The stolen lottery ticket ( FOOT FETISH ) (WMV - MOBILE VERSION)
In the quiet of the night, Pamela returns home from work, exhausted. She slips out of her work clothes, ready to hit the sack. Unbeknownst to her, her neighbor Valerie has other plans. Valerie harbors a deep resentment towards her kind-hearted neighbor because she won the lottery with a ticket that belonged to her. She's determined to get revenge, even if it means infringing upon Pamela's peaceful slumber.
As Pamela dozes off, Valerie sneaks into her bedroom. The sound of Pamela's soft snores fills the air as Valerie carefully climbs into bed beside her. She watches as Pamela's socked feet twitch beneath the covers, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Valerie gently lifts up one of Pamela's socks and begins to tickle her bare foot. Pamela giggles softly, not yet aware of the intrusion. But as Valerie's tickling escalates, Pamela's laughter grows louder. Soon, she's hysterical with laughter, barely able to catch her breath.
Without warning, Valerie removes the other sock, exposing Pamela's ticklish soles to the cool air. She tickles every inch of Pamela's feet, using her fingers, a feather, and anything else she can find. Pamela squirms and writhes in her sleep, her body jerking from the onslaught of tickles.
Finally, Pamela wakes up, confused and disoriented. Valerie, still hidden beneath the covers, continues her relentless tickling. "What's going on?" Pamela gasps, trying to make sense of the sensation assaulting her.
"I want my money back," Valerie hisses, her voice muffled by the fabric of the bed.
"What money?" Pamela asks, genuinely confused.
"The lottery ticket! It was supposed to be mine!" Valerie's anger boils over, fueling her determination to get what she feels is rightfully hers.
Pamela, still dazed from the tickling, doesn't understand what's happening. "But that was just a joke," she stammers, trying to make sense of Valerie's fury.
"A joke?!" Valerie roars, pushing Pamela's boundries to the limit. "This is no joke! I want my money back!"
As the tickling intensifies, Pamela finally realizes that her neighbor is responsible for this nightmare. She pleads with Valerie, promising to return the money as soon as she has it. But Valerie is beyond reason now, driven by a primal need for revenge and retribution.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Valerie relents. She emerges from beneath the covers, her face flushed with excitement and victory. She leaves the room, satisfied that she's gotten her comeuppance.
Pamela collapses onto her back, panting heavily. Her feet are still twitching from the onslaught of tickles, but the worst is over. As she drifts back into sleep, she has no idea that her nightmare is far from over.
Later that night, Gisy, Pamela's roommate and best friend, returns home. She's in high spirits, excited to share the news of Pamela's lottery win. As she climbs into bed, her bare feet sticking out from under the covers, she can't resist giving Pamela's feet a few gentle tickles.
Pamela giggles sleepily, but her feet twitch in anticipation of more. Gisy, always game for a little fun, obliges, tickling Pamela's soles and toes until they both erupt into fits of giggles.
But as Gisy begins to snore softly, Valerie sneaks back into the room. This time, she's armed with a feather. She uses it to tickle the soles of Gisy's feet, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Gisy wakes up with a start, her eyes wide in surprise.
"What's going on?" she asks, trying to make sense of the sensation tickling her feet.
"Don't worry about it," Valerie whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just enjoy the tickles."
And so, Gisy does. She closes her eyes and lets herself be swept away by the sensation, her toes curling involuntarily with each tickle. Valerie continues for what feels like hours, using her fingers, the feather, and anything else she can find to tickle Gisy's sensitive spots.
Finally, Gisy can't take it anymore. She begs Valerie to stop, but the tickling only intensifies. It's only when Valerie starts tickling her toes, even between them, that Gisy finally breaks down.
"Please stop!" she cries, her voice cracking with emotion. "I can't take it anymore!"
Valerie, finally satisfied that she's gotten her revenge, stops. She leaves the room, a satisfied smile on her face, unaware of the puddle of sweat that's formed on the floor beneath Gisy's feet.
As the two best friends drift back into sleep, their feet continue to twitch and wiggle in the darkness. Little do they know that their nightmares are far from over.
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