tickling birds

the product test.

After the incident at the library, Amy was in serious trouble. Too many people knew her secret, too many were looking to exploit it. And when she overheard the maintenance crew outside her apartment talk of bringing the tools with extra soft quills, she decided it was time to get away for a while. The temporary job she accepted was a cinch – product testing for a cosmetics lab far outside of town.

Following the brief pleasantries, Amy’s mind was at ease. The company specialized in lipsticks and lip glosses. Except she wouldn’t be trying them on, other testers would be trying them and she would receive a kiss so that the reaction in her body could be measured. Unusual, but an afternoon of kissing seemed easy and non-tickly enough. Whisked into a pristine testing room, Amy was sat in a chair and waited for the rest of the group to arrive.

The footfalls of countless heels filled the hallway. Amy broke into a slightly uncomfortable smile. She didn’t expect a whole parade of ladies. One by one they filed in, all looking especially corporate save for three lab techs dressed in white coats. Amy sheepishly fingered her casual short-sleeved black cardigan, which sat atop a blank tank top with crimson flower patterns. She looked at skirts and business pants, then glanced at her girly jean shorts, topped with a thick black belt and a big silver flower buckle.

“Sorry I’m underdressed” She mumbled and blushed.

The ladies exchanged glances, suppressing grins. “Don’t worry yourself dear, it’s not as though we gave you a dress code. And…that outfit is actually perfect.” A woman in a bright pink blazer said, assessing Amy with a piercing gaze. Clearly the leader of the test, she began motioning to the techs and directed a perky blonde lady over to Amy.

“We’ll start with pink rose. Please relax and give us your honest reactions.”

“Wait, wh-mppph” Amy’s question was cut off suddenly by the woman placing a hand on her cheek and pulling Amy in for a deep kiss. Soft lips pressed to Amy’s, applying gentle pressure. Stunned, Amy took her kiss and raised her arms, then lowered them, shrugging her shoulders as the woman pulled back. Amy’s lips tingled slightly.

“Very good. Next is purple passion.”

“But I didn’t even tell yo-mmm“ Again, Amy couldn’t get a word in as the next tester came in from the other side, passionately kissing Amy. This woman was more assertive, sliding her tongue along Amy’s lips. Amy fought back her instincts, but her body couldn’t resist these affections. A long thumbnail grazed Amy’s cheek up and down lovingly as plump colored lips pressed over and over to hers.

Gasping, Amy trembled with forced pleasure as the woman reluctantly broke her kiss. A woman with deep red lips was instantly there, smiling and wasting no time to move in and catch Amy’s mouth. “Wait, hold on Iummmphhhh!” This lady kissed so affectionally, her lips rubbing and hugging, that Amy was pressed back nearly falling off her chair. A wandering hand casually stroked up and down her side, tracing the curvature of her body. Amy giggled through the kiss, blushing madly.

One after another, the ladies tested their colored lips on Amy. Kiss after kiss was administered, and Amy couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

Finally, with an especially buxom older lady Frenching Amy relentlessly, her long nails holding Amy’s cheeks firmly so she couldn’t turn or budge, it seemed the final kisser was done. A lab tech offered to clean the smears from Amy’s cheeks and lips, swabbing around gently. “That was perfect Amy. You are exactly the test subject we’ve been looking for. Now we can get started.”

Amy’s eyes widened. “Wh-what? You just like gang made out with me! What else is there to do?”

“Amy…did you read the contract?”