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Tickle Pimp in Athens part 5 (m/f)

Kid Indy

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The Tickle Pimp in Athens

part V

by Kid Indy

"Other security called?"

"Check. They all think that she's got the flu and will not be out of the house for a few days."

"Tabloids contacted?"

"Affirmative. They're expecting us to beam them pictures by the end of the weekend."

"Police?"

"Not a problem. The chief has been told that she's having a private party, and he's going to route the officers away from the house without telling them what's going on."

"Excellent, Sean. You're well worth the twenty percent."

"Thanks, Jim."

"And it's going to be a good twenty percent."

Jim walked into the other room to make sure that their quarry was doing well. Joy sat next to her, working out the percentages and smiling broadly. The binding and the blindfold were still in place, and she had stopped trying to talk her way free. Checking his watch, Jim knew that the first, ultra-rich customers would be arriving in only an hour and a half. Jim checked the recording equipment one more time, making sure that he could get a quality DVD burn from his camera. He had to hand it to Joy; she was right that the real money was in the big plans. He grinned as he thought of the absurdity of it; the computer monitor glowed back at him; the DVD production program affirmed that this really would be G://BRITNEYSPEARSTICKLEDISC.

Jim sat and relaxed for a moment; Sean watched the monitor that would let people in through the gate. After a time sitting in silence, Jim got up and took Britney's blindfold off. She immediately began talking again: "Who are you? Sean, you and your friends are all going to jail for this! Let me go!"

Jim cupped his hand over Britney's mouth. "Miss Spears, let me talk for a moment. Nobody's going to jail, and you're going to keep Sean as your head bodyguard. Let me tell you why." He lifted his hand and began the talk that he had given so often. "We're not going to hurt you, and we're certainly not going to rape you. When we are done with the weekend, you'll be a bit tired, but no harm will come to you. I don't sell women for sex."

"WHAT? Sell women? You let me go now!" Jim's hand was soon back over her mouth.

"I acquire women and allow people to tickle them for a fee." Britney's eyes shot open; Jim was going to enjoy this. "I'm sure you're aware that many fantasize about you, Miss Spears. One sector of that population consists of tickling fetishists. They're a harmless group, really; they just want to make you laugh. And they will." Britney tried to shake her head no. Joy chuckled in amusement. "Now this weekend will not pay off for you; this one you're doing for me. But should you wish to get in on this rather lucrative business, you can always contact us, and the money will come in. For now, we've taken precautions to make sure that you don't do anything foolish. Are you familiar with the National Inquirer?"

Britney nodded, her mouth still covered.

"The Sun?"

Another nod.

"Papers like these are going to have pictures of Will here tickling you before you ever get off this bed. They're going to pitch a 'Britney Spears Fetish' story, and you'll have the choice to deny it or pursue us via legal or political means. Understand that if you do the former, people will blow it off as more tabloid trash. If you do the latter, your image as the girl next door will be replaced by the image of a pervert, and only the porn magazines will have anything to do with you. You are your image, Miss Spears. Do you understand?" He removed his hand.

"I'll tell the world that this was all against my will!"

"Ah, but Miss Spears, your closest bodyguard will have tales to tell as well. And when you blame the proprietors of a local business, you'll be begging for slander and defamation charges. If, on the outside chance, your story holds, you'll still be competing with the press calling it a coverup for the rest of your career. And you don't want that kind of career, do you, Britney?"

Britney glared at her captors. She knew she had no choice at the moment, so she asked, "So it's only tickling?"

"Yes, only tickling. If anyone tries anything else, I'll be in the room and doing damage to their persons before they know it. And they all know that I can do that." He packed his right fist into his left palm for effect.

"Alright. So are you going to... tickle me now?"

"Me? No! The highest bidder wants to be the first to tickle the bound Britney Spears. It's for bragging rights as much as pleasure. The rights to it went for quite a hefty sum."

"How much?"

"You'd be impressed... Your feet are in a league with Mark McGwire's home run ball! Of course, there's going to be a video, too."

"Video?"

"Ah, yes. We've learned a few things from your industry, Miss Spears. Distribution is everything. People will call it a hoax, but we're going to sell thousands of very realistic looking footage of Britney Spears tickled."

Now Britney was beginning to get angry. "What do I get out of this?"

"This time, nothing. Come back to make more videos, see more clients, and I'll give you a cut. This time, though, is your education. And the tuition money goes to us!" Jim chuckled at himself, then got another small laugh as he considered the pun on "footage." Sean came into the room.

"Customer number one is coming!"

Jim answered calmly, "Wonderful. Let him in."

In a room downstairs, Tina, Michelle, and Laura were walking around barefoot, their slender midsections exposed and their buns wrapped tight in spandex shorts. The nineteen bid-winners, all men except two, chatted and laughed as they waited for their turn at Britney. Michelle looked around, wondering just how much money had been dropped on this one night. She was amazed, but she quickly remembered just how much people would pay to watch a college football game, and her well-developed cynicism kicked in. Delivering beers to two of the customers, she slipped into waitress mode and asked, "Is everything alright?"

One of them, a man in his thirties, responded, "Sure it is. We have a question, though."

"What's that?" Michelle was leaning over, giving the men a shot down her shirt.

"Are you ladies available for a little fun before we go upstairs? I'm late in the list, and I'm just terribly curious." He reached for Michelle, but she slipped away.

"Actually, Tina and I have talked about this, and we'd be willing to lead Laura over here if the two of you would be interested in contributing, say, three hundred apiece to our scholarship fund."

The man laughed. "Scholarship fund?"

Michelle tugged on the front of her top, exposing even more cleavage. "Right here in the bank, if you know what I mean."

The two men conversed for a moment and agreed. "Just bring her over here, then."

"Alright, but you only get her for a little while. We do have to serve drinks, after all."

Upstairs, Britney screamed as the man approached her feet. "Get away from me! I don't want any part of this!"

The man, a stout middle age fellow, only grinned as he reached down and grabbed the toes on her right foot. She let out another scream as he pulled them back. Looking over at Jim he asked, "So this is really the first time she's been tied up and tickled?"

Jim nodded. "First time we know of."

The bald man's grin broadened as he brought his fingers to bear on her delicate soles. Joy had already primed them with warm oil, so they had a warm, soft, pink texture that just begged to be tickled. And tickle the man did. Britney, who had never before experienced helpless ticklishness, had no way to prepare; she half-screamed, half-moaned as he began the assault, and within ten seconds she was laughing hard. Jim watched as the man's eyes lit up, from the thrill of being a pioneer as much as from sheer desire. His arms crossed, Jim looked on.

Downstairs, Joy and Sean looked on as Laura, Tina, and Michelle took turns being gang-tickled by the sharks waiting for their turn upstairs. Money was flowing free, and both knew that it still was no match for the sheer volume of cash that was going into the victim upstairs. Four ticklers had gone up and come down, and each of their faces shone after their conquest. One of them, a Miami businesswoman, even stayed and paid more money to keep playing with the college girls downstairs.

And after a while it did become a playful thing, the girls and the customers creating games to play and the girls declaring how much it cost to play them. Joy was keeping mental notes as they formed a tight ring of twelve people, a hundred dollars per five-minute game, and put each of the three girls in the middle to tickle as they came within arm's reach. Tina was especially fun to watch as her long hair thrashed and her white body danced. Her bubbling giggle was intoxicating, and the men and women in the ring kept on paying in.

They played other games as well, making bets on who was the best tickler and timing how long they took to make any of the three laugh. The drinks had stopped coming, but nobody seemed to care. Sometimes there would be games, and other times they would just pay to have the girls sit on their laps to be tickled for five or ten minutes. Joy's mental tally had gotten up past two thousand dollars per girl by the time the halfway point of the night had come. The college girls, sweaty and tired but really loving the money and the attention (and, though they hated to admit it, the tickling), just kept on making up games and raking in the money.

Britney had tried to resist on customers two through six, but when the seventh, an executive for the Atlanta Braves, began to work on her firm, tan belly, she had nothing left. The five minute breaks between ticklings were welcome, but she knew quite well by now that they also kept her tolerance from building up, and she could feel every finger just as vividly as she could feel her hair get heavy with her sweat. This man's fingers were driving her crazy, just as sixty fingers before had done, and she could do nothing about it. So she abandoned herself again, laughing forced laughs as he kneaded her ribs and prodded her sides. She had no idea how much money these people were making off of all this, but after two hours of this torment, she knew that revenge had to come soon.

The man began to tickle away at her soles, and once more the smooth skin between the ball and heel of her right foot (they always went to the right foot first) betrayed her. She let out another squeal, amusing herself on top of the tickling and making her laugh even harder. Both feet, of course, fell victim, and once again it seemed like entirely too long before Jim called time. The man was escorted out, and Jim came back to see how Britney was doing. He undid her restraints and let her sit up.

"Just three more to go, kid. You're holding up great."

"So how much money are we talking about here tonight?"

"Mid seven digits, Britney. Everyone's making a whole lot of money here."

"Except me."

"Hey, you've got money. And you can make more if you come by and contact us."

"Where's that?"

"Athens Image. We're a modeling and advertising company."

Britney took close mental note of that; she might not be able to take them down legally, but someone was going to pay.

The night was winding down. The last tickler was ready to go up, and an idea occurred to him. "Hey, girls, what do you say you come up with me and help tickle?"

Tina, Laura, and Michelle looked at each other and then back at the bank owner. "Is that allowed?"

"We'll see, won't we? Come up there with me!" After some brief negotiations with Jim and an extra twenty thousand dollars down, the man and the three exhausted college girls surrounded Britney for one last tickle for the night. Britney, tired but terrified, let out one more scream before forty fingers descended on her. She had practiced not thinking about the body part that was being tickled at the time, but nothing could have prepared her for this. She bucked and laughed and squealed and thrashed as the torment overtook her. Joy, Jim, and Sean stood in the corner, keeping an eye on the tickling while looking at the bottom line. Not counting what the girls had made with their creativity downstairs, the night had brought in over five million dollars. And not even a video had been sold yet. As Britney laughed, the owners smiled.
 
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