into ticklish contortion as Brigid finished writing.

Brigid stood up.

"See you later" said Brigid as she exited the break room.

She left the door wide open on her way out.

Martina's position was not enviable; tightly bound to multiple chairs in the break-room in bright gift wrap ribbon, her arms tied behind her back. She had been angled so that her bare feet faced the open break room doorway. This meant that anyone passing the break room would almost certainly see her predicament. To make the matter worse, the word "tickle" was even written on the soles of her feet. She felt queasy thinking about how **** She was.

Suddenly a figure crossed quickly in front of the doorway.

'Please don't stop and look in here, please don't stop and look in here' prayed Martina.

For a moment Martina thought She would be safe, but unfortunately the attractive woman had stopped and glanced in to investigate. Her puzzled expression quickly turned to amusement once she assessed Martina's situation.

"What the heck is going on in here?" asked the woman. "You lose a bet?"

Martina recognized her as Anna from legal. She wished that she would realize the implications of her situation and release her.

Anna walked into the break room, her eyes set on Martina's feet.

"Tickle, tickle...well that can't be much clearer. Ooh, hold on." Anna said walking directly passed Martina. She heard a drawer being opened and then rifling through the silver ware.

'Thank God," Martina thought. 'She's getting scissors or a knife from the drawer to cut these ribbons and let me out.'

However, She did not feel the bounds around her wrists being cut. Instead She saw Anna walk back towards her feet holding a metal fork.

"If you want feel something that REALLY tickles, then check this out." Anna sat in a chair directly across from her feet. She began to lightly drag the fork slowly from her heels to her toes.

Martina felt shocking impulses being sent directly through her feet. It was a level of tickling She couldn't bare. What little energy remained in her was used trying to pull her legs away to escape. But the bounds held tight, and Martina had **** but to be a prisoner to Anna's torments.

Anna laughed and laughed at Martina's reaction. There was little She could do but wiggle her toes madly and scream futilely into the gag.

Anna continued to gleefully tickle Martina's feet for what had to be 15 minutes. Martina's sides ached and She had been in tears for minutes.

That's when the unthinkable happened.

Martina's tear-filled eyes prevented her from seeing a second pair of ladies cross in front of the break room door, but She heard their voices.

"Oh wow," said one of the women.

"Having fun?" said the other.

Anna refrained from tickling for a brief moment to address the new ladies.

"Haha yeah. You want to help? I can't get to her other 'zones.'"

Martina's heart raced in terror, there was no way She could bear four more hands tickling her.

"Yeah, totally." said one of the women.

They entered the break-room and headed straight for her sides. The women lifted up her shirt on either side and began directly tickling her sides.

Anna smiled at her new partners and began running the metal fork along her soles once more.

Martina was in hell. There was no escaping the maddening tickles from every direction, and the women showed no intention of stopping.

"MMMMMMMMMMphfff, MMMMMMphf,phf,phf" was the only noise She could muster, which only seemed to encourage the ladies further

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It had been 5 hours since Martina had first been tied to the chair in the break room. Since then countless women around the office had come in to take advantage of Martina's ticklish situation. At that point, most of her co-workers had left for the day and Martina was enjoying some precious minutes of rest. Martina was still wishing someone would come untie her, but was grateful for SOME kind of respite.

By then her shirt had been completely unbuttoned and bra exposing her ticklish breasts and stomach. The words "Tickle, tickle" in ink on her feet had become unrecognizable due to near constant tickling.

Martina drifted in and out of awareness until suddenly She saw a face that filled her with white hot rage.

"Haha, I completely forgot to untie you. Ooops" laughed Brigid walking into the break room.

"Guess it's time to go, huh? This office is awesome, I learned so much today. I can't wait to come back tomorrow to see what else there is to know." said Brigid

Martina glared at her for the **** she had put her through. She knew the moment She could explain the situation to Lilly she'd be out for good. But her train of thought was interrupted when Brigid began gliding her manicured fingernails along the sole of her foot.

"Looks like you had an eventful day too. Haha"

Brigid relished the ability to make Martina squirm and struggle. her tortured expression gave her a deep sense of satisfaction.

Brigid continued tickling her for another 20 minutes before checking her phone for the time.

"Yikes, it's already 5:30. I've got to go" she said heading for the door. "Oh yeah, almost forgot again."

She walked behind Martina and tugged on one end of the knot, loosening it ever so slightly.

"See you tomorrow!" she said with a knowing smile as she walked out of the break room.

Martina began the long struggle of wiggling out of the bonds.

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Martina entered the office determined to get rid of Brigid. her ticklish ordeal the day before was humiliating and unacceptable. Brigid had to go.

She walked into her office to see Brigid was already there, sitting at her computer.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Lilly wanted me to help her with some things. She told me to tell you to see her in her office immediately. She didn't seem happy, haha"

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"The application was supposed to be filed yesterday at 3pm and it's NOWHERE to be found." said Lilly quite sternly.

"Well, I wanted to file it but after your birthday..."

"How does MY birthday party have anything to do with YOUR job?" she said with a disappointed scowl.

"No, not your birthday party. I mean, Brigid..."

"Brigid was training with Molly at 3pm yesterday, how could she possibly have anything to do with it?" said Lilly, her patience wearing thin.

"No...she didn't, I couldn't..." Martina's stumbling over her words only made Lilly more frustrated.

"That was a 3 million dollar project we almost lost!" said Brigid.

"I know, but, I NEED to talk to you about Brigid"

"What you NEED to do is sift through all the paper files until you find the original request for proposal. Brigid is helping me with something else and is none of your concern."

Martina wanted so desperately to explain what happened, but Lilly was not interested in much of anything She had to say. Also, She needed all the time She could get if She was going to have to search through the archives for the original request. She decided to keep her mouth shut.

"Find the file and come to the conference room at 11:30 for a staff meeting. We have a LOT to talk about."

Humiliated once more, Martina made her way to the file archive floor.

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It took all of four of the hours She had, but Martina found the file. She could have probably even found it quicker if Megan, the file admin, hadn't kept sneaking up and poking her in the ribs trying to get a reaction.

By 11 am She had found it. The account had been saved and Lilly would hopefully be happy. Martina didn't feel her chances at the promotion were that far off.

"No other candidate has done as much as I have in their time here," Martina thought, confidently.

She arrived at the conference room to see most of the ladies were already there. Martina saw Brigid across the room snickering with Molly. She tried her best to not pay attention to them. Once everyone was accounted for Lilly began.

"I don't normally like to say this, but I'm disappointed. We may be growing, but our numbers are falling short of our projections for this quarter.

I think the BIGGEST problem is certain team members thinking that they don't NEED to pull their weight. That other team members will just pull up their slack. Frankly, I wouldn't want that person on my team."

The situation was more dire than She had imagined.

"We're taking a lot of liberties and are too relaxed. I remember when I first started as an account manager. It was fiercely competitive. We would even have competitions to see who could secure the most proposals before the end of the day..."

"That's a good idea" Brigid interrupted loudly.

"...What?" Lilly asked.

"A competition between account managers, why don't we have one now?" Brigid said with a smile.

Martina felt uneasy again. Brigid seemed up to something.

"Yes, suppose we could have one. If Martina wins then we do whatever She wants I suppose. If Molly wins..." Lilly said.

"She has to kiss her feet!" interjected Brigid.

The suggestion was met with a mix of giggles and disgust from the room. Martina furrowed her brow at the thought. She was about to object when Lilly's eyes met his.

"What do you say, Martina? Are you a team player?"

Martina looked around the room. She couldn't afford to appear combative being as close as She thought She was to the promotion. She shrugged and nodded.

"Then it's decided. 4pm we meet back here. Whomever has collected the most proposals is the winner." Lilly announced.

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'Piece of cake.' Martina thought 'I've got at least 30 potential requests on my computer already. I'll just need to find a couple more and I'll have this thing in the bag.'

She was feeling confident on her walk back to her office. However, her demeanor changed once She looked at her computer.

In the center of the screen was a large yellow triangle icon with the word Songzy under it and a progress bar. It read 12%

Martina tried moving the mouse but it would barely go across the screen. Whatever it was, it was using up all her memory. She saw Brigid walk past her doorway and called to her.

"Brigid!" She shouted.

She looked up from her phone.

"What?"

"What is Songzy? What happened to my computer?" She asked.

"Oh, it's a music sharing app. I just downloaded it to your computer to listen to some songs. You're welcome..." she said with a subtle smirk, returning to her phone and walking away.

Martina was getting worried. She returned to her computer to see the that the progress bar hadn't moved any. She tried to click around the icon, but the slow mouse and large icon made it impossible.

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It was 3:40 and Martina was freaking out. her struggle with her computer had allowed her to only retrieve 5 proposals. She tried rebooting, but Songzy would just load automatically and resume it's install attempt. If She could just get to her current project folder She would win the contest for sure.

As the time passed She became exponentially more stressed. She really didn't want to kiss anyone's feet. Let alone Molly, who already thought She was weird.

When the time reached 3:50 She knew She was doomed. She gathered the 5 proposals She had and made her way to the conference room hoping She could explain the situation.

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"And the final count is Molly with 26 proposals, and Martina with...5? Really? It looks Molly is the winner!" announced Lilly. She was both excited by Molly's progress and disappointed in Martina's.

"You know what that means!" Brigid said enthusiastically.

The group of ladies cheered as Molly was sat in a reclining conference chair. She put her feet up on the edge of the table. Brigid reached down and helped unbuckle Molly's black heels.

Martina became flush with embarrassment seeing her punishment come to fruition. Molly wore a nervous smile as if to say 'I can't believe I'm doing this!'

Brigid removed Molly's right and left shoe, leaving her pale bare feet resting on the table.

Martina looked over Molly's feet. Her toes had dark purple polish on and wiggled reflexively now exposed to the air.

Martina just wanted to get it over with. She bent down closer to her feet and tried to psych herself into it. 'It's just a foot' She thought. 'She probably showered.' Martina bit the bullet and gave her right foot a peck on the top.

The women cheered as She wiped her lips off with her hand. Molly removed her feet from the table awkwardly laughing to herself. Martina was feeling glad it was over. That was until She heard Brigid's voice.

"I'm next," she said.

Martina turned to see Brigid. She had already removed her flats and had her bare feet on the resting on the table, the bent her toes back and forward as if to wave hi.

"What? No, the deal was I had to kiss Molly's feet," She said defensively.

"Oh no no no. You should have listened closer. The deal was you had to kiss OUR feet. All of us." said Brigid crossing her arms.

Her proclamation elicited excited chatter from the group.

Martina could feel her face flush with embarrassment once more. She looked to Lilly for some kind of help, but she had already sat down to unbuckle her boots.

"Come on now. You have a lot of feet to go through. Don't waste time." said Brigid. On that cue, even more of the ladies sat down and began removing their footwear.

Martina glared at Brigid once more for orchestrating the humiliating situation as She leaned closer to her feet. Brigid's feet were slightly bigger and had a slight must indicating that Brigid rarely wore socks with her flats. Her toes were painted light pink and had begun to chip. She leaned further to kiss the top of her foot and be done with it.

"No, no. What are you doing? You have to kiss the bottoms." she said before She could reach her foot.

The crowd again began to react with a mix of giggles and "ewww." More women began to rest their bare feet on the table in front of them.

Martina, now stripped of her dignity re-positioned herself. She placed a kiss on the sole of the 19 year-old intern's left foot.

"The right one too." She interjected.

He placed another kiss on Brigid's right foot.

"Come on now!" she shouted. "Like you MEAN it."

The crowd giggled once more.

Martina swallowed her pride and did her best to give Brigid's sole a deep, passionate kiss. She could see her younger co-workers had begun to film the ordeal.

"I call next" Lilly said from behind him. Martina turned around to see her boss sitting with her legs crossed her bare feet sticking out of her thin black pants. She waved her foot in a circular motion in the air.

Martina walked over to Lilly. She pointed to the ground. She realized that she was instructing her to get on all fours. Martina submitted and dropped to her knees. She flexed her foot up for her to kiss the sole of her foot. Martina leaned in, her foot had the faint odor of lavender body spray.

After the first, kiss she lifted her other foot so they were next to each other. Martina proceeded to kiss the second sole and stand up.

"I never said to stop" Lilly interrupted.

The crowd interjected.

"Uh oh!"

"Someone is in trouble"

Martina began alternating kisses on Lilly's soles. She wasn't sure how much more humiliation She could endure.

Lilly stood up and collected her boots and socks.

"Haha. That was nice, but I've got some work to do. And it looks like you do to, Martina" Lilly said pointing behind Martina before leaving in bare feet.

Martina turned to see the rest of the ladies sitting before the conference table, their bare feet propped up in a row. There must have been 15 pairs of feet of all sizes wiggling expectantly. All the women wore excited grins except for one.

Brigid stared stonefaced at Martina.

"Come on Martina," she said. "These piggies are going to kiss themselves."