YouNeverKnow175
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Kyle sent the link to his staff not because he had any illusion that they would actually want to make a video, but because he was curious what their response would be. He had sent it to a few other female friends, just to see what it would reveal about their thoughts on being tickled for twenty-five seconds, and it had yielded some pretty interesting responses. So he figured he’d take the risk. He knew the two girls well enough and they were playful enough that he knew they wouldn’t get freaked out or offended by their boss sending them a link about tickling videos.
The article, of course, was a very mainstream article about America’s Funniest Home Video’s new campaign to raise money for Toys for Tots by having people send in videos of themselves being tickled for 25 seconds. For each video received, AMF would donate $5 to the charity. As a lover of tickling, Kyle was amazed that this had been announced, and he and his fellow members of the TMF remarked on the forum about their hopes and dreams of what this could bring.
In sending this to his two staff at the non-profit where they worked, he was particularly interested in any response that CJ would have to it. For years of working together, he’d found the 28-year-old attractive, but because he was her supervisor, he had never tried to tickle her - though he’d been tempted many times. CJ’s tough, strong, confident and stubborn personality made her great at her job but also challenging to work with at times, and also made Kyle particularly curious about how that toughness would hold up against tickling.
Within minutes after he sent the email, he heard Jessamyn cry out from her office, “This is hilarious! Wow!” Jessamyn had long, light-brown hair, hazel eyes and wore thick glasses. She was nerdy, smart, silly, and slightly awkward. She stood 5’7” and wore light jeans and a flowery silk top reminiscent of the sixties. She was 27 years old.
“Toys for Tots!” CJ shouted. “They’re an awesome organization! Too bad they’re trying to raise money by having people GET TICKLED!!! How dumb can you be?”
Kyle got up from his desk and walked toward the ladies’ office. “It is kind of dumb, right?” he said in response to CJ.
“Totally!” CJ exclaimed, almost indignant. “Who tries to raise money by getting people to do something that’s torture??”
“Well CJ,” said Jessamyn, “‘it’s like the Ice Bucket Challenge. You do something that you don’t want to do as a way of showing how dedicated you are to the charity. Hey, I think it’s smart. Getting a bunch of people to show how much they value your organization - even at the cost of being tortured themselves - is good marketing.”
“Sounds desperate to me! But I do respect their organization. I had a friend who worked for them - they do really good stuff.”
“Well, we all know how hard it is for non-profits to raise funds and have enough resources,” said Jessamyn. “We should totally do it! We should help them out and make a video!”
Kyle’s eyebrows elevated.
“It’s true,” CJ said. “We could show our support for them and be public about it and people would respect us for that.”
“Or…we could just help them…” said Jessamyn, giving her colleague a look.
They looked to Kyle for approval.
Kyle put up his hands. “I’m all for helping other non-profits. If you two are inspired by that, by all means, let’s do it.”
“Okay!” said Jessamyn. “Let’s do it! So….who’s getting tickled…?”
An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Then Kyle said, “Sorry ladies, I think I need to relegate myself to film crew on this one. As the boss, you know, I can’t be putting my hands all over my staff…” He said it playfully, but they all knew it was true, too.
“It has to be you,” said CJ.
“Why me?” Jessamyn asked, sounding almost offended.
“It just does.”
“Flip a coin?”
CJ hesitated. “Fine,” she sighed. She reached in her pocket, pulled out a quarter. “Kyle, you call it,” she said.
“Okay, but I take no responsibility for the outcome…” Kyle said with a grin. He tossed the coin in the air and called out, “Heads, CJ gets tickled, tails it’s Jess!”
The coin fell to the floor, bounced once and landed heads up.
“Fuck,” CJ said, her voice full of genuine dread.
“Okay, let’s go. Where are we doing this? Let’s go to the lounge!” Jessamyn said. They walked out of their offices, through the corridor to the lounge, where there was a couch and several chairs. “Lie down, CJ!” Jessamyn said excitedly.
“God, how did I get into this mess?” CJ said. She lay down on the couch. She had on black slacks, a navy blue button-down blouse, and light brown flats without socks.
Kyle pulled out his phone and opened the video app. In his screen he saw the beautiful CJ, with her dark hair just shy of her shoulders, her brown eyes, her 5’6” frame. “Okay,” said Kyle, trying to play it cool. “Ready to roll when you are…”
“Jess, wait -“ CJ said nervously. “Twenty-five seconds - that seems like a long time. How about, um, fifteen?”
“The rules say twenty-five!!” Jessamyn exclaimed defensively. “They won’t donate if we don’t play by the rules!”
“Fuck,” CJ said again. “I’m so ticklish….” She shook her head in disbelief.
Kyle was grateful he had started recorded and caught that statement on film. That was a gem.
“Okay, ready? Take off your shoes, Ceej,” Jessamyn ordered.
“What? No fucking way!” CJ had always had a mouth on her, especially when she was really putting on her tough girl front, but Kyle was fascinated how much she was swearing now.
“CJ, do it!” Jessamyn said. When CJ didn’t, she grabbed her co-worker’s shoe herself and pulled it off. It revealed CJ’s size 7 left foot, with her big toe as the biggest and all the other toes following in a “staircase” pattern. Her sole was pink. Kyle had never seen her toenails painted, for years, until just a few months ago when for the first time she suddenly had them painted bright red. Today, again, they were the same color.
“HEY!!” CJ yelled. Jessamyn went to grab the other and CJ pulled her leg away, and started trying to kick Jessamyn with her bare foot. Jessamyn nearly lost her footing and then did, sliding onto the couch, sitting on CJ’s legs. Unintentionally, she had ended up in the perfect position to easily remove CJ’s other shoe. Then she got up defiantly, proud of her victory.
“Fuck you, Jessamyn,” CJ said with a tone that mixed playfulness and genuine a genuine threatening-sounding quality. “Don’t spend the whole time tickling my feet, okay?”
“I won’t! I have to make sure to get all the best spots. I’ll move around. Ready?”
CJ closed her eyes. “No!”
“Too bad!” Jessamyn said. “Are we rolling?” she asked Kyle.
“We’re rolling,” he said.
“Okay,” said Jessamyn. “We’re here at work today, tickling CJ for the America’s Funniest Home Videos Tickle Challenge, to raise money for Toys for Tots! Ready CJ?”
“I said NO!” CJ said, turning partially onto her side to face the back of the couch, and curling half-way into a fetal position.
“Too bad!” Jessamyn said again, this time lunging at her friend and tickling her exposed side.
Eruption is the only way to describe CJ’s reaction. Her laughter turned into a roar almost instantaneously. After spending a few seconds tickling her side, Jessamyn pulled her friend back fully onto her back and leaned over her, reaching her hands now to both of her sides and tickling up and down.
CJ kicked madly and laughed even harder. “FUU-CKKKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” she yelled. “CJ, there might be kids watching this!” Jessamyn scolded, only half-jokingly. Then she started tickling CJ’s stomach.
“DOOOONN’TT!!!!” CJ bellowed with laughter. Her laugh was characteristically deep and powerful. She writhed on the couch, at one point almost rolling off before Jessamyn shoved her forcefully back.
Kyle could barely contain himself as he saw Jessamyn move to a kneeling position right by CJ’s bare feet. The position change gave CJ a brief, one-second rest to catch her breath after ten seconds straight of tickling. Fifteen still remained, and Jessamyn seemed to be zeroing in knowingly, based on CJ’s fight to keep her shoes on.
CJ opened her eyes after her brief respite and saw Jessamyn kneeling at her feet. “NO!!!” she yelled. “DON’T TOUCH MY FEET YOU BITCH!!” She tried to pull her legs back but Jessamyn leaned forward onto the couch and just in time was able to keep CJ’s feet in place by leaning all her upper body’s weight on CJ’s legs and wrapping them tightly with her arm. With the other hand, she began wiggling her fingers all over CJ’s soles.
CJ let out an uncharacteristically girlish shriek and then cackled. Her upper body bucked wildly. Jessamyn dug her fingers more firmly up and down her soles and then underneath her toes. CJ’s laugh became maniacal; she literally sounded like a mad woman in an insane asylum. “HAHAHAHAAAAHOOOOOWWWWWWW FUCK YOU GET THE FUCK OFF ME STOPPPPP STOPHHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA SERIOUSLY STOPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!! YOUCANTDOITONMYFEETANYMORE!!!HEEEOOOHAAAAA!!!!”
“Five seconds left…” Kyle warned.
Jessamyn tickled CJ’s feet furiously, with intense focus.
CJ grabbed one of the pillows on the back of the couch and thrust it at Jessamyn. It hit her hard but didn’t deter her. For a split second Kyle noticed a change in CJ’s facial expression, from one of anger and agony to one of sheer terror and panic, as if she simply had reached her limit and the tickling was not stopping. He looked down at her feet and saw Jessamyn’s still-wiggling fingers stuck under CJ’s toes, which were scrunched tightly.
“T-T-TIMEE!!!!” CJ screamed. “TWEEEENTYHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAFFFFF - HAHAHAHAA - FIVVVVEEEEE!!!!”
It was true, twenty-five had past and the clock was now on twenty-seven. Kyle was tempted to let it go on forever, but he called it: “Yes. Time.”
Jessamyn got in a few last second scribbles on CJ’s soles as she retracted her hands.
“HOLY FUCK!” CJ exclaimed, panting. “I can’t believe I just went through that. You fucking tortured me!!!”
“Well this video is definitely not making it past the screeners at AFV….” Jessamyn rolled her eyes.
CJ sighed again, breathing heavily. She was clearly unbelievably relieved it was over.
“Fuck, I’m so fucking ticklish. I can’t stand it. I never let anyone tickle me. Man, Toys for Tots better buy some GOOD TOYS with that money…”
“I’m glad I know this about you now, Ceej,” said Jessamyn. “It’s going to come in very handy next time we have a disagreement about how to allocate spending.”
CJ laughed. Somehow she couldn’t help herself and she wasn’t sure why. Was it thought of being tickled? Or the sheer relief of no longer being tickled? Or was her friend’s joke actually funny? Or was it a joke? “Don’t you dare,” she said.
“Seriously, how have I known you all these years and not known you are INSANELY ticklish?” Jessamyn said, clearly amazed at the display she’d just seen.
“Well, it’s not something I just go around telling everyone!! For OBVIOUS REASONS!”
“I’m not that ticklish. Except at the doctor’s. For some reason that just makes me howl.”
Kyle was still filming.
“Don’t even mention the doctor’s!” CJ said, almost angrily, emphasizing each word.
“Why not?” Jess asked.
“Well, I basically react the way I just did with you. It sucks. I’m too ticklish.”
“When they feel your stomach?” “Yes. I die. I literally - “ she paused. “Die.”
“We should have just filmed you at the doctor’s then, we could have saved you all this trouble!”
“Oh God. No. Dude, I’m like naked at the doctor’s!”
“True. That wouldn’t be fit for the children either.”
“No, nor would my violence be.”
“Violence?”
“Yeah. Um, I once kicked my doctor.”
“Was she touching your feet?”
“Hmm….well, actually, make that twice…”
“Oh my gosh! Why?”
Kyle couldn’t hide his erection but he couldn’t stop filming and walk away.
“Well, one time I was having foot pain. It was a specialist. He was touching my feet all over and asking me how it felt. I was like, ‘IT FUCKING TICKLES!!’ and then I accidentally kicked him in the stomach.”
“Jeez, you’re dangerous, girl!”
“Yup. The other time it was the stomach exam. Just shoved my doctor halfway across the room. She forgave me though. Said she was sorry to torture me every year like this.”
“Oh, it’s an annual occasion?”
“Of course. Every yearly checkup. Tickle-fuckin’-torture, dude. It SUCKS.”
“I can’t believe you pushed your doctor!”
“Dude, if you knew how much she was tickling me, you wouldn’t be able to believe that I only pushed her that one moment. It took all my willpower not to throw her across the room. I’ve tried negotiating tactics too.” “Negotiating tactics?” “Yeah, like, ‘What would it take to get you to stop right now and just skip this part of the exam?’ She always says she has to do it, and it’s for my own good.”
“Well it is.”
“I guess. More like torture to me. I seriously almost peed in my pants on more than one occasion.” She leapt up off the couch and put her shoes on. “I can’t talk about being tickled anymore!” She shivered and shook her whole body like she was trying to exorcise a demon. She turned to the camera and said, “Toys for Tots, you better make damn good use of that money. That fucking tickled WAY TOO MUCH.”
The End.
The article, of course, was a very mainstream article about America’s Funniest Home Video’s new campaign to raise money for Toys for Tots by having people send in videos of themselves being tickled for 25 seconds. For each video received, AMF would donate $5 to the charity. As a lover of tickling, Kyle was amazed that this had been announced, and he and his fellow members of the TMF remarked on the forum about their hopes and dreams of what this could bring.
In sending this to his two staff at the non-profit where they worked, he was particularly interested in any response that CJ would have to it. For years of working together, he’d found the 28-year-old attractive, but because he was her supervisor, he had never tried to tickle her - though he’d been tempted many times. CJ’s tough, strong, confident and stubborn personality made her great at her job but also challenging to work with at times, and also made Kyle particularly curious about how that toughness would hold up against tickling.
Within minutes after he sent the email, he heard Jessamyn cry out from her office, “This is hilarious! Wow!” Jessamyn had long, light-brown hair, hazel eyes and wore thick glasses. She was nerdy, smart, silly, and slightly awkward. She stood 5’7” and wore light jeans and a flowery silk top reminiscent of the sixties. She was 27 years old.
“Toys for Tots!” CJ shouted. “They’re an awesome organization! Too bad they’re trying to raise money by having people GET TICKLED!!! How dumb can you be?”
Kyle got up from his desk and walked toward the ladies’ office. “It is kind of dumb, right?” he said in response to CJ.
“Totally!” CJ exclaimed, almost indignant. “Who tries to raise money by getting people to do something that’s torture??”
“Well CJ,” said Jessamyn, “‘it’s like the Ice Bucket Challenge. You do something that you don’t want to do as a way of showing how dedicated you are to the charity. Hey, I think it’s smart. Getting a bunch of people to show how much they value your organization - even at the cost of being tortured themselves - is good marketing.”
“Sounds desperate to me! But I do respect their organization. I had a friend who worked for them - they do really good stuff.”
“Well, we all know how hard it is for non-profits to raise funds and have enough resources,” said Jessamyn. “We should totally do it! We should help them out and make a video!”
Kyle’s eyebrows elevated.
“It’s true,” CJ said. “We could show our support for them and be public about it and people would respect us for that.”
“Or…we could just help them…” said Jessamyn, giving her colleague a look.
They looked to Kyle for approval.
Kyle put up his hands. “I’m all for helping other non-profits. If you two are inspired by that, by all means, let’s do it.”
“Okay!” said Jessamyn. “Let’s do it! So….who’s getting tickled…?”
An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Then Kyle said, “Sorry ladies, I think I need to relegate myself to film crew on this one. As the boss, you know, I can’t be putting my hands all over my staff…” He said it playfully, but they all knew it was true, too.
“It has to be you,” said CJ.
“Why me?” Jessamyn asked, sounding almost offended.
“It just does.”
“Flip a coin?”
CJ hesitated. “Fine,” she sighed. She reached in her pocket, pulled out a quarter. “Kyle, you call it,” she said.
“Okay, but I take no responsibility for the outcome…” Kyle said with a grin. He tossed the coin in the air and called out, “Heads, CJ gets tickled, tails it’s Jess!”
The coin fell to the floor, bounced once and landed heads up.
“Fuck,” CJ said, her voice full of genuine dread.
“Okay, let’s go. Where are we doing this? Let’s go to the lounge!” Jessamyn said. They walked out of their offices, through the corridor to the lounge, where there was a couch and several chairs. “Lie down, CJ!” Jessamyn said excitedly.
“God, how did I get into this mess?” CJ said. She lay down on the couch. She had on black slacks, a navy blue button-down blouse, and light brown flats without socks.
Kyle pulled out his phone and opened the video app. In his screen he saw the beautiful CJ, with her dark hair just shy of her shoulders, her brown eyes, her 5’6” frame. “Okay,” said Kyle, trying to play it cool. “Ready to roll when you are…”
“Jess, wait -“ CJ said nervously. “Twenty-five seconds - that seems like a long time. How about, um, fifteen?”
“The rules say twenty-five!!” Jessamyn exclaimed defensively. “They won’t donate if we don’t play by the rules!”
“Fuck,” CJ said again. “I’m so ticklish….” She shook her head in disbelief.
Kyle was grateful he had started recorded and caught that statement on film. That was a gem.
“Okay, ready? Take off your shoes, Ceej,” Jessamyn ordered.
“What? No fucking way!” CJ had always had a mouth on her, especially when she was really putting on her tough girl front, but Kyle was fascinated how much she was swearing now.
“CJ, do it!” Jessamyn said. When CJ didn’t, she grabbed her co-worker’s shoe herself and pulled it off. It revealed CJ’s size 7 left foot, with her big toe as the biggest and all the other toes following in a “staircase” pattern. Her sole was pink. Kyle had never seen her toenails painted, for years, until just a few months ago when for the first time she suddenly had them painted bright red. Today, again, they were the same color.
“HEY!!” CJ yelled. Jessamyn went to grab the other and CJ pulled her leg away, and started trying to kick Jessamyn with her bare foot. Jessamyn nearly lost her footing and then did, sliding onto the couch, sitting on CJ’s legs. Unintentionally, she had ended up in the perfect position to easily remove CJ’s other shoe. Then she got up defiantly, proud of her victory.
“Fuck you, Jessamyn,” CJ said with a tone that mixed playfulness and genuine a genuine threatening-sounding quality. “Don’t spend the whole time tickling my feet, okay?”
“I won’t! I have to make sure to get all the best spots. I’ll move around. Ready?”
CJ closed her eyes. “No!”
“Too bad!” Jessamyn said. “Are we rolling?” she asked Kyle.
“We’re rolling,” he said.
“Okay,” said Jessamyn. “We’re here at work today, tickling CJ for the America’s Funniest Home Videos Tickle Challenge, to raise money for Toys for Tots! Ready CJ?”
“I said NO!” CJ said, turning partially onto her side to face the back of the couch, and curling half-way into a fetal position.
“Too bad!” Jessamyn said again, this time lunging at her friend and tickling her exposed side.
Eruption is the only way to describe CJ’s reaction. Her laughter turned into a roar almost instantaneously. After spending a few seconds tickling her side, Jessamyn pulled her friend back fully onto her back and leaned over her, reaching her hands now to both of her sides and tickling up and down.
CJ kicked madly and laughed even harder. “FUU-CKKKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” she yelled. “CJ, there might be kids watching this!” Jessamyn scolded, only half-jokingly. Then she started tickling CJ’s stomach.
“DOOOONN’TT!!!!” CJ bellowed with laughter. Her laugh was characteristically deep and powerful. She writhed on the couch, at one point almost rolling off before Jessamyn shoved her forcefully back.
Kyle could barely contain himself as he saw Jessamyn move to a kneeling position right by CJ’s bare feet. The position change gave CJ a brief, one-second rest to catch her breath after ten seconds straight of tickling. Fifteen still remained, and Jessamyn seemed to be zeroing in knowingly, based on CJ’s fight to keep her shoes on.
CJ opened her eyes after her brief respite and saw Jessamyn kneeling at her feet. “NO!!!” she yelled. “DON’T TOUCH MY FEET YOU BITCH!!” She tried to pull her legs back but Jessamyn leaned forward onto the couch and just in time was able to keep CJ’s feet in place by leaning all her upper body’s weight on CJ’s legs and wrapping them tightly with her arm. With the other hand, she began wiggling her fingers all over CJ’s soles.
CJ let out an uncharacteristically girlish shriek and then cackled. Her upper body bucked wildly. Jessamyn dug her fingers more firmly up and down her soles and then underneath her toes. CJ’s laugh became maniacal; she literally sounded like a mad woman in an insane asylum. “HAHAHAHAAAAHOOOOOWWWWWWW FUCK YOU GET THE FUCK OFF ME STOPPPPP STOPHHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA SERIOUSLY STOPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!! YOUCANTDOITONMYFEETANYMORE!!!HEEEOOOHAAAAA!!!!”
“Five seconds left…” Kyle warned.
Jessamyn tickled CJ’s feet furiously, with intense focus.
CJ grabbed one of the pillows on the back of the couch and thrust it at Jessamyn. It hit her hard but didn’t deter her. For a split second Kyle noticed a change in CJ’s facial expression, from one of anger and agony to one of sheer terror and panic, as if she simply had reached her limit and the tickling was not stopping. He looked down at her feet and saw Jessamyn’s still-wiggling fingers stuck under CJ’s toes, which were scrunched tightly.
“T-T-TIMEE!!!!” CJ screamed. “TWEEEENTYHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAFFFFF - HAHAHAHAA - FIVVVVEEEEE!!!!”
It was true, twenty-five had past and the clock was now on twenty-seven. Kyle was tempted to let it go on forever, but he called it: “Yes. Time.”
Jessamyn got in a few last second scribbles on CJ’s soles as she retracted her hands.
“HOLY FUCK!” CJ exclaimed, panting. “I can’t believe I just went through that. You fucking tortured me!!!”
“Well this video is definitely not making it past the screeners at AFV….” Jessamyn rolled her eyes.
CJ sighed again, breathing heavily. She was clearly unbelievably relieved it was over.
“Fuck, I’m so fucking ticklish. I can’t stand it. I never let anyone tickle me. Man, Toys for Tots better buy some GOOD TOYS with that money…”
“I’m glad I know this about you now, Ceej,” said Jessamyn. “It’s going to come in very handy next time we have a disagreement about how to allocate spending.”
CJ laughed. Somehow she couldn’t help herself and she wasn’t sure why. Was it thought of being tickled? Or the sheer relief of no longer being tickled? Or was her friend’s joke actually funny? Or was it a joke? “Don’t you dare,” she said.
“Seriously, how have I known you all these years and not known you are INSANELY ticklish?” Jessamyn said, clearly amazed at the display she’d just seen.
“Well, it’s not something I just go around telling everyone!! For OBVIOUS REASONS!”
“I’m not that ticklish. Except at the doctor’s. For some reason that just makes me howl.”
Kyle was still filming.
“Don’t even mention the doctor’s!” CJ said, almost angrily, emphasizing each word.
“Why not?” Jess asked.
“Well, I basically react the way I just did with you. It sucks. I’m too ticklish.”
“When they feel your stomach?” “Yes. I die. I literally - “ she paused. “Die.”
“We should have just filmed you at the doctor’s then, we could have saved you all this trouble!”
“Oh God. No. Dude, I’m like naked at the doctor’s!”
“True. That wouldn’t be fit for the children either.”
“No, nor would my violence be.”
“Violence?”
“Yeah. Um, I once kicked my doctor.”
“Was she touching your feet?”
“Hmm….well, actually, make that twice…”
“Oh my gosh! Why?”
Kyle couldn’t hide his erection but he couldn’t stop filming and walk away.
“Well, one time I was having foot pain. It was a specialist. He was touching my feet all over and asking me how it felt. I was like, ‘IT FUCKING TICKLES!!’ and then I accidentally kicked him in the stomach.”
“Jeez, you’re dangerous, girl!”
“Yup. The other time it was the stomach exam. Just shoved my doctor halfway across the room. She forgave me though. Said she was sorry to torture me every year like this.”
“Oh, it’s an annual occasion?”
“Of course. Every yearly checkup. Tickle-fuckin’-torture, dude. It SUCKS.”
“I can’t believe you pushed your doctor!”
“Dude, if you knew how much she was tickling me, you wouldn’t be able to believe that I only pushed her that one moment. It took all my willpower not to throw her across the room. I’ve tried negotiating tactics too.” “Negotiating tactics?” “Yeah, like, ‘What would it take to get you to stop right now and just skip this part of the exam?’ She always says she has to do it, and it’s for my own good.”
“Well it is.”
“I guess. More like torture to me. I seriously almost peed in my pants on more than one occasion.” She leapt up off the couch and put her shoes on. “I can’t talk about being tickled anymore!” She shivered and shook her whole body like she was trying to exorcise a demon. She turned to the camera and said, “Toys for Tots, you better make damn good use of that money. That fucking tickled WAY TOO MUCH.”
The End.
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