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"Susie, it was your idea to get counseling. You're NOT backing out now." Tommy was right. Their marriage was on the rocks, and like it or not, she was a major part of thr problem. "Tommy, you know I don't like this...it's just...just...it scares me, all right?"
To say that Susie Ventman was shy or reserved was a bit of an understatement. Kind of like saying that Adolph Hitler was a little bit misbehaved. The running joke in high school was that she was so introverted that any day she would be seen walking around with her body turned inside-out so she could hide herself completely. At first Tommy thought it was cute, but as time went on, it got old very quickly. He loved her dearly, but her reserved attitude was becoming extreme.
It all started on their honeymoon. She was fine in the limo, necking like the world was about to end. He thought it no big deal when she made him wait in the bathroom while she changed into her nightie. She looked great in it and he was ready to go at it, but she made him turn out all the lights before getting in bed. She wouldn't let him see her nude. That was the closest he had been to seeing her undressed and that was six months ago. All sex was few and far between, and even then she would reluctantly remove her hose and panties (in the bathroom, of course) from under the full length skirt she was wearing, turn out the lights, and let him enter her from underneath. Now, she was barely letting him in before she was pushing him away, embarassed at the site of his manhood.
Susie tried to fight it. She just couldn’t face the thought of being naked, period. She knew she was pretty. Not an over-siliconed poster girl off a tire or mechanical tool company's ad, but she had a few boyfriends before marrying Tom. She was just always overcome with fear and anxiety at the thought of being even partially naked. She had tried medication, very slow undressing (one article of clothing every fifteen minutes), and even psychoanalysis, but to no avail. The pills made her fall asleep all day, she fainted when she had on only a bra on up top and Tommy was unzipping her jeans, and all the shrink's advice made things worse.
Tom was almost ready to get a divorce. He truly loved her, but he was almost ready for the loony bin. The two hottest babes in the secretarial pool at work had heard of his situation and were really turning up the heat on him. He was still faithful to Susie, but all the low-cut, overflowing blouses and micro-mini skirts they were wearing were pushing him over the edge. He wanted Susie's T&A, not theirs, but at this rate, even Susie knew that even Tom was only human.
That's when they heard about Dr. Kesee. He was well known as a specialist in cases like hers. Susie was desparate to save her marriage, and agreed to go with Tommy to see this counsellor, willing to do anything if it meant keepung Tommy. Or, so she thought.
Dr. Kesee had already reviewed Ms. Ventman's medical chart. Nothing remarkable. No history of sexual abuse, molestation, or rape/sexual assault. Her parents weren't abusive or condemning, at least not in the sexual arena. In fact, the only incident even close to creating a problem was once, when she was five, she had taken her shirt of at a family reunion and had been told to get it back on. Hardly enough to cause this kind of problem. She even had a fairly normal desire for sexual activity, it was just this compulsion to stay covered up that was a problem. He had her try to just talk sexually with her husband, a form of cybersex but face to face. She was fine doing that, and Tommy actually came in his pants twice as Susie aroused him wirh her descriptions. But when it came time to actually do the deed, she would close up again. The next step was forcing her to dress scantily at home all weekend. Tom was to hide her clothes and force her to wear a skimpy halter top and denim hot pants during the day, then string bikinis at night and to bed. She was almost able to stand the daylight attire, but by sundown, she would have panic attacks and lock herself in the bath, refusing to come out unless Tommy got out one of her long flannels. At this point, Tommy was starting to think that taking a dip into the secretarial pool with Heather and Stacy might not be so bad after all.
Susie was now desparate. The last night, she had actually put on the swimsuit. It was very revealing and she began to feel warm all over thinking about Tommy seeing her in it. But her hands, then her body shook so violently she couldn't even grasp the doorknob, let alone turn it. She actually thought she was going insane. When she told Dr. Kesee this, he knew of only one way to break open the shell around her. It would either solve the problem, or push her over the brink. He had used this type of treatment before, and it had never failed. At least, not yet.
"The fact that you were that close is an excellent sign," he began. "The problem is an aversion to nudity, not sexual activity. We just have to 'push' you into being willing to be seen. Sometimes a group or public act or display is all it takes."
Both Tommy and Susie were taken aback at this idea. He was curious; she was mortified. "J-Just what do you mean by pub…public??" she stammered.
"Are you familiar with Tony's Stable?" Dr. Kesee replied. They both were. "The owner and I know each other well and have a working relationship. He has allowed me to place many of my patients there for, shall we say, theraputic needs? It will be controlled and quite safe. You will have nothing to worry about."
"Easy for you to say," thought Susie. She had never been there, but Tommy had. It was a very popular restarant oriented to men. "Hooters with more skin" was how it had been described to her. The waitresses and hotesses wore very short denim micro-miniskirts with a fake horses tail poking out from the back. On top, they wore very brief tube tops. Tommy's friends had taken him there to start his bachelor party night. It had been quite fun for him, especially at the end when it was time to leave the tip. Each table was almost completely surrounded by walls, almost like a cubicle. Instead of leaving money on the table for a tip, the patrons could purchase gold colored coin tokens at the front desk. These would be given to the waitress as a tip, to be cashed in at the end of her shift. If the waitress earned one coin, the patron would be allowed to place the coin in her top, where ever he wanted. Usually, it was planted deep into her cleavage. If she earned two coins, she would pull down her top and allow the customer to place the coins on the material, and they would be held in place by her top as she pulled it back up. There were always rumours of what you could get for three or four tokens, but that was usually left to the discretion of the waitress. If they behaved poorly, the waitress had the right to give nothing in return (with back-up from the many bouncers that patrolled the floor). But, rarely did they have to get involved.
Susie was getting that scary, nervous feeling again. She asked him what she would have to wear and the counselor held up a poster of the past year's "Pony of the Year" At he sight of the heavily-endowed redhead's image, she stood up and walked to the door. Tommy looked at Dr. Kesee. He told him to be supportive and gently persuade her that this was the best option left.
In the parking lot, Susie was in tears. How could she be seen in such a get-up? What kind of quack was this doctor? All the way home, she tried to break through her fears and try to pull her skirt all the way up or unbutton her blouse, to prove that she could do it, but the anxiety attacks would hit at the knees or the second button, as always. She knew what she had to do...
The doctor had arranged for her to start on Monday morning. She would learn what the waitresses did, be fitted for a uniform, and work tables on Friday. Tommy would be one of her customers that day. Tommy hated the thought of other guys seeing her first, but it would be worth the sacrifice. Besides, Heather and Stacy were coming on so strong and hard now that if this week didn't break the resistance on Susie's part, the chains of resistance would soon break on his. He told her all her knew about the place the night before she went in.
It was nothing like she imagined. It kind of looked like a old steakhouse, not the late '70's brothel scene she had expected. Tony, the owner and manager, gave her a tour of the facility, and ended in the changing room. The arrangements had already been made through Dr. Kesee. Tony didn't mind. Some of his best waitresses and hostesses were former patients of his that had decided to stay on as employees. He looked Susie over. No plain Jane, but not an incredilbe knockout, either. She would do just fine. He called in Tina, one of the hostesses, who measured her and fitted her in a "pony suit," as Tina called it. Susie felt a wave of nausea overcome her as she saw herself in the mirror. The denim skirt barely covered her buns, the bright red thong underneath felt uncomfortable, and the tiny red tube top showed more cleaveage than she had ever shown, even in a swimsuit.
The rest of the day was spent with Tina as she explained all about the history of the restaturant, how the treat the customers, what to expect from them, and, most importantly, what the customers were NOT allowed to do. Susie was relieved to hear that the customers weren't just lying in wait to gang-bang her, as she had heard from friends. In fact, she had the ulmtimate trump card on what the patrons would receive, if anything, for their tips. Now, it was obvious that the more waitress did, the more tip coins she would receive and word got around quickly who's cubicles they wanted and who's they didn't want.
Tuesday and Wednesday were a blurr. She shadowed NIcole, a very busty brunette who had been working there for 5 years. Her tube was always lumpy from coins and she was the guy’s favorite waitress for the lunch time rush. Susie was amazed by how easily Nicole would lower her top. She was easily a 38C or D and Susie was amazed at how Nicole's tube could stay up at all.
Nicole taught her all the tricks: How to lean over the tables to give maximum view of her bustline; how to set down the tray on the side tables and bend to give the "bottom dwellers" a good view of her "tail."; the best way to verbally tease and play with patrons and earn the big tips. Nicole was even the master of the "balancing act." This was saved for patrons who treated the waitresses very well. She would lean backward, then pull down the tube top. Next, the lucky customer would balance a token on top of each nipple. Tony always kept the AC turned down, so the chilly air made this fesable most of the time. Then, she would pull up the top and both tokens would be seen outlined under her top.
Susie asked her how she could do all this and seem so causal and even excited about it. Nicole related her reasons. “When I was a freshman in high school, I was already a 32C and all the guys would hit on me just because of my boobies. Just the thought of guys back then oogling me like that turned me on. It seemed my ‘high beams’ were always on. I would get to the point where I couldn’t stand to have anything on above the waist. I had to be showing something, even if it was just a hint of cleavage. When I started working, I couldn’t stand it and couldn’t overcome the urge to flaunt ‘em. Then I met Dr. Kesee, who sent me here. I actually loved it here and have been here five years now. By the time I get home, I’m so hot and horny that my boyfriend has to wait two hours afer I get home before he can do anything else. But, it’s keeps him happy, I’m verrry happy, and I don’t feel like I’m going nuts anymore.”
On Thursday, Susie was called into Tony’s office. Nicole had called in sick for Thursday and Friday. She would shadow him during the morning. On Friday, she had to take Nicole’s place for him on a ‘special project.’ That afternoon, Susie was lead downstairs to what looked like a small stage area. Tony explained to her that on Friday afternoon, there was a special group that they would be entertaining. Susie looked confused as Tony explained. For specially favored customers, one of the waitresses would help him put on an ‘old-fashioned” burlesque show. Tony’s grandparents and great-grandparents had been in burlesque and vaudeville and he still had many of their old props. She would deliver their drinks, then join him onstage for two short acts.
Tony showed her the stage props. First, there were some stands and hoops that looked like they belongs to an old circus. She would be in a modified version of her waitress costume and jump through the hoops and pose on the stands as if she were a trained pony. After this, she would lay on the table at the other end of the stage. Tony would buckle her down, change the table form horzontal to vertical. In various spots on the table were long slits. As he showed her how to hold herself still, he stepped back and hit a remote control in his hand. Suddenly, a knife handle shot out through a slot in the table, looking as if Tony had just thrown it at her. He explained that as long as she held still and didn’t block the slots, the handles wouldn’t even touch here. She felt nervous when he buckled her down, but was relieved after the rehearsal when she saw she would be perfectly safe. She didn’t like the costume, thought. The skirt was like the waitress uniform, only red satin instead of blue denim, and showed even more cheek. On top she would have on an open-cupped shelf bra that would boost her up massively but not cover anything. The only part covered would be her areolas, covered by two small suction cups with red, white and blue tassels attached. Tony assured her that the gel applied on the cups would hold them on and not fall off, and that the tassels would hide most of her tits anyway, since she was much smaller than Nicole. Susie held them up, and had to agree. The guests wouldn’t see much. After this show, Tommy would be arriving, she would wait on him, earn a two token tip, and (hopefully) be able to reward him for the tip. Then, she would be done with this place.
Friday came with Susie actually feeling excited about going to Tony's Stable. All morning she practiced in front of the mirror how she would act for Tommy when he in. She actually felt good about the whole thing. When she arrived, she was told to go directly downstairs and prepare for the show. Tony was in the office with someone and he would be right down.
The visitor was Dr. Kesee. He was there to make sure everything went as planned for Susie. Tony held the tassels in his hands. They were the same color, but the suction cups were smaller and the tassels were much less bushy. The hook in back of the bra had been tampered with as well. Other preparations were also being made to help push Susie 'over the edge.' Dr. Kesee was sure that Tommy would call it quits if today failed, and the good doctor had not lost a cleint yet. He intended to keep it that way.
Susie was anxious waiting for Tony to come with her outfit for the program. She was nervous about this and was anxious to see Tommy. She was standing their topless with her arms over her breasts. She had already put on the skirt and had taken off her blouse and bra when she realized that the top half was missing. She let out a sigh of relief when she heard his loud footfalls on the stairs. Tony knocked once and came in. He handed Susie the bra and she turned around and put it on. "Man," she thought, "this really makes me look big! I bet Tommy would love to see me in this!" As she pondered his reaction, Tony put the adhesive gel on the suction cups. It was a very diluted mixture, and would hold ust long enough for the right time in the act. "This afternoon would be full of surprises for Susie, " he thought.
"Hey," Susie exclaimed as she turned around, hands covering boobs, "Those aren't the same ones you showed me yesterday!"
"One of the hostessed took them home to show off to her date and forgot to bring them back. It's these or no nip caps at all."
Susie wasn't THAT ready, so she reluctantly turned around and applied them to her nipples. It felt weird having a dead weight on them like that. She faced the mirror. Not as much coverage as she would have liked, but at least the combinaion gave her some coverage. Her nips were feeling very strange, almost as if something was making them tingle. Susie chalked it up to not ever having a gel like that on them before and thought nothing more.
If she had only known what was really happening, she would have left the building then and there. The gel contained a mild irritant that was acting to stimulate her nipples and make them highly sensitive. The lining of the thong , bra, and shoes (very high heels) and a dilute form of the powder applied to them. She was walking into an experience she could never plan ahead for. All the audience were hand selected by Dr. Kesee for their 'expert skills.'
Susie looked out and saw six, maybe ten men in the audience, mixture of ages and styles of dress ranging from formal to sweatpants and t-shirts. Tony had her stay behind the curtain as he told a few bawdy jikes to the men, who hooted and holloered at every one. Susie was feeling strange. Everywhere the clothes were touching her, it tingled. All along her breasts, the soles of her feet, her hips and the edges of her thong felt half itchy, half, well, aroused in the 'tender spots,' as her Mom always called them. She attributed it to nerves and sweat and just wanted Tony to get this over with.
Finally she heard her cue: "And now, time for our little Pony Show..." Susie came out, hands in the air, to the sounds of applause and wolf whistles. She thought is was a little cute. She turned around as scripted to show her 'tail,' to sounds of the same. Tony's 'trainer's whip' was on the floor, and she bent at the waist to pick it up, on cue. The guys all loved that. Tony cracked his whip and she turned around and pranced to the other end of the stage. He then held out a hoop. CRACK! Susie pranced and "jumped' through the hoop. Applause, then the whip cracked. Susie swallowed hard and jumped through again, her chest arched out as far as she could. The tassels shook as her bustline preceded her through the hoop. They were jiggling all over the place and the guys were loving it. CRACK! Susie jumped as she felt the whip flip up her tail. Tony had amazing accuracy with it and it had a great effect with the audience.
Susie did well, all things considered. She jumped through the hoops, and even had fun posing after each leap. Her tits were tingling and her loins were starting to be affected by the powder, making her highly aroused and eager to please. At the end of the sketch she was to get on all fours and shake her tail and tassels to the audience. She was hesistant, but bending down actually helped the thong not to rub her as much (her explanation for the tingling). As she did, Tony exclaimed, "Now, how about a hand for our little trick Pony?" Applause and whistles followed. "Now," Tony followed, "Who'd wouldn't like to ride this Pony?" All the guys cheered and volunteered to 'ride her.' Susie was shocked o discover she liked the idea herself. She stood up and shimmied her curves as she slowly turned around.
Tony gave a surprised smile and raised his whip. Susie knew it was time to go to the table. As she turned away, Tony cracked the whip. As he did, the tip hit a hook in the back of the bra and it came unclasped. Susie had taken three steps before she noticed and quickly wheeled towards him. That was not in the script, she tried to whisper to him, but the patrons were shouting their approval too much for Tony to hear her. She went to the table, noting that her boobies were tingling even more now that the air could get to more of her skin. She also noticed that she had not covered up. All that was covering her tits were the tassels. She felt no anxiety. In fact, she was feeling very good, both from the adrenalin of the show and the tingling the hidden powder was creating. One of the bouncers strapped her down on the table and lifted the end to prop her up and towards Tony, who was holding up several knives in his hand. He told the audience that he was a master knife thrower and would demonstrate his expertise. He faked the throw and a knive handle popped out by her left ear. Next, one by the right ear. "I never miss!" Tony exclaimed, "Now, her left foot!" Tony faked the throw and a handle popped out right below her nether region. Susie was at first startled by how close it was. The fake handle was actually pressing against her mound! Then Susie remembered that there was no slit there for a knife during the reheasal yesterday. Before she could try to retrace her memory, she felt a strange sensation down below. The knife handle was humming. Tony had installed a vibrator into the handle and turned it on with the remote. It was just enough to make you want to ignore it, but her tingling loins couldn't.
She wasn't able to concentrate on the rest of the knives as she tried to fight the virating and tingling. She could even feel her nips growing. To her shock, the tassels were starting to come undone! That would leave her topless, and she couldn't cover up. Tony had put down the knives, knowing the state she was in by now. They turned the table and now she was spread eagle before the men. Tony had turned the vibe off as Susie was near climax. He asked then men if they liked what they saw. They all hollered in approval. He asked them if they'd like to see more. They thundered "YES" in unison. Susie gasped as Tony rasied the whip. It cracked and Susie saw the skirt slowly slide down her hips and legs. One of the bouncers grabbed it and she was left with just tassels and thong. "MORE" the men cried, and tony rasied the whip. "Please, no" she begged to no avail. As it cracked, the left tassel flew through the air. The freshly exposed nipple rose to full height as the constricting cup flew away. Susie grasped with unexpected pleasure as it did. She gave no protest as Tony cracked the whip and removed the right tassel, with similar results. Susie felt pleasure course through her breasts as they hung there, exposed fully for all the men to see. "If only Tommy..." she thought. before she saw the whip raise again.
"Well, gents, we've knocked the tassles off her knockers. Shall we fling the floss?"
"YES!" they thundered. Tony cracked the whip and hit a small clasp on her hip. It stung a little, but she quickly lost the sting when she realized she was naked before them. She started to tremble, but it felt different. She saw guys adjusting themselves, touching themselves, totally concentrating and being sexually aroused...by her! She had never told anyone, not even Tommy how she realy felt about her body. Slow to develop as a child, the girls in gym class told her no one would ever date her or want her since she had no body. She'd have to be a "bad girl" to get noticed. She'd always tried to be good. She thought Tommy said she was sexy just becuase he was trying to placate her. Now, all these men were wanting her too. Maybe she was sexy...
Suddenly, she heard Tony call out, "Time to ride the Pony!" To her shock, one of the guys walked up and began to stroke her left arm, from the elbow towards the shoulder. It tickled, and she giggled. He grinned and began to circle her deep armpits.
"Please, no-ho-ho, sto-hap it," she protested. She tried to squirm away, but couldn't move. She gritted her teeth, but could not hold it in as his fingers entered the pit and slowly played inside. After five minutes, he stopped. She tried to catch her breath when she realized another man was stroking her right arm, creating similar results. She couldn't stand it. "Pleheeheeheese, don't. Stop tihihihickling meheeheehee!" Her voice rasied an octave as both men dug in. They would alternate, one softly teasing the skin while the other dug as if to find vegetables in the garden. She laughed and giggled for twenty minutes, her body shaking and contorting to try to evade their probing fingertips. They stopped to let her rest. Susie finally caught her breath and opened her eyes to see nearly all the men were naked or in their breifs or boxers. The pit ticklers were resting, fully erect and stripping down to show her their hardness.
Another man walked up, looked her in the face and began to trace around her navel. It was soft, slow, erotic, and fiendishly ticklish. "Nooo, please, not tha-hahahaht-t-t...pleheehee hee hee hee" she giggles out, unable to hold in the girlish giggles that the tummy tickling was producing. After five minutes of this, Susie felt the more fingers as the next man had sneaked behind her and was slowly stroking her her bottom. When he started tracing her cheeks, her body forgot about her tummy as her butt was being even more tantalized and tickled. She had never been touched there before and was actually enjoying the giggles it created.
Tony stopped them quickly and two other men came up to her. They stood at each side of her and pounced in unison on her ribs. She screamed as the laughing flew out without reisistance. The tickling was as intense on her delicate, sensitve ribs as the tummy and deiriiere play was erotic.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO..." was all the protest she could muster before she was in non-stop laughter and screams. The man on the left was moving up and down as if her ribs were a xylophone, the right was treating her like piano keyboard. After 15 minutes, they traded sides, allowing her only 5, maybe 10 seconds of relief. Trying to avoid their touch was futile, for bending away from one put her closer to the other.
Tony stopped them after another 10 minutes. Susie was already exhausted, and by the look of her, was in need of more than one kind of relief. She was gasping for breath, face redder than Tony's hot wings, and body quivering from hyperstimulation. Her breasts were heaving from her deep breaths, with nipples fully engourged from the powder stimulation as well as the tickling. Her hips were shivering as well. Tony was standing in front of her, and he could already see a swelling clit. He motioned to the audience.
Yet another man walked up, pulled up a stool, and sat down in front of Susie. Instictually, Susie knew what had to be next. "NO, PLEASE, NO! NOT THAT! I can't stand it there! I'm too ticklish there...I'll, I'll do anything!! I'll blow all of you! I'll hump your nuts off! Just don't touch my feet...PLEASE!!!!" At this, three more men came forward. two of them stood at her sides and began circling her breasts with their fingers, getting closer and closer to the areolas. The man at her feet did nothing. She was unprepared for this sensation, just as she was with the butt tickling. Her boobs had never felt this sensation, and when the reached her nipples, she went into orgasmic convulsions. It was a lusty laughter now. But, right before she hit climax, they stopped. "NOoooooo...." she moaned as she sensed what she was being deprived of.
Without warning, she felt fingertips on her left heel. She began to beg again, but her near orgasmic state was sapping her intensity. She gritted resistance and he explored her heel, then followed the top of her foot to the toes. In spite of the intesness of the tickling so far, she was able to resist laughing as her heels and toes were not very sensitive. As his fingertips approached her arches, the panic on her face was obvious to every man in the room. She had very high, very soft, hyperticklish arches. They were more ticklish that the rest of her body combined. The tickler milked the torturous anticipation for all he could.
"Please," she pleaded in vain, "not the arch!"
"Why not?"
"Because, because..."
"Is your skin soft there?
"Yesss"
"Is it sensitive here?" he inquired as he placed one fingertip in the center of her left arch
"Ye-hheess"
"How does it feel when I do this?" he grinned as his index finger made a very small circle on the helpless tickle zone.
"It..it..it mahaakes meheehee hee giggly"
"Why is that?" he asked, evil grin broadening as the finger circling grew.
"I-I-I'm tihihihicklish the-here"
"And?"
"Your're tihihihihihickling meheeeheeeheeehee!
"And how does it feel?" he teased as all five fingers began to slowly stroke the entire arch.
"IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!!!!!! STO-HA HA HA HA HA HAP! PLEA HEE HEE HEE HEEZZZZZZZZE!" Susie lost control as his taunting conversation made the tickling feel worse. The man who came up with the breast fondlers pulled up another stool and wasted no time, pouncing on the other arch.
Susie's body went ballistic. Any fighting reserves left in her body had been exhausted. All she could do was move her body by pure instinct as she screamed and laughed in ticklish agony. Ten minutes after both feet were being tickled, the heat that started earlier from the vibrating knife, intesified by the tummy, butt, and breast tickling became an inferno. She didn't kniow what was happening, but her body began to convulse in a way it never had before, and not just a reaction from the foot torture. The men stopped as she physically and verbally exploded in her first ever orgasm. Tony thought she would break the table supports from her shaking!
It was several minutes before she was strong enough to open her eyes. Most of the other men where stripped naked, some showing signs that they, too, had cum. They all gathered around her, telling her how sexy, erotic, and 'hot' she was. She smiled weakly as they said they were going to give her a 'special gift' now.
She yelped when they al began touching her at once. Each man had returned to his spot and began to tickle her again.
"OHH NOOO PLEEEASEE NAWHAWHAWHAWHAWT AGAIN! PLE HEE HEE HEESE...."
They were silent and kept up the tickling. Her feet, butt, tummy, breasts, and pits were under complete and simultaneous attack. She was so overwhelmed that she couldn't even put up a verbal protest. It only took 5 minutes before the next orgasm began to build. Then, she started to beg them to NOT stop. Just before the orgasmic wave was ready to crash, they all stopped, as if an orchestra conductor had just given the cut-off signal.
"NOOO. PLEAHEEHEESE... Finish meeeeeee!" she pleaded. She was so close, and desparatly wanted to feel it again. Instead, Tony unbuckled her, and gently carried her to her dressing room. There, as she quivered from her near-orgasmic state, she saw Dr. Kesee. He had been there to make sure that no one went beyond his set instructions. "You..you...you're here? You saw that and let them do that?"
"Yes," he answered, "This was all part of the plan."
"They...they actually wanted ME!"
"Those men were aroused by seeing and wanting YOU! I knew you were holding back how you felt about your body and this was the only way. Now, Tommy will be here in ten minutes, put your waitress uniform on and prepare to "wait' on him. He has four tokens waiting for you..."
Susie's loins were burning for touch, the swollen clit begging for completion. The muscles in her vagina were spasming, crying for something to clamp onto. Susie now had a one track mind, she knew exactly how to service Tommy tonight, even if it was in one of the cubicles!
Fifteen mnutes later, she was entering his cubicle. Tommy was amazed to see the nipple marks on her micro tube as she sauntered toward him. "May I take your order?" she purred.
"What's the house special?" he asked, with a grin as big as his growing erection.
"How about an appetizer?" she cooed, reaching under her miniskirt, and placing her thong on a saucer at on his table. "May I reccomend tonight's special, the double chicken BREAST sandwich?" she asked, setting down her tray and reaching for her top. Tommy nodded yes, reaching down to undo his fly. His hands anxiously reached for her as she slowly slid onto his lap
Dr. Kesee left Tony's office and walked by their cubicle. The sounds of passion coming (and cumming) from the cubicle were atracting attention from the early evening crowd. He smiled as he left, planning on how to help his next patient. He looked at his watch. "Hmm," he thought, "6:15. I better hurry. I'm supposed to be at Nicole's in 20 minutes." He felt in his pocket, pulled out a handful of tokens, and let a hushed, but lusty laugh pass through his lips and he opened the door to his Mercedes.
"Susie, it was your idea to get counseling. You're NOT backing out now." Tommy was right. Their marriage was on the rocks, and like it or not, she was a major part of thr problem. "Tommy, you know I don't like this...it's just...just...it scares me, all right?"
To say that Susie Ventman was shy or reserved was a bit of an understatement. Kind of like saying that Adolph Hitler was a little bit misbehaved. The running joke in high school was that she was so introverted that any day she would be seen walking around with her body turned inside-out so she could hide herself completely. At first Tommy thought it was cute, but as time went on, it got old very quickly. He loved her dearly, but her reserved attitude was becoming extreme.
It all started on their honeymoon. She was fine in the limo, necking like the world was about to end. He thought it no big deal when she made him wait in the bathroom while she changed into her nightie. She looked great in it and he was ready to go at it, but she made him turn out all the lights before getting in bed. She wouldn't let him see her nude. That was the closest he had been to seeing her undressed and that was six months ago. All sex was few and far between, and even then she would reluctantly remove her hose and panties (in the bathroom, of course) from under the full length skirt she was wearing, turn out the lights, and let him enter her from underneath. Now, she was barely letting him in before she was pushing him away, embarassed at the site of his manhood.
Susie tried to fight it. She just couldn’t face the thought of being naked, period. She knew she was pretty. Not an over-siliconed poster girl off a tire or mechanical tool company's ad, but she had a few boyfriends before marrying Tom. She was just always overcome with fear and anxiety at the thought of being even partially naked. She had tried medication, very slow undressing (one article of clothing every fifteen minutes), and even psychoanalysis, but to no avail. The pills made her fall asleep all day, she fainted when she had on only a bra on up top and Tommy was unzipping her jeans, and all the shrink's advice made things worse.
Tom was almost ready to get a divorce. He truly loved her, but he was almost ready for the loony bin. The two hottest babes in the secretarial pool at work had heard of his situation and were really turning up the heat on him. He was still faithful to Susie, but all the low-cut, overflowing blouses and micro-mini skirts they were wearing were pushing him over the edge. He wanted Susie's T&A, not theirs, but at this rate, even Susie knew that even Tom was only human.
That's when they heard about Dr. Kesee. He was well known as a specialist in cases like hers. Susie was desparate to save her marriage, and agreed to go with Tommy to see this counsellor, willing to do anything if it meant keepung Tommy. Or, so she thought.
Dr. Kesee had already reviewed Ms. Ventman's medical chart. Nothing remarkable. No history of sexual abuse, molestation, or rape/sexual assault. Her parents weren't abusive or condemning, at least not in the sexual arena. In fact, the only incident even close to creating a problem was once, when she was five, she had taken her shirt of at a family reunion and had been told to get it back on. Hardly enough to cause this kind of problem. She even had a fairly normal desire for sexual activity, it was just this compulsion to stay covered up that was a problem. He had her try to just talk sexually with her husband, a form of cybersex but face to face. She was fine doing that, and Tommy actually came in his pants twice as Susie aroused him wirh her descriptions. But when it came time to actually do the deed, she would close up again. The next step was forcing her to dress scantily at home all weekend. Tom was to hide her clothes and force her to wear a skimpy halter top and denim hot pants during the day, then string bikinis at night and to bed. She was almost able to stand the daylight attire, but by sundown, she would have panic attacks and lock herself in the bath, refusing to come out unless Tommy got out one of her long flannels. At this point, Tommy was starting to think that taking a dip into the secretarial pool with Heather and Stacy might not be so bad after all.
Susie was now desparate. The last night, she had actually put on the swimsuit. It was very revealing and she began to feel warm all over thinking about Tommy seeing her in it. But her hands, then her body shook so violently she couldn't even grasp the doorknob, let alone turn it. She actually thought she was going insane. When she told Dr. Kesee this, he knew of only one way to break open the shell around her. It would either solve the problem, or push her over the brink. He had used this type of treatment before, and it had never failed. At least, not yet.
"The fact that you were that close is an excellent sign," he began. "The problem is an aversion to nudity, not sexual activity. We just have to 'push' you into being willing to be seen. Sometimes a group or public act or display is all it takes."
Both Tommy and Susie were taken aback at this idea. He was curious; she was mortified. "J-Just what do you mean by pub…public??" she stammered.
"Are you familiar with Tony's Stable?" Dr. Kesee replied. They both were. "The owner and I know each other well and have a working relationship. He has allowed me to place many of my patients there for, shall we say, theraputic needs? It will be controlled and quite safe. You will have nothing to worry about."
"Easy for you to say," thought Susie. She had never been there, but Tommy had. It was a very popular restarant oriented to men. "Hooters with more skin" was how it had been described to her. The waitresses and hotesses wore very short denim micro-miniskirts with a fake horses tail poking out from the back. On top, they wore very brief tube tops. Tommy's friends had taken him there to start his bachelor party night. It had been quite fun for him, especially at the end when it was time to leave the tip. Each table was almost completely surrounded by walls, almost like a cubicle. Instead of leaving money on the table for a tip, the patrons could purchase gold colored coin tokens at the front desk. These would be given to the waitress as a tip, to be cashed in at the end of her shift. If the waitress earned one coin, the patron would be allowed to place the coin in her top, where ever he wanted. Usually, it was planted deep into her cleavage. If she earned two coins, she would pull down her top and allow the customer to place the coins on the material, and they would be held in place by her top as she pulled it back up. There were always rumours of what you could get for three or four tokens, but that was usually left to the discretion of the waitress. If they behaved poorly, the waitress had the right to give nothing in return (with back-up from the many bouncers that patrolled the floor). But, rarely did they have to get involved.
Susie was getting that scary, nervous feeling again. She asked him what she would have to wear and the counselor held up a poster of the past year's "Pony of the Year" At he sight of the heavily-endowed redhead's image, she stood up and walked to the door. Tommy looked at Dr. Kesee. He told him to be supportive and gently persuade her that this was the best option left.
In the parking lot, Susie was in tears. How could she be seen in such a get-up? What kind of quack was this doctor? All the way home, she tried to break through her fears and try to pull her skirt all the way up or unbutton her blouse, to prove that she could do it, but the anxiety attacks would hit at the knees or the second button, as always. She knew what she had to do...
The doctor had arranged for her to start on Monday morning. She would learn what the waitresses did, be fitted for a uniform, and work tables on Friday. Tommy would be one of her customers that day. Tommy hated the thought of other guys seeing her first, but it would be worth the sacrifice. Besides, Heather and Stacy were coming on so strong and hard now that if this week didn't break the resistance on Susie's part, the chains of resistance would soon break on his. He told her all her knew about the place the night before she went in.
It was nothing like she imagined. It kind of looked like a old steakhouse, not the late '70's brothel scene she had expected. Tony, the owner and manager, gave her a tour of the facility, and ended in the changing room. The arrangements had already been made through Dr. Kesee. Tony didn't mind. Some of his best waitresses and hostesses were former patients of his that had decided to stay on as employees. He looked Susie over. No plain Jane, but not an incredilbe knockout, either. She would do just fine. He called in Tina, one of the hostesses, who measured her and fitted her in a "pony suit," as Tina called it. Susie felt a wave of nausea overcome her as she saw herself in the mirror. The denim skirt barely covered her buns, the bright red thong underneath felt uncomfortable, and the tiny red tube top showed more cleaveage than she had ever shown, even in a swimsuit.
The rest of the day was spent with Tina as she explained all about the history of the restaturant, how the treat the customers, what to expect from them, and, most importantly, what the customers were NOT allowed to do. Susie was relieved to hear that the customers weren't just lying in wait to gang-bang her, as she had heard from friends. In fact, she had the ulmtimate trump card on what the patrons would receive, if anything, for their tips. Now, it was obvious that the more waitress did, the more tip coins she would receive and word got around quickly who's cubicles they wanted and who's they didn't want.
Tuesday and Wednesday were a blurr. She shadowed NIcole, a very busty brunette who had been working there for 5 years. Her tube was always lumpy from coins and she was the guy’s favorite waitress for the lunch time rush. Susie was amazed by how easily Nicole would lower her top. She was easily a 38C or D and Susie was amazed at how Nicole's tube could stay up at all.
Nicole taught her all the tricks: How to lean over the tables to give maximum view of her bustline; how to set down the tray on the side tables and bend to give the "bottom dwellers" a good view of her "tail."; the best way to verbally tease and play with patrons and earn the big tips. Nicole was even the master of the "balancing act." This was saved for patrons who treated the waitresses very well. She would lean backward, then pull down the tube top. Next, the lucky customer would balance a token on top of each nipple. Tony always kept the AC turned down, so the chilly air made this fesable most of the time. Then, she would pull up the top and both tokens would be seen outlined under her top.
Susie asked her how she could do all this and seem so causal and even excited about it. Nicole related her reasons. “When I was a freshman in high school, I was already a 32C and all the guys would hit on me just because of my boobies. Just the thought of guys back then oogling me like that turned me on. It seemed my ‘high beams’ were always on. I would get to the point where I couldn’t stand to have anything on above the waist. I had to be showing something, even if it was just a hint of cleavage. When I started working, I couldn’t stand it and couldn’t overcome the urge to flaunt ‘em. Then I met Dr. Kesee, who sent me here. I actually loved it here and have been here five years now. By the time I get home, I’m so hot and horny that my boyfriend has to wait two hours afer I get home before he can do anything else. But, it’s keeps him happy, I’m verrry happy, and I don’t feel like I’m going nuts anymore.”
On Thursday, Susie was called into Tony’s office. Nicole had called in sick for Thursday and Friday. She would shadow him during the morning. On Friday, she had to take Nicole’s place for him on a ‘special project.’ That afternoon, Susie was lead downstairs to what looked like a small stage area. Tony explained to her that on Friday afternoon, there was a special group that they would be entertaining. Susie looked confused as Tony explained. For specially favored customers, one of the waitresses would help him put on an ‘old-fashioned” burlesque show. Tony’s grandparents and great-grandparents had been in burlesque and vaudeville and he still had many of their old props. She would deliver their drinks, then join him onstage for two short acts.
Tony showed her the stage props. First, there were some stands and hoops that looked like they belongs to an old circus. She would be in a modified version of her waitress costume and jump through the hoops and pose on the stands as if she were a trained pony. After this, she would lay on the table at the other end of the stage. Tony would buckle her down, change the table form horzontal to vertical. In various spots on the table were long slits. As he showed her how to hold herself still, he stepped back and hit a remote control in his hand. Suddenly, a knife handle shot out through a slot in the table, looking as if Tony had just thrown it at her. He explained that as long as she held still and didn’t block the slots, the handles wouldn’t even touch here. She felt nervous when he buckled her down, but was relieved after the rehearsal when she saw she would be perfectly safe. She didn’t like the costume, thought. The skirt was like the waitress uniform, only red satin instead of blue denim, and showed even more cheek. On top she would have on an open-cupped shelf bra that would boost her up massively but not cover anything. The only part covered would be her areolas, covered by two small suction cups with red, white and blue tassels attached. Tony assured her that the gel applied on the cups would hold them on and not fall off, and that the tassels would hide most of her tits anyway, since she was much smaller than Nicole. Susie held them up, and had to agree. The guests wouldn’t see much. After this show, Tommy would be arriving, she would wait on him, earn a two token tip, and (hopefully) be able to reward him for the tip. Then, she would be done with this place.
Friday came with Susie actually feeling excited about going to Tony's Stable. All morning she practiced in front of the mirror how she would act for Tommy when he in. She actually felt good about the whole thing. When she arrived, she was told to go directly downstairs and prepare for the show. Tony was in the office with someone and he would be right down.
The visitor was Dr. Kesee. He was there to make sure everything went as planned for Susie. Tony held the tassels in his hands. They were the same color, but the suction cups were smaller and the tassels were much less bushy. The hook in back of the bra had been tampered with as well. Other preparations were also being made to help push Susie 'over the edge.' Dr. Kesee was sure that Tommy would call it quits if today failed, and the good doctor had not lost a cleint yet. He intended to keep it that way.
Susie was anxious waiting for Tony to come with her outfit for the program. She was nervous about this and was anxious to see Tommy. She was standing their topless with her arms over her breasts. She had already put on the skirt and had taken off her blouse and bra when she realized that the top half was missing. She let out a sigh of relief when she heard his loud footfalls on the stairs. Tony knocked once and came in. He handed Susie the bra and she turned around and put it on. "Man," she thought, "this really makes me look big! I bet Tommy would love to see me in this!" As she pondered his reaction, Tony put the adhesive gel on the suction cups. It was a very diluted mixture, and would hold ust long enough for the right time in the act. "This afternoon would be full of surprises for Susie, " he thought.
"Hey," Susie exclaimed as she turned around, hands covering boobs, "Those aren't the same ones you showed me yesterday!"
"One of the hostessed took them home to show off to her date and forgot to bring them back. It's these or no nip caps at all."
Susie wasn't THAT ready, so she reluctantly turned around and applied them to her nipples. It felt weird having a dead weight on them like that. She faced the mirror. Not as much coverage as she would have liked, but at least the combinaion gave her some coverage. Her nips were feeling very strange, almost as if something was making them tingle. Susie chalked it up to not ever having a gel like that on them before and thought nothing more.
If she had only known what was really happening, she would have left the building then and there. The gel contained a mild irritant that was acting to stimulate her nipples and make them highly sensitive. The lining of the thong , bra, and shoes (very high heels) and a dilute form of the powder applied to them. She was walking into an experience she could never plan ahead for. All the audience were hand selected by Dr. Kesee for their 'expert skills.'
Susie looked out and saw six, maybe ten men in the audience, mixture of ages and styles of dress ranging from formal to sweatpants and t-shirts. Tony had her stay behind the curtain as he told a few bawdy jikes to the men, who hooted and holloered at every one. Susie was feeling strange. Everywhere the clothes were touching her, it tingled. All along her breasts, the soles of her feet, her hips and the edges of her thong felt half itchy, half, well, aroused in the 'tender spots,' as her Mom always called them. She attributed it to nerves and sweat and just wanted Tony to get this over with.
Finally she heard her cue: "And now, time for our little Pony Show..." Susie came out, hands in the air, to the sounds of applause and wolf whistles. She thought is was a little cute. She turned around as scripted to show her 'tail,' to sounds of the same. Tony's 'trainer's whip' was on the floor, and she bent at the waist to pick it up, on cue. The guys all loved that. Tony cracked his whip and she turned around and pranced to the other end of the stage. He then held out a hoop. CRACK! Susie pranced and "jumped' through the hoop. Applause, then the whip cracked. Susie swallowed hard and jumped through again, her chest arched out as far as she could. The tassels shook as her bustline preceded her through the hoop. They were jiggling all over the place and the guys were loving it. CRACK! Susie jumped as she felt the whip flip up her tail. Tony had amazing accuracy with it and it had a great effect with the audience.
Susie did well, all things considered. She jumped through the hoops, and even had fun posing after each leap. Her tits were tingling and her loins were starting to be affected by the powder, making her highly aroused and eager to please. At the end of the sketch she was to get on all fours and shake her tail and tassels to the audience. She was hesistant, but bending down actually helped the thong not to rub her as much (her explanation for the tingling). As she did, Tony exclaimed, "Now, how about a hand for our little trick Pony?" Applause and whistles followed. "Now," Tony followed, "Who'd wouldn't like to ride this Pony?" All the guys cheered and volunteered to 'ride her.' Susie was shocked o discover she liked the idea herself. She stood up and shimmied her curves as she slowly turned around.
Tony gave a surprised smile and raised his whip. Susie knew it was time to go to the table. As she turned away, Tony cracked the whip. As he did, the tip hit a hook in the back of the bra and it came unclasped. Susie had taken three steps before she noticed and quickly wheeled towards him. That was not in the script, she tried to whisper to him, but the patrons were shouting their approval too much for Tony to hear her. She went to the table, noting that her boobies were tingling even more now that the air could get to more of her skin. She also noticed that she had not covered up. All that was covering her tits were the tassels. She felt no anxiety. In fact, she was feeling very good, both from the adrenalin of the show and the tingling the hidden powder was creating. One of the bouncers strapped her down on the table and lifted the end to prop her up and towards Tony, who was holding up several knives in his hand. He told the audience that he was a master knife thrower and would demonstrate his expertise. He faked the throw and a knive handle popped out by her left ear. Next, one by the right ear. "I never miss!" Tony exclaimed, "Now, her left foot!" Tony faked the throw and a handle popped out right below her nether region. Susie was at first startled by how close it was. The fake handle was actually pressing against her mound! Then Susie remembered that there was no slit there for a knife during the reheasal yesterday. Before she could try to retrace her memory, she felt a strange sensation down below. The knife handle was humming. Tony had installed a vibrator into the handle and turned it on with the remote. It was just enough to make you want to ignore it, but her tingling loins couldn't.
She wasn't able to concentrate on the rest of the knives as she tried to fight the virating and tingling. She could even feel her nips growing. To her shock, the tassels were starting to come undone! That would leave her topless, and she couldn't cover up. Tony had put down the knives, knowing the state she was in by now. They turned the table and now she was spread eagle before the men. Tony had turned the vibe off as Susie was near climax. He asked then men if they liked what they saw. They all hollered in approval. He asked them if they'd like to see more. They thundered "YES" in unison. Susie gasped as Tony rasied the whip. It cracked and Susie saw the skirt slowly slide down her hips and legs. One of the bouncers grabbed it and she was left with just tassels and thong. "MORE" the men cried, and tony rasied the whip. "Please, no" she begged to no avail. As it cracked, the left tassel flew through the air. The freshly exposed nipple rose to full height as the constricting cup flew away. Susie grasped with unexpected pleasure as it did. She gave no protest as Tony cracked the whip and removed the right tassel, with similar results. Susie felt pleasure course through her breasts as they hung there, exposed fully for all the men to see. "If only Tommy..." she thought. before she saw the whip raise again.
"Well, gents, we've knocked the tassles off her knockers. Shall we fling the floss?"
"YES!" they thundered. Tony cracked the whip and hit a small clasp on her hip. It stung a little, but she quickly lost the sting when she realized she was naked before them. She started to tremble, but it felt different. She saw guys adjusting themselves, touching themselves, totally concentrating and being sexually aroused...by her! She had never told anyone, not even Tommy how she realy felt about her body. Slow to develop as a child, the girls in gym class told her no one would ever date her or want her since she had no body. She'd have to be a "bad girl" to get noticed. She'd always tried to be good. She thought Tommy said she was sexy just becuase he was trying to placate her. Now, all these men were wanting her too. Maybe she was sexy...
Suddenly, she heard Tony call out, "Time to ride the Pony!" To her shock, one of the guys walked up and began to stroke her left arm, from the elbow towards the shoulder. It tickled, and she giggled. He grinned and began to circle her deep armpits.
"Please, no-ho-ho, sto-hap it," she protested. She tried to squirm away, but couldn't move. She gritted her teeth, but could not hold it in as his fingers entered the pit and slowly played inside. After five minutes, he stopped. She tried to catch her breath when she realized another man was stroking her right arm, creating similar results. She couldn't stand it. "Pleheeheeheese, don't. Stop tihihihickling meheeheehee!" Her voice rasied an octave as both men dug in. They would alternate, one softly teasing the skin while the other dug as if to find vegetables in the garden. She laughed and giggled for twenty minutes, her body shaking and contorting to try to evade their probing fingertips. They stopped to let her rest. Susie finally caught her breath and opened her eyes to see nearly all the men were naked or in their breifs or boxers. The pit ticklers were resting, fully erect and stripping down to show her their hardness.
Another man walked up, looked her in the face and began to trace around her navel. It was soft, slow, erotic, and fiendishly ticklish. "Nooo, please, not tha-hahahaht-t-t...pleheehee hee hee hee" she giggles out, unable to hold in the girlish giggles that the tummy tickling was producing. After five minutes of this, Susie felt the more fingers as the next man had sneaked behind her and was slowly stroking her her bottom. When he started tracing her cheeks, her body forgot about her tummy as her butt was being even more tantalized and tickled. She had never been touched there before and was actually enjoying the giggles it created.
Tony stopped them quickly and two other men came up to her. They stood at each side of her and pounced in unison on her ribs. She screamed as the laughing flew out without reisistance. The tickling was as intense on her delicate, sensitve ribs as the tummy and deiriiere play was erotic.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO..." was all the protest she could muster before she was in non-stop laughter and screams. The man on the left was moving up and down as if her ribs were a xylophone, the right was treating her like piano keyboard. After 15 minutes, they traded sides, allowing her only 5, maybe 10 seconds of relief. Trying to avoid their touch was futile, for bending away from one put her closer to the other.
Tony stopped them after another 10 minutes. Susie was already exhausted, and by the look of her, was in need of more than one kind of relief. She was gasping for breath, face redder than Tony's hot wings, and body quivering from hyperstimulation. Her breasts were heaving from her deep breaths, with nipples fully engourged from the powder stimulation as well as the tickling. Her hips were shivering as well. Tony was standing in front of her, and he could already see a swelling clit. He motioned to the audience.
Yet another man walked up, pulled up a stool, and sat down in front of Susie. Instictually, Susie knew what had to be next. "NO, PLEASE, NO! NOT THAT! I can't stand it there! I'm too ticklish there...I'll, I'll do anything!! I'll blow all of you! I'll hump your nuts off! Just don't touch my feet...PLEASE!!!!" At this, three more men came forward. two of them stood at her sides and began circling her breasts with their fingers, getting closer and closer to the areolas. The man at her feet did nothing. She was unprepared for this sensation, just as she was with the butt tickling. Her boobs had never felt this sensation, and when the reached her nipples, she went into orgasmic convulsions. It was a lusty laughter now. But, right before she hit climax, they stopped. "NOoooooo...." she moaned as she sensed what she was being deprived of.
Without warning, she felt fingertips on her left heel. She began to beg again, but her near orgasmic state was sapping her intensity. She gritted resistance and he explored her heel, then followed the top of her foot to the toes. In spite of the intesness of the tickling so far, she was able to resist laughing as her heels and toes were not very sensitive. As his fingertips approached her arches, the panic on her face was obvious to every man in the room. She had very high, very soft, hyperticklish arches. They were more ticklish that the rest of her body combined. The tickler milked the torturous anticipation for all he could.
"Please," she pleaded in vain, "not the arch!"
"Why not?"
"Because, because..."
"Is your skin soft there?
"Yesss"
"Is it sensitive here?" he inquired as he placed one fingertip in the center of her left arch
"Ye-hheess"
"How does it feel when I do this?" he grinned as his index finger made a very small circle on the helpless tickle zone.
"It..it..it mahaakes meheehee hee giggly"
"Why is that?" he asked, evil grin broadening as the finger circling grew.
"I-I-I'm tihihihicklish the-here"
"And?"
"Your're tihihihihihickling meheeeheeeheeehee!
"And how does it feel?" he teased as all five fingers began to slowly stroke the entire arch.
"IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!!!!!! STO-HA HA HA HA HA HAP! PLEA HEE HEE HEE HEEZZZZZZZZE!" Susie lost control as his taunting conversation made the tickling feel worse. The man who came up with the breast fondlers pulled up another stool and wasted no time, pouncing on the other arch.
Susie's body went ballistic. Any fighting reserves left in her body had been exhausted. All she could do was move her body by pure instinct as she screamed and laughed in ticklish agony. Ten minutes after both feet were being tickled, the heat that started earlier from the vibrating knife, intesified by the tummy, butt, and breast tickling became an inferno. She didn't kniow what was happening, but her body began to convulse in a way it never had before, and not just a reaction from the foot torture. The men stopped as she physically and verbally exploded in her first ever orgasm. Tony thought she would break the table supports from her shaking!
It was several minutes before she was strong enough to open her eyes. Most of the other men where stripped naked, some showing signs that they, too, had cum. They all gathered around her, telling her how sexy, erotic, and 'hot' she was. She smiled weakly as they said they were going to give her a 'special gift' now.
She yelped when they al began touching her at once. Each man had returned to his spot and began to tickle her again.
"OHH NOOO PLEEEASEE NAWHAWHAWHAWHAWT AGAIN! PLE HEE HEE HEESE...."
They were silent and kept up the tickling. Her feet, butt, tummy, breasts, and pits were under complete and simultaneous attack. She was so overwhelmed that she couldn't even put up a verbal protest. It only took 5 minutes before the next orgasm began to build. Then, she started to beg them to NOT stop. Just before the orgasmic wave was ready to crash, they all stopped, as if an orchestra conductor had just given the cut-off signal.
"NOOO. PLEAHEEHEESE... Finish meeeeeee!" she pleaded. She was so close, and desparatly wanted to feel it again. Instead, Tony unbuckled her, and gently carried her to her dressing room. There, as she quivered from her near-orgasmic state, she saw Dr. Kesee. He had been there to make sure that no one went beyond his set instructions. "You..you...you're here? You saw that and let them do that?"
"Yes," he answered, "This was all part of the plan."
"They...they actually wanted ME!"
"Those men were aroused by seeing and wanting YOU! I knew you were holding back how you felt about your body and this was the only way. Now, Tommy will be here in ten minutes, put your waitress uniform on and prepare to "wait' on him. He has four tokens waiting for you..."
Susie's loins were burning for touch, the swollen clit begging for completion. The muscles in her vagina were spasming, crying for something to clamp onto. Susie now had a one track mind, she knew exactly how to service Tommy tonight, even if it was in one of the cubicles!
Fifteen mnutes later, she was entering his cubicle. Tommy was amazed to see the nipple marks on her micro tube as she sauntered toward him. "May I take your order?" she purred.
"What's the house special?" he asked, with a grin as big as his growing erection.
"How about an appetizer?" she cooed, reaching under her miniskirt, and placing her thong on a saucer at on his table. "May I reccomend tonight's special, the double chicken BREAST sandwich?" she asked, setting down her tray and reaching for her top. Tommy nodded yes, reaching down to undo his fly. His hands anxiously reached for her as she slowly slid onto his lap
Dr. Kesee left Tony's office and walked by their cubicle. The sounds of passion coming (and cumming) from the cubicle were atracting attention from the early evening crowd. He smiled as he left, planning on how to help his next patient. He looked at his watch. "Hmm," he thought, "6:15. I better hurry. I'm supposed to be at Nicole's in 20 minutes." He felt in his pocket, pulled out a handful of tokens, and let a hushed, but lusty laugh pass through his lips and he opened the door to his Mercedes.
