Ticklish Executive Gets His

Ticklish Executive Gets His

By: Westchester Tickler







The five assistants got together in the conference room for their meeting
and things were getting a little heated.
"You know, he's just giving us lip service. He has no intentions of giving
us what we deserve," says Cindy, who called the meeting. "If we want to
have our salaries match the level of other assistants around the city, we
have to pressure him. I've called him in for a meeting with us at 5 PM and I
have a plan." They huddle at the conference table and whisper
conspiratorially.

At 5 PM, Len Walsh walks in and takes his seat at the head of the conference
table. Despite being department head, he's not much on ceremony, and
everyone simply calls him Len.
"Len, you know what our positions are worth out in the market right now.
Bright young girls with computer skills, their futures ahead of them.we need
to have a least a 15% adjustment in our salaries just to be competitive."
Cindy begins, getting right to her point.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Cindy, you know what our budget is like. I have a 3% pool
of money to divvy up, and no more. How can I justify jumping up to 15%?" Len
responds.
"Look, Len, we've all been here at least a year, we know our jobs and we're
good. Profits are higher than last year, so the money's there - and we
helped put it there!" argued Jessica.
"I know and, believe me, nobody wants to do this more than I do.but I can't.
I promise you that I will do everything I can to get that salary adjustment
put into next year's budget. You have my word on that." Silence fills the
room.
Wendy, sitting closest to Len on his right, leans over a little and offers a
cleavage shot. "I'm sure you can do a little better than that, Len."
Monica, on his left, slowly and deliberately crosses her long, stockinged
leg and begins to let her show dangle from her foot. Len, despite himself,
can't turn his eyes away. "You know, Len, this whole thing can be very
pleasant for everyone involved." She begins to rub her foot along the front
of his leg.
He looks over the five of them, smiles at Cindy - who he had an affair with
last year - and stands up, after making a slight adjustment to his pants to
cover up his boner. As tempting as all this was, he was treading on
dangerous ground - and he has other motivation for saying no. He can't give
in on this one.
"I'll make the 3% effective immediately and I'll make sure we get that other
12% in for next year. OK, girls? Now I've got to go and I'm sorry.really.
You understand what it's like dealing with the finance department." The
five assistants all walk to the door. Jessica and Monica block his exit. The
two who were silent during the meeting, the two newest ones, run their hands
under his suit jacket.
Cindy says "OK, Len, we understand. But we all met before and decided that
you've been a really good boss and you've fought hard for us on this and we
want to thank you for all your efforts. I can only think of one way to do
it.right girls?" They all smile and nod and join in the seduction. With five
pairs of hands, his jacket, tie shirt are made to disappear off his frame
quickly and Cindy undoes his pants, whipping the belt of in one yank, making
his pants drop in one motion. Len is a little overwhelmed, but goes with the
flow. As they caress and fondle, they lead him to the table and lay him on
it. His shoes and socks disappear and he is completely in their power when
suddenly he hears a series of clicks.and realizes his arms and legs have
been secured with cuffs to the legs under the table.
"Hey, what's going on?" he asks with a hint of worry in his voice. He's
hoping they're just a little kinky, but he's not too sure.
"Len, we need to resolve this whole salary issue before we leave this room.
3% now and a promise for next year just doesn't cut it!' Cindy states.
"Cindy, you know I can't. My hands are tied." He realizes the irony
immediately.
"Oh, we know, Len," she smiles. "And you know, since we dated a year ago, I
let my friends here in on a little secret about you."
Len is beginning to get a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Cindy, standing next to his feet, runs her fingernails up his right foot.
Len howls with laughter, as Cindy and the others laugh at his reaction.
"See? I told you girls." She looks at Len, a wicked grin on her face. "You'
re quite ticklish, aren't you, Len? Very, very ticklish!" as she gives him a
final swipe across his peds to drive home her point.
Len quickly composes himself, trying to regain control. "Cindy, this is
crazy! You can't torture me here - people will hear, there'll be a scandal!"
"Len, it's almost 5:30, everyone's gone, the room is soundproof for those
top-secret pow-wows you love to have, and the cleaning crew's not due until
seven. So who's gonna save you from THIS, huh?" and she begins using her
long, manicured on both feet as Len can do nothing but struggle and laugh.
The other four jump in, attacking his armpits, ribs and stomach, with
Jessica joining Cindy at his feet. Using two hands on each foot, Len is
quickly turned into a quivering mass of laughter.
After 5 minutes of intense torture, he is asked again about the financial
compensation. "I can't.I can't." he whispers as his body continues shaking.
"Why not?" demands Monica, menacingly waving her nails over his stomach.
"No..please.no more.I just can't.I - HAHAHAHAHAHA" as Monica deviously
glides her fingernails over his defenseless tummy.
Len can barely speak as she does this but struggles to say "I can't.I can'
t.. because.because.if I go over budget, I don't get a bonus!"
Now, Len has five pissed off assistants on his hands. This was not
information he wanted them to have, but it was too late to take back.
"You BASTARD! You lied to us.you.you BASTARD!" screams Monica. "Get him!"
as all five converge on him with renewed energy. They are merciless now, and
Len's screams of laughter are horrifying. After five minutes of angry,
vengeful tickling, they stop.
"You know," Cindy says as Len gasps for air on the table, "I think I can
change his tune. Give me a few minutes alone - just his body and my
fingernails.he'll break."
"You know, Cindy, I had a boyfriend once who was ticklish, and I had him
eating out of my hand. I can break Len, no problem," says a confident
Monica.
The two new girls look at each other and one of them ventures "I think if we
try together, we can break him!" as the other giggles.
"Oh, yeah, well I think I can and I'm willing to bet $100!" says Jessica.
"Oh, you can count me in on THAT action!" agrees Cindy, with a gleam in her
eye.
Len's eyes dart from one to the other as they declare their confidence in
breaking him through tickle torture and he begins pleading for his sanity.
"You can't do this to me. Someone's going to hear.someone's got to
hear.HE-E-ELP!" he shouts in desperation.
Cindy approaches him. "It's no use, Len. You're our tickle toy until you can
come up with 15%. It's your choice: 15% or we tickle you senseless. So.what'
s it gonna be?"
"Please, Cindy, you know I can't." his voice trails off as he realizes they
won't buy it. He's doomed, unless he's willing to give up that bonus. No
way!
"OK, girls, I'll tell you what. Let's let Molly and Laura start. They have
5 minutes. If Len doesn't give up, Jessie is next in seniority, then
Monica." She turns to face Len, "Then it's MY turn and I'm gonna make you
suffer, baby! You better hope one of the others breaks you first, because I
know you all too well."
Len is breaking out into a cold sweat and doesn't even see Molly and Laura
approach. They're young and energetic and each attacks his armpits and feet
with gusto. Len's laughter is loud and non-stop as they don't let up for
their entire allotted 5 minutes.
"Time!" shouts Cindy, looking up from her wristwatch. Len lay there laughing
and gasping. "Damn, I thought we'd get him!" Molly says sadly. "I could've
used the $100."
"Rookie mistake, Molly", says Jessie. "You have to give him a chance to
talk, to say he gives up. You never let up! Here, let me show you how it's
done," she says as she strolls over to a shivering Len. She sits on the
table next to him, and leans over and whispers "OK, Len, say you'll give us
the 15% or you get some of this" and she gives him a quick but deep
rib-tickle.
Len bucks and laughs, but manages a "No way!" "OK, Len, your choice!" and
she starts tickling his ribs in earnest. Len's helpless laughter fills the
room again for a couple of minutes until she stops. "OK, Len. Now once
again: 15% or tickle-torture?"
Len can't speak and Jessie repeats her questions. Len, still gasping for
breath, vigorously shakes his head side to side. Jessie renews her rib
assault, stopping only at the 4-minute mark.
"Last chance, Len: 15% or tickles?" When Len stares back defiantly, she
dives into his armpits, and Len howls with laughter. At 4:50, Jessie asks
one last time. Len, with tears in his eyes, whispers "You can't break me,
bitch!" Jessie angrily goes at him, but just then Cindy shouts "Time!"
Monica saunters over and tries a different approach. She sits next to him
and stretches her legs over his body, running her heels over his midsection,
poking her spikes into his underarms. He giggles and writhes, but his
erection visibly grows. She poses one foot near his face and lets her shoe
dangle from it. Len stares at it lustfully.
"Can't take your eyes off of it, can you, Lenny-boy? You like it? I can tell
you do. You know what else? It's probably the most ticklish foot in the
world, too. It's got you mesmerized, but if you could grab it and tickle it,
I'd be mush in your hands," she continues in a husky voice. "But you can't
get to it. Look at that foot.such a beautiful, high arch, don't you
think?.those stockings you lust for.so close.so ticklish.Too bad, huh?
Instead.I .have . YOU!" and she leans toward his feet and, holding his toes
back, starts rapidly running her nails back and forth across his instep. As
Len begins hysterically laughing again, Monica lets her shoes drop and she
runs her soles over Len's face. She giggles and his laughing lips tickle the
bottoms of her feet, and she enjoys the feeling. Len, in his torture, cannot
even enjoy the view of her lovely stocking-clad feet.
After 3 minutes, she stops and gets off the table. "So, Len, how about that
15%" she asks. Len is shaking, giggling and seemingly unable to answer.
"What's the matter, tickle boy?" she asks in a baby voice. "Does it tickle
too much? Is it too tickly for Lenny, huh?" she continues as she reaches
into her purse. She withdraws a vibrator and turns it on. Len's eyes shoot
open.
"I see I have your attention, Len. So: 15% or more tickles?"
Len sets his jaw determinedly and shakes his head no. Monica resumes her
baby voice and says "Poor , tickly little Len.what cute, ticklish underarms
he has" as she presses the vibrator into the middle of his armpit. Len
convulses in laughter and begs for mercy. With her free hand, she begins
tickling the other armpit. New paroxysms of laughter shake his body as he
helplessly endures Monica's torture. At 4:45, Monica asks for a final time.
Len is on the verge of passing out, and refuses to answer. Monica almost
feels sorry for him, then give him a few more seconds of armpit tickling
before Cindy, with a big smile on her face, yells "Time! Now you're mine,
you little shit."
Cindy had been quietly standing there, keeping track of the time.and slowly
filing her fingernails to points. She made sure she stood in Len's view the
throughout the ordeal, and Len had noticed with the nail file in her hands.
"Well, Len, I think you've noticed I've been filing my nails especially for
you!" she says with a evil grin. Now Len can barely react as Cindy walks to
the foot of the table.
"Let's go over that percentage we were asking for. How many was it? Let's
see.one!" and with that, she dragged the nail on her index finger up the
entire length of Len's left foot. He shrieked and arched his back high off
the table. She counts two, three, four.each time repeating the fingernail
drag, alternating feet. Each time Len reacts as if jolted by electricity.
Len begs desperately, knowing she would get even more devious later. :Cindy,
you've got to understa-AAAAAAAAAAND-HAHAHA..oh, that I really really
ca-HAAAA-HAHAHA can't do this.please you've got to sto-HOOOOOOOOOOOP
please.oh, please."
"Fourteen.FIFTEEN!" and she punctuated the final number with all ten fingers
attacking both feet. She then stopped and stared at his quivering body,
thoroughly enjoying the power.
"Now where was that tickle spot?. I think it was here!" as she scrapes his
left heel. "Or was it here?" as she scrapes his instep, getting much more of
a response. "Here, maybe" as she scrapes the ball of his foot, making Len
laugh even more loudly. Her fingernails then very slowly trace their way
upwards from the heel again, very deliberately toward his major weak spot.
When she got to the ball of the foot and wasn't stopping, he knew he was in
deep, deep trouble.
"Cindy, no please.don't do it.you'll kill me.please not there!" he begs.
"That's kind of the point, Len. The more ticklish the spot, the worse the
torture, the more chance you'll give in. Plus that $100 of Jessie's will be
mine, too. So tell me, is that spot just under your toes still ridiculously
ticklish?" Len pleads for his life earnestly now "Oh God no,
Cindy.please.you can't.don't ple-ee-eease don't!"
"Sorry, Len, but this is exactly what you deserve. Last time now: 15%.or do
I tickle you to death?"
"Cindy, please, don't."
"Len, you stubborn little shit! I have three words for you: kitchy.kitchy.
KOO-OO!"
as she bends his toes back and runs her nails back and forth just where the
base of his toes end along the very top of the ball of his foot. His
laughter hits a previously unheard level.
"AH-HAHAHAHA-HAHAHA-HAHAHA...PLE-EE-EEEEEASE......NO-O-O-HOHOHOHOHO GOD
NO-O-O-HOHOHO."
"As she continues, she turns to the other four girls and states confidently
"He's dead meat now, guys. He can't take this for very long. He is pure
putty in my hands. Aren't you, tickle boy?!" Len's body squirms, bucks,
writhes uncontrollably and his laughter continues unabated. In between fits
of laughter, he babbles something completely incoherent. A plea for mercy?
No one can quite tell, as they exchange glances of admiration over Cindy's
superior knowledge and technique. Cindy stops after a minute and says "I'm
taking it easy on you, stopping this soon. Now: 15% or I'll REALLY let you
have it."
Len's eyes betray his fear, but he knows he is so close.just a few more
minutes and he'll have survived, his bonus intact. If he quits now, the past
20 minutes of torture will have been for nothing.
In a hoarse whisper, he says, "No, Cindy, I'm not going to let a little
weakness do me in. No 15% and that's final. Do your worst!"
Cindy smiled and replies "I was hoping you'd say that, tickle boy. Stay
right there - don't move!" That causes the other girls to laugh as Len
struggles against his bonds.
Cindy removes her hairbrush from her bag, the one Len knows so well with the
nylon bristles. "Oh God," he whispers hoarsely, "She IS going to kill me!"
"Oh, you bet, Len. You know what this will do to you. So what about the
15%?"
"NO!" he says emphatically.
Cindy leans over. "Final answer?"
"Final answer," he sighs.
"Wrong answer, Len. You don't get to be a millionaire. you just get
ultimately tortured by the expert!" she says as she walks to his feet once
again. On the previously untickled right foot, she bends his toes back and
vigorously runs the brush back and forth across his toes, ball of the foot
and that insane tickle spot in-between. Len's laughter is blood-curdling and
his bucking and arching seem almost capable of breaking his bonds. The other
girls watch, almost in horror, as Cindy plays his foot like some demonic
tickle instrument of torture. After what seems like an eternity for Len, she
stops. Len immediately starts nodding his head vigorously, but cannot speak.
The other girls embrace each other and Cindy has a smug smile on her face.
"OK..OK..oh God please no more..please..no more.I'll do it...oh God
please.."
"Congratulations, Len. You have secured the five best assistants in the city
and have done the right thing. Loosen his right arm!" and Monica dutifully
undoes the handcuff.
"Sign this, Len. It's the new salary structure agreement," says Cindy as she
positions the paper on a clipboard in front of him and hands him a pen.
He quickly signs it, and the girls give a celebratory whoop, with high-fives
all around.
"Can I go now," Len pleads weakly. He just wants to collapse somewhere and
rest.somewhere safe from these sexy, but manipulative young girls.
"Sure, Len, just a couple of more things. You see that?" she asks as she
points to the camera at the end of the room, previously unnoticed by Len.
"We've taped this whole thing, including your confession about your bonus. I
think the embarrassment of this video of your torture will be enough to keep
you in line. But we want to make doubly sure you don't forget this lesson,"
Cindy says as she secures his right arm again, much to Len's chagrin, but he
's too weak to fight her. "Besides, you are just so-oo-oo cute when you're
being tickled! Isn't he, girls?!" as all five of them renew their tickle
assault on him. Len's laughter and screams for mercy echo through the room
as the five girls drive their point home to their boss in a way he'll never
forget.

Is There a 2nd Part?

I not a fan of f/m or fs/m tickling stories or whatever the subject may be. I pretty much like f/f foot tickling. I'm really big on gang-f/f foot tickling. Sometimes if it is a story I'll go for fs&m/f foot tickling. Anyway I think this is a great story & I would like to know if there is a 2nd part, Len gives the other girls a bigger salary if they help him tie up & tickle the he** out Cindy's barefeet. If anyone knows of a 2nd part please let me know?

Thank You,
LBFT

Nice Story

Very nice story I like f/m the idea of being at the mercy of a sexy and sadistic female tickler tormenting my soles is quite frightening and sexy

Keep posting please!!