Sanders & MacArthur Tickle One-Shots Chapter 5 "Don't Interrupt the Boss' nap"

Loud laughter echoed within the empty police station after a long day of work. Sanders and MacArthur accidentally interrupted the nap of their boss after they broke into his office and were being punished with a long tickle torture after work. Sanders was laughing her head off as the boss tickled her sensitive belly, sides, ribs, armpits, chest, flanks, hips, neck and legs.

"Interrupt my nap, will you?" The boss mocked as he tickled Sanders' neck like he was playing a guitar.

"BUT, BOSS! I DIDN'T MEAN TO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT WAS MY PARTNER'S FAULT! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOW, PLEASE STOP! I'M TICKLISH!" Sanders begged to the boss as he tickled her neck like he was playing a guitar.

MacArthur watched Sanders as she was tickled mercilessly by the boss. The boss then stopped tickling Sanders' upper body and legs and placed his hands on her feet.

"Ah, here's one area I haven't tickled yet!" The boss said as he poked Sanders' feet.

"EEEP! Please, boss! Not my feet! Anywhere but there! NO!!!" Sanders pleaded.

The boss ignored Sanders' plea and began tickling her feet.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sanders squealed.

The boss tickled Sanders' feet everywhere, including under the toes, on the balls and on her tightened soles.

"BOSS, STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE!" Sanders pleaded to the boss as he tickled her soles like crazy.

The boss stopped tickling Sanders to give her a break. He then goes over to MacArthur with a devious smirk on his face. MacArthur's eyes widened as the boss slowly moves closer to her.

"She's...she's a bit worse than me...on her armpits and the soles of her feet!" Sanders told the boss as she panted, pointing her thumb at MacArthur as she spoke.

"You're next!" The boss told MacArthur as he pressed the tips of his fingers on her armpits, causing her to giggly yelp.

"EHEHEHEEEP!" MacArthur giggly yelped as she felt the tips of the boss' fingers press against her super ticklish underarms.

"Guess the strong tough-as-nails cadet is ticklish too, huh?" The boss teased the said cadet.

"Boss, please don't! I'm super ticklish on my armpits and deathly ticklish on my feet!" MacArthur begged.

"Too bad, heheheh!" The boss laughed evilly.

The boss tickled MacArthur's armpits.

"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" MacArthur laughed hysterically.

The boss stopped tickling MacArthur's armpits and bent down in front of her feet.

"Oh no! Please don't!" MacArthur begged.

The boss ignored MacArthur's beg and immediately starts tickling her feet.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" MacArthur squealed.