AT&T Girl tickled "Double Life Lily" (F/F) Featuring Dana Scully of the X-Files
Hey everyone, just here to offer up a tickle quickee. Likely my shortest entry, just a bare bones tickle fiction featuring two very prominent women in television. I just hope I do them both justice. Enjoy Taco Tuesday everyone!
What people see with their eyes is never truly the whole truth. After a lengthy day of filming AT&T’s new “Family Focus” commercial, Milana Vayntrub otherwise known to the public as “Lily” sits in her apartment in solace. Stripped of her blue shirt and tight Khaki pants Milana strums casually through a Cosmopolitan magazine.
Just as she’s becoming enthralled in the latest scandal involving America’s hottest celebrities, her ears pick up an unusual sound coming from the front door. Quick to drop the tabloid she stands to her feet and tiptoes barefoot on the solid wood floor. Her now pulsating heart fueled by anxiety beats out of her chest through the thin satin material that makes up her black lace nighty. Footsteps that aren’t her own proceed around the apartment and she crouches down low to remain as out of sight as possible. Passing through her kitchenette she picks up a cast iron frying pan with enough weight to clobber her intruder. Her only hope was that her feeble arms could carry enough force behind it to deliver a crushing blow.
Taking her position in a secluded corner of the kitchen she waits. Whoever it was would likely pass through and she could spring on them from behind. Just as her hunch comes to fruition and she lays eyes on her trespasser and instantly recognizes him, “Jacob?” She says in confusion.
The short haired man turns around, “Milana?” He says looking down on her.
Somewhat relieved she stands to her feet, but cautiously keeps the frying pan close, ready to strike, “What are you doing sneaking around in my apartment?” She finally asks.
Jacob slowly starts to step away fearing for the safety of his head as he notices her grip on the pan begin to tighten, “Could you put the frying pan down?” He utters nervously.
“First tell me what you’re doing here.” Milana insists.
Jacob holds up his index finger, “Just a second, let me show you.”
He disappears from her sight quickly returning with a black duffle bag piled high with money, “Look at this.” He says grabbing a fist full of Benjamins.
Milana shakes her head in disbelief, “Where did you get that?” She asks taking a long hard look into his eyes.
“That’s not important. What is important is that I did it for us.” He explains.
“Jacob you come in here out of the blue and throw some cash around like it makes up for lost time between us? I make more than enough shooting commercials. I don’t need your money.” She says angrily.
“And here I thought you’d be happy.” He says somberly.
Milana rolls her eyes and scoffs, “You left me Jacob. Without a word or a letter or even a God damn text! I moved on.”
Jacob drops the sack of cash and reaches out to touch her face, “I wanted to be a good provider.” He says stroking her cheek. “If I left, it was only because I was ashamed there wasn’t a penny to my name.”
“Jacob, my life has changed, and it no longer involves you. Why can’t you accept that?” She says pulling away from him.
“Mine’s been miserable without you.” He says lowering his head in shame. “Come with me darling.”
Milana shakes her head in disapproval, “This is not an honest life.” She says pointing to the sack.
“Come on darling, you can’t say you’re making that much doing those stinking commercials!” He says throwing up his hands.
Milana knows he’s right. Her share of an AT&T commercial was less than half a handful of what was in his bag, “You’re right.” She sighs.
“Come with me darling.” He says again, reaching out to her.
She wraps her arms around him gripping his behind with her hands, “Jacob I’ve missed you.” She says with sadness. Her hands feel a ring of cold steel in his pocket, “What’s that?” She asks reaching for the object.
Jacob’s face lights up like a Christmas tree as he unveils a silver bracelet adorned with strange symbols not of the English language, “It’s what helped me steal all this money.” He says happily, “Watch this.”
Jacob walks over to a nearby wall and clamps the bracelet to his wrist. Milana watches intently as her boyfriend goes even more insane attempting to walk through five inches of solid brick, “What are you doing?” She asks crossing her arms.
Before her very eyes Jacob slowly begins to dissolve becoming one with the wall, until at last he’s all but gone leaving her alone in wide eyed shock, “Jacob?” She cries out.
He materializes again from out of the wall, “Ta-da!” He says taking a bow.
“How did you do that?” Milana asks running over to touch his body.
Every inch of his solid frame remains intact as she runs her tiny hands down his sides, “It’s the bracelet babe. I can’t explain it.”
Milana’s look of concern is unmistakable as she stares at the piece of jewelry, “Where did you get that?”
Jacob giggles, “I swiped it from a museum.”
Milana smiles bright, “This is a game changer.” She giggles with delight.
“Just think babe, you in that cute little string bikini bathing in sunlight of the coast of Cancun, Mexico. No more silly commercials. Food brought up to you in bed?” He ponders aloud.
She’s quick to gobble up his words. And as the strings of possibilities continue to be voiced her morals and virtues get tossed by the wayside, “Yes! Yes!” She says hopping up and down.
“We just need a little more capital.” He says giving her a kiss goodbye. “Hide this.” He says handing her the sack.
Milana returns to her solace as she curls up alone to binge watch her favorite television show on Netflix. Her thoughts waver between focusing on the show and her boyfriend’s promises upon his return. A knock on the door breaks her concentration. Pausing the show she slips a robe over her nighty, “Coming!” She cries out.
After her run in with Jacob a loud knock in the still of the night wasn’t as jarring as it otherwise might have been. It’s only when she sees a pair of police officers awaiting entry that her heart begins to race with raw fear, “Hello officers.” She says opening the door.
A pair of flabby balding men stand at the door suddenly making her feel less self-conscious about her thick voluptuous body, “Hello mam.” One of them finally says.
“Miss Vayntrub? Is that correct?” The other officer asks.
Milana nods her head.
“I’m officer Wasterson, this is my partner Travis. We apologize for the disturbing you at such a late hour, but we have a couple of questions regarding a Jacob Grimes, we know you two have history together.” He says.
Milana again nods her head, searching for the right words to say, “Yes officer, I knew him, but I haven’t seen him in months.” She fibs.
“I see. Well then perhaps it wasn’t his vehicle stationed right outside your apartment earlier this evening Miss Vayntrub?” Wasterson says holding up his smartphone to a picture of a white Dodge Charger.
Milana’s confidence slowly dwindles like a candle in the wind. Her response would have to be cleaver and quick so as to maintain the illusion that she knew nothing.
“Well Miss Vayntrub?” Travis chimes in.
“You must be mistaken. Plenty of people drive Chargers around here.” She says dropping her gaze to the ground.
The officers turn to each other and exchange glances before returning their attention back to her, “If that’s the case I’m sure you won’t mind us taking a look around?” Wasterson asks.
“Don’t you need a warrant to search my apartment?” She replies cleverly.
“How right you are.” Wasterson smiles.
No sooner are those words spoken that Travis whips out a small piece of paper, “Would you like me to read it?” He asks taking a cocky tone of voice.
Milana reluctantly steps aside and allows the officers into her home. She paces the floor as they scour every inch of her apartment, “Well look what we have here.” Travis says pulling back the curtains to her bathtub.
“I had no idea AT&T paid their spokeswoman so well.” Wasterson says wide eyed.
In the cold confines of an interrogation room Milana sits shackled to a chair, her arresting officers standing guard outside. The tempered glass before her mirrors her reflection and she can only assume she’s being carefully studied from the other side. Every bone in her body begins to tense up at the sound of approaching footsteps. As the steel door opens up she rests her eyes on a short ghastly white red head dressed to the nines in a black blazer and matching pants.
“Hello Miss Vayntrub. My name is special agent Dana Scully. I’m with the F.B.I.” She says taking a seat directly in front of the starlet.
“Look, I already told you guys everything I know!” Milana strains, “I don’t know how that money got there.”
“Well I’m not here about the money Miss Vayntrub. It’s about an ancient artifact that seems to have been misplaced.” The special agent explains.
“What?” Milana asks in fabricated confusion.
“Apparently this Jacob Grimes, whom you knew or know, was a nighttime security guard for a local museum. On the night the artifact turns up missing he scratches gravel never to be heard from again. That is of course until his car is spotted at your place.” Scully explains.
“I’m going to tell you, like I told those other two officers, I haven’t seen him.” Milana says with conviction.
“Miss Vayntrub, you are aware that withholding information makes you an asset to the crime?” Scully explains.
Her words make Milana ponder her options, but with Jacob’s promises looming in the back of her mind she remains steadfast, “I wish I could help you, but I’ve already told you all I know.”
“Oh Miss Vayntrub, I had hoped you’d be a little more cooperative. Never the less, we have ways of extracting the truth from insubordinates.” Scully says standing to her feet, “Officers!” She shouts.
Travis and Wasterson step through the door, “Yes Miss Scully?” They say in unison.
“If you’ll please escort Miss Vayntrub to my private chambers, where we can have a more intimate conversation?” She says keeping a close eye on Milana’s facial expressions.
She’s unshackled and walked down a narrow corridor. A set of stairs descend to a room encased in steel plated walls. Milana is quick to notice the rise in temperature as it’s much warmer in there then it was above. They peel off her robe and chain her wrists to a set of restraints dangling from the ceiling. Her legs are spread apart and shackled to the ground. Once she’s immobilized the officers excuse themselves, leaving Milana alone with her thoughts.
To her right sits an array of odd items one wouldn’t expect to find bunched together on a silver tray, “Wonder what all those are for.” She asks out loud.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Scully says making her presence known. She peels off her black blazer and tosses it to the ground leaving only a thin white tank top over her slim frame.
“I already told you everything I know.” Milana says sternly.
“You keep saying that, but all my years in law enforcement tell me otherwise.” Scully says reaching out for Milana’s exposed left underarm.
“W-what are you doing?” She shrieks trying to inch away.
“My partner Fox Mulder has a vested interest in seeing that artifact returned to its rightful owners. He’s the one who sent me to question you. And I will extract information, by any means necessary.” She says slowly running her fingernail up and down Milana’s arm.
“Y-you’re going… to t-tickle mee-hee-hee!?” She snickers.
“Why? Are you ticklish?” Scully asks with intrigue.
“V-very much soo-hoo-hoo!” Miliana giggles.
Scully shakes her head in disbelief at just how gullible the young starlet was, “Well then this is going to be like taking candy from a baby isn’t it?”
Scully had spent a minute working on her nails assuring they’d be extra sharp for her victim’s delicate skin, “HEE-HEE-HEE! MISS SCULLY PLEE-HEE-HEE-ASE!” Milana’s cries bounce off the walls, echoing in the confines of their steel confinement.
“Give me what I want, and I’ll stop. It’s that simple Miss Vayntrub.” Scully says with a raised brow.
“SOMEONE HEEELP PA-HA-HA-HA! SHE’S TICKLING MEEE-HEE-HEE!” Milana shouts.
“Scream all you want. Nobody can hear you through these impenetrable steel walls.” Scully says triumphantly. With a single finger she works
her victim’s arm delicately gliding it along her sensitive skin.
Shaking her body to the limits of her restraints Milana begs for mercy amidst the fits of giggles being forced out of her, “MISS SCULLY PLEE-HEE-HEE-ASE! I TOLD YOOOU-HOO-HOO! I KNOW NOTHING!” Her high pitched squeals bounce off the walls surrounding the room with heavenly sounds.
Scully ads the rest of her fingers into the equation raining not one, but ten sharp fingernails down on her unsuspecting captive, “That’s not the answer I’m looking for Miss Vayntrub.” Scully says disappointed. “But that’s okay. I can do this all night if needs be.” She says scribbling her fingers over every inch of Milana’s arm.
Milana throws her head back as involuntary reactions begin to take over her sense of control, “WHA-HA-HA-HA! MISS SCULLY PLEE-HEE-HEE-ASE! I HAVEN’T… SEEN JACOB-BA-HA-HA!” She pleads.
“Perhaps I’m being too nice.” Scully says pressing her thumbs deep into her captive’s supple underarms, “You’ll talk eventually. They all do.”
Milana tries desperately to shake the hands of her attacker twitching and bouncing off the balls of her feet, “OH GOD-DA-HA-HA! SHIT! WHY DID I TELL YOU I WAS TICKLISSSH-HEE-HEE-HEE!?”
“Why indeed?” Scully says, still trying to wrap her head around such foolishness.
Milana’s arms are as soft as fresh baked bread and Scully exploits them with firm yet gentle squeezes, “Tell me what I need to know, and I’ll spare you any further torture.” She says sternly.
Milana shakes her head in disarray refusing to cooperate, the thought of Jacob’s return still fresh in her mind, “I KNOW NOOOTHING-GA-HA-HA-HA!” She screeches.
“Oh Miss Vayntrub, why are you covering for him? What has he promised you?” Scully pries a little deeper.
Milana thrusts her body backwards as her captor scratches profusely behind her ears, “I TOOO-HOO-HOOLD YOU ALL I KNOW-WA-HA-HA!” She insists.
“How disappointing.” Scully says running her fingers down Milana’s black satin nighty.
“Please, no more!” She begs tensing her body in anticipation.
Scully presses her hands against her victim’s curvaceous body, feeling up every soft and supple inch of tender flesh, “You’re going to tell me.” Scully says with a smile resting her hands on Milana’s ribcage.
“I swear… I know NA-HA-HA-HA!” Her voice cracks into involuntary fits of giggles as her captor’s fingers run up and down her ribs with jarring thrusts.
“What’s that honey? You know something?” Scully verbally taunts. Milana’s nighty makes her already baby smooth skin that much more delicate to the touch and she wastes no time raking her nails along her prisoner’s sides, “Ooh, does that tickle? This night gown isn’t doing you any favors now is it Miss Vayntrub?”
Milana’s first and only reaction is to giggle profusely, her mind seemingly lost in the translation of laughter pouring out from within her, “HEE-HEE-HEE! THAT-TA-HA TICKLES-SEE-HEE-HEE!” She shouts with glee.
“Are you ready to talk?” Scully asks smoothing out the wrinkles of Milana’s nighty.
It takes a few deep breaths for her to recompose, the heat of the room suddenly a factor as a small trickle of sweat runs down her back, “Jacob left me, months ago. Besides, I’ve been so busy filming for AT&T, which reminds me, can I interest you in a new data plan?” She banters.
Scully scoffs, “Save it. I know he visited you. Now give him up.” She demands.
Milana shakes her head, “Never! I won’t tell you anything!”
Scully points a finger at her captive, “So you do know something.”
Milana’s eyes grow wide as she’s just realized what a crucial error she’s just committed, “I mean… I mean…” She says trying to reverse her last words.
“Too late honey.” Scully says wrapping her hands around her victim’s waist.
Tickling sensations rouse from her midsection as her interrogator’s tiny fingers dig deep into her flesh and bones, “MISS SCULLY NOOO! WHAA-HA-HA-HA! PLEASE S-STOP! PLEE-HEE-HEE-ASE!”
Scully bashes Milana’s belly like a plate of putty rippling her flesh with vivacious finger thrusts plunging deep into her core, “I think… if I spread my fingers like THIS… I get better coverage!” She says alluding to AT&T’s nationwide range.
“SHHHHIT-TA-HA-HA! WHY TICKLING? WHY-YA-HA-HA-HA!”
“Because it’s very effective! Primitive, but very effective.” Scully remarks. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
Milana’s body responds with gyrating hip thrusts the likes of a belly dancer putting on the performance of a lifetime, “JEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEZE! WHA-HA-HA-HA!”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Scully teases.
Slowly walking behind her Scully’s graced with the visual beauty that is Milana’s firm round butt. Her night gown did little to shield it from view as it lay scantily clad for her amusement, “I spy two big reasons for Jacob to come slinking around.” She says giving each cheek a light slap.
“Oh come on Miss Scully… I don’t know anything! Please don’t tickle my ass!” She begs.
“Oh, this… I’m going to tickle for my own guilty pleasure.” She admits willfully.
A part of Scully, the more adventurous side of her had always taken a fascination with women. Having worked alongside men for a number of years, the female anatomy was something of a refreshing view and what better body to ogle, than Milana’s?
“You don’t have to do this!” She pleads.
“My partner is counting on me, and I can’t let him down.” Scully says lightly tracing circles on her captive’s butt cheeks through thin satin panties.
Milana is quick to jolt off the balls of her feet inadvertently pressing her butt against Scully’s face. Quick to give her left cheek a nibble Scully has to be careful not to go beyond her jurisdiction, “OUCH CHA-HA-HA-HA! DID YOU JUST BITE MY AAAASSS-AH-HA-HA-HA!”
Reverting to fingers Scully sinks her digits into Milana’s plump cheeks making them jiggle like two bowls of gelatin, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” She says slowly.
Milana tugs at her restraints pulling aimlessly as her vulnerable butt is viciously ravaged, “NEVER-RA-HA-HA! HE’LL COME FOR MEEE-HEE-HEE!” She blurts.
Scully pulls away and walks around to face her, “Face it honey, he’s long gone. Whatever plans you may have had are over.”
Milana breaths heavily in an attempt to catch her breath, “You’re wrong!” She shouts.
Scully kneels down placing her hands on Milana’s plush feet, “You’re only making this harder on yourself Miss Vayntrub.” She says raking her nails up and down her soles.
The tickling sensations course up her legs, as Scully’s nails scurry about like an army of crawling ants, “WHEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! NOT THE FEET! NOT THE FEE-HEE-HEE-EET! LEAVE MEEE FEETS ALONE-NEE-HEE-HEE!” She squeals.
Scully keeps to light playful traces of her victim’s every wrinkle sure to not leave an inch unexplored, “Is he really worth all this?” Scully asks.
Milana struggles to reply, gasping for air as her shell shocked body attempts to process every sensation coursing through it. Sweat trickles down her back as the combination of sporadic movements and thrashes drain her body of energy; her belly, aching and sore as if she’d just done a hundred sit ups.
Using forceful drilling motions Scully penetrates the gaps between Milana’s toes scraping the silky smooth skin that makes up her digits, “Tickles like a bitch doesn’t it?” She comments.
With Milana’s eyes tightly shut and Scully completely enthralled in her feet neither of them had noticed something materializing through the wall. Slowly, the image of a man becomes more and more clear, until at last he’s completely through.
Having put two and two together Jacob knew his beloved Milana had been taken in for questioning. What caught him by surprise was the method in which the interrogation was being administered.
Sneaking up on the unsuspecting Scully was a breeze as she was hunched over busily tickling Milana’s feet. With a nearby brick sized book Jacob whacks Scully atop her head sending the agent sprawling to the floor in unconsciousness, “Babe are you alright?” He finally asks.
Milana, short of breath and at a loss for words simply nods her head as Jacob pats Scully down in search of keys. Limb by limb she’s released from her bondage and once set free falls into Jacob’s arms, “I knew you’d come.” She says teary eyed.
They stare down at the still unconscious special agent, “What kind of sick twisted minds are coming out of the F.B.I these days?” Jacob shakes his head in intrigue.
“She tried to tickle information out of me.” Milana says as a shiver crawls up her spine.
“Grab your robe, let’s get out of here.” Jacob says making a hasty walk towards the wall.
Milana can’t stop staring at agent Scully lying peacefully on the ground. The soreness in her ribs a blatant remainder of her torturous techniques, “Come on babe!” Jacob calls out again, “Take my hand and I can pull you through.”
Milana turns to look at him, and then back to agent Scully, “Can you possibly pull two people through?” She says quirkily twirling a lock of hair.
Deep within the confines of a basement cellar, Agent Scully begins to wake, her head still throbbing from the bonk she’d received. As she attempts to rub away the pain the fact that she’s restrained becomes abundantly clear. She stares down at her milky white midsection covered in goosebumps because of the cold. In the dimly lit room she can barely make out what appears to be her clothes piled carelessly in a corner, “HEY! SOMEBODY!” She cries out into the nothing that surrounds her.
From out of the darkness emerges the silhouette of a short voluptuous woman likely no taller than herself. As she steps closer her flawless features begin to be exposed by the cascading light, “Hello Agent Scully.” Says a familiar high pitched voice.
Scully gasps in dread as Milana steps within inches of her face, “Miss Vayntrub.” She mumbles.
“Oh how the mighty have fallen.” Milana says triumphantly.
There’s an air of silence that fills the room as the two exchange glances, only this time Scully’s calm look of confidence is all but diminished replaced instead by the unmaskable fear of being completely helpless.
“I’m going to enjoy this.” Milana says flashing a mischievous grin.
Hey everyone, just here to offer up a tickle quickee. Likely my shortest entry, just a bare bones tickle fiction featuring two very prominent women in television. I just hope I do them both justice. Enjoy Taco Tuesday everyone!
“Double Life Lily”
What people see with their eyes is never truly the whole truth. After a lengthy day of filming AT&T’s new “Family Focus” commercial, Milana Vayntrub otherwise known to the public as “Lily” sits in her apartment in solace. Stripped of her blue shirt and tight Khaki pants Milana strums casually through a Cosmopolitan magazine.
Just as she’s becoming enthralled in the latest scandal involving America’s hottest celebrities, her ears pick up an unusual sound coming from the front door. Quick to drop the tabloid she stands to her feet and tiptoes barefoot on the solid wood floor. Her now pulsating heart fueled by anxiety beats out of her chest through the thin satin material that makes up her black lace nighty. Footsteps that aren’t her own proceed around the apartment and she crouches down low to remain as out of sight as possible. Passing through her kitchenette she picks up a cast iron frying pan with enough weight to clobber her intruder. Her only hope was that her feeble arms could carry enough force behind it to deliver a crushing blow.
Taking her position in a secluded corner of the kitchen she waits. Whoever it was would likely pass through and she could spring on them from behind. Just as her hunch comes to fruition and she lays eyes on her trespasser and instantly recognizes him, “Jacob?” She says in confusion.
The short haired man turns around, “Milana?” He says looking down on her.
Somewhat relieved she stands to her feet, but cautiously keeps the frying pan close, ready to strike, “What are you doing sneaking around in my apartment?” She finally asks.
Jacob slowly starts to step away fearing for the safety of his head as he notices her grip on the pan begin to tighten, “Could you put the frying pan down?” He utters nervously.
“First tell me what you’re doing here.” Milana insists.
Jacob holds up his index finger, “Just a second, let me show you.”
He disappears from her sight quickly returning with a black duffle bag piled high with money, “Look at this.” He says grabbing a fist full of Benjamins.
Milana shakes her head in disbelief, “Where did you get that?” She asks taking a long hard look into his eyes.
“That’s not important. What is important is that I did it for us.” He explains.
“Jacob you come in here out of the blue and throw some cash around like it makes up for lost time between us? I make more than enough shooting commercials. I don’t need your money.” She says angrily.
“And here I thought you’d be happy.” He says somberly.
Milana rolls her eyes and scoffs, “You left me Jacob. Without a word or a letter or even a God damn text! I moved on.”
Jacob drops the sack of cash and reaches out to touch her face, “I wanted to be a good provider.” He says stroking her cheek. “If I left, it was only because I was ashamed there wasn’t a penny to my name.”
“Jacob, my life has changed, and it no longer involves you. Why can’t you accept that?” She says pulling away from him.
“Mine’s been miserable without you.” He says lowering his head in shame. “Come with me darling.”
Milana shakes her head in disapproval, “This is not an honest life.” She says pointing to the sack.
“Come on darling, you can’t say you’re making that much doing those stinking commercials!” He says throwing up his hands.
Milana knows he’s right. Her share of an AT&T commercial was less than half a handful of what was in his bag, “You’re right.” She sighs.
“Come with me darling.” He says again, reaching out to her.
She wraps her arms around him gripping his behind with her hands, “Jacob I’ve missed you.” She says with sadness. Her hands feel a ring of cold steel in his pocket, “What’s that?” She asks reaching for the object.
Jacob’s face lights up like a Christmas tree as he unveils a silver bracelet adorned with strange symbols not of the English language, “It’s what helped me steal all this money.” He says happily, “Watch this.”
Jacob walks over to a nearby wall and clamps the bracelet to his wrist. Milana watches intently as her boyfriend goes even more insane attempting to walk through five inches of solid brick, “What are you doing?” She asks crossing her arms.
Before her very eyes Jacob slowly begins to dissolve becoming one with the wall, until at last he’s all but gone leaving her alone in wide eyed shock, “Jacob?” She cries out.
He materializes again from out of the wall, “Ta-da!” He says taking a bow.
“How did you do that?” Milana asks running over to touch his body.
Every inch of his solid frame remains intact as she runs her tiny hands down his sides, “It’s the bracelet babe. I can’t explain it.”
Milana’s look of concern is unmistakable as she stares at the piece of jewelry, “Where did you get that?”
Jacob giggles, “I swiped it from a museum.”
Milana smiles bright, “This is a game changer.” She giggles with delight.
“Just think babe, you in that cute little string bikini bathing in sunlight of the coast of Cancun, Mexico. No more silly commercials. Food brought up to you in bed?” He ponders aloud.
She’s quick to gobble up his words. And as the strings of possibilities continue to be voiced her morals and virtues get tossed by the wayside, “Yes! Yes!” She says hopping up and down.
“We just need a little more capital.” He says giving her a kiss goodbye. “Hide this.” He says handing her the sack.
***
Milana returns to her solace as she curls up alone to binge watch her favorite television show on Netflix. Her thoughts waver between focusing on the show and her boyfriend’s promises upon his return. A knock on the door breaks her concentration. Pausing the show she slips a robe over her nighty, “Coming!” She cries out.
After her run in with Jacob a loud knock in the still of the night wasn’t as jarring as it otherwise might have been. It’s only when she sees a pair of police officers awaiting entry that her heart begins to race with raw fear, “Hello officers.” She says opening the door.
A pair of flabby balding men stand at the door suddenly making her feel less self-conscious about her thick voluptuous body, “Hello mam.” One of them finally says.
“Miss Vayntrub? Is that correct?” The other officer asks.
Milana nods her head.
“I’m officer Wasterson, this is my partner Travis. We apologize for the disturbing you at such a late hour, but we have a couple of questions regarding a Jacob Grimes, we know you two have history together.” He says.
Milana again nods her head, searching for the right words to say, “Yes officer, I knew him, but I haven’t seen him in months.” She fibs.
“I see. Well then perhaps it wasn’t his vehicle stationed right outside your apartment earlier this evening Miss Vayntrub?” Wasterson says holding up his smartphone to a picture of a white Dodge Charger.
Milana’s confidence slowly dwindles like a candle in the wind. Her response would have to be cleaver and quick so as to maintain the illusion that she knew nothing.
“Well Miss Vayntrub?” Travis chimes in.
“You must be mistaken. Plenty of people drive Chargers around here.” She says dropping her gaze to the ground.
The officers turn to each other and exchange glances before returning their attention back to her, “If that’s the case I’m sure you won’t mind us taking a look around?” Wasterson asks.
“Don’t you need a warrant to search my apartment?” She replies cleverly.
“How right you are.” Wasterson smiles.
No sooner are those words spoken that Travis whips out a small piece of paper, “Would you like me to read it?” He asks taking a cocky tone of voice.
Milana reluctantly steps aside and allows the officers into her home. She paces the floor as they scour every inch of her apartment, “Well look what we have here.” Travis says pulling back the curtains to her bathtub.
“I had no idea AT&T paid their spokeswoman so well.” Wasterson says wide eyed.
***
In the cold confines of an interrogation room Milana sits shackled to a chair, her arresting officers standing guard outside. The tempered glass before her mirrors her reflection and she can only assume she’s being carefully studied from the other side. Every bone in her body begins to tense up at the sound of approaching footsteps. As the steel door opens up she rests her eyes on a short ghastly white red head dressed to the nines in a black blazer and matching pants.
“Hello Miss Vayntrub. My name is special agent Dana Scully. I’m with the F.B.I.” She says taking a seat directly in front of the starlet.
“Look, I already told you guys everything I know!” Milana strains, “I don’t know how that money got there.”
“Well I’m not here about the money Miss Vayntrub. It’s about an ancient artifact that seems to have been misplaced.” The special agent explains.
“What?” Milana asks in fabricated confusion.
“Apparently this Jacob Grimes, whom you knew or know, was a nighttime security guard for a local museum. On the night the artifact turns up missing he scratches gravel never to be heard from again. That is of course until his car is spotted at your place.” Scully explains.
“I’m going to tell you, like I told those other two officers, I haven’t seen him.” Milana says with conviction.
“Miss Vayntrub, you are aware that withholding information makes you an asset to the crime?” Scully explains.
Her words make Milana ponder her options, but with Jacob’s promises looming in the back of her mind she remains steadfast, “I wish I could help you, but I’ve already told you all I know.”
“Oh Miss Vayntrub, I had hoped you’d be a little more cooperative. Never the less, we have ways of extracting the truth from insubordinates.” Scully says standing to her feet, “Officers!” She shouts.
Travis and Wasterson step through the door, “Yes Miss Scully?” They say in unison.
“If you’ll please escort Miss Vayntrub to my private chambers, where we can have a more intimate conversation?” She says keeping a close eye on Milana’s facial expressions.
She’s unshackled and walked down a narrow corridor. A set of stairs descend to a room encased in steel plated walls. Milana is quick to notice the rise in temperature as it’s much warmer in there then it was above. They peel off her robe and chain her wrists to a set of restraints dangling from the ceiling. Her legs are spread apart and shackled to the ground. Once she’s immobilized the officers excuse themselves, leaving Milana alone with her thoughts.
To her right sits an array of odd items one wouldn’t expect to find bunched together on a silver tray, “Wonder what all those are for.” She asks out loud.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Scully says making her presence known. She peels off her black blazer and tosses it to the ground leaving only a thin white tank top over her slim frame.
“I already told you everything I know.” Milana says sternly.
“You keep saying that, but all my years in law enforcement tell me otherwise.” Scully says reaching out for Milana’s exposed left underarm.
“W-what are you doing?” She shrieks trying to inch away.
“My partner Fox Mulder has a vested interest in seeing that artifact returned to its rightful owners. He’s the one who sent me to question you. And I will extract information, by any means necessary.” She says slowly running her fingernail up and down Milana’s arm.
“Y-you’re going… to t-tickle mee-hee-hee!?” She snickers.
“Why? Are you ticklish?” Scully asks with intrigue.
“V-very much soo-hoo-hoo!” Miliana giggles.
Scully shakes her head in disbelief at just how gullible the young starlet was, “Well then this is going to be like taking candy from a baby isn’t it?”
Scully had spent a minute working on her nails assuring they’d be extra sharp for her victim’s delicate skin, “HEE-HEE-HEE! MISS SCULLY PLEE-HEE-HEE-ASE!” Milana’s cries bounce off the walls, echoing in the confines of their steel confinement.
“Give me what I want, and I’ll stop. It’s that simple Miss Vayntrub.” Scully says with a raised brow.
“SOMEONE HEEELP PA-HA-HA-HA! SHE’S TICKLING MEEE-HEE-HEE!” Milana shouts.
“Scream all you want. Nobody can hear you through these impenetrable steel walls.” Scully says triumphantly. With a single finger she works
her victim’s arm delicately gliding it along her sensitive skin.
Shaking her body to the limits of her restraints Milana begs for mercy amidst the fits of giggles being forced out of her, “MISS SCULLY PLEE-HEE-HEE-ASE! I TOLD YOOOU-HOO-HOO! I KNOW NOTHING!” Her high pitched squeals bounce off the walls surrounding the room with heavenly sounds.
Scully ads the rest of her fingers into the equation raining not one, but ten sharp fingernails down on her unsuspecting captive, “That’s not the answer I’m looking for Miss Vayntrub.” Scully says disappointed. “But that’s okay. I can do this all night if needs be.” She says scribbling her fingers over every inch of Milana’s arm.
Milana throws her head back as involuntary reactions begin to take over her sense of control, “WHA-HA-HA-HA! MISS SCULLY PLEE-HEE-HEE-ASE! I HAVEN’T… SEEN JACOB-BA-HA-HA!” She pleads.
“Perhaps I’m being too nice.” Scully says pressing her thumbs deep into her captive’s supple underarms, “You’ll talk eventually. They all do.”
Milana tries desperately to shake the hands of her attacker twitching and bouncing off the balls of her feet, “OH GOD-DA-HA-HA! SHIT! WHY DID I TELL YOU I WAS TICKLISSSH-HEE-HEE-HEE!?”
“Why indeed?” Scully says, still trying to wrap her head around such foolishness.
Milana’s arms are as soft as fresh baked bread and Scully exploits them with firm yet gentle squeezes, “Tell me what I need to know, and I’ll spare you any further torture.” She says sternly.
Milana shakes her head in disarray refusing to cooperate, the thought of Jacob’s return still fresh in her mind, “I KNOW NOOOTHING-GA-HA-HA-HA!” She screeches.
“Oh Miss Vayntrub, why are you covering for him? What has he promised you?” Scully pries a little deeper.
Milana thrusts her body backwards as her captor scratches profusely behind her ears, “I TOOO-HOO-HOOLD YOU ALL I KNOW-WA-HA-HA!” She insists.
“How disappointing.” Scully says running her fingers down Milana’s black satin nighty.
“Please, no more!” She begs tensing her body in anticipation.
Scully presses her hands against her victim’s curvaceous body, feeling up every soft and supple inch of tender flesh, “You’re going to tell me.” Scully says with a smile resting her hands on Milana’s ribcage.
“I swear… I know NA-HA-HA-HA!” Her voice cracks into involuntary fits of giggles as her captor’s fingers run up and down her ribs with jarring thrusts.
“What’s that honey? You know something?” Scully verbally taunts. Milana’s nighty makes her already baby smooth skin that much more delicate to the touch and she wastes no time raking her nails along her prisoner’s sides, “Ooh, does that tickle? This night gown isn’t doing you any favors now is it Miss Vayntrub?”
Milana’s first and only reaction is to giggle profusely, her mind seemingly lost in the translation of laughter pouring out from within her, “HEE-HEE-HEE! THAT-TA-HA TICKLES-SEE-HEE-HEE!” She shouts with glee.
“Are you ready to talk?” Scully asks smoothing out the wrinkles of Milana’s nighty.
It takes a few deep breaths for her to recompose, the heat of the room suddenly a factor as a small trickle of sweat runs down her back, “Jacob left me, months ago. Besides, I’ve been so busy filming for AT&T, which reminds me, can I interest you in a new data plan?” She banters.
Scully scoffs, “Save it. I know he visited you. Now give him up.” She demands.
Milana shakes her head, “Never! I won’t tell you anything!”
Scully points a finger at her captive, “So you do know something.”
Milana’s eyes grow wide as she’s just realized what a crucial error she’s just committed, “I mean… I mean…” She says trying to reverse her last words.
“Too late honey.” Scully says wrapping her hands around her victim’s waist.
Tickling sensations rouse from her midsection as her interrogator’s tiny fingers dig deep into her flesh and bones, “MISS SCULLY NOOO! WHAA-HA-HA-HA! PLEASE S-STOP! PLEE-HEE-HEE-ASE!”
Scully bashes Milana’s belly like a plate of putty rippling her flesh with vivacious finger thrusts plunging deep into her core, “I think… if I spread my fingers like THIS… I get better coverage!” She says alluding to AT&T’s nationwide range.
“SHHHHIT-TA-HA-HA! WHY TICKLING? WHY-YA-HA-HA-HA!”
“Because it’s very effective! Primitive, but very effective.” Scully remarks. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
Milana’s body responds with gyrating hip thrusts the likes of a belly dancer putting on the performance of a lifetime, “JEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEZE! WHA-HA-HA-HA!”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Scully teases.
Slowly walking behind her Scully’s graced with the visual beauty that is Milana’s firm round butt. Her night gown did little to shield it from view as it lay scantily clad for her amusement, “I spy two big reasons for Jacob to come slinking around.” She says giving each cheek a light slap.
“Oh come on Miss Scully… I don’t know anything! Please don’t tickle my ass!” She begs.
“Oh, this… I’m going to tickle for my own guilty pleasure.” She admits willfully.
A part of Scully, the more adventurous side of her had always taken a fascination with women. Having worked alongside men for a number of years, the female anatomy was something of a refreshing view and what better body to ogle, than Milana’s?
“You don’t have to do this!” She pleads.
“My partner is counting on me, and I can’t let him down.” Scully says lightly tracing circles on her captive’s butt cheeks through thin satin panties.
Milana is quick to jolt off the balls of her feet inadvertently pressing her butt against Scully’s face. Quick to give her left cheek a nibble Scully has to be careful not to go beyond her jurisdiction, “OUCH CHA-HA-HA-HA! DID YOU JUST BITE MY AAAASSS-AH-HA-HA-HA!”
Reverting to fingers Scully sinks her digits into Milana’s plump cheeks making them jiggle like two bowls of gelatin, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” She says slowly.
Milana tugs at her restraints pulling aimlessly as her vulnerable butt is viciously ravaged, “NEVER-RA-HA-HA! HE’LL COME FOR MEEE-HEE-HEE!” She blurts.
Scully pulls away and walks around to face her, “Face it honey, he’s long gone. Whatever plans you may have had are over.”
Milana breaths heavily in an attempt to catch her breath, “You’re wrong!” She shouts.
Scully kneels down placing her hands on Milana’s plush feet, “You’re only making this harder on yourself Miss Vayntrub.” She says raking her nails up and down her soles.
The tickling sensations course up her legs, as Scully’s nails scurry about like an army of crawling ants, “WHEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! NOT THE FEET! NOT THE FEE-HEE-HEE-EET! LEAVE MEEE FEETS ALONE-NEE-HEE-HEE!” She squeals.
Scully keeps to light playful traces of her victim’s every wrinkle sure to not leave an inch unexplored, “Is he really worth all this?” Scully asks.
Milana struggles to reply, gasping for air as her shell shocked body attempts to process every sensation coursing through it. Sweat trickles down her back as the combination of sporadic movements and thrashes drain her body of energy; her belly, aching and sore as if she’d just done a hundred sit ups.
Using forceful drilling motions Scully penetrates the gaps between Milana’s toes scraping the silky smooth skin that makes up her digits, “Tickles like a bitch doesn’t it?” She comments.
With Milana’s eyes tightly shut and Scully completely enthralled in her feet neither of them had noticed something materializing through the wall. Slowly, the image of a man becomes more and more clear, until at last he’s completely through.
Having put two and two together Jacob knew his beloved Milana had been taken in for questioning. What caught him by surprise was the method in which the interrogation was being administered.
Sneaking up on the unsuspecting Scully was a breeze as she was hunched over busily tickling Milana’s feet. With a nearby brick sized book Jacob whacks Scully atop her head sending the agent sprawling to the floor in unconsciousness, “Babe are you alright?” He finally asks.
Milana, short of breath and at a loss for words simply nods her head as Jacob pats Scully down in search of keys. Limb by limb she’s released from her bondage and once set free falls into Jacob’s arms, “I knew you’d come.” She says teary eyed.
They stare down at the still unconscious special agent, “What kind of sick twisted minds are coming out of the F.B.I these days?” Jacob shakes his head in intrigue.
“She tried to tickle information out of me.” Milana says as a shiver crawls up her spine.
“Grab your robe, let’s get out of here.” Jacob says making a hasty walk towards the wall.
Milana can’t stop staring at agent Scully lying peacefully on the ground. The soreness in her ribs a blatant remainder of her torturous techniques, “Come on babe!” Jacob calls out again, “Take my hand and I can pull you through.”
Milana turns to look at him, and then back to agent Scully, “Can you possibly pull two people through?” She says quirkily twirling a lock of hair.
***
Deep within the confines of a basement cellar, Agent Scully begins to wake, her head still throbbing from the bonk she’d received. As she attempts to rub away the pain the fact that she’s restrained becomes abundantly clear. She stares down at her milky white midsection covered in goosebumps because of the cold. In the dimly lit room she can barely make out what appears to be her clothes piled carelessly in a corner, “HEY! SOMEBODY!” She cries out into the nothing that surrounds her.
From out of the darkness emerges the silhouette of a short voluptuous woman likely no taller than herself. As she steps closer her flawless features begin to be exposed by the cascading light, “Hello Agent Scully.” Says a familiar high pitched voice.
Scully gasps in dread as Milana steps within inches of her face, “Miss Vayntrub.” She mumbles.
“Oh how the mighty have fallen.” Milana says triumphantly.
There’s an air of silence that fills the room as the two exchange glances, only this time Scully’s calm look of confidence is all but diminished replaced instead by the unmaskable fear of being completely helpless.
“I’m going to enjoy this.” Milana says flashing a mischievous grin.
