jersey_tickler
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The Secretary’s Surprise (Prologue)
Leanne Phillippe sat at her desk, tapping her pen against her notepad. The sexy
5"4 ”redhead looked stunning in her burgundy skirt suit with a silk white blouse, tan nylons, black heeled pumps that gave her some extra height. To top it off, she wore thick framed glasses, and had her red hair in a bun. She wore suits everyday since she got her raise three months prior and put a lot of those pounds to good use. It was almost twelve, which was her hour lunch break. It had been a busy morning for her and the phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Not to mention, that she hadn’t seen her boyfriend/boss Michael Verona all day either. They were to have lunch together in just twenty minutes and he hadn’t returned to the office yet. Leanne and Michael had been seeing each other for three months, and they had an unusal relationship. Before they made love, Michael insisted on tickling her to which Leanne agreed to if he would spank her arse a few good times. Leanne hated being tickled, and she only let him do it because he was someone that she loved.
“Oh bollocks she groaned, where are you, Michael”?
Getting up from her desk, she walked down the area of cubicles and headed for his office. Michael was at his desk on the phone, he gave Leanne a wink as she took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, crossing her legs while she waited for him to get off the phone.
“Thanks mate, gotta go, it’s my lunch time said Michael, Cheers”!
Then he hung up the phone and turned to Leanne with that Cheshire Cat grin.
“Hello you, sorry I’ve been a ghost all morning but it’s been bloody awful busy”.
“It’s alright luv began Leanne, I understand, but let’s take a break and go have lunch and possibly a drink too”.
“Yes, about that stated Michael, I have to cancel due to a unannounced arrival of the president of this agency. “He’s called a special emergency meeting here at the office and then treating us to lunch at the Bestro”.
Leanne bit her lip, she was not pleased to hear this.
“I’m so sorry Lee, I didn’t want this to happen, but now there’s nothing I can do about it”. “How about if you go to lunch anyway, and let me pay for it”?
“Sure said Leanne, I can understand you not having a choice but to take an emergency meeting and I can sure as hell take a free meal as well”.
She bit her finger adorably and smiled at Michael.
“Great luv, thanks”. “However, before you go to the Bestro, can you drop off this package at the Ground Up Café over on Wimble Street”?
“Sure agreed Leanne, it’s on the way, no problem”.
She blew him a kiss after grabbing the box and heading out the door and towards the elevator.
It was only three blocks away, but Leanne could strut around in heels being that she had worn them since the age of thirteen. And now she was thirty five, so after twenty two years, she had mastered those sodding things. Looking up, she saw the Ground Up Café and walked inside. A woman, in her early twenties was at the counter and welcomed Leanne with a smile.
“Hello, can I help you, love”?
“Yes, I have a package for the owner of this establishment, Miss Celina Hoyt replied Leanne”. “I was instructed to give it to her personally, but if she’s busy than I can just leave it here”.
“Oh no, that’s not necessary said the girl, she’s in the basement, you can go right down and give it to her”.
“Okay, thanks smiled Leanne, as she made her way past the dining area and to the door marked BASEMENT. She opened the door and took the two flights of stairs down into the dimly lited area and walked ever so slowly being that she was still in heels. When she got to the bottom, she walked down a small hallway to the only room with sounds coming from behind the door. She gave a small knock with her fist.
“Hello, I have a package for Miss Hoyt, may I come in”?
No answer, just the sounds of a party going on behind the door.
“Hello repeated Leanne, I have a packaged for Miss Celina Hoyt, I just need to give it to her for my –
“Then the door burst open and a pair of hands grabbed Leanne by the flaps of her suit coat and pulled her into the room. Leanne gave a yelp, and found herself wrapped in a bear hug by a 6ft blonde.
“Who are you, and what are you doing here she demaned”?
“Please, I’m just a secretary for publicist Michael Verona, he instructed me to drop this box off for Celina Hoyt”.
The woman who held her, snatched the box, and dragged Leanne by the arm, dragging her further into the room. Leanne saw a slew of women lounging about in chairs, on the floor or on a couch. There were four of them including the woman who held her arm firmly, all of them half dressed, wearing jeans, tank tops, their bras, tight tee shirts. Every woman was either without a shirt or barefoot. Out of all the women in the room, Leanne stuck out like a sore thumb because every woman was eithere 5”9” or taller.
“Here, open this, Francis barked the woman, tossing the package to a brunette girl wearing jeans and a red tank top, she stood 5”11” in bare feet”.
“Alright Minka, stifle yourself, all-right”? “Who’s that little minx, you got there, doesn’t she know that shoes are forbidden in here and that everyone must be barefoot”.
“No way protested Leanne, I’m not going barefoot when I’m just here to drop something off, it’d be a bloody waste of time”.
I’d make it worth your time, and give you a foot massage” replied the girl as she tore open the package. Once it was open, she pulled out a six DVDs, that were perfectly sealed and wrapped. Then Leanne got a good look at the cover when another girl brought copy over and her mouth hit the floor when she saw herself in bondage right under the title of “The Secretary and the Publicist”. Tickle series volume 2
“Wh wha, wha, what is that murumured Leanne as she felt like tears of humiliation could well up any second, is that really me”?
“Indeed it is replied Minka as her grip loosened a bit. Her other hand caressed Leanne’s long red hair. “Oh my, your picture doesn’t do you credit like it does in person, you are a lovely little crumpet”.
“Thanks muttered Leanne, who made these, why would Michael send me to drop off DVDs that feature me being tickled”?
“Hmmm, it seems he wanted his main attraction to drop off videos to her fans said Francis, getting off the couch and taking Leanne by her other arm, leading her away from Minka. “He apparently wanted you to meet some of your fans, who have watched volume 1 over and over like little children do when they have a new fade”.
Francis put her arm around Leanne and kissed her on the cheek, Leanne looked both shocked and repulsed at having a stranger plant one on her face like that.
“And my, you have such great taste in attire said another blonde named Sonya, who stood 5”10”, wore jeans and a white tee. “What a lovely suit you have on, goes nice with the silk blouse!“Oh and look at your shoes, what size are they, did they cost a lot”?
“Aye responded Leanne, I wear a six and they did cost quite a bit”. She tensed up as the woman got on the other side and looked down on Leanne like she was chocolate cake.
“We love your video Lee, and we would love to see Volume 2” said Francis. “When can we expect Volume 3 to come out”?
“Would you be a dear and sign my copy asked Sonya, please”!
“There will never be a Volume 3 said Leanne firmly, and know I will not sign that sodding DVD because I am not a porn star. I am a secretary, and I am wasting my lunch break. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to take it right now, Cheers”!
She turned to leave but her foot slipped on a rope and she found herself falling forward, her chin resting on the carpeted floor. Then to her disgust, was a huge pair of dirty fat feet with sausage like toes.
“Oh God, whose nasty feet are these” she winced.
Then she looked up to the owner of the feet, and it was a big fat woman who stood at no taller than 6”3”. She had long black hair and wore a sleeveless leather dress that went down to her ankles. She was sitting in a recliner, filing her long red painted fingernails.
“Those nasty feet would be mine boomed the woman in her low deep voice, I am Sasha Ivanov and I am a tickling producer”. “You may be in the dark, so allow me to elaborate on why you’re here”.
Leanne got to her feet and then felt Sasha grab her by the collar and bring her close.
“You are here, because I am the one distributing these tickle vids and I am selling them to fans all over the world. “Yes, little one, you have fans, and they all can’t wait to see Volume 3.
“There won’t be a bloody Volume 3 snarled Leanne, because I am getting to the bottom of this right away, and Michael will no longer be having sex when I am done with him”. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to eat my lunch”.
She tried to release herself, but Sasha held her firmly in an iron grip.
"Oh do stay, you can join us for lunch, Ms. Phillippe"!
“Well, that’s kind of you, but I don’t want to impose" explained Leanne”.
“No, you won’t be imposing, because we plan on devouring a cheeky secretary in her birthday suit!
Leanne’s eyes bugged out, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing!
“There will be a Volume 3 and shooting begins today”. “In fact, shooting will begin in about thirty seconds.
“WHAT, NO, LET ME GOOOOO wailed Leanne. But Sasha just laughed and threw Leanne over her shoulder. Leanne pounded and pounded on the big woman, but her hulk like body didn’t seem the least bit phased. Lights came on, and Minka started to roll a video camera on a tripod. A stage stood a few feet away, and Sasha climbed on to the top of the stage, still holding the struggling wild cat secretary.
“Bring forth the padded table she commanded coldly
Francis, Sonya, Minka, and a another dark haired gal named Ruth carried over a huge padded table. Being tall Amazons, it wasn’t hard for them. They parked the padded table right in front of the stage. Sasha held Leanne by the collar of her coat and dangled her right above the padded table, where the ladies stood eagerly awaited like hyenas awaiting their dinner. Leanne screamed in agony, her left pump started to slip, but she caught it and kept the shoe dangling, with her stocking heel exposed.
“Behold, my dear ladies, the cheeky secretary that we’ve all enjoyed watching on DVD. But today is the day we stop watching, and make our own tickle video”. Now get ready, for the coming attraction of cheeky secretary, Leanne Phillippe”
Leanne whimpered and fought to keep her shoe from falling off, looking scared at the intentions of those four women below.
“Ladies, once she hits the table, remove her clothes, and tickle from her head to her toes”.
“NO pleaded Leanne, please, just let me go”!
“If you insist shrugged Sasha, down you go”!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH screamed Leanne as she fell onto the padded table and saw eight hands coming towards her body so they could strip off her very expensive business suit.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Leanne Phillippe sat at her desk, tapping her pen against her notepad. The sexy
5"4 ”redhead looked stunning in her burgundy skirt suit with a silk white blouse, tan nylons, black heeled pumps that gave her some extra height. To top it off, she wore thick framed glasses, and had her red hair in a bun. She wore suits everyday since she got her raise three months prior and put a lot of those pounds to good use. It was almost twelve, which was her hour lunch break. It had been a busy morning for her and the phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Not to mention, that she hadn’t seen her boyfriend/boss Michael Verona all day either. They were to have lunch together in just twenty minutes and he hadn’t returned to the office yet. Leanne and Michael had been seeing each other for three months, and they had an unusal relationship. Before they made love, Michael insisted on tickling her to which Leanne agreed to if he would spank her arse a few good times. Leanne hated being tickled, and she only let him do it because he was someone that she loved.
“Oh bollocks she groaned, where are you, Michael”?
Getting up from her desk, she walked down the area of cubicles and headed for his office. Michael was at his desk on the phone, he gave Leanne a wink as she took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, crossing her legs while she waited for him to get off the phone.
“Thanks mate, gotta go, it’s my lunch time said Michael, Cheers”!
Then he hung up the phone and turned to Leanne with that Cheshire Cat grin.
“Hello you, sorry I’ve been a ghost all morning but it’s been bloody awful busy”.
“It’s alright luv began Leanne, I understand, but let’s take a break and go have lunch and possibly a drink too”.
“Yes, about that stated Michael, I have to cancel due to a unannounced arrival of the president of this agency. “He’s called a special emergency meeting here at the office and then treating us to lunch at the Bestro”.
Leanne bit her lip, she was not pleased to hear this.
“I’m so sorry Lee, I didn’t want this to happen, but now there’s nothing I can do about it”. “How about if you go to lunch anyway, and let me pay for it”?
“Sure said Leanne, I can understand you not having a choice but to take an emergency meeting and I can sure as hell take a free meal as well”.
She bit her finger adorably and smiled at Michael.
“Great luv, thanks”. “However, before you go to the Bestro, can you drop off this package at the Ground Up Café over on Wimble Street”?
“Sure agreed Leanne, it’s on the way, no problem”.
She blew him a kiss after grabbing the box and heading out the door and towards the elevator.
It was only three blocks away, but Leanne could strut around in heels being that she had worn them since the age of thirteen. And now she was thirty five, so after twenty two years, she had mastered those sodding things. Looking up, she saw the Ground Up Café and walked inside. A woman, in her early twenties was at the counter and welcomed Leanne with a smile.
“Hello, can I help you, love”?
“Yes, I have a package for the owner of this establishment, Miss Celina Hoyt replied Leanne”. “I was instructed to give it to her personally, but if she’s busy than I can just leave it here”.
“Oh no, that’s not necessary said the girl, she’s in the basement, you can go right down and give it to her”.
“Okay, thanks smiled Leanne, as she made her way past the dining area and to the door marked BASEMENT. She opened the door and took the two flights of stairs down into the dimly lited area and walked ever so slowly being that she was still in heels. When she got to the bottom, she walked down a small hallway to the only room with sounds coming from behind the door. She gave a small knock with her fist.
“Hello, I have a package for Miss Hoyt, may I come in”?
No answer, just the sounds of a party going on behind the door.
“Hello repeated Leanne, I have a packaged for Miss Celina Hoyt, I just need to give it to her for my –
“Then the door burst open and a pair of hands grabbed Leanne by the flaps of her suit coat and pulled her into the room. Leanne gave a yelp, and found herself wrapped in a bear hug by a 6ft blonde.
“Who are you, and what are you doing here she demaned”?
“Please, I’m just a secretary for publicist Michael Verona, he instructed me to drop this box off for Celina Hoyt”.
The woman who held her, snatched the box, and dragged Leanne by the arm, dragging her further into the room. Leanne saw a slew of women lounging about in chairs, on the floor or on a couch. There were four of them including the woman who held her arm firmly, all of them half dressed, wearing jeans, tank tops, their bras, tight tee shirts. Every woman was either without a shirt or barefoot. Out of all the women in the room, Leanne stuck out like a sore thumb because every woman was eithere 5”9” or taller.
“Here, open this, Francis barked the woman, tossing the package to a brunette girl wearing jeans and a red tank top, she stood 5”11” in bare feet”.
“Alright Minka, stifle yourself, all-right”? “Who’s that little minx, you got there, doesn’t she know that shoes are forbidden in here and that everyone must be barefoot”.
“No way protested Leanne, I’m not going barefoot when I’m just here to drop something off, it’d be a bloody waste of time”.
I’d make it worth your time, and give you a foot massage” replied the girl as she tore open the package. Once it was open, she pulled out a six DVDs, that were perfectly sealed and wrapped. Then Leanne got a good look at the cover when another girl brought copy over and her mouth hit the floor when she saw herself in bondage right under the title of “The Secretary and the Publicist”. Tickle series volume 2
“Wh wha, wha, what is that murumured Leanne as she felt like tears of humiliation could well up any second, is that really me”?
“Indeed it is replied Minka as her grip loosened a bit. Her other hand caressed Leanne’s long red hair. “Oh my, your picture doesn’t do you credit like it does in person, you are a lovely little crumpet”.
“Thanks muttered Leanne, who made these, why would Michael send me to drop off DVDs that feature me being tickled”?
“Hmmm, it seems he wanted his main attraction to drop off videos to her fans said Francis, getting off the couch and taking Leanne by her other arm, leading her away from Minka. “He apparently wanted you to meet some of your fans, who have watched volume 1 over and over like little children do when they have a new fade”.
Francis put her arm around Leanne and kissed her on the cheek, Leanne looked both shocked and repulsed at having a stranger plant one on her face like that.
“And my, you have such great taste in attire said another blonde named Sonya, who stood 5”10”, wore jeans and a white tee. “What a lovely suit you have on, goes nice with the silk blouse!“Oh and look at your shoes, what size are they, did they cost a lot”?
“Aye responded Leanne, I wear a six and they did cost quite a bit”. She tensed up as the woman got on the other side and looked down on Leanne like she was chocolate cake.
“We love your video Lee, and we would love to see Volume 2” said Francis. “When can we expect Volume 3 to come out”?
“Would you be a dear and sign my copy asked Sonya, please”!
“There will never be a Volume 3 said Leanne firmly, and know I will not sign that sodding DVD because I am not a porn star. I am a secretary, and I am wasting my lunch break. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to take it right now, Cheers”!
She turned to leave but her foot slipped on a rope and she found herself falling forward, her chin resting on the carpeted floor. Then to her disgust, was a huge pair of dirty fat feet with sausage like toes.
“Oh God, whose nasty feet are these” she winced.
Then she looked up to the owner of the feet, and it was a big fat woman who stood at no taller than 6”3”. She had long black hair and wore a sleeveless leather dress that went down to her ankles. She was sitting in a recliner, filing her long red painted fingernails.
“Those nasty feet would be mine boomed the woman in her low deep voice, I am Sasha Ivanov and I am a tickling producer”. “You may be in the dark, so allow me to elaborate on why you’re here”.
Leanne got to her feet and then felt Sasha grab her by the collar and bring her close.
“You are here, because I am the one distributing these tickle vids and I am selling them to fans all over the world. “Yes, little one, you have fans, and they all can’t wait to see Volume 3.
“There won’t be a bloody Volume 3 snarled Leanne, because I am getting to the bottom of this right away, and Michael will no longer be having sex when I am done with him”. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to eat my lunch”.
She tried to release herself, but Sasha held her firmly in an iron grip.
"Oh do stay, you can join us for lunch, Ms. Phillippe"!
“Well, that’s kind of you, but I don’t want to impose" explained Leanne”.
“No, you won’t be imposing, because we plan on devouring a cheeky secretary in her birthday suit!
Leanne’s eyes bugged out, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing!
“There will be a Volume 3 and shooting begins today”. “In fact, shooting will begin in about thirty seconds.
“WHAT, NO, LET ME GOOOOO wailed Leanne. But Sasha just laughed and threw Leanne over her shoulder. Leanne pounded and pounded on the big woman, but her hulk like body didn’t seem the least bit phased. Lights came on, and Minka started to roll a video camera on a tripod. A stage stood a few feet away, and Sasha climbed on to the top of the stage, still holding the struggling wild cat secretary.
“Bring forth the padded table she commanded coldly
Francis, Sonya, Minka, and a another dark haired gal named Ruth carried over a huge padded table. Being tall Amazons, it wasn’t hard for them. They parked the padded table right in front of the stage. Sasha held Leanne by the collar of her coat and dangled her right above the padded table, where the ladies stood eagerly awaited like hyenas awaiting their dinner. Leanne screamed in agony, her left pump started to slip, but she caught it and kept the shoe dangling, with her stocking heel exposed.
“Behold, my dear ladies, the cheeky secretary that we’ve all enjoyed watching on DVD. But today is the day we stop watching, and make our own tickle video”. Now get ready, for the coming attraction of cheeky secretary, Leanne Phillippe”
Leanne whimpered and fought to keep her shoe from falling off, looking scared at the intentions of those four women below.
“Ladies, once she hits the table, remove her clothes, and tickle from her head to her toes”.
“NO pleaded Leanne, please, just let me go”!
“If you insist shrugged Sasha, down you go”!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH screamed Leanne as she fell onto the padded table and saw eight hands coming towards her body so they could strip off her very expensive business suit.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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