Making The Pig Squeal: Wendy's Night M/F (plus book link)

My new anthology, 6 More Tales To Tickle You, is now available for sale on lulu.com! It includes both Making The Pig Squeal segments as well as four other original works that can only be found in the book. I am making available Making The Pig Squeal: Brandt's Night and Wendy's Night on TMF for free!

For Brandt's night, click this link: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?298496-Making-The-Pig-Squeal-F-s-M-(Taking-Commissions)

For Wendy's Night, scroll down...

The six stories which can be found in the book are...

1. MAKING THE PIG SQUEAL: BRANDT’S NIGHT M/F F's/M. Officer Jeremy Brandt has just been assigned to Vice Squad. His first task? Uncovering a prostitution ring operating out of downtown. It doesn't take long for him to find the culprits, but these ladies of the night have no intention of going quietly...

2. NEFARIOUS FAIRY F/F. Most young women would be overjoyed to discover that fairies are real, but Maddie knows better. Fairies are not nice, or well meaning. And one in particular has special plans for her...

3. WHO DO DAT VOODOO FF/M. Jake Warren is a spoiled rich kid vacationing in Haiti. When his rudeness gets him in trouble with a voodoo priestess, she decides to get revenge via a voodoo doll. It's just unfortunate that Jake has brought a seductive young woman back to his room with him...

4. THE HAUNTING OF MARIA MUNEZ MM/F. Maria is a maid tasked with cleaning out an old house in Nassau County. A house that used to belong to two brothers who made their living making fetish videos. Both brothers were killed in a car crash, but that won't get in the way of their plans for the attractive housekeeper.

5. JUST LIKE OLD TIMES F/M M/F. Mike hasn't seen his old babysitter, Becky, in years. When she pays him a surprise visit, he finds that she is just as fun and bubbly as she ever was. And she's very interested in reliving the good times... like when she used to tickle the Hell out of him.

6. MAKING THE PIG SQUEAL: WENDY’S NIGHT M/F. On the same night that Brandt runs afoul of the four devilish streetwalkers, his partner, Wendy, discovers the identity of their pimp. But, like his ladies, he laughs at the law... and thinks the law should laugh right back!

And now for the reason most of you opened this thread, here is Making The Pig Squeal: Wendy's Night!




MAKING THE PIG SQUEAL: WENDY’S NIGHT









Wendy Daniels shook her head as she got in her car, pulling off her cheap, red wig to reveal her own natural, brown hair. She shuffled it around a bit, getting comfortable in the driver’s seat. This sting operation she was pulling with Officer Brandt wasn’t yielding any results. She was wondering if it was her rather lackluster acting abilities. For the last four nights, she had stood on a street corner near Dom’s, a tavern she and Brandt both liked to visit after work.

Her I-phone vibrated for the 11th time the last hour. It was her husband, Brian. What most people, including Brandt, didn’t know… was that Brian was soon to be her ex-husband. Like many women in this day and age, Wendy had married young. She was only 25 and had tied the knot at 22. He had been a nice guy at the time, but once the rings were on their fingers, things changed. Both of them realized that they had made a mistake. And while the divorce was mutual, he was certainly going to be on the losing end of it. He was currently between jobs and struggling to find an apartment. Wendy felt bad for him, but at the same time, she was hoping he would grow up a little from the experience. She would not miss the feeling that she was having to constantly take care of him.

“Jesus, Bry.” She read his messages. Now he was being petty, wanting more money and dragging out the proceedings. He was now little more than a large thorn in her side. She didn’t respond. Instead, she put her phone into the car’s center console and sighed. She needed a drink. She had gotten the call that Brandt had reported some punk about an hour earlier in the tavern. It was going to be closing soon, but Ray, the bartender and owner, had a thing for her. She knew that. He would probably let her get a round in before he locked up. It seemed like a great idea.









She walked in the door and saw Ray sweeping near the pool table. There didn’t appear to be anyone else there. He looked up at her and waved with a smile.

“Officer Daniels! So good to see you. If you’re looking for Brandt, you just missed him.” He was dressed casually. A black tee shirt and loose jeans. Wendy looked down at her own attire and felt embarrassed. Here she was, a professional police officer, walking around in cut-off Daisy Dukes, and a cobalt blue, buttoned blouse which was tied just under her substantial bosom, revealing her entire abdomen. Her bright blue high heels completed her streetwalker outfit. One thing was certain: She looked nothing like a cop. She looked more like a sorority pledge on her way to a frat mixer. Her over reliance on make-up didn’t help. Her blush and lipstick were applied as a porn star’s. “I’m assuming the attire is just part of the job.” He said.

“I hate it.” Wendy admitted. “Even when I was in my college years, I never would have voluntarily worn anything like this. Is the bar still open?”

“As long as you don’t bust me for serving after 2.” He nodded, reminding her of the state law. She shook her head no. “Okay then, what are you having?”

“Tanqueray, neat.” Wendy requested, following Ray up to the bar counter. He snapped his fingers, as if having forgotten something, and jogged to the front door to lock it. It was closing time after all. He then made his way back to the bar. She sat down, planting her elbows on the counter and rubbing her temples. What a night.

“Uh oh.” He proclaimed. “I might be out. Let me check the back real quick.”

“Not a problem.” She replied. He wandered off into a storage room next to the counter and she tilted her head, resting it in her right hand as the fingers on her left hand started tapping the counter. She watched a couple of minutes go by on an old electric clock that Ray had hung behind the bar. What was taking him so long? Her patience was lacking at the moment.

“Hey.” She saw him poke his head out from the storage room door. “I hate to ask, but can you give me a hand back here. The gin is behind four boxes of Bud Light. I need someone to hold them in place while I reach behind them.”

“Oh, Ray...” She smirked jokingly. “Got butterfingers tonight?” He laughed and she got up, walking over to the storage room. Ray stepped out of the way and let her in.

“Wow, you’ve got a fucking Tardis in here. Pardon my French.” The storage room was a great deal bigger than Wendy would have thought, and the Dr. Who reference didn’t escape Ray.

“Yeah, a little like wandering into Mary Poppins’ handbag.” He added. “It’s great though, cuts down on how often I have to have deliveries made.” There were a number of shelves and boxes. But Wendy saw that Ray also used the room for office space. He had a heavy, wood desk up against one corner of the room. There were all kinds of old posters and booze ads on the walls. The desk itself had a silver HP laptop, a bottle of hand sanitizer, and a few folders laying about. There were also two matching, black, leather office chairs with wheels on the bottoms.

“Ever race with those babies?” She asked facetiously about the chairs. “You’ve got enough room to back here.”

“No. Not yet.” He chuckled, moving towards the Bud Light boxes. “But the next time I have a beautiful young woman back here, that might change. Would you give me a hand?”

“Oh, yeah.” She facepalmed. “Sorry about that.” She walked over to him and took hold of the third box down.

“There, just hold that one steady and the rest will be fine.” He had long arms, she noticed, as he reached back behind the boxes towards the back shelf. He grunted as he strained his arm a little. “Got it!” He pulled an unopened bottle of Tanqueray out. “You can let go, now.”

“Alright!” She stepped away from the boxes. He took her by surprise, offering her the bottle.

“Here. Just take it. I know what you and Brandt have been doing the last few nights and it’s gotta take a toll on a girl after a while.” He offered.

“Are you sure?” She was taken aback by his generosity. She reminded herself that he had a thing for her. He obviously wouldn’t be like this with too many other people. He nodded yes and she accepted the bottle, popping it open and taking a swig.

“Wow, you really like your gin, huh?” He laughed. “I wouldn’t have expected you to be the drink-from-the-bottle type.”

“Well, been one of those weeks.” She said after taking another drink. “Job’s in the crapper. Getting divorced. And I know the last shoe is about to drop, because bad things always come in three’s.”

“You’re getting divorced?” Ray looked stunned. “I didn’t know that.”

“Almost nobody does.” She told him. “And Brian’s not making it easy. I would give anything to have it all just be done and over with.”

“Well, I know something that might take your mind off of all that drama.” Ray walked over to his desk and sat in one of the two leather chairs. “Come on, let’s race.”

“Are you serious?” Wendy beamed. In her youth, she and her brother had used to race in spinny chairs in their dad’s basement. She had always won.

“What? You scared I’ll hand your ass to you?” He taunted.

“That’s it!” Wendy rushed over to the desk, setting the gin bottle down, and dropped into the other chair. “First to make it to the other far wall and back?”

“You’re on, copper.” He shot back. The race started. Both of them gripped the armrests of their chairs and used their feet to push and pull their chairs forward. Both of them were soon spinning towards the far wall, laughing all the way. He reached the wall first, but on the way back, she turned her chair around and pushed mightily with her feet. She beat him back to the desk, but almost fell out of it as a result.

“I win!” She cheered, doing a silly kind of victory dance in her chair. He stood up, putting a hand on the desk as he tried to steady himself.

“Damn, that’s a good way to get dizzy as Hell.” He exhaled sharply. “It was fun though.” He opened one of the drawers in his desk and pulled out a roll of duct tape.

“Got a rip in the seat?” She asked, noticing the tape. He tore a two or three foot strip of the tape off of the roll.

“Nope.” He replied simply, suddenly moving to her and strapping her right wrist to the right armrest of her chair. Her reaction was immediate.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing??” She tried to get up but he pushed her right back into the chair, taking more tape and binding her left wrist tightly to the other armrest. “Stop! Untie me right the fuck now, Ray! This is so far from funny!” He grabbed her ankles and forced them onto the seat of the other chair, spinning it around so that her feet were poking out the back of the other chair. He then sat on her calves, keeping them pinned and causing her a little bit of pain and he tied her ankles to the back part of the chair. Once she was secured, he climbed back up off of her.

“Sorry about this, Officer Daniels.” Ray apologized. “But we have a problem. Earlier tonight, your partner, God love im, interrupted one of my girls while she was propositioning a pool player. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, he took her home. Now I know she ain’t making any cash tonight. That’s no good.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” She understood what he was saying right away.

“Oh, it gets worse.” Ray continued. “As soon as he left, I knew that there was a strong possibility that he would figure out what she was, and most likely, find out about me. Ya know, I’m relatively new to this whole pimp thing. I thought it would be easy. You see, when my daughter, Rachel, told me that she and some girls she knew were making good money… well… I was horrified. My little girl, running around doing those things. Kids today. Anyways, I knew nothing that I could say would stop her from doing what she was doing. She’s always been very willful. I decided the best thing I could do was help. Make sure that they didn’t put themselves in danger. So, I rented out a house for them, gave them a base of operation by letting them pick up customers here, and I make a little profit in return. But, Brandt is in danger of fucking everything up. I can’t let this lead back to me, and I definitely can’t let it lead back to her. You can understand that, can’t you?”

Wendy was dumbstruck. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. A part of her felt terrible for Ray. But the law was the law.

“If you let me go, now...” She offered, “...We can work something out. Maybe some leniency for her in exchange for you doing a little time.”

“I can’t lose my business, Wendy.” He said, shaking his head. “I can’t have the scandal. So, after he left, I tried to call you. I tried to get you to reach him. Pull him away. Maybe I could have gotten him away from that girl if you had wanted to meet up with him. But then, you didn’t answer your home phone. You know who did, though?”

“Oh, Christ.” She lowered her head and shook it slowly. “Brian.”

“Yep. And I tell ya, he and I had a nice little conversation. You know, I have hardly ever actually talked to the guy. Can you believe that? As long as I’ve known you two, and he and I have never really spoken for more than a couple of minutes at a time. Well, I talked to him on the phone tonight for about 20. And that was more than enough time to talk about you a little bit.”

“What do you mean?” She asked. “What did he say to you?”

“Well, you can’t blame him.” Ray replied. “I’m pretty sure he was drunk. I’ve been a bartender long enough to be able to tell when someone’s had a few. That’s the funny thing about drinking, though. You’re liable to say a LOT of things when you’re under the influence. Things you would never say otherwise. He told me about your honeymoon, for example. I guess he was feeling nostalgic. But, he told me that he had been your first. I thought that was sweet. That you had saved yourself for marriage. However, he also told me that, that when go time came around…”

“Let me go right now, Ray!” She shouted, much to his amusement.

“As I was saying...” Ray continued. “He told me that once you two were in the sack, you could hardly stand him touching you. That you were just deathly ticklish and that it took a couple of hours before his hands could do the walking without you breaking up.”

“He was lying.” Wendy stated. “He’s always been full of shit. Remember, he and I are splitting up. He’s gonna say a lot of things that aren’t true, just to embarrass me.” She presented her argument with such conviction, hoping Ray would believe her. The truth was though, everything Brian had told Ray was true. She had never really fooled around with anybody before Brian. And she had insisted on waiting till marriage to have sex with him. That was part of the reason why the two had tied the knot so quickly. And when the time had finally come, and the two were undressing each other in the hotel bed, every touch tickled. She couldn’t explain it. It was as if she was so nervous about what they were doing, so nervous about it being her first time… that it took on a physical reaction.

“You could be right.” Ray nodded. “He might have just been taking me for a ride. But, I gotta tell ya: I see absolutely no reason not to find out first hand.” Ray picked up his laptop and opened it up. He then moved over to where her feet were, poking out of the back of the second chair. Wendy started to panic, but tried to keep her voice calm.

“Ray, listen to me… if you do this… if you try to touch me… that’s harassment and assault. You would only be digging a deeper grave for both you and your daughter.”

“Not unless you told someone.” He put the laptop down on the floor and turned on the camera just above the screen, positioning it so that it was facing Wendy. “That’s why I’m taping this. You go to anyone… you tell a single person about any of this… and this video will go viral.” Once the computer was positioned and recording, Ray sat down in front of her feet, resting his legs on the bottom of the chair to keep it in place.

“Goddamn you.” She gritted her teeth in anger.

“Sorry, but as any insurance agent will tell you, it’s better to have and not need, than to need and not have.” Ray took hold of the high heel on her left foot and slipped it off. “You know what’s ironic? We were just talking about how bad luck comes in three’s. And now, the last shoe really IS about to drop.” He yanked off the other high heel and let it fall to the floor. Wendy was getting really anxious now as he eyed her naked, size 9 feet. “Now, I admit, I haven’t done this in a long time, not since Rachel was 7 or 8, so you’ll have to bear with me.” Ray told her.

He took hold of her feet, with the fingers of his sizable hands resting on the tops of her feet, his thumbs were against her soles. He pushed them in a little and rubbed just above her heels, getting her just below the centers of her soles.

Wendy tried to clear her head, recalling her training. He was pressing into some sensitive nerves, and rubbing in circular motions. It wasn’t just that she couldn’t laugh. That was a given. It was that she had to appear relaxed. If she jerked or tensed up, she would give herself away.

Unfortunately, remaining calm got a bit more difficult when his thumbs moved upwards, wiggling dead center in the middle of her soles, just under the balls of her tender feet. His fingers were just a little course. This somehow made his touch feel more tickly. She caught the grin that was begging to be seen and cleared her throat, trying to stay stone faced.

Ray noticed.

“You know what?” He asked. “It occurs to me that those shoes you were wearing must be pretty uncomfortable.” He got up and grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer from his desk before making his way back to her feet and sitting back down. “I bet you love a good foot massage. Thing is, my hands get really dry from time to time, so I tend to keep a couple bottles of this stuff laying around to keep them nice and smooth. Usually, I only need one squirt from the bottle and about 30 seconds to rub it all in. But for you, I think we can increase the amount.” He depressed the top of the bottle 4 times, getting a nice glob of the oily substance on his hands. Wendy’s eyes went wide as he rubbed his hands together for just a couple seconds, and took hold of her feet again, pressing his thumbs in. Only now, they were gliding up and down, from side to side…

“HahhHAhAHHAHHAhHAhHhAHAHHAhHAhAHHAhAhAhhAHhAhHAhHhAAHHAHA!” Wendy erupted in laughter.

“Does that tickle?” He asked, pretending ignorance. “I’m sorry about that. Guess my foot massage skills have faded over time.” His slippery fingers were tugging at her toes, skating up and down her soles, lightly scratching her insteps… all she could do was laugh.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“I used to be so good at rubbing feet. Now, it seems like all these fingers can do is tickle.” Ray grinned, wiggling her toes one at a time and loving how she squealed each time he got to the pinky toe. “Coochie coochie coo.”

“FUUHUUHHUHUUHUHCK YOU! LET ME GOHOOHHOHOOHHOHO!!!”

“Is that really how you’re gonna talk to an old friend? I gotta tell ya, it’s very unbecoming of a lady.” He started sliding his oily fingers between her toes and she went ballistic, bouncing up and down in her chair as her cheeks went red. “You’re not really in a position where I can easily spank you, so this’ll have to do!”

After a few minutes, the sanitizer had all been rubbed and tickled in. As a result, his hands still tickled, but not as badly. Wendy was still giggling her head off, but she was able to stop here and there for a moment or two. After another few minutes, she was hardly laughing at all. Ray knew there had to be some way to get her back into hysterics. He just had to think.

“That’s it?” Wendy mocked. “That all you got? Let me go right now and delete that video, and I won’t press charges. Think about it, Ray. Cause that’s the best deal you’re gonna get!”

Ray didn’t respond. He was in thought. He just needed to give her a different sensation. He remembered a game he used to play with his daughter and Wendy saw a wicked glint in his eye.

“Tell me, officer: What is the proper police protocol for dealing with wild animals?”

“What the Hell are you talking about?” Wendy furrowed her brow in frustration. “Do you hear what I’m saying to you? The longer you keep this up, the worse you are making it for yourself!”

“I only ask...” He disregarded her threat. “...because in the last couple of days, I’ve noticed a relatively large chipmunk in the building.”

“Chipmunk? Who gives a fuck about a chipmunk?” She was almost yelling. “I’m not playing games with you, Ray! Untie me right no-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

He was holding her toes back, pulling the skin on her soles taut, and pressing his bearded mouth into the feet, nibbling voraciously like a chipmunk eating nuts. He brushed his face from left to right in inch-wide motions, and nibbled his teeth against her arches.

It was tickling the Hell out of Wendy. It was impossible to cope with it because it wasn’t just one thing tormenting her. It was his lips brushing, his teeth nibbling, and worst of all, the prickly hairs of his beard poking and dragging. Tears of laughter were running freely from her eyes by the time he stopped.

“Lord, my little girl used to love that.” He chuckled, lost in nostalgia.

“I’m not your little girl!” Wendy shrieked! “I’m an officer of the law!”

“And a very angry one at that.” Ray pulled himself up off of the ground and walked over to her right side, standing next to the chair. “Let’s see if we can do something about that temper of yours.”

“What’s your endgame, Ray?” Wendy asked, attempting to get through to him as he started to walk up behind her. “So, you’re recording this? Blackmail is a young man’s game. It’s cliché. Besides, video of you torturing me isn’t going to lend you any kind of defense in a courtroom. You will go to jail, Ray. So will your daughter and her friends. And the worst that will happen to me is that there will be video of me laughing. Okay, a bit humiliating. But does it really do you any favors?” Does it really help you out in the long run?”

“It’s not just you laughing, Wendy.” She heard him say. “It’s what it is. You are just afraid to say it.”

“I’m not afraid to say anything.” She insisted.

“Oh yes, you are.” He lowered his head to whisper in her ear. “You have been going out of you way to avoid using the word. You said “if you try to TOUCH me...” You said “Besides, video of you TORTURING me isn’t going to lend you any kind of defense.” You said “There will be a video of me LAUGHING.” But you have been adamant to avoid saying the word… tickle.” His warm breath against her ear brought up the corners of her mouth for a second. “You are trying so hard to see this whole situation in a professional light. But the truth is… you’re ticklish. And that’s what is going to be seen on that video. That you and officers like you can be overpowered by a single… wiggling… finger.”

The sound of a phone vibrating broke the silence, as well as the tension.

“Wonder who that could be at nearly 2:30 in the AM.” Ray reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. Wendy soon heard him laugh. “Oh, wow. I guess great minds think alike. Look what Rachel just sent me.” He held the phone in front of Wendy’s face and she went white. It was a picture of Brandt. He was stripped naked and tied to a couch. There were three girls, each with their own small make-up brushes, teasing his chest, belly, and feet.

“Brandt...”

“Looks like she and her friends had the same idea.” Ray was greatly humored by the irony. “Who says the law is no laughing matter?” He put the phone back in his pocket and stood behind her.

“Ray… please...”

“What’s that?” He asked. “No more threats? No more certainty? Could it be that you’re finally realizing how little authority you have right now? It’s true, you know. You don’t have any authority right now. Nothing to protect you. Nothing to bargain with. So, cheer up… and smile for the camera, officer.” His hands returned to her body. This time, he was using just his index fingers, poking her exposed sides in random spots, left side, right side, back and forth.

Wendy wiggled and squirmed this way and that, trying for all she was worth to keep her lips pursed together.

“That’s it, Wendy.” He goaded. “Dance for me. Let me know where it tickles.”

“Stop thiihhis… Stop now or… ah!… Or I’ll… hehehe… Ooo!” She could hardly get a word out without giggling. Her ample breasts jiggled in her tied off blouse when she laughed. The sight of it was really turning Ray on, but he was focused on the business at hand. He would get around to those eventually.

Wendy nearly squealed when his hands suddenly darted down and he lobster clawed the tops of her thighs.

“HehehHEhEHhehHEehHhehehehE HahAHHAHAhHAhHAhAHAHhAhHA...”

“Well if you had a problem with this, you shouldn’t have worn such skimpy shorts.” He taunted her, knowing full well why she was dressed the way she was. He wiggled his thumbs into her inner thighs and she started bouncing in her seat again.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

“I think this might be your most ticklish spot.” He contemplated. “But then we’ve only really tested out a couple of places. There’s a good deal more of you to explore.” He brought his thumbs as close to her groin as he could without actually touching her daisy dukes, and vibrated his thumbs right in the centers of her inner thighs.

“NOOHHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAA NO MOHOHOHOHHOHOHORE!”

“Ah… I was wondering when the begging would start. Tickle tickle, officer.” He teased in a childish sing song before laughing at his own immaturity.

“TOOOHOHOHHOOHOHHOOHOHOOOOO MUHUUHHUUHHUHUCH! I CA-” She broke down into silent laughter and lowered her head. The torture was starting to take a physical toll on her. Ray gave her a break, deciding he didn’t want her to pass out. Even after he had taken his hands off of her, she was still chortling a little between rapid breaths. He moved her hair back and wiped some tears from her cheeks.

“I suppose we know now that Brian wasn’t lying earlier.” He stroked her cheeks in an almost affectionate manner.

“I can’t… I can’t take… anymore tickling…” She wheezed, slowly calming her lungs.

“I don’t think that’s true.” Ray disagreed. “I think you could take a whole night of it. You just need a minute here and there to recover between tickle attacks. That’s the first rule of torture, you know. You have to keep the subject on their toes.” He looked down at her and saw two little tents poking against her shirt. “Why, Officer Daniels… are you not wearing a bra? Tsk tsk...”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” She practically growled at him.

“Oh no. No no no...” He put his hands on his hips and sounded disappointed. “Don’t say something like that. It gives you away. It’s like telling a kid not to jump on the bed. What do you think they’re gonna do the second you’re out of the room?”

“Don’t do it, Ray!” She warned. “If you lay your hands on my breasts, it’s not just harassment or assault. It’s sexual abuse.”

“And the laptop will see every second of it.” He nodded, obviously not concerned with any potential consequences. She could only sneer as he brought his hands around her sides to untie the blouse. After that, he began unbuttoning it. With every button that was undone, Wendy became more and more embarrassed. Her cheeks were bright red by the time her shirt was open and her boobs were out. “I can see why Brian was eager to marry you right away.” Ray joked. Her breasts were pale but her nipples were pink and plump. She looked down at the floor, near where he had been sitting at her feet. She couldn’t bear to look at the camera. She coul… wait… the floor looked off. It was as if something was missing. But what?

When she heard the hand sanitizer bottle pumping behind her, the whites of her eyes became as large as the moon. She couldn’t even protest before his oily hands were on her boobs, massaging them. His fingers probed and wormed about. She sat in the chair, holding on tight to the armrests and trembling with quiet, bottled up giggles that were dying to be released.

“You’re awfully quiet down there.” Ray observed. “Awfully shaky, too.”

“I’m f-fine…” She replied softly.

“You’re f-fine? What’s “f-fine”? He taunted. “Is that some kind of import? Cause it sounds like the name of an ale or something, but I’ve never heard of it.”

His pinky finger grazed a patch of skin on the underside of her right breast and he heard a soft, girlish giggle. He wiggled his fingers one at a time, wanting to figure out which spot had gifted him that reaction.

“Where are you hiding?’ He asked quietly. When the pinky wiggled again, she snorted in an effort to hold the giggles in. That was all he needed to hear. He immediately dug his fingers into the undersides of her giant boobs and she threw her head back.

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Man, it’s a close call. Your thighs or your titties. Which are more ticklish?” He rubbed under her boobs near her bottom ribs and she was bouncing in the chair once again. She even tried to bend forward and push her tits against her tummy to get him to stop. It did no good though. Every time she trapped his fingers, he just wiggled them and she was back to laughing. She was in real trouble, though, when he softly tickled her turgid nipples with his fingertips. He was barely touching them as his fingers bicycled against them.

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehe...” She wasn’t laughing as hard, but that wasn’t what made the nipple tickling so bad.

It was the sudden, unintentional orgasm.

“AH!” She yelped and tensed her whole body, writhing into the seat of the chair. Even Ray was surprised by the turn of events. She arched her back and slumped back into the chair, panting and giggling, despite herself.

“Well, that was unexpected.” Ray admitted. But I see no reason to stop your tickle torture.” His fingers darted out to her tummy and pitter pattered about.

“AGH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“That camera can record for a good long while.” Ray told the hysterical police officer. “And I think that there is more than enough at our disposal for me to tickle you all… night… long…









The sun rose the next morning. People woke up, ate breakfast, went to work. It was just another day.

But for Officer Jeremy Brandt and Officer Wendy Daniels… it was the first day of the rest of their humbled lives.









"The creator of the Golden Feather winning Jenni The Clown stories is back with 6 new stories of magic, intrigue, and devilishly seductive scenes of tickle torture. Bookended by a tale of two police officers who run afoul of lascivious hookers and their pimp, other stories include a wicked fairy, the ghosts of two former pornographers who prey on a beautiful housekeeper, and a former babysitter who discovers that one of her old charges is still just as ticklish as he used to be. Busty women and handsome fellas wield fingers and feathers with equal zest in this must have anthology!"

Over 29,000 words!
77 pages!
M/F, F/F, and F/M tickling!
Casual and erotic tickling!
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