Your Ticklish Babysitting Story (And Other POV Tickle Stories)

Your Ticklish Modeling Job

Your heart pounds in your chest.

You feel the trepidation leave your throat dry.

You swallow to clear it.

You swallow again to calm the nerves.

You take a steady breath.

It's the big day, the day of your first modeling job.

You never imagined this is where you would end up.

Not once did it cross your mind that you would take a job as a model.

Maybe you never suspected you had the look for it.

Or maybe you had not considered you could do such a job.

But you were approached.

A man at school had given you his card, suggesting that you had the perfect look for what they were needing.

You thought it could be a joke.

You thought that maybe it was a scam.

Even at the door to the building he told you to go to, on this day and at this time, you consider it to still be too good to be true.

But you were there.

Dressed professionally.

Standing outside a building with a legitimate-looking 'Royal Night Modeling' sign.

You started to think that perhaps the gesture wasn't a scam.

But this makes you all the more nervous as you ponder whether you actually have what it takes.

Before you can knock, the door opens.

A man stands before you, tall and handsome.

He smiles wide.

"Hey, you made it!" the man says.

It was the scout from school, you remember his face.

"Hey, yeah I'm here," you say. "Dave, right?"

"Yeah, we're all very excited that you could come out at such a last minute call," Dave says.

He steps aside to let you in.

"Of course," you say passively.

You step inside.

The first room seems to be a lobby of sorts.

Chairs line one wall next to a water cooler.

A vending machine glows a bright white light on the other side of the room.

Pictures of beautiful people hang all around.

The only other person there is a receptionist.

She is young and pretty, long black hair pouring down her neck and shoulders.

You smile at her.

She smiles back.

"Welcome," she says. "We're so glad you could make it."

"Thanks," you say. "To be honest, I've never done anything like this before."

Dave puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry about it," he says with a chuckle. "I'm just glad you could make it. You definitely had the look we needed and the model we originally hired dropped out at the last minute."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you say. "Is everything okay?"

Dave waves you off.

"Eh, it's fine," he says. "Or at least it is now. We'll pay you what we were going to pay them, don't you worry."