Tickle Test

Sasha has come in early to the office, eager for the assignment which she needs to pay her debts. Tickling another scantily-clad woman or being tickled topless, she didn't care. She stared into the computer monitor in front of her and adjusted her long blonde hair-all she'd have to do was to plop herself in front of the producer, smile, cross her legs, and the job would be hers! And it wouldn't hurt if she undid a button or two to let him see the top of his favorite yellow bikini.
But a newcomer beat Sasha into the producer's office. Valora sat down across from him, her purple hair bouncing atop her head. She was slightly shorter than Sasha and had wider hips. But her breasts were noticeably smaller. When the newcomer smiled at the producer, Sasha's heart sank; the purple-haired demon was naturally beautiful. The camera would love her.Sasha stood behind the newcomer whose blue bikini made her look even more fantastic.
Sasha resolved that this would be her competitor's first and last tickling in front of the camera. She flexed her fingers, preparing to attack her victim's armpits. Sasha smiled when the newcomer shrieked at her first touch. Her smile widened as the purple demon's screams confirmed that Sasha's fingers were pushing her into the confused inter-zone between the painful and the erogenous.Buy this story and find out who comes out on top after the tickle test!