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Three years ago....

A man/boy/young man looking thing drank a cold coffee as he sat on his comfy office chair, he laid back as he tried to make sense of the inventory's number. It seemed the business was blooming and he was happy for that, however he wondered how much was because of the quality of the food and the staff and how much was influence of... "Her". Having "her" help always bugged him... It made things too easy and weird. But either way.... Good number were good numbers.

The comfy brown interiors of the office shined brightly as the Manager wrote checked the numbers and made calculations. Running a business was quite the hard task and he was happy to do it in the ample space of his desk, which was also brown. The calm and soft chatter coming from the outside of his office helped in building the atmosphere which was super comfy and ideal to work on. Nothing like working on a nice illuminated desk while you sip some coffee.
This peace would not last long, however.... Three strong knocks were heard, they came from the outside of his office. The Manager barely had the time to look up from his paper sheets as three other knocks were heard, they were stronger this time and sounded rather desperate.

"Oh no..." The Manager said under his breath, already figuring out in his head who was behind that door, and as he walked to open it three more knocks were heard.

The man cleared his throat and took a quick breath before opening the door,hoping that nothing bad was opening behind it

"What is it, Jessi-"
"B-BOSS!" Before he could complete a sentence, Jessica loudly called to him, she stood right outside his office, the infamous waitress of the Snack Bar Cafe stood looking as nervous and stressed as always, in her hands she was carrying several empty dishes, she was obviously struggling to carry them.
"W-We need your help, things are getting crazy out here! I hope you aren't too busy..."

"First of all, give me those..." The Manager exclaimed before taking the dishes off her hands, despite his physic he was quite stronger than the redheaded girl, that bunch of dishes were no issue for him. "What's wrong, Jess?" Asking this sort of things to her would usually be a death sentence, Jessica tended to go into deep rants about all sorts of her emotional issues and maybe throw in a conspiracy theory and political rant every once in a while, but she was visibly distressed she usually went straight to the point

Jessica's entire body trembled and shook as she spoke, she was obviously more stressed than usual which in any normal person would have caused a stroke and a heart attack at the same time but Jess' body had already gotten uses to that treatment.

"T-The place is fucking full! I can't keep up with it, it's a mess!" Jess began to walk towards the tables and the Manager followed suit. The Manager watched first hand as they exited the dark corridor leading to his office and entering the main area of the cafe, Jess wasn't lying, the place was packed. Everywhere you looked there were people sitting, eating and chatting happily on the tables . The Manager immediately recognized the figures of Neena, who was helping out with the food and giving it to the customers and that random stoner girl who helped out in the kitchen every once in a while. Alex usually called he and Jess couldn't keep up with the dishes and that's when the Manager knew the source of Jess' distress. The girl seemed to be carrying several vegetables and other ingredients for meals to the kitchen

"We already called the girl, Neena's helping out and even then, the place is a mess! Jess exclaimed as she pushes a food cart back to the small kitchen, the manager followed suit. None of the clients gave them any attention, they seemed too distracted by Neena's towering body.

"There was a festival or some crap nearby and people won't stop pouring in and... Ohhhh...." It was hard for Jess to complete sentences when under extreme stress.

"Take a breather, Jess. You all got this, I believe in you" The Manager replied as he left the plates on the dish washer "Just tell me what to do and and I'll help out"

Jess quickly walked away from her boss and made a signal to someone nearby, telling them to come closer, The manager then saw Alex who took his attention away from his dishes to look at him

"Hi boss! Sorry if we are interrupting you, but we could really use a hand over here" The boy happily greeted the man. The contrast in Alex and Jess' reactions was quite big. Alex looked relaxed and happy, almost as he was having fun and Jessica looked like she was going to explode at any moment.

The Manager couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm of the young man "Of course, just tell me what to do!" He walked towards the counters, picking up a knife "Maybe I could cook up for a while, or maybe you need another waiter.

"Actually..." The feminine boy interrupted his boss "We need you to deliver something"

"Deliver...?" The boss repeated as he carefully placed the knife down

"Yes, delivery!" Jess came into the scene again, pushing a big food cart towards her boss, stopping just a few feet away from him. "Those jerks over at the office in the front ordered some stuff but we haven't been able to go there, we are too busy here and besides... Those stupid yuppies always take their time responding to their names and make everything slow!" Jessica pointed at the name written on the Styrofoam containers which the boss assumed contained freshly made food.

"Jess, please don't call the customers that, you are being too rude" Alex called out her co-worker, who simply grunted and walked away to the back of the kitchen as Alex simply sighed

"Can you help us out with that, boss?" Alex asked as he put on his best puppy eyes.

The manager was in quite the pickle. He never liked being a delivery boy, back when he worked doing deliveries it always ended up in bad experiences, like getting his face stomped or something ridiculous like that.
When it came to deliveries he felt he was jinxed.
With a gulp, weird memories on his mind and clearing his dry throat, the manager spoke once again.
"C-Can't Neena d-"
"Hellooo~"
Out of the blue, the tall woman in green appeared, interrupting the Manager and causing him to jump in fright
"Did somebody said "Neena"~? "

Then, before the manager could say anything, the familiar redhead entered the kitchen, carrying plates and glasses." Neena, come on! The clients are waiting"

" I can't go~. I'm entertaining the customers and keeping them away from Jess!" Neena somehow knew what the manager and Alex were talking about. The mysterious tall woman stood there smiling as she spoke.

It was easy to see how Neena was entertaining the clients, with an appearance like that how could you not drop what you are doing and stare at her? She also had quite the strength so dishes were no problem. Now that the manager thought about it... Neena could easily make things easier for everyone with her abilities but she was type of "person" that liked to make things difficult to keep them interesting and "observe the results". The Manager stared at Neena, who smiled smugly as if she were reading his thoughts, she knew exactly what he was thinking and both of them knew it.

Neena produced an audible "Oh" as Jess began to push her away from the kitchen with more food in hand
"Come on, Neena! The customers are getting inpatient and I don't want to talk to them!" Jess spoke as she dragged the tall woman away. "Thank for helping out here, boss. We'll see you later!

" Byeeeee~" The tall woman exclaimed as she was take by force towards the hungry people, waiting for their meals and to be distracted by the personality of the eccentric gal.

The boss looked again at his feminine employee, who stared there, smiling expectantly, the puppy eyes still remained on his face.
The man sighed, it seemed he was cornered... A small part of him just wanted to close himself in his office, too fearful of the supposed jinx he had with delivering jobs. But... The rest of him saw that his employees needed him, they were doing their darn hardest and they were in desperate need of his assistance. He couldn't let them down. He had to help.

The Manager stared at Alexis with a new resolve in his eyes, determined to ease the needs of his employees.
"Alright." He said "Tell me what I have to deliver"
The feminine boy smiled widely, he knew he could trust his boss. Quickly, he directed him to the food cart, all packed up with Styrofoam containers which all had tasty meals and drinks inside them, they were all set and ready to go.

"Thank you for lending us a hand, you are the best!" Alex exclaimed as he hugged his boss. "Good luck out there!" The young man knew a little bit about his boss' misadventures and that's why he really appreciated the help coming from the man who was currently returning his hug.

The Manager simply smiled back as Alex let go of the hug. He borrowed one of the establishment caps from the reglamentary uniforms of the Cafe which none of the employees wore unless there was an inspection. He said goodbye to Alex as he pushed the cart, the young man immediately returned to cooking. He decided not to distract Jess or Neena as he just walked out of the place and towards the building that Alex had told him was the one with the people that demanded their food be taken to them...

"TimCo. Gadgets and more"

That's what the giant sign outside of the soaring building said. It was quite the giant skyscraper. All for a "gadget" company...
There were other gray skyscrapers around that looked almost as exactly as the one TimCo used for its headquarters but... This one was the greyest.
The Manager adjusted his cap before stepping in the building with the cart, avoiding as many suit wearing people as he could as to not bump them with the cart. Soon enough he was on the elevator and in plant 13
After exiting the elevator, what The Manager saw impressed him. People in suits running from one point to another at a frantic rhythm, some were holding papers, others were holing paper holder or folders containing papers as they frantically left them in each other’s desks, some people were typing in their computers a neck-breaking speed and other were writing down numbers and words in frantic speed.
It was quite the spectacle to see all those people running from one place to another in that wide, white space filled with thing gray walls that mostly served to separate one desk from another. The Yuppie lifestyle was indeed something else.

The Manager cleared his throat before announcing his arrival, hoping that the employers of TimCo would hear him among their frantic and hurried activities. “Who here ordered from the Snack Bar Cafe? I’ve got your orders here!”

“Oh!” The manager heard someone exclaim from somewhere close, he looked at his side and saw an average man with a nice muscular build and typical haircut, one of the more noticeable of his aspects was his stature, he seemed to be 1.80 in height, his face and hair were as trimmed as they could be, he quickly walked away from the receptionist desk and close to The Manager stating his business.

“I’m Jack Smith, I order a coffee and a special salad”

With that, the manager looked around the cart, looking for the container with the man’s name in it. Soon enough he found it, attached to it was a nice serving of hot coffee, tightly secured In a Styrofoam container. The took a hold of the items and presented them to the man quickly, since the cup was still hot.

“’’Ere you go!”

“Thank you so much, I was starving!” Without another word, Jack opened the container and chewed down the salad, producing some satisfied moans as he ate. The food had hit the right spot and that made the Manager quite happy.

“Hey guys!” Jack spoke with a mouth full of lettuce “Food’s here! Get it while it’s hot” He announced to the entirety of his office, which quickly dropped everything they were doing and walked towards the food cart, startling the Manager a little
“Wow, jeez! O-One at a time please!”

The employees were hungry but they were civilized human beings so they got in a line. One by one, they all got their lunches. Soon enough, the office was filled with people calmly eating, chatting away and making sure that food wouldn’t spill over their hard work. Some people weren’t eating, those were the ones that hadn’t ordered anything, but they were regretting that fact, asking their coworkers for a bite of their food.

The delivery “boy” watched happily as the office workers were in grub time, it always made him happy to see people enjoy the food from his establishment. He let out a happy sigh as he prepared the food cart to leave before he was interrupted by Jack, who was taking small sips from his cup of joe.

“Hey, uh… Sorry for the mess. We are in crunch time and everyone is in a hurry. Thanks for bringing us the food… Uhm… Here” Jack handed a five dollar bill to the Manager. “Here’s something for the trouble and please tell Alex that the coffee is excellent as always, I’ve heard he’s worried about the coffee “losing its quality” or something like that

“Uh. Thank you, will do” The manager replied with a small grin. Alex was going to be happy to hear that.

Before taking off, the Manager noticed another Styrofoam container, this one was quite big, it seemed like it was a full breakfast course. The name on the container read “Karoline” but he recalled no one with that name. Maybe it was placed in the cart by mistake? The Manager recalled one occasion when Alex misplaced the orders and Jess ended up delivering the wrong food to a certain group of vegans, they got quite mad and almost lynched Jess but in the end the redhead suing the vegans and they settled out of court with Jess winning a nice sum of cash and an apology. Jessica had quite a blast with the money but he gets angry if someone reminds her of that series of events. Maybe it was a similar situation.

But, taking advantage of the fact that Jack was right next to him, The Manager decided to ask him about it. The Manager turned towards him, looking up at his face as he asked

“Excuse me…. There anybody here named “Karoline”?”

Jack looked quite surprised before replying “Yeeeeaah…. She is in that brown door at the very end of the office, she has her own private cubicle. Hey, before you go…” The office man stared deeply into the Manager. “Keep in mind that Karol is a bit…. Special. She pretty much has no patience so… Don’t take it to heart if she’s mean to you, especially around these times. Also, don't touch her. She's very... Sentsitive when it comes to touches” It seemed the office worker was trying to hold back with that warning, as if he had a lot of things to say about Karol but he held back out of courtesy, this freaked out the Manager a little but at the same time… .It could just be normal office drama.

“I…. A-Alright, I’ll take care”

Jack gave the Manager a few pats on his back before going back to his desk “Good luck” He said.

…

Karol’s cubicle was rather far away from the rest of the other ones… In fact, it didn’t even look like a cubicle at all, it looked more like a private office of her own. In the door there was a plaque, it read…

“Karoline Watson.

Accountant”

The Manager was sure he saw people doing accounting work on the desks outside. What made this woman so special? Welp, it seemed he was about to find out.

A strange shiver ran through The Manager’s back as he knocked on the door, it was as if the entire temperature of the office had dropped down a couple of degrees. That cold felt rather unnatural and dreadful, a cold that went right through the manager’s clothing and made the brown hair on his head stand up. The delivery man waited there for a while, not taking his eyes from the door as the frantic pace of the office slowly recovered.

After what seemed like ages… The Manager knocked once more. His hopes wrapped around the idea that the lady simply was not there, maybe he could leave her meal with somebody and she could pick it up once she arrived. A wave of short lived relief washed over the poor fool before the door finally opened, there the accountant appeared in all her glory, her ahoge shining brightly thanks to the lighting of the office.

The woman stood there, looking menacing and glaring at the Manager before speaking in one of the harshest tones the manager had heard up to that point in his life.

“What do want?” The poison that Karoline threw with that phrase was almost visible, it was so strong that the Manager’s pale skin could feel burns.

“Uh… Here’s your lunch, mam” With steady but still sweaty hands, the Manager lifted Karol’s lunch, showing it to her. After staring at the lunch for a bit, Karol looked up with that awful glare still engraved on her face.

“Put it on my desk” She said, spewing the same amount of venom with her voice. Then, Karol walked towards her desk, typing things into her phone as The Manage stepped in, holding the lunch with both hands. He walked past her and placing the meal down at almost the edge of the desk. The Manager had a chance to look around and see what was in that “cubicle” First of all it was definitely an office. Second of all holy crap was it dazzling. It had several windows with a nice view of the city, a fancy file cabinet that looked more like furniture than a cabinet and a giant trophy shelf, with all sort of memorabilia, there were trophies, important papers and... A lot of Italian flags. All sorts of figurines were lined up, the most of them representing people like children playing or soldier marching. They were all neatly lined up and shone brightly as if they were just recently cleaned up.

"Are you done lollygagging?" The cold voice of the accountant made the Manager jump, she was behind him, arms crosse and glare still in place.

"Yeesh... You people are the worst, I have no idea why I keep ordering from that stupid Cafe.... There's a lot of nicer restaurants I could order from" The businesswoman went past the Manager, almost bumping him. It took a little bit of time for the manager to process what was just uttered but... Once he did he protested immediately.

"Wha... Excuse me?" It was all he could mutter, he was a little bit in shock from everything that had just happened, from the dramatic entrance to this.

"I mean... Good lord, look at you. A stupid delivery boy that can't even speak properly and that arrives" Karol checked her watch "Fifteen minutes late with the food, it's probably already cold!" Karol chuckled under her breath. "The people working at that Cafe are a mess, you got a stupid bitch of a waitress, a creepy woman in a dress and a manager that's never around! I've been wanting to talk with him forever about that redheaded bitch. "Karol looked at the sides, playing with a pen in her hands.
"There's only a single employee working in that place, making all the food and he probably doesn't even get payed minimal wage. I feel for that guy.... girl... thing." She sighed "Stupid political correctness now you can't even know what to refer to people as...." Karol sat in the chair besides her desk.

The Manager couldn't help but to feel offended upon hearing such words.... He knew there were faults with his cafe but... Man, was this woman being a cunt.
"It's a shame such good coffee is wasted in such an abominable establishment...." Karol took a sip of said coffee

This woman's attitude was just stunning, The Manager had no words for it. But he still tried to make up a sentence to reply. "W-Why... Why are you saying such things in this manner?"

Karol shrugged. "It's just what I think, just an awful place that's willing to hire ugly, little delivery boys that arrive fifteen minutes left" Her gaze went from glare to annoying smug. "Now, you've infested my air with enough bacteria, leave now or I'll call security. I'm expecting a very important call and I won't let pansies ruin my mood"

That was it, that was the straw that broke all of the camel's bones and then pissed on them. This cunt needed to pay. The Manager adjusted his cap as he turned his back on the awful woman, thinking about a decent punishment, something to humiliate her... Maybe Jack would be willing to help. But before the manager could form a cohisive plan in his head... A phone rang, the familiar noise of vibration along with Dean Martin's "Volare" sounded in unison. Karol then spoke up

"There it is! Hurry and leave already, you greasy slug! My finger's hovering above the emergency button!" Watson exclaimed in a harsh tone, hoping to get the Delivery man out of there the easy way.

This dumb cunt... She just made a fatal mistake. The Manager held in his laughter as he hurried along to the exit, he closed the door behind him gently as he stepped away rapidly.

Karol watched from the windows of her office as The Manager left, until he was out of her sight thanks to a wall that covered the view of the rest of the outside office. She sighed and shook her head. In her eyes she saw no more than a good for nothing plevian with no aspirations. How dare he arrive late? But she should have expected it, he came from THAT cafe after all... Truly shameful.

With a press of a button on her phone she was now talking to the CFO of the company. It was a position that roughly in two years would be hers. If all her calculations and plans were on point

"Hello. Good morning Chief. It's nice to hear from you, sir. Now, about the numbers. Without moving from the desk, she got some papers out which had important notes about the company's finance.

"Inversions have been escalating and we've been up 18% in sales these past weeks. We probably won't need any lay offs for a good while.... Hmhm.... Yes, of course.... It really depends how one looks at it. I personally see it as a chance to spend some more, maybe take more risks when it comes to materials. This situation seems like a low risk, big reward scenario." Karol crossed her leg as she spoke, turning towards the windows with the great view. That view always made her calm and right now she needed as much calm as she could muster. It was such a shame she was so busy with the call that she didn't notice when her door was opened once again or when a certain person sneaked right into her office with the rigor of a ninja.

The Manager had never really left, he just waited for the perfect moment to strike and this was it. He couldn't turn back now. Slowly but surely he got close to the businesswoman, she was so distracted by the view of the windows and the call that she didn't notice the "slug" sneaking right towards her. After looking for a good angle to attack from, the Manager found it... Remembering what Jack had said about Karol being sensitive to touching gave the delivery man quite a few ideas.... The Manager hoped that Jack's warning had the meaning he thought it had.

Grabbing a few thick strands of cloth from his pocket (that he originally was going to tie to his forehead to prevent sweat but instead opted for using the baseball cap), he made some calculations and some mental notes, now he just needed Karol to get close enough to him. He squatted on the floor, next to the edge of the desk as he waited for the chance to strike. It may take forever but once he had the opportunity he wouldn- Oh wait, her leg's right there. LET'S GO

"Yes, sir. Right away, I'm taking note of that right now" Karol tapped her leg as she wrote down on her papers. "No, no... I don't think taxes matter in this situation, unless you are looking to save and invert it in the capital but that wouldn't be of much help-"

....

Karol suddenly felt like something had grabbed and pulled her leg, then there was some sort of pressure applied to it. At first she thought it was a muscle cramp, but upon feeling that the pressure was only in certain parts of her leg and that it felt connected to the leg of the chair she decided to look down and what she saw surprised her quite a bit. It surprised her so much that her eyes went wide, almost wide enough to make her eyes pop out of their sockets. Right to the leg of the chair she saw him. That stupid delivery boy, he was in here again, tying her leg to the leg of the chair she was sitting on .
She couldn't believe it at first, for a moment she thought she was hallucinating for a moment, but she surprise and anger were quite enormous went she stared and saw that this was indeed real and not any sort of nightmarish hallucinations.

The Manager looked at the accountant with a smug, he knew what he was doing and he would make sure that this woman would pay for being such a dirty mouthed skank. Karol's eyes filled with rage, a sneer formed on her face, it was one of unimaginable rage along with a mix of fear and panic. What the hell was this pervert going to do with her, especially now that she was on the phone with one of her most important employers. She couldn't hang up... Hanging up right now would be throwing a rope at the neck of her career. Karol had no option but to suck it up and pray to the heavens that the perv wouldn't do anything dirty to her and that this was just a stupid prank.

She had no option but to continue to speak "Y-Yes, I'm right here.... A-About the spending, I wanted to..."

Silent prayers ran through the business woman's mind as the Manager looked at his work with proud. That sneaky bastard... He did it again! The show hadn't even begun and he was quite excited already.

With a final breath, he jumped right into action. He took a hold of the foot connected to the legs that was tied and.... He slowly took away her black heel, running a finger on the exposed top of her foot, causing the businesswoman to jump in her seat, At that moment the Manager knew what Jack said was right and At that moment Karol knew she was screwed. Tickling was her worst nightmare, she hated it, she absolutely despised it and now this idiot was going to tickle her... She prayed that he would just kiss or lick her foot and not move from there, it was a better alternative to tickling.

Slowly, the Manager took away her black heel revealing her well taken care of foot. It slightly smaller than his hand but it was still sizable. The toes had a french pedicure, her arch was high and her toes were bubbly and short, all in all a good looking foot. It was quite a shame it belonged to such a wretched woman. How well, no use crying over spoiled milk.

It was time to taste the waters. He ran his index finger down her sole, from the heel all the way to the base of the toes. This cause Karol not only to jump but to yelp as well. Man was that a lovely reaction. It just made him want to drag his finger down some more... And that he did. Poor Karol, her face was growing redder by the second from the embarrassment of being on the phone while she was tickled along with the horrendous sensations of the tickling itself. She absolutely despised tickling, she was sensitive to that and it made her feel so powerless... The dread she was feeling right now was unimaginable. She tried her best to hold in her giggling as she continued to talk with the CFO, twitching and jumping all the while.

"Y-ES! Yehehes.... I'll Ha-have the p-paperw-work reheheheady...." She prayed to the heavens that the CFO wouldn't mind the giggling, she knew in the back of her head he could hear it but she was still blindly hopeful

Karol tried her best to defend herself, kicking away that the hands of his aggressor with her other foot. She tried to kick his with his heel but the Manager quickly caught on to that... He caught the other foot and took away the high heel, leaving it hanging on Karol's dainty toes, now she could just hit him with her bare heel which was so soft that it didn't even hurt. In fact, the softness of her feet was quite nice and the Manager appreciated having them tap against him

Good lord was that sole soft, The Manager's finger sank right into the soft skin as he ran his finger through it, her skin just felt amazingly soft and that nice faint smell that he felt was coming from the heels and the feet themselves was an added bonus. This woman definitely used lotions. The Manager traced as many wrinkles as he could find with his fingers, imitating their shape with his fingertip and running along it, teasing it with slow strokes.

Karol did her best to keep everything in, lightly pounding at the table as she did her absolute best to keep everything inside, her sole scrunched, revealing more wrinkles as she tried wiggling around or hitting the perv with the other but it was no use.

The Manager was happy to trace along those newly found wrinkles that the foot has just presented him with. He happily ran the tip of his finger on them, enjoying the reactions the businesswoman was producing.

"You stupid idiot, you motherfu-" Karol whispered under her breath, wanting to relieve some of the build up anger in her as her face began to hit up. "N-NO, I'M FIHIHINE! I'M TOTALLY..." Karol choked on a giggle as she continued to talk to the CFO "Fihihine! Yes! Nothing's wrong!" The businesswoman tried her best but the tickling sensations were overpowering her.

You know how when you are ticklish there's a particular spot in your body that if it's touched it drives you crazy with laughter? The Manager tried his best to find that spot in Karol's adorable foot, he poked around all the nook and crannies, running the tip of his finger in and out of wrinkles, doing circular motions around the heel, drawing little eights around the bottom of her toes, poking the ball of her foot...
"GYAHAHA!"
Oh, there we go.

"AHAHALL THE NUMBERS CHECK OUHUHUHUT"
Karol did her best to maintain the conversation with her CFO. She wasn't worried about talking loud since her office was far away from the rest of the other employees but at the same time this was bad because no one could hear her and therefore come and rescue her.

In order to spice things up a little, the Manager decided to use more fingers on the defenseless sole. He now used his middle and index finger with his right hand as he held the foot with the left hand, leaving it completely exposed and utterly defenseless, the only thing the poor ped could do was scrunch the sole which barely did anything.

Karol was quite mad now, her ahoge contorted into weird shapes, matching her emotions of anger and despair, which was weird since people with ahoges almost never felt despair but most of them are too moronic to have a successful careers either so...
The pokes from the fingers to her sole and the ball of her foot made her almost go crazy, the sensation that came from her foot and washed up her entire body were pure hell.

"Y-YEHEHEHES! NOTHING'S WROHOHOHONG!" The CFO was now questioning her about her laughter and Karol was quick to make an excuse "I just.... I-I JUST SAW SOHOHOHOMEOHOHONE FAHAHAHALL DOWN AND I..."
This added quite a bit to the embarrassment factor, her excuse was believable but now not only was she getting reprimended over laughing when discussing important company matters, she was also getting chastised over seeing one of her coworkers fall down and laughing instead of helping them.

'Maybe I'm being too hard on little Karol' The Manager thought sarcastically as he upgraded his attack from two fingers to three fingers. The delivery man decided to give the cruel woman a "break"

A single thumb was placed on Karol's foot, right in her heel, moving it in circular motions, causing her foot to relax a little then once Karl's giggles has decreased in volume, he poked at the heel with his nail, looking to tease her skin some more. This caused Karol to jump in place once again.
This was torture, plain and simple torture. It filled Karol with absolute dread...
She decided as a last resort to try to cut the call short
But she couldn't speak, The Manager had gone back to teasing her with a single finger. She could just laugh and laugh, her brain becoming a mess due to the tickling.

"I'M STILL HERE I'M STIHIHIHILL HEHEHERE!" That's everything she could say, that's all the brainpower she managed to gather. The rest went to tickling and laughing. The banging on the desk was incredibly strong now, she could break it in half with a couple of punches.

"I'M SORRY I'M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!" Karol could only try and apologize. The sensations of tickling were taking over her... This jerk was running his slimy fingers all over her sole and she couldn't stand it... But she wasn't going to give up... Not to a plebian like this perv below him. She was going to beat his ass and tear him a new one.
Karol tried to control her breathing, concentrating on her air intake and gathering some of her brainpower, it was difficult and a couple of giggles still escaped out of her mouth but she managed to gather enough air to tell the CFO in a single sentence all of the numbers that he needed. Then after another breath she left him with a final message
"THANKYOUFORTRUSTINGINME I'MSORRYABOUTTHISCALL, SOMETHINGBADHAPPENEDANDMYCONDUCTISUNEXCUSABLE. ITWON'THAPPENAGAINUPROMISE!!!" Karol scream, getting all of that in a single sentence. Her resolve proving to be more powerful than the tickling. The CFO could say much. He just accepted the apology, thanked Miss Watson for the info and said goodbye. And like that... The call was over. Two emotions washed over Karol. Relief.... And pure unadulterated rage.

The Manager was quite happy with the labor of his work. He was teaching a mean woman a lesson that she wouldn't be able to forget and it was with something he enjoyed. His happiness was so huge that he didn't even realize how Karol had hung up and drop her phone in the table. The lack of giggles was what tipped him off but he didn't mind that, maybe he just needed to move his finger a little more and that he did. He couldn't get enough of It. The sole was just so soft, the wrinkles were adorable, the way toes cute little toes wiggled helplessly.... It was all so hypnoticaly cute! It was so entrancing that he barely felt when an angry woman placed her entire weight on him and began to beat the crap out of him. But eventually he felt the pain of the punches and kicks that the woman gave him. He could feel most of the elderitch rage that she was releasing upon him and he could also hear all sorts of horrible insults and slurs he had never quite heard before.
The manager couldn't even defend himself, it was already too late. Soon enough, everything went black. One part of the Manager felt regret for what just happened, the other part of him felt everything was worth it.

>===TO BE CONTINUED===>

FINALLY, HOLY SHIT
IT'S FREAKING DONE!

This took way longer than expected. But here it is.

Here a picture of an OC, with a long ass story and a description that only my friends will probably read because it seems like they are the only ones that like my ocs (if any of my fellas are reading this, I love you guys, I hope you are doing alright, thank you for taking the time to actually read this <3)

Anyways, uhm.. ..Here's Karol ,getting the treatment she deserves. I love office ladies and seeing barefoot women in suits is a blessing so this was inevitable.
I like how the foot came out and that's about it. There are a lot of things to point out.
I tried to make the story cute and add some lore, see if you can catch it but who am I kidding nobody is reading this

I hope you enjoy it, sequel coming soon. The drawing is done but I need to write the storyyyy
Expect the unexpectable soon

All the characters, the story and art belong to me.

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Three years ago....

A man/boy/young man looking thing drank a cold coffee as he sat on his comfy office chair, he laid back as he tried to make sense of the inventory's number. It seemed the business was blooming and he was happy for that, however he wondered how much was because of the quality of the food and the staff and how much was influence of... "Her". Having "her" help always bugged him... It made things too easy and weird. But either way.... Good number were good numbers.

The comfy brown interiors of the office shined brightly as the Manager wrote checked the numbers and made calculations. Running a business was quite the hard task and he was happy to do it in the ample space of his desk, which was also brown. The calm and soft chatter coming from the outside of his office helped in building the atmosphere which was super comfy and ideal to work on. Nothing like working on a nice illuminated desk while you sip some coffee.
This peace would not last long, however.... Three strong knocks were heard, they came from the outside of his office. The Manager barely had the time to look up from his paper sheets as three other knocks were heard, they were stronger this time and sounded rather desperate.

"Oh no..." The Manager said under his breath, already figuring out in his head who was behind that door, and as he walked to open it three more knocks were heard.

The man cleared his throat and took a quick breath before opening the door,hoping that nothing bad was opening behind it

"What is it, Jessi-"
"B-BOSS!" Before he could complete a sentence, Jessica loudly called to him, she stood right outside his office, the infamous waitress of the Snack Bar Cafe stood looking as nervous and stressed as always, in her hands she was carrying several empty dishes, she was obviously struggling to carry them.
"W-We need your help, things are getting crazy out here! I hope you aren't too busy..."

"First of all, give me those..." The Manager exclaimed before taking the dishes off her hands, despite his physic he was quite stronger than the redheaded girl, that bunch of dishes were no issue for him. "What's wrong, Jess?" Asking this sort of things to her would usually be a death sentence, Jessica tended to go into deep rants about all sorts of her emotional issues and maybe throw in a conspiracy theory and political rant every once in a while, but she was visibly distressed she usually went straight to the point

Jessica's entire body trembled and shook as she spoke, she was obviously more stressed than usual which in any normal person would have caused a stroke and a heart attack at the same time but Jess' body had already gotten uses to that treatment.

"T-The place is fucking full! I can't keep up with it, it's a mess!" Jess began to walk towards the tables and the Manager followed suit. The Manager watched first hand as they exited the dark corridor leading to his office and entering the main area of the cafe, Jess wasn't lying, the place was packed. Everywhere you looked there were people sitting, eating and chatting happily on the tables . The Manager immediately recognized the figures of Neena, who was helping out with the food and giving it to the customers and that random stoner girl who helped out in the kitchen every once in a while. Alex usually called he and Jess couldn't keep up with the dishes and that's when the Manager knew the source of Jess' distress. The girl seemed to be carrying several vegetables and other ingredients for meals to the kitchen

"We already called the girl, Neena's helping out and even then, the place is a mess! Jess exclaimed as she pushes a food cart back to the small kitchen, the manager followed suit. None of the clients gave them any attention, they seemed too distracted by Neena's towering body.

"There was a festival or some crap nearby and people won't stop pouring in and... Ohhhh...." It was hard for Jess to complete sentences when under extreme stress.

"Take a breather, Jess. You all got this, I believe in you" The Manager replied as he left the plates on the dish washer "Just tell me what to do and and I'll help out"

Jess quickly walked away from her boss and made a signal to someone nearby, telling them to come closer, The manager then saw Alex who took his attention away from his dishes to look at him

"Hi boss! Sorry if we are interrupting you, but we could really use a hand over here" The boy happily greeted the man. The contrast in Alex and Jess' reactions was quite big. Alex looked relaxed and happy, almost as he was having fun and Jessica looked like she was going to explode at any moment.

The Manager couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm of the young man "Of course, just tell me what to do!" He walked towards the counters, picking up a knife "Maybe I could cook up for a while, or maybe you need another waiter.

"Actually..." The feminine boy interrupted his boss "We need you to deliver something"

"Deliver...?" The boss repeated as he carefully placed the knife down

"Yes, delivery!" Jess came into the scene again, pushing a big food cart towards her boss, stopping just a few feet away from him. "Those jerks over at the office in the front ordered some stuff but we haven't been able to go there, we are too busy here and besides... Those stupid yuppies always take their time responding to their names and make everything slow!" Jessica pointed at the name written on the Styrofoam containers which the boss assumed contained freshly made food.

"Jess, please don't call the customers that, you are being too rude" Alex called out her co-worker, who simply grunted and walked away to the back of the kitchen as Alex simply sighed

"Can you help us out with that, boss?" Alex asked as he put on his best puppy eyes.

The manager was in quite the pickle. He never liked being a delivery boy, back when he worked doing deliveries it always ended up in bad experiences, like getting his face stomped or something ridiculous like that.
When it came to deliveries he felt he was jinxed.
With a gulp, weird memories on his mind and clearing his dry throat, the manager spoke once again.
"C-Can't Neena d-"
"Hellooo~"
Out of the blue, the tall woman in green appeared, interrupting the Manager and causing him to jump in fright
"Did somebody said "Neena"~? "

Then, before the manager could say anything, the familiar redhead entered the kitchen, carrying plates and glasses." Neena, come on! The clients are waiting"

" I can't go~. I'm entertaining the customers and keeping them away from Jess!" Neena somehow knew what the manager and Alex were talking about. The mysterious tall woman stood there smiling as she spoke.

It was easy to see how Neena was entertaining the clients, with an appearance like that how could you not drop what you are doing and stare at her? She also had quite the strength so dishes were no problem. Now that the manager thought about it... Neena could easily make things easier for everyone with her abilities but she was type of "person" that liked to make things difficult to keep them interesting and "observe the results". The Manager stared at Neena, who smiled smugly as if she were reading his thoughts, she knew exactly what he was thinking and both of them knew it.

Neena produced an audible "Oh" as Jess began to push her away from the kitchen with more food in hand
"Come on, Neena! The customers are getting inpatient and I don't want to talk to them!" Jess spoke as she dragged the tall woman away. "Thank for helping out here, boss. We'll see you later!

" Byeeeee~" The tall woman exclaimed as she was take by force towards the hungry people, waiting for their meals and to be distracted by the personality of the eccentric gal.

The boss looked again at his feminine employee, who stared there, smiling expectantly, the puppy eyes still remained on his face.
The man sighed, it seemed he was cornered... A small part of him just wanted to close himself in his office, too fearful of the supposed jinx he had with delivering jobs. But... The rest of him saw that his employees needed him, they were doing their darn hardest and they were in desperate need of his assistance. He couldn't let them down. He had to help.

The Manager stared at Alexis with a new resolve in his eyes, determined to ease the needs of his employees.
"Alright." He said "Tell me what I have to deliver"
The feminine boy smiled widely, he knew he could trust his boss. Quickly, he directed him to the food cart, all packed up with Styrofoam containers which all had tasty meals and drinks inside them, they were all set and ready to go.

"Thank you for lending us a hand, you are the best!" Alex exclaimed as he hugged his boss. "Good luck out there!" The young man knew a little bit about his boss' misadventures and that's why he really appreciated the help coming from the man who was currently returning his hug.

The Manager simply smiled back as Alex let go of the hug. He borrowed one of the establishment caps from the reglamentary uniforms of the Cafe which none of the employees wore unless there was an inspection. He said goodbye to Alex as he pushed the cart, the young man immediately returned to cooking. He decided not to distract Jess or Neena as he just walked out of the place and towards the building that Alex had told him was the one with the people that demanded their food be taken to them...

"TimCo. Gadgets and more"

That's what the giant sign outside of the soaring building said. It was quite the giant skyscraper. All for a "gadget" company...
There were other gray skyscrapers around that looked almost as exactly as the one TimCo used for its headquarters but... This one was the greyest.
The Manager adjusted his cap before stepping in the building with the cart, avoiding as many suit wearing people as he could as to not bump them with the cart. Soon enough he was on the elevator and in plant 13
After exiting the elevator, what The Manager saw impressed him. People in suits running from one point to another at a frantic rhythm, some were holding papers, others were holing paper holder or folders containing papers as they frantically left them in each other’s desks, some people were typing in their computers a neck-breaking speed and other were writing down numbers and words in frantic speed.
It was quite the spectacle to see all those people running from one place to another in that wide, white space filled with thing gray walls that mostly served to separate one desk from another. The Yuppie lifestyle was indeed something else.

The Manager cleared his throat before announcing his arrival, hoping that the employers of TimCo would hear him among their frantic and hurried activities. “Who here ordered from the Snack Bar Cafe? I’ve got your orders here!”

“Oh!” The manager heard someone exclaim from somewhere close, he looked at his side and saw an average man with a nice muscular build and typical haircut, one of the more noticeable of his aspects was his stature, he seemed to be 1.80 in height, his face and hair were as trimmed as they could be, he quickly walked away from the receptionist desk and close to The Manager stating his business.

“I’m Jack Smith, I order a coffee and a special salad”

With that, the manager looked around the cart, looking for the container with the man’s name in it. Soon enough he found it, attached to it was a nice serving of hot coffee, tightly secured In a Styrofoam container. The took a hold of the items and presented them to the man quickly, since the cup was still hot.

“’’Ere you go!”

“Thank you so much, I was starving!” Without another word, Jack opened the container and chewed down the salad, producing some satisfied moans as he ate. The food had hit the right spot and that made the Manager quite happy.

“Hey guys!” Jack spoke with a mouth full of lettuce “Food’s here! Get it while it’s hot” He announced to the entirety of his office, which quickly dropped everything they were doing and walked towards the food cart, startling the Manager a little
“Wow, jeez! O-One at a time please!”

The employees were hungry but they were civilized human beings so they got in a line. One by one, they all got their lunches. Soon enough, the office was filled with people calmly eating, chatting away and making sure that food wouldn’t spill over their hard work. Some people weren’t eating, those were the ones that hadn’t ordered anything, but they were regretting that fact, asking their coworkers for a bite of their food.

The delivery “boy” watched happily as the office workers were in grub time, it always made him happy to see people enjoy the food from his establishment. He let out a happy sigh as he prepared the food cart to leave before he was interrupted by Jack, who was taking small sips from his cup of joe.

“Hey, uh… Sorry for the mess. We are in crunch time and everyone is in a hurry. Thanks for bringing us the food… Uhm… Here” Jack handed a five dollar bill to the Manager. “Here’s something for the trouble and please tell Alex that the coffee is excellent as always, I’ve heard he’s worried about the coffee “losing its quality” or something like that

“Uh. Thank you, will do” The manager replied with a small grin. Alex was going to be happy to hear that.

Before taking off, the Manager noticed another Styrofoam container, this one was quite big, it seemed like it was a full breakfast course. The name on the container read “Karoline” but he recalled no one with that name. Maybe it was placed in the cart by mistake? The Manager recalled one occasion when Alex misplaced the orders and Jess ended up delivering the wrong food to a certain group of vegans, they got quite mad and almost lynched Jess but in the end the redhead suing the vegans and they settled out of court with Jess winning a nice sum of cash and an apology. Jessica had quite a blast with the money but he gets angry if someone reminds her of that series of events. Maybe it was a similar situation.

But, taking advantage of the fact that Jack was right next to him, The Manager decided to ask him about it. The Manager turned towards him, looking up at his face as he asked

“Excuse me…. There anybody here named “Karoline”?”

Jack looked quite surprised before replying “Yeeeeaah…. She is in that brown door at the very end of the office, she has her own private cubicle. Hey, before you go…” The office man stared deeply into the Manager. “Keep in mind that Karol is a bit…. Special. She pretty much has no patience so… Don’t take it to heart if she’s mean to you, especially around these times. Also, don't touch her. She's very... Sentsitive when it comes to touches” It seemed the office worker was trying to hold back with that warning, as if he had a lot of things to say about Karol but he held back out of courtesy, this freaked out the Manager a little but at the same time… .It could just be normal office drama.

“I…. A-Alright, I’ll take care”

Jack gave the Manager a few pats on his back before going back to his desk “Good luck” He said.

…

Karol’s cubicle was rather far away from the rest of the other ones… In fact, it didn’t even look like a cubicle at all, it looked more like a private office of her own. In the door there was a plaque, it read…

“Karoline Watson.

Accountant”

The Manager was sure he saw people doing accounting work on the desks outside. What made this woman so special? Welp, it seemed he was about to find out.

A strange shiver ran through The Manager’s back as he knocked on the door, it was as if the entire temperature of the office had dropped down a couple of degrees. That cold felt rather unnatural and dreadful, a cold that went right through the manager’s clothing and made the brown hair on his head stand up. The delivery man waited there for a while, not taking his eyes from the door as the frantic pace of the office slowly recovered.

After what seemed like ages… The Manager knocked once more. His hopes wrapped around the idea that the lady simply was not there, maybe he could leave her meal with somebody and she could pick it up once she arrived. A wave of short lived relief washed over the poor fool before the door finally opened, there the accountant appeared in all her glory, her ahoge shining brightly thanks to the lighting of the office.

The woman stood there, looking menacing and glaring at the Manager before speaking in one of the harshest tones the manager had heard up to that point in his life.

“What do want?” The poison that Karoline threw with that phrase was almost visible, it was so strong that the Manager’s pale skin could feel burns.

“Uh… Here’s your lunch, mam” With steady but still sweaty hands, the Manager lifted Karol’s lunch, showing it to her. After staring at the lunch for a bit, Karol looked up with that awful glare still engraved on her face.

“Put it on my desk” She said, spewing the same amount of venom with her voice. Then, Karol walked towards her desk, typing things into her phone as The Manage stepped in, holding the lunch with both hands. He walked past her and placing the meal down at almost the edge of the desk. The Manager had a chance to look around and see what was in that “cubicle” First of all it was definitely an office. Second of all holy crap was it dazzling. It had several windows with a nice view of the city, a fancy file cabinet that looked more like furniture than a cabinet and a giant trophy shelf, with all sort of memorabilia, there were trophies, important papers and... A lot of Italian flags. All sorts of figurines were lined up, the most of them representing people like children playing or soldier marching. They were all neatly lined up and shone brightly as if they were just recently cleaned up.

"Are you done lollygagging?" The cold voice of the accountant made the Manager jump, she was behind him, arms crosse and glare still in place.

"Yeesh... You people are the worst, I have no idea why I keep ordering from that stupid Cafe.... There's a lot of nicer restaurants I could order from" The businesswoman went past the Manager, almost bumping him. It took a little bit of time for the manager to process what was just uttered but... Once he did he protested immediately.

"Wha... Excuse me?" It was all he could mutter, he was a little bit in shock from everything that had just happened, from the dramatic entrance to this.

"I mean... Good lord, look at you. A stupid delivery boy that can't even speak properly and that arrives" Karol checked her watch "Fifteen minutes late with the food, it's probably already cold!" Karol chuckled under her breath. "The people working at that Cafe are a mess, you got a stupid bitch of a waitress, a creepy woman in a dress and a manager that's never around! I've been wanting to talk with him forever about that redheaded bitch. "Karol looked at the sides, playing with a pen in her hands.
"There's only a single employee working in that place, making all the food and he probably doesn't even get payed minimal wage. I feel for that guy.... girl... thing." She sighed "Stupid political correctness now you can't even know what to refer to people as...." Karol sat in the chair besides her desk.

The Manager couldn't help but to feel offended upon hearing such words.... He knew there were faults with his cafe but... Man, was this woman being a cunt.
"It's a shame such good coffee is wasted in such an abominable establishment...." Karol took a sip of said coffee

This woman's attitude was just stunning, The Manager had no words for it. But he still tried to make up a sentence to reply. "W-Why... Why are you saying such things in this manner?"

Karol shrugged. "It's just what I think, just an awful place that's willing to hire ugly, little delivery boys that arrive fifteen minutes left" Her gaze went from glare to annoying smug. "Now, you've infested my air with enough bacteria, leave now or I'll call security. I'm expecting a very important call and I won't let pansies ruin my mood"

That was it, that was the straw that broke all of the camel's bones and then pissed on them. This cunt needed to pay. The Manager adjusted his cap as he turned his back on the awful woman, thinking about a decent punishment, something to humiliate her... Maybe Jack would be willing to help. But before the manager could form a cohisive plan in his head... A phone rang, the familiar noise of vibration along with Dean Martin's "Volare" sounded in unison. Karol then spoke up

"There it is! Hurry and leave already, you greasy slug! My finger's hovering above the emergency button!" Watson exclaimed in a harsh tone, hoping to get the Delivery man out of there the easy way.

This dumb cunt... She just made a fatal mistake. The Manager held in his laughter as he hurried along to the exit, he closed the door behind him gently as he stepped away rapidly.

Karol watched from the windows of her office as The Manager left, until he was out of her sight thanks to a wall that covered the view of the rest of the outside office. She sighed and shook her head. In her eyes she saw no more than a good for nothing plevian with no aspirations. How dare he arrive late? But she should have expected it, he came from THAT cafe after all... Truly shameful.

With a press of a button on her phone she was now talking to the CFO of the company. It was a position that roughly in two years would be hers. If all her calculations and plans were on point

"Hello. Good morning Chief. It's nice to hear from you, sir. Now, about the numbers. Without moving from the desk, she got some papers out which had important notes about the company's finance.

"Inversions have been escalating and we've been up 18% in sales these past weeks. We probably won't need any lay offs for a good while.... Hmhm.... Yes, of course.... It really depends how one looks at it. I personally see it as a chance to spend some more, maybe take more risks when it comes to materials. This situation seems like a low risk, big reward scenario." Karol crossed her leg as she spoke, turning towards the windows with the great view. That view always made her calm and right now she needed as much calm as she could muster. It was such a shame she was so busy with the call that she didn't notice when her door was opened once again or when a certain person sneaked right into her office with the rigor of a ninja.

The Manager had never really left, he just waited for the perfect moment to strike and this was it. He couldn't turn back now. Slowly but surely he got close to the businesswoman, she was so distracted by the view of the windows and the call that she didn't notice the "slug" sneaking right towards her. After looking for a good angle to attack from, the Manager found it... Remembering what Jack had said about Karol being sensitive to touching gave the delivery man quite a few ideas.... The Manager hoped that Jack's warning had the meaning he thought it had.

Grabbing a few thick strands of cloth from his pocket (that he originally was going to tie to his forehead to prevent sweat but instead opted for using the baseball cap), he made some calculations and some mental notes, now he just needed Karol to get close enough to him. He squatted on the floor, next to the edge of the desk as he waited for the chance to strike. It may take forever but once he had the opportunity he wouldn- Oh wait, her leg's right there. LET'S GO

"Yes, sir. Right away, I'm taking note of that right now" Karol tapped her leg as she wrote down on her papers. "No, no... I don't think taxes matter in this situation, unless you are looking to save and invert it in the capital but that wouldn't be of much help-"

....

Karol suddenly felt like something had grabbed and pulled her leg, then there was some sort of pressure applied to it. At first she thought it was a muscle cramp, but upon feeling that the pressure was only in certain parts of her leg and that it felt connected to the leg of the chair she decided to look down and what she saw surprised her quite a bit. It surprised her so much that her eyes went wide, almost wide enough to make her eyes pop out of their sockets. Right to the leg of the chair she saw him. That stupid delivery boy, he was in here again, tying her leg to the leg of the chair she was sitting on .
She couldn't believe it at first, for a moment she thought she was hallucinating for a moment, but she surprise and anger were quite enormous went she stared and saw that this was indeed real and not any sort of nightmarish hallucinations.

The Manager looked at the accountant with a smug, he knew what he was doing and he would make sure that this woman would pay for being such a dirty mouthed skank. Karol's eyes filled with rage, a sneer formed on her face, it was one of unimaginable rage along with a mix of fear and panic. What the hell was this pervert going to do with her, especially now that she was on the phone with one of her most important employers. She couldn't hang up... Hanging up right now would be throwing a rope at the neck of her career. Karol had no option but to suck it up and pray to the heavens that the perv wouldn't do anything dirty to her and that this was just a stupid prank.

She had no option but to continue to speak "Y-Yes, I'm right here.... A-About the spending, I wanted to..."

Silent prayers ran through the business woman's mind as the Manager looked at his work with proud. That sneaky bastard... He did it again! The show hadn't even begun and he was quite excited already.

With a final breath, he jumped right into action. He took a hold of the foot connected to the legs that was tied and.... He slowly took away her black heel, running a finger on the exposed top of her foot, causing the businesswoman to jump in her seat, At that moment the Manager knew what Jack said was right and At that moment Karol knew she was screwed. Tickling was her worst nightmare, she hated it, she absolutely despised it and now this idiot was going to tickle her... She prayed that he would just kiss or lick her foot and not move from there, it was a better alternative to tickling.

Slowly, the Manager took away her black heel revealing her well taken care of foot. It slightly smaller than his hand but it was still sizable. The toes had a french pedicure, her arch was high and her toes were bubbly and short, all in all a good looking foot. It was quite a shame it belonged to such a wretched woman. How well, no use crying over spoiled milk.

It was time to taste the waters. He ran his index finger down her sole, from the heel all the way to the base of the toes. This cause Karol not only to jump but to yelp as well. Man was that a lovely reaction. It just made him want to drag his finger down some more... And that he did. Poor Karol, her face was growing redder by the second from the embarrassment of being on the phone while she was tickled along with the horrendous sensations of the tickling itself. She absolutely despised tickling, she was sensitive to that and it made her feel so powerless... The dread she was feeling right now was unimaginable. She tried her best to hold in her giggling as she continued to talk with the CFO, twitching and jumping all the while.

"Y-ES! Yehehes.... I'll Ha-have the p-paperw-work reheheheady...." She prayed to the heavens that the CFO wouldn't mind the giggling, she knew in the back of her head he could hear it but she was still blindly hopeful

Karol tried her best to defend herself, kicking away that the hands of his aggressor with her other foot. She tried to kick his with his heel but the Manager quickly caught on to that... He caught the other foot and took away the high heel, leaving it hanging on Karol's dainty toes, now she could just hit him with her bare heel which was so soft that it didn't even hurt. In fact, the softness of her feet was quite nice and the Manager appreciated having them tap against him

Good lord was that sole soft, The Manager's finger sank right into the soft skin as he ran his finger through it, her skin just felt amazingly soft and that nice faint smell that he felt was coming from the heels and the feet themselves was an added bonus. This woman definitely used lotions. The Manager traced as many wrinkles as he could find with his fingers, imitating their shape with his fingertip and running along it, teasing it with slow strokes.

Karol did her best to keep everything in, lightly pounding at the table as she did her absolute best to keep everything inside, her sole scrunched, revealing more wrinkles as she tried wiggling around or hitting the perv with the other but it was no use.

The Manager was happy to trace along those newly found wrinkles that the foot has just presented him with. He happily ran the tip of his finger on them, enjoying the reactions the businesswoman was producing.

"You stupid idiot, you motherfu-" Karol whispered under her breath, wanting to relieve some of the build up anger in her as her face began to hit up. "N-NO, I'M FIHIHINE! I'M TOTALLY..." Karol choked on a giggle as she continued to talk to the CFO "Fihihine! Yes! Nothing's wrong!" The businesswoman tried her best but the tickling sensations were overpowering her.

You know how when you are ticklish there's a particular spot in your body that if it's touched it drives you crazy with laughter? The Manager tried his best to find that spot in Karol's adorable foot, he poked around all the nook and crannies, running the tip of his finger in and out of wrinkles, doing circular motions around the heel, drawing little eights around the bottom of her toes, poking the ball of her foot...
"GYAHAHA!"
Oh, there we go.

"AHAHALL THE NUMBERS CHECK OUHUHUHUT"
Karol did her best to maintain the conversation with her CFO. She wasn't worried about talking loud since her office was far away from the rest of the other employees but at the same time this was bad because no one could hear her and therefore come and rescue her.

In order to spice things up a little, the Manager decided to use more fingers on the defenseless sole. He now used his middle and index finger with his right hand as he held the foot with the left hand, leaving it completely exposed and utterly defenseless, the only thing the poor ped could do was scrunch the sole which barely did anything.

Karol was quite mad now, her ahoge contorted into weird shapes, matching her emotions of anger and despair, which was weird since people with ahoges almost never felt despair but most of them are too moronic to have a successful careers either so...
The pokes from the fingers to her sole and the ball of her foot made her almost go crazy, the sensation that came from her foot and washed up her entire body were pure hell.

"Y-YEHEHEHES! NOTHING'S WROHOHOHONG!" The CFO was now questioning her about her laughter and Karol was quick to make an excuse "I just.... I-I JUST SAW SOHOHOHOMEOHOHONE FAHAHAHALL DOWN AND I..."
This added quite a bit to the embarrassment factor, her excuse was believable but now not only was she getting reprimended over laughing when discussing important company matters, she was also getting chastised over seeing one of her coworkers fall down and laughing instead of helping them.

'Maybe I'm being too hard on little Karol' The Manager thought sarcastically as he upgraded his attack from two fingers to three fingers. The delivery man decided to give the cruel woman a "break"

A single thumb was placed on Karol's foot, right in her heel, moving it in circular motions, causing her foot to relax a little then once Karl's giggles has decreased in volume, he poked at the heel with his nail, looking to tease her skin some more. This caused Karol to jump in place once again.
This was torture, plain and simple torture. It filled Karol with absolute dread...
She decided as a last resort to try to cut the call short
But she couldn't speak, The Manager had gone back to teasing her with a single finger. She could just laugh and laugh, her brain becoming a mess due to the tickling.

"I'M STILL HERE I'M STIHIHIHILL HEHEHERE!" That's everything she could say, that's all the brainpower she managed to gather. The rest went to tickling and laughing. The banging on the desk was incredibly strong now, she could break it in half with a couple of punches.

"I'M SORRY I'M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!" Karol could only try and apologize. The sensations of tickling were taking over her... This jerk was running his slimy fingers all over her sole and she couldn't stand it... But she wasn't going to give up... Not to a plebian like this perv below him. She was going to beat his ass and tear him a new one.
Karol tried to control her breathing, concentrating on her air intake and gathering some of her brainpower, it was difficult and a couple of giggles still escaped out of her mouth but she managed to gather enough air to tell the CFO in a single sentence all of the numbers that he needed. Then after another breath she left him with a final message
"THANKYOUFORTRUSTINGINME I'MSORRYABOUTTHISCALL, SOMETHINGBADHAPPENEDANDMYCONDUCTISUNEXCUSABLE. ITWON'THAPPENAGAINUPROMISE!!!" Karol scream, getting all of that in a single sentence. Her resolve proving to be more powerful than the tickling. The CFO could say much. He just accepted the apology, thanked Miss Watson for the info and said goodbye. And like that... The call was over. Two emotions washed over Karol. Relief.... And pure unadulterated rage.

The Manager was quite happy with the labor of his work. He was teaching a mean woman a lesson that she wouldn't be able to forget and it was with something he enjoyed. His happiness was so huge that he didn't even realize how Karol had hung up and drop her phone in the table. The lack of giggles was what tipped him off but he didn't mind that, maybe he just needed to move his finger a little more and that he did. He couldn't get enough of It. The sole was just so soft, the wrinkles were adorable, the way toes cute little toes wiggled helplessly.... It was all so hypnoticaly cute! It was so entrancing that he barely felt when an angry woman placed her entire weight on him and began to beat the crap out of him. But eventually he felt the pain of the punches and kicks that the woman gave him. He could feel most of the elderitch rage that she was releasing upon him and he could also hear all sorts of horrible insults and slurs he had never quite heard before.
The manager couldn't even defend himself, it was already too late. Soon enough, everything went black. One part of the Manager felt regret for what just happened, the other part of him felt everything was worth it.

>===TO BE CONTINUED===>

FINALLY, HOLY SHIT
IT'S FREAKING DONE!

This took way longer than expected. But here it is.

Here a picture of an OC, with a long ass story and a description that only my friends will probably read because it seems like they are the only ones that like my ocs (if any of my fellas are reading this, I love you guys, I hope you are doing alright, thank you for taking the time to actually read this <3)

Anyways, uhm.. ..Here's Karol ,getting the treatment she deserves. I love office ladies and seeing barefoot women in suits is a blessing so this was inevitable.
I like how the foot came out and that's about it. There are a lot of things to point out.
I tried to make the story cute and add some lore, see if you can catch it but who am I kidding nobody is reading this

I hope you enjoy it, sequel coming soon. The drawing is done but I need to write the storyyyy
Expect the unexpectable soon

All the characters, the story and art belong to me.