Jim never gave much thought to the fact that he was the only male working for the small import/export company. Even though the office was very professional, everyone got along very well. It was a small company - only five people. While Jim might have had various fantasies about the women, he never did anything about them. Not that it was easy. Jim had a serious foot fetish and being surrounded by 4 attractive women all day didn't help. All the women were very fashion-forward and usually wore very sexy shoes. To make matters worse, they were always dangling them or slipping their lovely feet out of them. Jim usually found it difficult to concentrate, and today would be no different.

No one in the office knew what was in store for them when they showed up to work that bright spring morning. Sometime in the late morning, a group of masked thieves stormed into the office, brandishing guns. They demanded to be taken to the company safe. Not wanting them to hurt anyone, Jean, the head of the company, led two of the robbers to the safe and opened it for them. Once they had access to the safe, they rounded up all the employees.

The five employees were led at gunpoint to a rear storage area in the office. The masked criminals pushed them all inside and then locked the door from the outside. They were trapped. While the women tried to calm down, Jim immediately started to work on some kind of escape plan. Jean - a rather attractive woman in her early forties - sat her secretary Emma down at a desk by the door. Emma was the youngest person in the company. Only 22, Emma was the most shook up by the robbery. Jean did her best to calm Emma down as Liz and Sara comforted each other. Liz and Jim handled the company's finances and Sara was their secretary. Sara was a striking blond in her late 20's, while Liz was a very sophisticated brunette in her late 30's.

Jim searched the far side of the room, moving boxes, looking for any means of escape. After moving some more boxes, he noticed a large air vent, high on the back wall of the room - large enough for someone to crawl through to the neighboring office. Jim realized that his secretary, Sara was just small enough to crawl through the vent. He walked back to the women and explained his plan. "I'll hold Sara up on my shoulders so that she can reach up and unscrew the vent cover and crawl inside. Once inside, she can crawl over to the next office and get help."

The women agreed with his plan. They all moved to the back wall where Jim was to hoist Sara up to get to the vent. Sara was wearing a mini skirt and heels, but there was no time for modesty, they had to act. Sara slipped off her heels and Jim hoisted he up on his shoulders. Once Sara had her bare feet planted on his shoulders, Jim held her ankles to steady her. Sara immediately squirmed and giggled. "Sorry," she said, "It's just that I'm extremely ticklish." Jim promised to be more careful as he turned his head and faced one of her lovely feet. "Don't even think about that Jim," he thought to himself, "There's no time for that right now."

As Sara started to work on the vent cover, the phone in the storage room rang. Jean ran over and hit the speakerphone button. The lead burglar thanked them for their cooperation and told them that they got what they wanted and would be on their way. "Since you've been such good sports," he said, "We'd like to show a little gratitude. Since you're all going to be locked in that room for a while, we wanted to make sure you had some fun." He then hung up before Jean could ask any questions.

Emma sat back down at the desk as Jean and Liz tried to figure out what the burglar was talking about. "What did he mean by making sure we had fun?" asked Liz. "I have no idea," responded Jean, "but at least they're leaving, which means we're safe." None of them noticed a small hose being fed under the door or noticed the faint hissing sound of the gas flowing out of it.

Sara had a tough time unscrewing the vent cover. Without any tools, she had to use her fingers, which took forever. As she worked on the vent she moved around a little, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Jim was trying his best to concentrate on the problem at hand and not on Sara's feet. As if that wasn't tough enough, Sara kept wiggling her toes. Jim closed his eyes. He tried to think of something else. If he popped a chub right now, it would be plain as day for all the other women to see. He had to hold onto Sara - it's not like he could just cover it up or sit down. Unfortunately, Jim couldn't take his mind off Sara's wiggling toes and felt his cock start to twitch.

Meanwhile the 3 other women were starting to feel a little light-headed. Each just figured it was the stress of the situation that was the cause. "Are you feeling better Emma?" asked Jean. "A little bit," answered Emma with a grin. "I feel a lot better now that they're gone," said Liz with a grin on her face as well. Jean agreed. Now that there were gone, she felt a whole lot better too. Suddenly, the whole situation wasn't that bad. In fact, the situation was kind of funny. Young Emma let loose a giggle and looked at Liz, who followed with a giggle of her own. "So I guess we're trapped in here for a while," giggled Liz. "Yep," responded Emma in a flood of titters. The laughter proved to be too contagious, and Jean soon gave into the urge to join them. Pretty soon the three women were laughing and giggling at a joke only they knew.

The sound of their laughter snapped Jim out of his efforts to get Sara's feet off his mind. He looked over to the door and saw the three women laughing as if they were having a grand old time. Jim immediately knew something wasn't right. They were acting a little too silly - almost as if they were drunk, or on something. That's when Jim noticed the hose sticking out from underneath the door. My god, he thought to himself, they must be pumping the room full of laughing gas! That's why the three ladies were acting so silly. "Hurry up Sara," Jim said, "We need to get you into that vent." Jim realized that once the gas reached the back of the room, they'd be reduced to a group of giggling fools and wouldn't be able to get the vent open.

Sara stopped and turned her head around to see what all the commotion was about. "What's going on?" she asked. "They're pumping laughing gas into the room. Once it reaches us we won't feel like doing anything except laughing. So we gotta move it. Just keep holding your breath over and over again. At least that will slow down the effect of the gas. If we keep holding our breaths, we might be able to buy enough time for you to get out." Sara agreed and sucked in a large breath. She held it as she went back to working on the screws. Jim did the same as he watched the other 3 women fall further victim to the gas' giggly spell.

As Liz giggled harder, she felt the most delicious tingling sensation over her entire body. Little did she know that Jean and Emma were feeling the exact same thing. This tingling was stimulating them all. "Hhehhee this is the most fun I've ever had at a robbery," laughed Liz. All three of them laughed harder. "Hahaha well this is the funniest robbery I've ever witnessed!" cried Jean as she dissolved into further laughter. This caused the three women to laugh even harder. Liz laughed so hard she fell onto Emma's lap. Emma, who was starting to lose all inhibitions, took the opportunity to lightly tickle Liz's sides. As soon as Emma's fingers made contact, Liz jumped and screamed in laughter. Emma danced her fingers up and down Liz's sides loving the reaction she was getting. Liz was helpless to fight off the tickles as she laughed and squirmed. "Heheh looks like we have a ticklish little girl here!" laughed Jean as she joined in on the fun. Jean unbuttoned Liz's blouse and started to tickle her breasts through her bra. Liz gasped then dissolved into sweet giggles as Jean's nails traced over Liz's sensitive breasts and now hard nipples. Jean licked her lips as he lovingly teased those engorged nipples.

Jim tried his best to hold his breath but wasn't doing too good a job. He kept having to take in new breaths. The gas was slowly starting to affect him too. He started to feel a little lightheaded as tried to concentrate on keeping Sara perched on his shoulders. Of course, this job was made tougher by the scene unfolding before him. Jim watched as Jean and Emma tickled the shit out of Liz. Needless to say, the sight was quite erotic, especially now that Jean had undone Liz's blouse and was tickling her ample breasts. Jim immediately felt that familiar stirring in his pants as his cock began to twitch. His resolve was beginning to weaken due to the laughing gas. Between Sara's gorgeous feet to either side of his face and the sexy tickle fight evolving in front of him, Jim tried his best to hang on and concentrate. In contrast, Sara was in much better shape and was able to hold her breath for longer periods of time. This meant that the gas wasn't really effecting her all that much as she continued working on the vent screws.

Meanwhile Jean and Emma was having a blast tickling Liz. After several minutes of nonstop torture they stopped to give Liz a breather. Of course, this didn't end any of the giggling and laughter. Jean then noticed Jim and Sara at the back of the room. "Aww look," she giggled, "Jim and Sara look so serious. They're not having any fun at all." The other two women looked over and agreed. "They did tell us to have some fun," reasoned Emma. "Jim's always so serious and work-minded," giggled Liz. "And foot-minded," added Emma. All three giggled. Despite what Jim may have thought, his foot fetish was no secret at the office. All of his foot staring did not go unnoticed by the women. In fact, they all made a point to regularly tease him by playing with their shoes, sliding their feet in and out. "Maybe he just needs someone to show him how to have a good time," said Jean. The other women agreed and all three slowly got up and made their way over to Jim and Sara.

As Jim watched the three giggly women walk over, he knew he was in trouble. "How come you and Sara aren't having any fun, like us?" asked Jean. Jim didn't answer. He knew that if he started talking, he would start taking in more gas and would soon end up like the other women. "I think he's giving us the silent treatment," giggled Emma. "Jim, you're always so serious," said Liz in between little titters, "You need to loosen up a bit." Jim responded by taking in another lung's full of breath and holding it. "Oh look, he's gonna hold his breath until he's blue in the face," laughed Jean. "That's not the only thing that's blue," giggle Emma nodding to his crotch. By this time, Jim cock has started to become a little stiff and was noticeably pressing out on his pants. "Oh my, what do we have here?" giggled Liz as she moved forward and started to tug on Jim's fly. Jim tried his best to move away, but almost caused Sara to fall. Jim then tried to swat her hand away with his own, but immediately returned it to Sara's ankle when she started to wobble. He was trapped - there was nothing he could do to stop them. Liz was able to open his fly all the way, allowing his half swollen cock to peek out from the slit in his boxers and now out his open fly.

"Look who's come out to play," giggled Emma. "I hope all this 'hard' work isn't turning you on too much Jim," added Jean. Liz, not satisfied with her conquest of Jim's fly now started to undo his pants. She unbuttoned the pants and let them drop. "Uh, oh Jim, looks like your pants fell down," laughed Liz. Then Liz and Jean stood on either side of him and started to tug on his boxes, alternating tugging turns. Jim just closed his eyes and hoped Sara was close to getting that vent cover off. Sara, well aware of what was going on below her, continued to work on the remaining screws. If Jim could just hold out for a few minutes more, she's be in the vent and on her way.

After a few tugs, Liz and Jean had managed to pull Jim's boxers all the way down, freeing his half-swollen cock. As the gas slowly affected him more and more, Jim's resolve slowly faded. Still, he tried his best to hang on. Then Jean slowly ran her finger along the length of his cock, from the base to the head. Jim gasped and squirmed as his cock immediately swelled to full attention. The three women giggled in sheer glee. "Looks like someone's a little ticklish," said Emma. Jean smiled devilishly and ran her finger back down his shaft. Jim tried to hold his breath as he squirmed. Jean didn't stop when she reached the base of his cock. She continued to run her finger all the way down to his dangling balls. Jim gasped loudly and nearly jumped. Sara had to steady herself again as she started working on the final screw. With that last big gasp, Jim took in another lungful of gas. He felt the delicious tingling consume his body.

"C'mon Jimmy," cooed Jean in between giggles, "laugh for me." Jim chocked back a giggle as he desperately tried to hang on. Jean then started to lightly run her long nails over Jim's sensitive balls. Jim's face turned red has he used all his might to hold back the laughter. His balls were extremely ticklish and the tickling only made his cock harder. "Tickle tickle tickle," giggled Liz. Jim's head was about to explode. Jean's nails were wreaking havoc on his ticklish balls as the 3 women's giggling egged him on. "Maybe we should just take off our shoes," giggled Emma. That was it. The thought of these women showing their feet was too much. Jim let out a long string of laughter as Jean continued to tickle his balls. This caused the women to laugh along with him. "That's it Jim, let it all out - give us a good giggle," laughed Jean.

Meanwhile Sara was unable to loosen the final screw. By this time the gas was affecting her as well. She too felt the tingles all over her body and an urge to join the others in their laughter. When she heard Jim break down in laughter she knew they were in trouble. Fighting back the giggles, Sara pressed on, and started to finally unscrew the final screw. She had done it!

As the women delighted in the torment of Jim, Emma said, "Hey, I wonder if Sara's ticklish too?" When Sara heard this, her blood ran cold. She was terribly ticklish. If they started to tickle her, she would fall for sure. She frantically pulled out the last screw and yanked off the vent cover as she started to giggle. By this time Jim had totally succumbed to the gas and was enjoying its giggly pleasures with the other women. Without thinking twice, he then turned to Sara's left foot, let go of her ankle and started to lightly run his fingers over the top of her foot.

Sara screamed and laughed as she tried to hoist herself into the vent. Jim danced his fingers around the side of her foot, by her arch. Sara squirmed and laughed as desperately tried to pull herself up, but all the laughing was making her weak. As soon as Jim's tickling fingers made contact with her arch, all hell broke loose. That was too much for Sara. She lost her balance and came crashing down on top of Jim in a pile of laughter.

Jean, Liz and Emma laughed uproariously as they enjoyed their "victory." Jim and Sara sat up, looked up at the open vent and then back at each other. The two then burst out in laughter. "I almost made it!" giggled Sara. "Too bad," laughed Jim. "If it weren't for this silly laughing gas, I would've made it" she giggled. "What laughing gas?" asked Liz. "They don't even realize it!" laughed Jim. This proved to be too hilarious and Jim and Sara leaned into another laughing uproariously. "They filled the room with some very naughty laughing gas!" laughed Sara "And it made you all do some very naughty things!" The three other women just looked at one another and burst out in more laughter. "Jim, that was very naughty of you to tickle my footsie," taunted Sara in a little girl's voice. "I told you that I'm very, very ticklish - especially on my little feetsies." "I couldn't resist it," laughed Jim. "We all know you can't resist feet Jimbo," giggled Liz.

"But they tickled me first," laughed Jim. "Like this?" giggled Sara as he leaned over and tickled Jim's balls. Jim squirmed wildly and released a new round of insane laughter. "So you like to tickle feet, eh Jim?" giggled Sara, "well I like to tickle balls!" Liz, Jean and Emma looked on in a state of giggly lust. The sight of Jim's raging hard on only added to wonderful tingling they were feeling in their pussies. Sara also felt her lust grow as she lovingly ran her nails over Jim's quivering testicles. As Jim squirmed in ticklish delight, he reached out and grabbed Liz's leg, bringing her giggly body crashing down over his. Jim immediately started to tickle his way down Liz's bare legs as he reached for her feet. Liz joined Jim in crazy laughter. Jim was like a man possessed. He reached for Liz's feet and yanked off her expensive Italian loafers, exposing her lusciously soft feet. Jim danced his fingers up and down her soles as Liz exploded into a flailing laughter.

"Help me!" was all Liz was able to squak out. Jean immediately knelt by Liz and asked, "So you want some help?" Jean then undid the front hook on Liz's bra, letting her breasts spill out. Jean started to tickle Liz's breasts again. "I think I'll help myself to your ticklish boobies!" giggled Jean as he teased her nails all around Liz's jingling breasts, making sure to give her swollen nipples some extra attention. Liz descended further into ticklish lust as her giggling and laughter mixed with moans. Meanwhile, Emma watched her boss kneeling by Liz and couldn't resist the opportunity. She danced around behind Jean and started to tickle her sides. Jean jumped and fell backwards into Emma. The two then fell onto Sara, pinning her down. Jean responded to Emma's tickle attack by tickling her back, squeezing the young woman's thighs. Emma screamed in ticklish surprise as she flailed wildly. Sara, stuck under Emma, didn't let the young woman's ticklish flailings stop her from tickling Jim's balls and cock. She used one hand to tease the underside of his balls, while the other danced up and down the length of his raging hard-on.

Liz turned her head to find Jean's feet right next to her. She immediately grabbed one foot and slipped off the shoe. Barely able to see straight, Liz started to tickle Jean's foot. Jean's recently pedicured feet proved to be even more ticklish than usual, as Liz laughingly ran her nails up and down the soft sole. Jean screamed in laughter as she used one hand to tickle Emma's thigh while the slowly snaking the other one up Emma's skirt. Emma screamed when she saw Jean's hand work its way up inside her skirt. She rolled over and pulled on Sara in an attempt to free herself from Jean's tickling fingers. Emma's grabbing at Sara's sides only brought more laughter as Sara jumped and squirmed. Emma's new position on her stomach allowed Jean to tickle Emma's rear. Emma howled in laughter again as she frantically grabbed at Sara who responded in further ticklish laughter. Jean just kept her tickling fingers higher and higher up Emma's skirt. "I'm gonna get you!" laughed Jean, "I'm gonna tickle that pussy of yours, you naughty little girl!" With that she started to tug on Emma's skirt, pulling it down. With a few mighty tugs she managed to pull it off, leaving Emma in her thong panties. Jean wasted no time and started to pull on Emma's panties. Once she yanked them a few inches down Jean slipped her hand in and teased Emma's slit with his fingers. Emma squealed then moaned loudly as Jean's fingers further explored her already moist snatch.

Jim was in a total state of tickle ecstasy. Sara's tickling had made him incredibly hard. Her deft touch caused his cock to dribble with pre-cum. As if that weren't enough, he had Liz's beautiful feet to play with. Satisfied with the tickling he had administered, Jim brought one of Liz's feet to his face and sucked her long toes into his mouth as he moaned. Liz gasped then moaned as she dissolved into sweet giggles again. Jim drew ever-closer to a climax as he nibbled and flicked his tongue all over Liz's toes. Liz was already quite wet from the breast tickling she received from Jean. As soon as she felt the warm wetness of Jim's mouth on her toes, she went into sexual orbit. Liz unzipped her skirt and slipped her hand into her panties. While she rubbed her pussy with one hand she used the other to pull Jean's foot closer. Following Jim's lead, Liz started to suck on Jean's toes. Jean was caught off guard by Liz's toe sucking and soon joined the others in loud moans. All the moaning made Sara even wetter. She immediately hiked her skirt up, slipped her panties to the side and started to work her fingers into her soaked pussy.

Liz flicked her tongue faster over Jean's foot as she nibbled her way up and down the sole. Jean drove her hand up her skirt, parted her panties and started working over her already wet pussy over. It wasnt long before she cried out in ecstasy as an orgasm washed over her body. Hearing Jean cum pushed Liz over the edge, making her cum. The ticklish orgasm dominoes started to fall. The sound of Liz and Jean's orgasmic rapture caused Jim to cry out as his cock exploded with thick ropes of hot cum shooting into the air. Sara followed close behind Jim, bringing herself to a thundering orgasm. As Jean started to regain her senses, she started to work her finger over Emma's clit, bringing the young woman to a huge orgasm as well.

As the co-workers basked in the giggly post-orgasmic glow, none of them gave any thought to getting out of the room - none of them cared. There was simply too much to giggle about...

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