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Madam Tele-Veesion noticed the tall, handsome TV sitting alone in the saloon, ignoring the other customers and allowing the saloon ladies to sit with him. Not even smiling as the ladies chat and flirt with him while offering him food and drinks. She recognized him as sheriff from the neighbouring town. Has a reputation for being a real Casanova.
She knows those type of men. They think they're so much better than saloon ladies from shadier places. That they're above them. Would treat them like scum and believe they'll get away with it as long as no one else in town heard about it.
Madam Tele-Veesion might only be five years older than her saloon ladies, but she had plenty of experience with those type of men.
"Madam, Sheriff Tenna would like to hire all the ladies for tonight. They must come visit him in his room," one of her ladies informed her. She didn't seem nervous of this fact?
What. What. How dare he! Treating her dear ladies as if they're shady ladies!
"Let him know I accept it," the yellow TV nodded before leaning over to whisper, "I'll see him first,"
"But, Madam, he's…"
"Please don't worry, dear. The only thing I'll hurt is his pride. It'll be a shame if I left scars on such a handsome TV, even if he's a grump,"
Later that night, Madam Tele-Veesion sneakily entered the room of her visitor: Sheriff Tenna. He was fast asleep on the chair, which was odd. There was a large bed just for him.
She quickly tied him up, his arms behind his back. She also tied his ankles together. He must've been a heavy sleeper, or just tired?
The lady TV moved the spare chair to face opposite of the sleeping TV. She noticed he was sleeping in the same clothes he arrived in. He didn't bother to take his boots off. Oh, he's one of the uptight men.
"Wake up, Sheriff," she cooed mockily before tapping the side of his head.
"Uh-huh?" the sheriff mumbled, voice low and soft. He looked around, sleepy and confused, "What? Oh, Madam? What brings you here? I didn't--"
"You didn't hire me, right? Well, I'm here on behalf of my ladies," Madam spoke in a low, dangerous tone before she leaned closer, "My ladies aren't ladies of the night! Who do you think are, hiring them and making them do whatever sick fantasies you have?!"
"No, it's not like that!" the sheriff shook his head frantically, his voice soft and gentle. His expression was stoic, but there was a hint of nervousness there.
"Liar! You need to be punished for looking down on them!" the Madam growled.
The sheriff turned away and made a soft whimper of fear. The madam almost felt sorry for him before she strikes.
She gently wiggled her fingers into his sides and grinned when she noticed how he jumped. Oh, good. Just like many tough guys she managed to break down for mistreating her ladies. They were so embarrassed of their weakness that they wouldn't dare say what she did. It was perfect.
"Snrk!" he made a sound as he tried to bury his screen deep into his shoulder while he felt the fingers attack his sides. The taller TV's body shook as he struggled to keep the giggles in.
"Aww, what's the matter, tough guy?" Madam Tele-Veesion cooed in a mocking tone as she grabbed his sides to make him jump and gasp, "Can't take a little tickling?"
"Ti-ti--heheh-tickling?" Sheriff sounded confused before a few titters escaped his lips as Madam raked her fingers deeper into his sides. He tried to hide his screen even deeper into his shoulder.
"Yes, tickling! Don't deny it, Sheriff~" she cooed as she began to rake her nails into his ribs. Oh, how he jumped and made a squeak before he started to chortle, screen buried in the shoulder, "Coochie coochie coo, tough guy!"
Madam knew about the Sheriff's reputation for being a tough, no-nonsense humourless grouch that never smiled or laughed. So, this must be even more embarrassing for him.
"Coochie coochie coo! The tickle monster loves grumps like you~" she teased as she moved her fingers down to the unprotected belly. She began to gently rake her fingers over the well-defined muscles. The lady TV felt the muscles spasm badly.
"heheeheheheHAHAHAAHAH!!" the chortles quickly turned to guffaws as the sheriff's screen jerked away from his shoulder, revealing a wide, goofy smile on the face and the screen has a pinkish blush glow, "HAHAHAAHAH!! IT FEEHEEEELS FUNEEHEE!!"
"Of course it does, silly~" the madam teased playfully as she squeezed the six-pack, making the handsome TV squeal before adorable laugh-snorts bubbled from it, "Oh my, such a tough, handsome fella bein' so sensitive. I bet the ladies can barely touch you without you giggling. No wonder yer so popular with them~"
"Wh-what do you mean--hehhe!!" Sheriff squealed as he felt claws gently scratching over his stomach, "EEHEEEK!! HAHAHAHHAHA!!!"
"Oh gosh, I wonder where else you're ticklish?" Madam Tele-Veesion cooed before she bent down and lifted one of Sheriff Tenna's legs by the ankle and placed his foot on her lap.
"What are ya doin', miss?" Sheriff asked shyly in confusion as Madam began to remove his boot and then his sock. His toes curled shyly as he noticed how the madam studied his bared foot.
"You know what they say about big feet!" the lady TV teased as she wiggled a big toe, "More places to tickle, of course! Let's not be vulgar,"
"Hehhe. I doohon't knhohow what ya mehehen-hehehHAAH!!" Sheriff struggled to keep his giggles down as his big toe was wiggled, biting his lip hard.
"Oh dear, you must be real sensitive here~" Tele-Veesion cooed playfully as she playfully tickled the big toe and underneath it to make him giggle-snort and squirm. She had to admit she enjoyed hearing the tough and very attractive sheriff's laugh. It sounded so adorable and she wanted to hear more of it. Her original reason for punishing him left her mind.
Sheriff Tenna's entire screen was glowing red from embarrassment, shyness and from laughing so much. He bit down on his lower lip to try and not let more giggles bubble from him. He hated how ugly his smile and laugh was. He tried to hide his screen into his shoulder, feeling extra self-conscious about his laugh and smile.
"Oh, don't hide that handsome screen from me!" Madam Tele-Veesion playfully scolded as she scribbled her fingers up and down the large foot, struggling not to grin as a loud laugh-snort bubbled from the usually stoic, grumpy sheriff, "It's a crime to hide away such a handsome smile and laugh!"
"It is?" the sheriff sounded confused as he peeped at the shorter TV, giggles still bubbling from him.
"Yes, and the punishment is--" Madam Tele-Veesion suddenly spidered her claws into the arch, making the sheriff shriek on top of his voice before the loudest, goofiest laughter bubbled from him, "--lots of tickles!"
"No! Noohot there! Eheeek!! It feeheeehels funee--HEHEHEHHAHAH!!" Sheriff desperately begged as his entire body shook. His foot struggled as it really tried to get away.
Out of desperation, he lifted his free leg and tried to gently push the hand away from his sensitive foot with his booted one.
"Oh, thanks!" Madam Tele-Veesion grinned as she quickly grabbed the booted foot and swiftly slipped the boot and sock off. She hastily placed both ankles into a chokehold before her fingers attacked the vulnerable soles all over, "Coochie coochie coo!"
The reaction was immediate. Sheriff shrieked desperately on top of his voice as if he was being attacked by a ferocious beast before goofy laugh-snorts bubbled from him. Toes didn't know if they should curl or splay as they were attacked. Feet tried to kick the attacking fingers away, which resulted in more tickles and being more restrained.
From outside the Sheriff's booked room, it sounded like he was being mercilessly attacked. The saloon ladies stared at each other in worry several feet away before they nodded in determination. They quickly forced the door open and barged in.
"Madam, please stop torturing him!" they shouted in unison before they noticed the scene before them: Madam Tele-Veesion holding Sheriff Tenna's ankles in a chokehold and…tickling him?
The ladies blinked in surprise. Relief washed over them, before confusion. Some tried to hide their smiles at the silly sight, some struggling not to giggle. Who would've thought the stoic, grumpy-looking-yet-secretly-a-softie sheriff would've been ticklish?
"And? Why did you ladies charge in?" the madam demanded, still holding the sheriff's ankles in a chokehold, fingers accidentally poking the sensitive soles as she glared at them. Shy giggles bubbled from the sheriff, screen red.
"We're so sorry, madam!" one of the saloon ladies piped up, "We just didn't want you to punish him for something he never did. Back when we were working at the worst saloons, he would hire us so that the creeps won't get to us. He would let us sleep in his room and he'll sleep either in the chair or on the floor. He'll even give his bed up. He never touched us and will always be such a sweet gentleman,"
"This is true?" Madam Tele-Veesion demanded before she remembered how the sheriff was sleeping on the chair. She glanced at the blushing TV, guilt pooled in her stomach before she gently let go of his ankles, "I'm very, very sorry!"
"It's okay," he replied in a soft, shy voice, "Ya didn't hurt me,"
"Untie him, please," the madam asked the girls before she leaned over to stroke the edge of his TV head, "I'm so sorry! I just wanted to embarrass you to teach you a lesson since I heard you were such a Casanova and did degrading things to them. How do I make up for you?"
"Just your apology is enough," Sheriff Tenna purred at the touch, leaning more into it. He craved the gentle touch. It felt so nice.
Madam Tele-Veesion felt her heart break before she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. His purrs were louder. Oh dear, that's a sign of someone lonely and touch-starved.
"Sheriff, you can stay here for free from now on," the madam offered, "In exchange for watching over the ladies,"
"Oh, no! I don't wanna make ya poor," Sheriff shook his head before he was surrounded by the ladies before they enveloped him into a hug, "Uh? What's this for?"
"We all came from terrible saloons that treated the saloon ladies worse than trash. Here, we are well-respected, unless it's scum from other shady towns. Most folks just come to watch us dance, have drinks and eat. So, ya can scare the worst of the worst away for us,"
"Oh, makes sense there," Sheriff Tenna nodded sleepily.
"Come, let's give you a massage. You need it," the saloon girls cooed as a couple began to massage his shoulders and others his feet, giggles coming from him before trying to tell them he doesn't want to be a bother. They cooed in reassurance he's not a bother and he needs some pampering as thanks.
Madam Tele-Veesion didn't understand why she suddenly felt a bit jealous.
The End