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Greetings, dear readers! I have a new Jenni story for you. It shares some similarities with my two stories, The Tickle Tub and Dreams In The Clownhouse. The latter can be found exclusively in my collection, The Adventures Of Jenni The Clown 2, on lulu. I wasn't planning on posting this originally, but it came out so well! Enjoy!
“How does it begin?” Jenni tapped her round chin with the partially chewed eraser end of her pencil. She had started taking patients again and was in the middle of a session with a 20 year old law student named Adam Carlson. It was their first session together and it had taken about 35 minutes or so to get him to really start talking. He suffered from reoccurring nightmares. There was one in particular that he was describing to her as they sat in her living room.
“I'm walking in darkness. Like, everything is black. I see a face. Like a... how to describe it?” He scruffed his hair and his eyes rolled as he struggled to find the words. “It's a woman's face... and it's smiling. But it's not human. It's almost like a mannequin. Like that ride at Disney World.”
Jenni was jotting down the details as he spoke. A good section of her schooling had dealt with dream explanation. She had never given it too much thought back then, but she had paid attention nonetheless.
“Suddenly the floor breaks away, and I'm falling. It's terrifying because I still can't see anything. When I finally land, the ground is soft. Incredibly soft.” He explained.
There was a knock at the door.
“Sorry, Adam. Gimme one sec.” Jenni set the pencil and notepad down and went to answer the door. It was her friend, Lily. The black haired beauty stepped in and waved at Adam.
“Oh, hi...” She said sheepishly before turning to Jenni. “I'm sorry. I'm early, I know. Is it okay if I wait in the other room?”
“Is that okay with you, Adam?” Jenni asked. “She's a friend of mine. She won't intrude on us.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Adam shrugged. Lily pursed her lips and walked through the living room and into the kitchen, shutting the door behind her.
“Okay, back to your dream.” Jenni smiled and sat back in her chair. She knew full well that Lily could still hear anything that she or Adam said from the other room. But she also knew that Lily wasn't a gossip girl or anything. Nothing Adam said would leave the house.
“Where was I?” He muttered to himself. “Oh, the ground. It's soft. It almost feels like a large pillow. Then I look up, and I see the face again. It's grinning at me. And it's larger this time. And that's when they come.”
“Who's they?” Jenni asked.
“I can't see them clearly. Their like, snakes or something. It's horrifying. But then, just before they reach me... I wake up.”
“What's your relationship like with your mother?” Jenni inquired as she looked down at her notepad.
“Aww, come on.” Adam seemed irritated.
“Is something wrong?”
“This is why I was reluctant to see a shrink. You think everything has to do with someone's parents.” He said snidely. Jenni was a little offended, but she bit her tongue and remained professional.
“It's not a standard question. The only reason I ask is because there are a couple things about your dream that point to conflict. Specifically conflict that can occur between a mother and child.” Jenni clarified. “For instance, you talk about being naked and walking in darkness. Nudity in dreams often signifies fear of exposure. Add to that the darkness which is representative of the unknown and insecurity. Those two things are pretty common in dreams and nightmares. But then you talk about the woman's face. You say she's smiling, right?”
“Yeah, it's a huge smile. Like the Cheshire Cat.” He said. “Oh, and her face is painted.”
“Painted? Like a clown?”
“Kind of... yeah.”
“Then you fall. Once again, a sign of helplessness and insecurity. But then when you land, it's on something soft. Is it a pillow?”
“No, it feels more like rubber or latex. More like a balloon.”
“That's not good.” Jenni said.
“It's not?”
“No. balloons in dreams usually symbolize depression.” She told him. “And then you look up and see the face again, but it's bigger. The answer is very clear to me.” She put down the notepad like a diner setting their menu down to show they are ready to order. “The smiling face is your mother, or at least some female presence in your life. I say it's your mom because of the other elements, like the nudity, darkness and falling. Either way, there is something that you have kept from someone in your life and you are either afraid of them finding out, which would be the tendrils coming at you... or you are afraid of that person hurting you. I would bet on the former.” She suddenly and comically threw her arms in the air. “So what are you not telling your momma?” She and Adam both laughed, bringing some much needed levity to the situation.
“That's just it. I can't think of anything.” He said, shifting on the couch to get more comfortable. “I don't tell her everything, but I don't keep secrets from her or my dad. I've never had to.”
“Then maybe it's not her, but it's some girl in your life.” Jenni declared. “I would bet my reputation on it. There is another thing though...”
“Yes?”
“It could be strictly sexual.” She said in a way that made him a little flustered. “You're naked. There is a grinning woman. Something is coming out at you, presumably to touch you. Are you seeing anyone?”
“No. Not in about a year.”
Jenni looked him over. His light hair was combed back. He wore a sweater, which was a bit odd considering the temperature. He wasn't bad looking by any means. And his skin looked... soft. Jenni realized how long she had been staring and cleared her throat.
“Well, I think that's enough for today. Lets meet again next Tuesday.” She got up out of her chair. “Same time?”
“Sure. That works.” Adam got up and walked with her to the door.
“Let me know if the dream comes back before then.” She instructed. He agreed and she opened the door for him to leave. Jenni watched him walk down to the sidewalk and to his car. Nice butt, she thought. After a moment, she remembered that Lily was waiting.
“Jenni, you know I am almost always game to help you with things like this, but it's just not possible.” Lily was trying to get through to her buxom friend. Jenni had hatched an idea regarding Adam, but it was quite out of the question.
“Not possible?” Jenni scoffed. “What about the Tickle Tub?”
“That was different, Hon.” Lily lit a cigarette. “I spent weeks making that thing. The parts all came from existing devices and it took time. You are wanting something that doesn't exist, that would work in a way that is contrary to reality, and apparently, you want it now. It's not gonna happen. You will just have to think of something else. The only way that thing would work is in your dreams.”
Lily handed her cig to Jenni, who looked annoyed as she inhaled, expand. Then it hit her.
“Or HIS dreams...”
“Jenni...” Lily knew what the brunette was thinking. “I can do that. You know I can. But you also know that it takes a lot out of me. I have to be there with you and not break concentration. It's a matter of focus and you will owe me big time. Like, buy all of my drinks for a month kind of big time.”
“Deal!” Jenni eagerly agreed. “Can we do it tonight?”
“Do you have a picture of him?”
“I sure do. His initial email setting up the appointment today linked to his Facebook. You have you choice of pics that I can print out. We have his address, too.”
“Okay.” Lily took the cigarette back. “We'll just have to be careful that nobody sees us.” She chuckled. “I don't even want to know what you are going to do to him with that thing once you've got him.”
“Yes, you do.” Jenni smirked. She already had the whole plan mapped out.
Adam was starting to drift off as he laid across his futon. He lifted his wrist wearily to see his watch and realized that it was nearly a quarter to One. He had to be up at Nine. He couldn't fight it anymore. He grabbed the remote to turn off his TV and let his drowsiness overtake him. He never noticed Jenni looking in at him through his window.
“Okay, he's out.” Jenni turned to Lily. The witch took out her phone and found a good picture of Adam on his Facebook page. It was important for her to be able to see an image of him during the dream to keep hold of his subconscious and allow Jenni to take control. Jenni laid down in the grass and Lily snapped her fingers, sending her friend into a deep sleep.
“Are you ready, Mr. Carlson?” The blonde nurse with green eyes said from behind the desk. Adam looked around. He was in some kind of waiting room. There was a television bolted to the wall in the corner. Some kind of old cartoon was playing, but there was no sound coming from the TV. Adam was sitting nude on a couch. At first, he was shocked at his nudity, but when the nurse didn't seem to acknowledge it, he calmed down a bit and continued to survey his surroundings. It looked like a waiting room in a doctor's office. There was a painting of a Spanish Galleon on the wall. On the desk the nurse sat at, there was a small bell to ring for service and a couple of assorted charts that she was working on. She peered up at him and he noticed the unnaturally large grin on her face.
“Mr. Carlson...” She repeated. “Are you ready? The doctor will see you now.” Her voice was pleasant. Adam didn't say anything. The nurse pointed towards a door as if showing him the way. He stood up and walked to the door. He turned back to the nurse and she nodded. That wide smile still on her face. He opened the door and stepped inside.
The door slammed behind him and disappeared. There was darkness. The same darkness he had come to fear in his dreams. He felt panic overtake him. He expected to see the creepy mannequin face any second.
“Behind you, Adam.” He heard a familiar voice and spun around to see a woman's face. It wasn't the same one from his other dreams, though. It was painted and clownlike, but it looked more like... Jenni.
“What are you...” He trailed off.
“What can I say?” She shrugged. “The doctor is in. Going down?”
The ground vanished beneath him and he fell. He couldn't see anything but he felt the wind rushing up to meet him. Why was the dream different this time? What was she doing here? He was still falling. He normally would have landed by now. None of this made any sense. WHY COULDN'T HE WAKE UP?
He finally landed in between two humungous, balloon-type pillows. What the Hell was this? It was cleavage. He was resting in the cleavage of an oversized pair of balloon breasts. He looked up behind him and saw the rest of the mammoth object. It was Jenni. Kind of.
It reminded Adam of one of those balloon castles that one might find at a carnival or grade school fun day. Jesus, it had to be the size of your average two-floor house! It was a complete balloon replica of Jenni from the waist up. Quite colorful (and anatomically correct), the face was white, blue, and red, matching her face paint. The arms of the bouncy effigy were folded across the chest, covering where it's nipples would be, and pushing up the already bountiful bosom that he was laying naked in.
“Do you like it?” He looked up in front of him to see Jenni's face projected on an otherwise black wall in front of him. “I call it my Clown Cradle. Patent pending.” She giggled at her own joke. “I suppose I should give you some of the credit for inspiring it, though.”
“What is this?” He tried to stand, but he kept sinking back into the latex cleavage, much to Jenni's amusement. Each time he tried to get up, a mechanized “Uh uh uhh” scolding emitted from the effigy's mouth. Finally, he stopped trying and just rested in place.
“Call it... occupational therapy.” Jenni told him. “We are going to get to the heart of your issues and try to figure this dream out for you. I believe all of the necessary steps have taken place, yes? The darkness, the nudity, the face, the fall, the soft, cushiony pillow object that you land on, or should I say two of them, and then the larger face... a devastatingly beautiful one if I don't say so myself.” She made a cute kissy face at him. “I think that's everythi... oh wait! I forgot something!”
Oh, no! Adam felt dread fill his veins. The snakes! The terrible, alien-like tendrils that come after him to attack him.
“Please, Jenni... don't!”
“Here they come.” She whispered threateningly. Adam tried once again to get up so he could run, but once again, he failed to find footing and the effigy mocked him.
“Uh uh uhh.”
He saw them, eight of them, coming from holes in the black wall just below Jenni's smirking face. They were almost there. His terror grew and grew and grew...
Wait...
“Those aren't snakes...” He muttered to himself. He was right. They were like robotic tentacles. And on the end of each one, was a white gloved, feminine hand. “I-I don't understand.”
“These are my eight little helpers. Each of them modeled after my very own right and left. Think of them as extensions of yours truly.” Jenni advised. Four of them abruptly took hold of him, gripping onto his wrists and ankles, and pulling his arms out to the sides. He tried to fight them off but heard another “Uh uh uhh” from the large, inflated effigy.
“Don't fight them, Adam. They won't hurt you.” Jenni promised. Adam couldn't fight them anyway, they were far stronger than him. “Now, we need to figure out what it is that brought these dreams on.” The two gloved hands that held his wrists pulled his arms up. “You seemed a bit shy during or session earlier, though. You have to be able to open up to me. Luckily for you. I know a sure cure for shyness.” She gave him a saucy smile and two of the other gloved hands moved to his torso. He soon felt gloved index fingers running gingerly up and down his naked sides, from just under his armpits to just above his hips.
“Hey. Hehehe... what's the bihihig idea?” He writhed about as the hands held him in place.
“Seems like you're a bit ticklish, Mr. Carlson.” Jenni detected. “I'm thinking a little glove love will loosen your lips a little.” The two hands at his sides continued their journey up and down his sides as he giggled. “Laughter is not just good for the soul, but being tickled, specifically, can help generate a bond between two people. That's what I am counting on. And besides, It's always fun to tickle such a cute guy like yourself, so it's win win.” She admitted. The hands at his sides found two soft spots near the bottoms of his ribs and began teasing them, sliding along between the bones.
“Hehehehehehehehehe hahahahahahahahahahahaha...” Once again he tried to struggle, and once again the effigy playfully scolded him.
“Tell me about your ex.” Jenni suggested. “I have abandoned my theory about your mom but your previous girlfriend could be the source of your issues. The hands left him alone long enough for him to answer.
“Her name... was Katie.”
“How long were you two together?”
“Just under a year.” He answered and released a chuckle when a stray finger stroked his belly. Encouraged by this, the other hand joined in, so the hands that had been at his ribs were now gently scribbling against his stomach. “Not that loohohohng hehehehehehehehehehehehe...”
“Long enough, though.” Jenni thought about it. “She was the first big one, wasn't she? Bet you even lived together for a period of time, huh?”
“Yehehehehesss hahahahahahhahahahahaha...”
“Having trouble?” Jenni teased as she watched him squirm. The hands that were tickling, stopped, but the others still held him fast. “I have a theory.”
“Do tell...” Adam replied with a hint of sarcasm.
“She walked in on something, didn't she?” Jenni asked.
“Hey! I would never cheat-”
“It's okay. Calm down.” Jenni soothed. “That's not what I meant. I mean she walked in on you... taking care of yourself...”
Adam looked up at Jenni's face.
“What would that have to do with anything?”
“I knew it.” Jenni cracked a triumphant grin. “What happened, Adam? Give me details.”
Adam was silent. His reluctance made Jenni roll her eyes.
“Talk to me, Adam. Don't make me send the lobster claws after you.” She warned.
“The wha-?” The two hands holding his ankles suddenly pulled up, lifting his feet into the air and pointing them at the ceiling. Then, the final two hands which had yet to really do anything grabbed onto the backs of his thighs, where his legs met his butt, and started goosing him.
“HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA!”
“Tickle tickle! Better start talking!” The clown goaded him. “Those hands will never get tired.”
The hands started playfully squeezing his cheeks and he yelled out.
“OKAY OKAY HAHAHAHAHAHA!” The hands stopped and his legs were set back down. Jenni looked down and giggled.
“What?” Adam lowered his head to see what she was giggling at and realized he had an erection. “Oh my God...” He was mortified.
“Wow! Tickle his butt and watch him go bwowowowowowong!” She laughed after making the springing sound.
Of course, it wasn't the tickling. At least it wasn't JUST the tickling. Adam knew that. It was the whole situation. From the huge bosom he was laying on to the clown's flirtatious nature and lascivious line of questioning, the whole thing reeked of erotic playfulness.
“I'm a psychologist, not a physician.” Jenni said. “But I don't think it would hurt to run a test.” The second she spoke, one gloved hand took hold of his rigid member and another wiggled a finger softly against the underside of the penis, just above the testicles.
“Hehehehehehe...” He giggled quietly.
“What did she catch you doingggg?” Jenni repeated her question in a sing song voice. “Tell me or I'll show you just how ticklish you really are...”
“She diihihiihihdd.” He confessed. “I was wahahahatching porn...”
“So, she caught you with your pants down.” Jenni concluded. “Was she mad?”
“Nohoohohohhoohhhohoohoho...” He was trying so hard to get the words out. He had never imagined his privates would be so ticklish. The gloved fingers seemed to discover spots that he never knew he had. The finger toyed with him, dragging up and down the seam of his scrotum.
“She wasn't mad?” Jenni was confused. “The why would it have been a problem if she...”
“She lahahahahahahaughed!”
And just like that, it clicked in Jenni's mind. It wasn't that he felt shame over being caught pleasuring himself. It was that Katie had made him feel embarrassed. It all made sense now. The smiling female face in his nightmares wasn't scaring him... it was mocking him. He just hadn't gotten over the humiliation that he felt that day. The tickling ceased, but the one hand still held his member.
“I think I know what you need.” Jenni told him. “It's simple, really. You were caught masturbating and now you are insecure about your sexuality.”
The more Adam thought about it, the more it made sense. It explained every aspect of the nightmare. He looked up at Jenni's face projected on the wall.
“So what should I do about it?” He asked, desperate to hear what Jenni thought would help him. Then he saw the look in her eyes. She gave a quiet, dark chuckle... and the hand at his scrotum started to tickle again. The index finger dragged lazily all over his balls, drawing wavy lines and wiggling about.
“Hahahahahahahahahaha...”
“Tickle tickle tickle...” Her impish tease told him everything. She was going to try to make him cum.
“Noohohoho hahahahahahahahahaha...”
“It's for your own good, Adam.” The clown asserted. “You need this. You need to have an orgasm. And it needs to be SEEN by someone of the opposite sex.”
“I woohhohon't! I cahahahan't!” He was scared. Jenni knew that.
“You can fight it all you want, but I have eight very good reasons to believe that you will give in. Coochie coo.” The hand on his cock started gliding up and down as the other hand whispered over his balls. The hands at his wrists and ankles held him down. And the last two hands descended on him, ticklishly massaging his inner thighs.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehe Jehehehehehehehennnnnniii doohhoohohohn't!”
“It's gonna happen, Mister.” She assured him. “I've got all night.”
Adam screwed his eyes shut and tried like Hell to block out the velvety, knowing hands that were pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“You won't last, you know.” He heard Jenni's taunting voice. “I know you're ticklish. And I know how hard you are. Just let it happen... Tiiickle tiiickle tiiiii-ckle...”
“No! Hahahahahahahahaha Hehehehehehehehe...” He shook his head like a stubborn child and his chest and cheeks flushed red. The finger at his balls started tracing a specific pattern. He couldn't figure it out at first and then he heard Jenni slowly, but teasingly, humming a familiar tune... it was the ABC's. While the other gloves rubbed his thighs and manhood with loving attention, the other hand was writing the alphabet directly on his testicles, just near the top, under the base of the penis. It tickled soooo bad. But worse, the song itself came off like a kind of countdown, as if she was subconsciously telling him that he would cum by the end of the song. Jenni giggled through pursed lips as she continued humming the iconic melody.
H...I...J...K...
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehe...” He giggled through clenched teeth. He had to fight it. He couldn't give her what she wanted.
Q...R...S...T...U...V...
He was almost there. He could do it. He could beat her.
W...X...Y...Z...
He was about to breathe a huge sigh of relief when he heard the balloon effigy once more.
“Uh uh uhh.”
Without warning, Jenni simply started the song over, and the finger tickled even more softly.
A...B...C...
“NOOOAAAGH!” Semen pumped out of him as his body shook and spasmed in forced ecstasy. The hand on his cock carefully milked every last drop out of him as the other hands tickled and pleasured him. He looked up and watched Jenni's face.
“There we go... Atta boy... It's okay...” She smiled warmly at him. “See? It's nothing. Your ex should never have reacted the way she did... but that's no reason to carry that anxiety around with you. Now, you and I have shared this. And when you wake up, you'll feel so much better...”
In the back yard, Jenni's eyes flew open and she grabbed Lily as the two silently, but hastily, made their getaway.
“How'd it go?” Lily whispered as they escaped.
“Success!' Jenni giggled. “I can't wait to see how he behaves when we have our session next week. He'll be redder than a fire truck, but he will definitely be more willing to open up.”
Inside his house, Adam was wetting a hand towel with warm water and cleaning himself up. He couldn't help but stop and laugh at himself. That dream had been so weird... yet so silly... he was going to have to tell Jenni about it.
She would get a good laugh, he was sure.
“How does it begin?” Jenni tapped her round chin with the partially chewed eraser end of her pencil. She had started taking patients again and was in the middle of a session with a 20 year old law student named Adam Carlson. It was their first session together and it had taken about 35 minutes or so to get him to really start talking. He suffered from reoccurring nightmares. There was one in particular that he was describing to her as they sat in her living room.
“I'm walking in darkness. Like, everything is black. I see a face. Like a... how to describe it?” He scruffed his hair and his eyes rolled as he struggled to find the words. “It's a woman's face... and it's smiling. But it's not human. It's almost like a mannequin. Like that ride at Disney World.”
Jenni was jotting down the details as he spoke. A good section of her schooling had dealt with dream explanation. She had never given it too much thought back then, but she had paid attention nonetheless.
“Suddenly the floor breaks away, and I'm falling. It's terrifying because I still can't see anything. When I finally land, the ground is soft. Incredibly soft.” He explained.
There was a knock at the door.
“Sorry, Adam. Gimme one sec.” Jenni set the pencil and notepad down and went to answer the door. It was her friend, Lily. The black haired beauty stepped in and waved at Adam.
“Oh, hi...” She said sheepishly before turning to Jenni. “I'm sorry. I'm early, I know. Is it okay if I wait in the other room?”
“Is that okay with you, Adam?” Jenni asked. “She's a friend of mine. She won't intrude on us.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Adam shrugged. Lily pursed her lips and walked through the living room and into the kitchen, shutting the door behind her.
“Okay, back to your dream.” Jenni smiled and sat back in her chair. She knew full well that Lily could still hear anything that she or Adam said from the other room. But she also knew that Lily wasn't a gossip girl or anything. Nothing Adam said would leave the house.
“Where was I?” He muttered to himself. “Oh, the ground. It's soft. It almost feels like a large pillow. Then I look up, and I see the face again. It's grinning at me. And it's larger this time. And that's when they come.”
“Who's they?” Jenni asked.
“I can't see them clearly. Their like, snakes or something. It's horrifying. But then, just before they reach me... I wake up.”
“What's your relationship like with your mother?” Jenni inquired as she looked down at her notepad.
“Aww, come on.” Adam seemed irritated.
“Is something wrong?”
“This is why I was reluctant to see a shrink. You think everything has to do with someone's parents.” He said snidely. Jenni was a little offended, but she bit her tongue and remained professional.
“It's not a standard question. The only reason I ask is because there are a couple things about your dream that point to conflict. Specifically conflict that can occur between a mother and child.” Jenni clarified. “For instance, you talk about being naked and walking in darkness. Nudity in dreams often signifies fear of exposure. Add to that the darkness which is representative of the unknown and insecurity. Those two things are pretty common in dreams and nightmares. But then you talk about the woman's face. You say she's smiling, right?”
“Yeah, it's a huge smile. Like the Cheshire Cat.” He said. “Oh, and her face is painted.”
“Painted? Like a clown?”
“Kind of... yeah.”
“Then you fall. Once again, a sign of helplessness and insecurity. But then when you land, it's on something soft. Is it a pillow?”
“No, it feels more like rubber or latex. More like a balloon.”
“That's not good.” Jenni said.
“It's not?”
“No. balloons in dreams usually symbolize depression.” She told him. “And then you look up and see the face again, but it's bigger. The answer is very clear to me.” She put down the notepad like a diner setting their menu down to show they are ready to order. “The smiling face is your mother, or at least some female presence in your life. I say it's your mom because of the other elements, like the nudity, darkness and falling. Either way, there is something that you have kept from someone in your life and you are either afraid of them finding out, which would be the tendrils coming at you... or you are afraid of that person hurting you. I would bet on the former.” She suddenly and comically threw her arms in the air. “So what are you not telling your momma?” She and Adam both laughed, bringing some much needed levity to the situation.
“That's just it. I can't think of anything.” He said, shifting on the couch to get more comfortable. “I don't tell her everything, but I don't keep secrets from her or my dad. I've never had to.”
“Then maybe it's not her, but it's some girl in your life.” Jenni declared. “I would bet my reputation on it. There is another thing though...”
“Yes?”
“It could be strictly sexual.” She said in a way that made him a little flustered. “You're naked. There is a grinning woman. Something is coming out at you, presumably to touch you. Are you seeing anyone?”
“No. Not in about a year.”
Jenni looked him over. His light hair was combed back. He wore a sweater, which was a bit odd considering the temperature. He wasn't bad looking by any means. And his skin looked... soft. Jenni realized how long she had been staring and cleared her throat.
“Well, I think that's enough for today. Lets meet again next Tuesday.” She got up out of her chair. “Same time?”
“Sure. That works.” Adam got up and walked with her to the door.
“Let me know if the dream comes back before then.” She instructed. He agreed and she opened the door for him to leave. Jenni watched him walk down to the sidewalk and to his car. Nice butt, she thought. After a moment, she remembered that Lily was waiting.
“Jenni, you know I am almost always game to help you with things like this, but it's just not possible.” Lily was trying to get through to her buxom friend. Jenni had hatched an idea regarding Adam, but it was quite out of the question.
“Not possible?” Jenni scoffed. “What about the Tickle Tub?”
“That was different, Hon.” Lily lit a cigarette. “I spent weeks making that thing. The parts all came from existing devices and it took time. You are wanting something that doesn't exist, that would work in a way that is contrary to reality, and apparently, you want it now. It's not gonna happen. You will just have to think of something else. The only way that thing would work is in your dreams.”
Lily handed her cig to Jenni, who looked annoyed as she inhaled, expand. Then it hit her.
“Or HIS dreams...”
“Jenni...” Lily knew what the brunette was thinking. “I can do that. You know I can. But you also know that it takes a lot out of me. I have to be there with you and not break concentration. It's a matter of focus and you will owe me big time. Like, buy all of my drinks for a month kind of big time.”
“Deal!” Jenni eagerly agreed. “Can we do it tonight?”
“Do you have a picture of him?”
“I sure do. His initial email setting up the appointment today linked to his Facebook. You have you choice of pics that I can print out. We have his address, too.”
“Okay.” Lily took the cigarette back. “We'll just have to be careful that nobody sees us.” She chuckled. “I don't even want to know what you are going to do to him with that thing once you've got him.”
“Yes, you do.” Jenni smirked. She already had the whole plan mapped out.
Adam was starting to drift off as he laid across his futon. He lifted his wrist wearily to see his watch and realized that it was nearly a quarter to One. He had to be up at Nine. He couldn't fight it anymore. He grabbed the remote to turn off his TV and let his drowsiness overtake him. He never noticed Jenni looking in at him through his window.
“Okay, he's out.” Jenni turned to Lily. The witch took out her phone and found a good picture of Adam on his Facebook page. It was important for her to be able to see an image of him during the dream to keep hold of his subconscious and allow Jenni to take control. Jenni laid down in the grass and Lily snapped her fingers, sending her friend into a deep sleep.
“Are you ready, Mr. Carlson?” The blonde nurse with green eyes said from behind the desk. Adam looked around. He was in some kind of waiting room. There was a television bolted to the wall in the corner. Some kind of old cartoon was playing, but there was no sound coming from the TV. Adam was sitting nude on a couch. At first, he was shocked at his nudity, but when the nurse didn't seem to acknowledge it, he calmed down a bit and continued to survey his surroundings. It looked like a waiting room in a doctor's office. There was a painting of a Spanish Galleon on the wall. On the desk the nurse sat at, there was a small bell to ring for service and a couple of assorted charts that she was working on. She peered up at him and he noticed the unnaturally large grin on her face.
“Mr. Carlson...” She repeated. “Are you ready? The doctor will see you now.” Her voice was pleasant. Adam didn't say anything. The nurse pointed towards a door as if showing him the way. He stood up and walked to the door. He turned back to the nurse and she nodded. That wide smile still on her face. He opened the door and stepped inside.
The door slammed behind him and disappeared. There was darkness. The same darkness he had come to fear in his dreams. He felt panic overtake him. He expected to see the creepy mannequin face any second.
“Behind you, Adam.” He heard a familiar voice and spun around to see a woman's face. It wasn't the same one from his other dreams, though. It was painted and clownlike, but it looked more like... Jenni.
“What are you...” He trailed off.
“What can I say?” She shrugged. “The doctor is in. Going down?”
The ground vanished beneath him and he fell. He couldn't see anything but he felt the wind rushing up to meet him. Why was the dream different this time? What was she doing here? He was still falling. He normally would have landed by now. None of this made any sense. WHY COULDN'T HE WAKE UP?
He finally landed in between two humungous, balloon-type pillows. What the Hell was this? It was cleavage. He was resting in the cleavage of an oversized pair of balloon breasts. He looked up behind him and saw the rest of the mammoth object. It was Jenni. Kind of.
It reminded Adam of one of those balloon castles that one might find at a carnival or grade school fun day. Jesus, it had to be the size of your average two-floor house! It was a complete balloon replica of Jenni from the waist up. Quite colorful (and anatomically correct), the face was white, blue, and red, matching her face paint. The arms of the bouncy effigy were folded across the chest, covering where it's nipples would be, and pushing up the already bountiful bosom that he was laying naked in.
“Do you like it?” He looked up in front of him to see Jenni's face projected on an otherwise black wall in front of him. “I call it my Clown Cradle. Patent pending.” She giggled at her own joke. “I suppose I should give you some of the credit for inspiring it, though.”
“What is this?” He tried to stand, but he kept sinking back into the latex cleavage, much to Jenni's amusement. Each time he tried to get up, a mechanized “Uh uh uhh” scolding emitted from the effigy's mouth. Finally, he stopped trying and just rested in place.
“Call it... occupational therapy.” Jenni told him. “We are going to get to the heart of your issues and try to figure this dream out for you. I believe all of the necessary steps have taken place, yes? The darkness, the nudity, the face, the fall, the soft, cushiony pillow object that you land on, or should I say two of them, and then the larger face... a devastatingly beautiful one if I don't say so myself.” She made a cute kissy face at him. “I think that's everythi... oh wait! I forgot something!”
Oh, no! Adam felt dread fill his veins. The snakes! The terrible, alien-like tendrils that come after him to attack him.
“Please, Jenni... don't!”
“Here they come.” She whispered threateningly. Adam tried once again to get up so he could run, but once again, he failed to find footing and the effigy mocked him.
“Uh uh uhh.”
He saw them, eight of them, coming from holes in the black wall just below Jenni's smirking face. They were almost there. His terror grew and grew and grew...
Wait...
“Those aren't snakes...” He muttered to himself. He was right. They were like robotic tentacles. And on the end of each one, was a white gloved, feminine hand. “I-I don't understand.”
“These are my eight little helpers. Each of them modeled after my very own right and left. Think of them as extensions of yours truly.” Jenni advised. Four of them abruptly took hold of him, gripping onto his wrists and ankles, and pulling his arms out to the sides. He tried to fight them off but heard another “Uh uh uhh” from the large, inflated effigy.
“Don't fight them, Adam. They won't hurt you.” Jenni promised. Adam couldn't fight them anyway, they were far stronger than him. “Now, we need to figure out what it is that brought these dreams on.” The two gloved hands that held his wrists pulled his arms up. “You seemed a bit shy during or session earlier, though. You have to be able to open up to me. Luckily for you. I know a sure cure for shyness.” She gave him a saucy smile and two of the other gloved hands moved to his torso. He soon felt gloved index fingers running gingerly up and down his naked sides, from just under his armpits to just above his hips.
“Hey. Hehehe... what's the bihihig idea?” He writhed about as the hands held him in place.
“Seems like you're a bit ticklish, Mr. Carlson.” Jenni detected. “I'm thinking a little glove love will loosen your lips a little.” The two hands at his sides continued their journey up and down his sides as he giggled. “Laughter is not just good for the soul, but being tickled, specifically, can help generate a bond between two people. That's what I am counting on. And besides, It's always fun to tickle such a cute guy like yourself, so it's win win.” She admitted. The hands at his sides found two soft spots near the bottoms of his ribs and began teasing them, sliding along between the bones.
“Hehehehehehehehehe hahahahahahahahahahahaha...” Once again he tried to struggle, and once again the effigy playfully scolded him.
“Tell me about your ex.” Jenni suggested. “I have abandoned my theory about your mom but your previous girlfriend could be the source of your issues. The hands left him alone long enough for him to answer.
“Her name... was Katie.”
“How long were you two together?”
“Just under a year.” He answered and released a chuckle when a stray finger stroked his belly. Encouraged by this, the other hand joined in, so the hands that had been at his ribs were now gently scribbling against his stomach. “Not that loohohohng hehehehehehehehehehehehe...”
“Long enough, though.” Jenni thought about it. “She was the first big one, wasn't she? Bet you even lived together for a period of time, huh?”
“Yehehehehesss hahahahahahhahahahahaha...”
“Having trouble?” Jenni teased as she watched him squirm. The hands that were tickling, stopped, but the others still held him fast. “I have a theory.”
“Do tell...” Adam replied with a hint of sarcasm.
“She walked in on something, didn't she?” Jenni asked.
“Hey! I would never cheat-”
“It's okay. Calm down.” Jenni soothed. “That's not what I meant. I mean she walked in on you... taking care of yourself...”
Adam looked up at Jenni's face.
“What would that have to do with anything?”
“I knew it.” Jenni cracked a triumphant grin. “What happened, Adam? Give me details.”
Adam was silent. His reluctance made Jenni roll her eyes.
“Talk to me, Adam. Don't make me send the lobster claws after you.” She warned.
“The wha-?” The two hands holding his ankles suddenly pulled up, lifting his feet into the air and pointing them at the ceiling. Then, the final two hands which had yet to really do anything grabbed onto the backs of his thighs, where his legs met his butt, and started goosing him.
“HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA!”
“Tickle tickle! Better start talking!” The clown goaded him. “Those hands will never get tired.”
The hands started playfully squeezing his cheeks and he yelled out.
“OKAY OKAY HAHAHAHAHAHA!” The hands stopped and his legs were set back down. Jenni looked down and giggled.
“What?” Adam lowered his head to see what she was giggling at and realized he had an erection. “Oh my God...” He was mortified.
“Wow! Tickle his butt and watch him go bwowowowowowong!” She laughed after making the springing sound.
Of course, it wasn't the tickling. At least it wasn't JUST the tickling. Adam knew that. It was the whole situation. From the huge bosom he was laying on to the clown's flirtatious nature and lascivious line of questioning, the whole thing reeked of erotic playfulness.
“I'm a psychologist, not a physician.” Jenni said. “But I don't think it would hurt to run a test.” The second she spoke, one gloved hand took hold of his rigid member and another wiggled a finger softly against the underside of the penis, just above the testicles.
“Hehehehehehe...” He giggled quietly.
“What did she catch you doingggg?” Jenni repeated her question in a sing song voice. “Tell me or I'll show you just how ticklish you really are...”
“She diihihiihihdd.” He confessed. “I was wahahahatching porn...”
“So, she caught you with your pants down.” Jenni concluded. “Was she mad?”
“Nohoohohohhoohhhohoohoho...” He was trying so hard to get the words out. He had never imagined his privates would be so ticklish. The gloved fingers seemed to discover spots that he never knew he had. The finger toyed with him, dragging up and down the seam of his scrotum.
“She wasn't mad?” Jenni was confused. “The why would it have been a problem if she...”
“She lahahahahahahaughed!”
And just like that, it clicked in Jenni's mind. It wasn't that he felt shame over being caught pleasuring himself. It was that Katie had made him feel embarrassed. It all made sense now. The smiling female face in his nightmares wasn't scaring him... it was mocking him. He just hadn't gotten over the humiliation that he felt that day. The tickling ceased, but the one hand still held his member.
“I think I know what you need.” Jenni told him. “It's simple, really. You were caught masturbating and now you are insecure about your sexuality.”
The more Adam thought about it, the more it made sense. It explained every aspect of the nightmare. He looked up at Jenni's face projected on the wall.
“So what should I do about it?” He asked, desperate to hear what Jenni thought would help him. Then he saw the look in her eyes. She gave a quiet, dark chuckle... and the hand at his scrotum started to tickle again. The index finger dragged lazily all over his balls, drawing wavy lines and wiggling about.
“Hahahahahahahahahaha...”
“Tickle tickle tickle...” Her impish tease told him everything. She was going to try to make him cum.
“Noohohoho hahahahahahahahahaha...”
“It's for your own good, Adam.” The clown asserted. “You need this. You need to have an orgasm. And it needs to be SEEN by someone of the opposite sex.”
“I woohhohon't! I cahahahan't!” He was scared. Jenni knew that.
“You can fight it all you want, but I have eight very good reasons to believe that you will give in. Coochie coo.” The hand on his cock started gliding up and down as the other hand whispered over his balls. The hands at his wrists and ankles held him down. And the last two hands descended on him, ticklishly massaging his inner thighs.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehe Jehehehehehehehennnnnniii doohhoohohohn't!”
“It's gonna happen, Mister.” She assured him. “I've got all night.”
Adam screwed his eyes shut and tried like Hell to block out the velvety, knowing hands that were pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“You won't last, you know.” He heard Jenni's taunting voice. “I know you're ticklish. And I know how hard you are. Just let it happen... Tiiickle tiiickle tiiiii-ckle...”
“No! Hahahahahahahahaha Hehehehehehehehe...” He shook his head like a stubborn child and his chest and cheeks flushed red. The finger at his balls started tracing a specific pattern. He couldn't figure it out at first and then he heard Jenni slowly, but teasingly, humming a familiar tune... it was the ABC's. While the other gloves rubbed his thighs and manhood with loving attention, the other hand was writing the alphabet directly on his testicles, just near the top, under the base of the penis. It tickled soooo bad. But worse, the song itself came off like a kind of countdown, as if she was subconsciously telling him that he would cum by the end of the song. Jenni giggled through pursed lips as she continued humming the iconic melody.
H...I...J...K...
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehe...” He giggled through clenched teeth. He had to fight it. He couldn't give her what she wanted.
Q...R...S...T...U...V...
He was almost there. He could do it. He could beat her.
W...X...Y...Z...
He was about to breathe a huge sigh of relief when he heard the balloon effigy once more.
“Uh uh uhh.”
Without warning, Jenni simply started the song over, and the finger tickled even more softly.
A...B...C...
“NOOOAAAGH!” Semen pumped out of him as his body shook and spasmed in forced ecstasy. The hand on his cock carefully milked every last drop out of him as the other hands tickled and pleasured him. He looked up and watched Jenni's face.
“There we go... Atta boy... It's okay...” She smiled warmly at him. “See? It's nothing. Your ex should never have reacted the way she did... but that's no reason to carry that anxiety around with you. Now, you and I have shared this. And when you wake up, you'll feel so much better...”
In the back yard, Jenni's eyes flew open and she grabbed Lily as the two silently, but hastily, made their getaway.
“How'd it go?” Lily whispered as they escaped.
“Success!' Jenni giggled. “I can't wait to see how he behaves when we have our session next week. He'll be redder than a fire truck, but he will definitely be more willing to open up.”
Inside his house, Adam was wetting a hand towel with warm water and cleaning himself up. He couldn't help but stop and laugh at himself. That dream had been so weird... yet so silly... he was going to have to tell Jenni about it.
She would get a good laugh, he was sure.
