Rich was young, good-looking and athletic. In fact, he looked more like a model or sports star than an executive assistant. But, he'd always loved his work. Even more, he loved the women he worked for. So, when they gave him the opportunity to become a full partner in the company, he jumped at it.
Theresa and Susan were sisters whose father had passed the small business on to them. With Theresa's business know-how and Susan's people skills, they'd turned it inot a very successful company. They were continually expanding and branching out. This meant that they needed more manpower in the upper management. They'd been watching Rich closely since he came into the company fresh out of college. They agreed that he had what it took to be a success. All that was left was the interview process.
Rich had received a memo, informing him of the possibility of a moev up the ladder. He was thrilled by the vote of confidence. However, there was one thing about the memo that had puzzled him. They'd been very specific about his dress for the interview...especially about his footwear. He'd always been an impeccable dresser. But, he shrugged it off as advice on how to look the part they were interviewing him for and followed instructions.
On Friday afternoon, he wrapped up the last of the days accounts and prepared for his meeting. He stopped quickly in the men's room before going upstairs. If it was good looks and meticulous dress that they wanted, they'd get it.
Rich arrived at Theresa's office right on schedule. Susan was just coming down the hall herself. She smiled and nodded to him, motioning for him to follow her in. He took a deep breath and followed.
Though Rich had been in this office many times before, he hesitated at the door. Things looked different. The furniture had been rearranged somewhat. This puzzled him. He didn't recall any memo about a change having been requested. Seeing his bewildered look, Theresa smiled and explained that she'd done it herself on a whim. He nodded and complimented her on the job. She smiled, thanked him and motioned for him to sit down.
For the next hour, they discussed the history of the company and where they hoped to go in the future. They asked his opinion on each aspect of their plans. They were very much impressed by his knowledge and confidence. After some time, they excused themselves briefly. When they returned a moment later, they informed him that they would like very much for him to take the position.
Rich jumped to his feet to thank them. "Just one more thing before you decide to accept our offer. Sit back down for a moment, please.", Susan said.
Rich hesitated. "Sure. What's that?", he said.
"We, as I'm sure you can imagine, get a lot of tension on this job. We are always in need of something to help us reduce the stress level. Wouldn't want to become one of those statistics, you know.", Susan stated.
"Yes. I agree. So, where do I come in? Is there something special that I can do to help?", Rich asked.
"Well, we HOPE so!", said Theresa, a grin beginning to soften teh previously serious features of her face. "You see, we have a very unique way of reducing our stress level."
"Yes...?", Rich said, beginning to grow nervous at the expressions on the women's faces.
Susan came and sat next to Rich on the couch. She reached down and drew his feet up into her lap as Theresa eased him back into a reclined position and sat on the edge of the couch by his waist.
"We like to tickle.", Susan finally stated.
"TICKLE!!!", Rich exclaimed, attempting to sit up.
Susan and Theresa giggled openly at his reaction. "Yes...tickle.", said Theresa, running a finger up Rich's side.
Rish began to squirm and tried to get up. But, the women had a firm grip on him, preventing him from doing so. "Wait a minute!", he began to protest. "What does this have to do with the job?!"
"It's really very simple.", Theresa explained. "If one of us ends up sick because of too much stress, the company will be in trouble...as will be your job. In order to prevent that, we must prevent excess stress."
With that, Susan began to unlace Rich's shoes. "But...", Rich began to protest again.
"No buts.", said Theresa firmly. "That's the deal. You meet all of the other requirements. Now, we have to find out if you meet this one. If you do, the job is yours. If not, then we'll have to find someone else."
Rich was shocked at the frankness of her statement. He'd always been extremely ticklish. He never could stand to be tickled for very long. But, he needed this position. His young fiance would be proud of his promotion if he got it. It may even help his image in the eyes of her father, who disapproved of the idea of a "male secretary". He needed to give in to their wishes. He had no choice in the matter.
As Susan removed his shoes, Theresa loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his belly. Rich tensed in anticipation of what was to come. He had to be strong. He didn't want these women losing confidence in him.
All at once, Susan and Theresa began a furious attack on his belly and soles. Rich held back as long as he could. Then, he thrashed and howled in laughter. "Mmmmmmrrrppphhhhhh! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Nooooo! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Pleheeheease! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Susan and Theresa laughed in delite. He would be lots of fun! They continued on Rich for several minutes, turning the robust, manly figure into a quivering mass. When they finally let up on him, he was soaked with sweat and gasping for breath.
This just won't do!", Theresa exclaimed with a wink at her sister. "We can't have him getting all sweaty and messed up like this."
"I'm afraid you're right.", sighed Susan, shaking her head in mock sorrow.
Rich rolled his eyes in unbelief. Here he'd allowed these women to tickle him silly and he STILL wouldn't get the promotion.
Then, Theresa came up with an idea. "Wait a minute!", she said. "We can have a training program for him. I'm sure that, in time, he can learn to keep his composure and not get so hot and bothered."
<TWO WEEKS LATER>
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH PLEASE!!!! STOHAHAHAPPP!!! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEEHEEHEEASE!!!", exclaimed Rich as the sisters worked him over. He was as sweaty a mess as ever.
Theresa looked at Susan. "Well, what do you think? He still hasn't improved in his ability to take the tickling."
"Yes.", said Susan. "But, he's soooo much fun! I don't feel any stress at all when we get finished with him. I think we should keep him anyway."
"Sounds good to me!", exclaimed Theresa.
"What do you think, Rich?", they asked in unison.
Rich took a deep breath and managed to get out, "I'll tahahahaaake it!"