PeterVincentTGVK
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A direct sequel to Jenni The Clown: Chesty Cherry. You can find all of my Jenni and tickle collections completely uncut at https://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?contributorId=1670178! COme read all of her naughty adventures and more! Also, I am back to taking commission requests on DA. You can find me under JenniTheClown. Message me there if you are interested. I am taking requests but am admittedly being a bit more selective than before, mostly because I am not just wanting to write the same story a bunch of times. If you want to see any of my characters in a new or interesting scenario, let me know!!!
Jenni was in a much better mood the next night when she returned to the Peekaboo Club. She had gone casual the night before, but tonight, she was secretly hoping to get another shot with the handsome, khaki wearing stranger from the previous evening. She wore a low-cut, tight, purple dress that practically made love to her curves as she walked through the door. Though she was friends with nearly all of the girls who danced there, many of them could only wish that they had her body. In a club full of naked women, the general male gaze was usually set on Jenni. The brunette made her way to the bar area and saw red hair. It was Cherry. She was having a pre-show vodka tonic. Jenni decided to see if her conditioning from last night had stuck. She pulled up a stool right next to the redhead. Cherry turned to see the brunette and tensed.
“Oh, hi there.” Jenni offered a handshake. “I saw you here last night. Cherry, right?” She played dumb, pretending the two had never properly met. The idea had been for the experience to seem like a bad dream to Cherry, which meant that both Jenni and Lily had to play their parts accordingly.
“Um, yeah.” Cherry shook Jenni's hand reluctantly. “Look, this might sound strange but... well... I'm sorry if I said or did anything to offend you.”
“Whaaaat?” Jenni acted like she had no idea what Cherry was talking about. “You're fine, hon. It's great to officially meet you.” She let go of Cherry's hand and gave her a pleasant look. Cherry just nodded awkwardly, finished her drink, and walked away. Jenni watched Cherry wander off with her figurative tail between her legs and couldn't help a quiet chuckle.
“Did you do something to her?”
Jenni looked back to see Sheryl behind the bar, leaning forward slightly with her hands on the counter.
“Who? Me?” Jenni asked innocently. “Never.”
“Uh huh.” Sheryl gave Jenni a knowing smirk. “Well, you must have gotten through to her. She's been incredibly polite to everyone here today. She even bought a drink for Lily about a half hour ago.”
“That's good to hear.” Jenni insisted on keeping up the charade, knowing full well that Sheryl wasn't stupid.
“Well, even if you won't admit to it, this round is on me. What are you having?”
“How about Crown? Neat?” Jenni requested. She was so high on her contentment over how well things had worked out, that she didn't even notice when somebody sat down next to her in the stool Cherry had been using before. Sheryl had the Canadian Whiskey sitting in front of Jenni before the person spoke up.
“You were here last night, weren't you?”
Jenni was in mid sip when she turned to see him. It was the guy she had been hoping to see. The stranger from the previous evening. He was wearing khaki dress pants again, but this time, his buttoned shirt was white. She secretly hoped he wasn't wearing the same exact pair of pants two nights in a row, but he didn't seem to be the type to do that. In fact, he looked very neat, just as he had last night. He probably spent just as much time in front of a mirror before going out as she did. She almost laughed at the though.
“Yes, I was. And I'm flattered.” She said.
“Why are you flattered?”
“Because in a club full of young, nubile, and typically topless women... I'm the one you remember.” Jenni simpered.
“I'm Peter.” He introduced himself. “But you can call me Pete.”
“I'm Jennifer, but you can call me Jenni.” She replied.
“I'd rather call you tonight.”
“Ooo...” She took another drink. “Quick wit.”
“Not really.” He chuckled. “I just got lucky with that one. And yes, you did make quite an impression on me. I have to ask though, what are you doing in a place like this two nights in a row? Are you into girls?”
“Let's just say that I'm... adaptable.” Jenni offered. “I guess I don't have to ask what a strapping young man like yourself is doing here.”
“Well, to be honest, I came last night for the show. But tonight, I came to see if you would be here.” He was smooth. Very smooth. Alarms started going off in Jenni's head. She had learned from experience that the guys who are calm and collected are the ones you have to watch out for. If they can look you in the eye and remain cool as a cucumber, they are interested in your body, not you. No, it's preferable to find a guy who stammers. Who stumbles over himself. It means that he is afraid of offending. That he really cares if he gets shot down. Still, it was early in the conversation. There was no harm in keeping things moving.
She decided to play it safe and let him do most of the talking. He was happy to do it. After she was done with her drink, he bought her another, and one for himself. He talked a lot about his job. He told her that he was high up the ladder at a local insurance company. That he had inherited a small fortune from his uncle and had invested it wisely and was more or less worth a mint. It all sounded too good to be true. In fact, Jenni was convinced that none of it was. At one point, he excused himself to go use the restroom. Sheryl had been watching on and off and walked up to talk to Jenni.
“So, what's the story?”
“It's just that: A story.” Jenni told her. She sounded disappointed. “He's so full of shit, his eyes are brown.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. If he's the vice president for an insurance company, then I'm a fictional character in a series of fetish porn stories.” Jenni guaranteed.
“Wow. How can you tell?”
“Part of my psychology courses were based in learning how to spot a liar. There are a handful of things a man or woman can do when they lie to give themselves away. But there are two main ones: One, the person's eyes will constantly wander to the right.”
“Why is that?” Sheryl propped her shoulder up on the counter and leaned in, resting her chin on her fist.
“Because if the left side of the brain deals in memory. The right side, imagination. If someone has to look to the right when they tell a story, they are making it up. Two, some people, when they lie, they will subconsciously shake their head no as they talk. It's because their mind knows what they are saying is incorrect. He was doing both about every 45 seconds while we were talking. He could be anything in this world... but he's not what he says he is.
“Ouch, I'm sorry.” Sheryl sympathized. “He looked like a nice guy.”
“I'm sure he is.” Jenni contended. “I don't think he's malicious or anything. I think he just wants to impress me.”
“So, what are you gonna do??
“I'm gonna find out the truth.” Jenni told the bartender. “Even if it takes all night.”
“Here he comes. Have fun.” Sheryl looked up and over, walking to the other end of the bar.
“What was that about?” Peter asked when he sat back down, picking up his glass and getting ready to take a drink.
“Girl talk.” Jenni replied. Peter brought the glass to his mouth and felt something stroke his side near his belly. His midsection trembled when he felt the touch and he looked to see that Jenni was casually running a finger along his side with a thoughtful smile.
“What are you doing?”
“I dunno.” She batted her eyes at him like a schoolgirl. “I was just wondering if you want to come home with me.”
It didn't take him long to answer.
Jenni worked fast once they arrived at her home. There was little discussion before she guided him into her bedroom. Her four poster bed was adorned with light blue sheets and pillowcases and a dark blue comforter. She pressed him against her closet door and kissed him deeply. She then brushed her lips softly against his, crinkling her nose flirtatiously before kissing him again. She pushed her hips against his and rocked a little. The motion of her body and the feel of her chest against him caused him to harden in seconds.
“That's right...” She whispered sensuously. “You like big boobs.” She pushed her arms together, causing her cleavage to inflate in her dress. He couldn't stop staring. She giggled in amusement. “Are you ready for me?”
He nodded enthusiastically.
“Then get undressed.” She instructed.
“After you.” He suggested.
“Nope.” She shook her head slowly. “My house. My rules.” She pressed herself to him again, feeling his arousal. “Can't you see he's dying in there?” She whimpered. “Let him out so I can take care of him.”
Peter didn't need to hear anything else. He wasn't going to waste another second trying to one-up this woman. He ripped off his shirt hastily, much to her gratification. His belt came off even faster. Jenni wished she had a stopwatch. It couldn't have taken much more than a minute for him to have stripped completely bare. He had an impressive cock, she thought. She had seen bigger, but it was considerably thick. He had next to no pubic hair. She wondered if he had done some man-scaping earlier in the day in the hopes that he would get lucky.
“Oh, my...” She gasped. “Such a big boy... you better get on the bed.”
Peter did as he was told. He sat on the bed and she put a hand to his chest, laying him down and helping position him so that he was laying spread out. The bed was just as comfy as it looked. Jenni went over to her dresser and retrieved two leather belts and two satin scarves.
“What are those for?” Peter asked.
“For tying you up, silly” She winked and stuck out her tongue as she moved back over to the bed. He looked very nervous.
“What's wrong? Never been restrained before?” She asked as she wrapped one of the belts around his right ankle.
“Um... no. Of course, I have. I just didn't think you were into that.” He was lying again. Jenni knew that. Soon, she had both of his ankles tied to the posts at the foot of the bed.
“Well, I am into it.” She said. “I fact, I'm into all sorts of fun and goofy stuff.” She took his wrist and tied a knot around it with one of the scarves.
“Nothing painful, I hope.”
“Oh no. I don't believe in leaving marks.” She told him. “But I do want you fully aroused. I want you to be able to feel what I'm going to do to you.”
“W-what are you going to do?” She had him tied down at all four angles at this point.
“You'll see.” She smiled deviously. “Now, give me 15 minutes. I'm going to go into my basement and grab a few things. And while I'm gone...” She placed her hands on her breasts, which were still pressed together in her dress. She shook them, jiggling them for his viewing pleasure. “I want you to think about these. Because if you're a good boy... I'm going to bury your cock between them by the end of the night. No man has ever lasted more than 2 or 3 minutes in there, you know. They're magic.” She giggled and walked out of the room, leaving him to his thoughts.
Peter looked up at the ceiling, his mind reeling in so many directions at once. This was so damn cool. He never really thought that he had a chance with this girl. He had fully expected to be shot down. He felt bad about lying to her, but it was obviously worth it. She was so incredibly beautiful that his heart ached just thinking about her. And that rack! Sweet Jesus! He would die a happy man if he could have just 5 minutes with those things. On the other hand, this bondage stuff had him worried. He had never been tied up before. Who knows what she intended to do to him. What was she getting from her basement? What did she need for sex that she didn't already have? In addition to never having been tied up before, he had never used toys before either. Truth be told, Jenni would only be his third time. Second if you don't count oral. He was in his early twenties but didn't have to much more experience than the average 17 year old. All of a sudden, he wasn't very horny anymore. He was more scared than anything else. He didn't like this. He didn't like not having any control. He didn't like not being able to move. Maybe this was a big mistake. Maybe he should...
“Hello there, cutie pie.” He may as well have looked up to see a 6 foot tall Chihuahua standing on it's hind legs in an Armani suit, offering him the deed to the Playboy Mansion. That would have been a little easier for him to process than what was actually there.
It was Jenni, leaning against the door frame with her rear end. She wore a dark red corset and a purple tutu. Her face was covered in white greasepaint with bright red lips and Tiffany Blue feathers painted on her cheeks and forehead. She had painted the tip of her nose red, as well. Just how long had she been out of the room? 15 minutes? 20? She had a small black leather purse hanging daintily from her wrist. There were three letters embroidered on the purse in gold: JTC.
“Nice, uh... nice purse.” He had no idea how to handle the sight of her, especially in the corset she was wearing. How was that thing not bursting at the seams???
“I suppose the look of shock on your face is understandable.” She acknowledged as he popped her hips. “You spent so much time at the club telling me about yourself that I never had a chance to tell you what I do.”
“You work for a circus?” He guessed.
“Nope-ers. Although my bedroom can sometimes be a bit of a circus.” She giggled. “I'm a psychologist.”
“You...” Peter hesitated. “You are a psychologist?” He asked, as if wondering what that had to do with her appearance.
“Uh huh. Uh huh.” Jenni chirped as she skipped to the bed like there was an invisible hopscotch board on the ground, reaching the bed and leaping with a flourish to land on the bed next to Peter in an Indian style sitting position. “Oh, Petie... Petie Petie Bo-Betie Banana Fanna Fo-Feetie...” She quickly ran a nail up his right sole. He winced and she covered her mouth to suppress a chuckle. “Yes, it's true. I'm a shrink. But I'm also a clown part time. Kids parties and stuff.
“Are we... Are we gonna... you know?” He asked.
“Have fun? Definitely.” She nodded yes. “But before we get to that, we're gonna work on you a bit.”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean, we're gonna try to get to the heart of your little problem with fibbing.” Jenni proclaimed. “Consider this a free session.”
“I don't understand. I never lied to you.” He said defensively.
“Stop, Peter.” She put a finger to his lips to hush him. “I was born at night, but it wasn't last night. You have been giving away visual cues since the moment you sat beside me. Now, I'm not hurt or offended or anything. But I do mean to try to help you figure out why you feel like you have to lie so often. You're a good looking guy, and I'm willing to bet that you're smarter than the average bear.” She put the index and middle fingers of her left hand on the center of his chest. “But you should know that most of my methods involve a healthy dose of tickle torture.”
“Tickle tor... Are you crazy?” He struggled a little.
“Are you ticklish? I think you are.” She said. “So beware... beware... be a very, wary bear!” She quoted Winnie The Pooh as her fingers walked down to his tummy to the beat of the tune, over his bellybutton and down to where his pubic hair began. He shook and started to get extremely worried. He was exceedingly ticklish. He had been for as long as he could remember. “Mmm... I see you have yourself a tickawy tummers. Let's start there.”
Peter didn't have time to object before Jenni began to run all 10 of her fingertips along his stomach, lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. Her stroking seemed aimless, but it was still cutting to the core of him. While she admired the
goosebumps popping up here and there on his belly, he was just giving it all he had, trying to hold in the laughter.
“Does this tickle?” She asked politely.
“No... ihiht doesn't. You're wahahasting your tihihime.” He stammered and sputtered.
“Oh, you're right. I can tell that it doesn't tickle you at all. You know, due to your complete inability to speak coherently.” She teased sarcastically. She started to slowly wiggle her gloved fingertips against the soft flesh of his lower tummy and he snorted as muffled giggles threatened to erupt at any second. Jenni knew he couldn't hold out for too long. This was all part of the game, waiting for that first laugh. It was different with everyone. Some gave in right away. Some would try to fight it for as long as they could. Jenni likened it to the old “How many licks to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop” conundrum. Some people would just eat the whole thing at once. Others would go one lick at a time. She preferred to do the latter. She wanted them to fight, and she wanted to look in their eyes as their confidence slipped away with each... little... touch.
“C'mon. Give me a breheheak.” He tried to disregard the entire situation.
“You're trying so hard to fight it. I swear that “I'm not ticklish” is probably the lie that I hear the most often.” She told him. “But, you know what? I think that we can use it as a tremendous example to get to the heart of your problem. The first step of course, is proving you wrong. Proving that you are indeed ticklish. Making you see the truth. Now, you've had some moderate luck fending off the sensations from my fing-gees. But not even the toughest of tough guys can take one of my special tummy kisses without giggling!” Jenni made a popping sound with her lips and brought her face down to Peter's belly. The first thing he noticed was not the touch of her lips. It was the gust of warm breath that blew from her nostrils and flowed across his lower tummy, causing more goosebumps and making him wriggle his hips. He allowed a silent snicker to escape and she hadn't even done anything yet. He then felt the very tip of her nose touch his belly near his right side, directly on a particularly twitchy patch of skin. He almost lost it right there. He had to swallow and clear his throat.
That's when the kisses started. They weren't passionate or deep. They were more like pecks. The kind an aunt might plant on her niece or nephew's cheek. Each of them tickled, but he broke when she kissed near his hip.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehe...” Peter was giggling softly as she repeated this technique. She kept switching spots, keeping him on edge about where the next kiss would land.
“Not ticklish, eh?” Jenni teased with a huge grin, her lips less than an inch from their target. “Boys and their tummies, I swear.” She gave him four or five more kisses before she lifted her head back up and leaned against the post that his left foot was bound to. “Okey dokey. Now that I've exposed you and... softened you up a bit...” She gave him a gentle poke in his bellybutton just to watch his abs jolt. His eyes went wide when she did. She made a mental note of it, and continued talking. “Let's have ourselves a chat. I guess I will start with the obvious question: Why did you lie to me about what you do for a living?”
“Jenni, I don't know why you think I lied to you.” Peter tried to convince her. “I told you, I work as an insurance consultant.”
“I know. And you told me you got your license in Pittsburgh.” She nodded.
“Exactly.”
“Just fucking with you, Pete. You actually said that you got your license in Cincinnati. So there's another lie.”
“But I...” He realized that she was right. She had played him beautifully.
“I can see you need a little more... softening.” She opened up her purse and pulled out a small salad fork.
“What's that for?” He asked.
“Your feet.” She replied, much to his chagrin, as she threw her right leg over his left. She laid down with her chest on his shin, nestling her right foot under his bottom in an attempt to get comfortable. She noticed him shift a bit as she did. “Got a ticklish butt too, huh? Don't worry, we'll get to that later.” She assured him. “But for now, we are gonna test these paper thin soles.” She looked at bottom of his left foot, holding his toes back. “Oh, my. I can practically see the nerves.” She smiled as she heard him whimper behind her. “So, how does... THIS feel?” She quickly dragged the fork up his instep.
“DA! Don't do that!” He demanded. Jenni had felt his whole leg jerk when the fork touched the skin.
“Wonderful reaction.” She approved. “We have to get you to stop lying, so whenever you do, I want the tickle to be intense. You lied to me about your job earlier, and you lied about it again just a minute ago. That's two lies. So let's make that two minutes of foot tickles.” Jenni decided. “Starting... now!” She dragged the fork along his instep again, leading to immediate laughter.
“HahahAHHAhahHAhHAhHAHhahHAhHAhHAhHHAhHAhHAhAhHAhHAhHAA...”
“Tickle tickle tickle, foot” Jenni taunted. “Now, Petie's dignity is CAPUT!” She laughed at her rhyme as she worked the fork. She dragged it along the sole as she pulled back the toes, stretching the skin taut. She raked it up and down his arch, which made him shriek. She even poked the prongs under his toes. “The fork is strong with this one!” Even Peter had to laugh at that joke, though Jenni would never be able to be sure if he was laughing at her, or the tickling. It wasn't long before Jenni discovered that if she clawed at his sole, just above his heel, it drove him out of his mind.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Tickle tickle tickle, foot. I'm having trouble keeping you put.”
He pleaded with her to stop. She finally did, but only after 2 minutes which seemed like 2 years. She moved back over to where she had been sitting and put the fork back in her purse.
“Not gonna be eating with that thing for a while.” She laughed. “But you better understand that I have a number of small implements in this little bag. The more you lie, the more you will regret it. And that's a promise. So, let's try this again.” The clown placed a loving hand on his shin. “Why did you lie to me about your job?”
“I wanted to impress you.” He admitted.
“I know.” She rubbed his leg affectionately. “And I don't know what other girls are like, but you could work the grill at Burger King and it wouldn't make me think less of you. A job is a job. I'm not shallow. Next question: I guess... what DO you really do?”
“I can't tell you, now. You'll think it's another lie.”
“Try me.”
“I work the grill at Wendy's.” He chuckled weakly. There was a moment of silence before both of them erupted in laughter.
“Wow! Put me to the test, why don't you?” She chortled into her gloved hands. They both settled down. “Okay, moving on, did you lie to me about money for the same reason?”
“Yeah.” Peter confessed.
“I'm really not surprised.” Jenni said. “The number one reason why people lie is fear. In your case, fear of acceptance. You were desperate for my approval. It's flattering in a way. But, now that we have gotten that out of the way... we're gonna play a game.”
“What kind of game?”
“Ever heard of Truth or Dare? Well, this is kind of like that. It's called Truth or Else.” She said. “Now, make no mistake about it. I know when you are lying. It was part of my training. So you better answer my questions. And you better tell the truth.” She raised her fingers and wiggled them threateningly, sing songing... “Or Ellllse...”
“I get the idea.” He winced nervously.
“How old are you?”
“25.” He answered. Jenni rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse.
“Okay, okay! I'm 22!”
“Too late.” She contended. She pulled out a small, slender, Macaw feather. “You've forced me to initiate Navel Tactics.” The pun wasn't lost on Peter as Jenni started to lower the feather.
“Jenni, please no!”
“Uh huuuuhh...” Jenni nodded with a Grinch grin as the tiny plume found it's target and dipped into Peter's bellybutton. She twirled the feather, spinning it between her index and middle fingers, and derived great pleasure from watching him try not to laugh. At first, he grimaced, as if he was in pain. Of course, he wasn't. He was just straining himself in an attempt to fight the tickle. Jenni knew that the bellybutton was typically much more vulnerable to light tickles. If she had a blade of grass, she would have used it instead of the feather. But she could tell that it didn't matter as the smile began to spread across Peter's face like a virus. Jenni also knew that not everyone was ticklish in their bellybutton. Some people had next to no sense of touch there at all. But when somebody was ticklish there... they were REALLY ticklish.
The most important thing that she had learned about the bellybutton during her years as a tickler, though, was that it was an embarrassing tickle spot. The feet, armpits, ribs... sure. But there were other places one could be tickled which brought on a sense of self-consciousness and unease. These could include the nipples, genitals, ears (as Jenni had found out thanks to Lily a couple nights back) among others. Jenni loved tickling these spots and teasing her victims. The sillier she could make them feel about what was happening to them, the more she could make them laugh.
“This is quite a funny situation you are in.” She observed. “There's a clown tickling your bellybutton with a feather. I mean, I would bet anything that you never thought your night would be going in that particular direction, huh?” The feather continued to spin, the vane touching so lightly on the walls of the depression as the tip danced delicately against the tiny bump inside. “Tickle tickle tickle, Pete. Your face is the color of a beet.”
“Tahahahahahake it out! Hehehehehehehehehehehehe...”
“No. I don't think so.” She decided. “Boys are never quite so cute as when they are being tickled in such an awkward spot. Coochie coochie coo...”
“How muhuhuhuhuhuch longer?”
“I think we can continue as soon as you've had your tummy toot.”
“My whahahahat?”
Jenni dropped the feather and quickly brought her face to Peter's belly, blowing a loud raspberry directly into the ticklish dimple.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He arched his back as she drew the zerbert out for as long as she could. When she finally pulled away from him, he couldn't believe that none of her lipstick was imprinted into his flesh.
“So...” She took a big breath. “22 years old. A bit young to be lying about your age.”
“I know. I don't know why I did.” He felt ashamed.
“I noticed you were quick to correct yourself.” Jenni commented. “Let's take this interview into more scandalous territory. Whataya say?”
“Scandalous, how?”
“What was the first thing you noticed about me?” Jenni asked, fully aware that the answer was her chest.
“Your... um, your eyes.” He answered, his eyes wandering to the right.
“Come on!” She slapped her hips. “You're saying that you weren't hooked into me the minute you saw my breasts in my dress?”
“No offense, but there was nothing about you that really struck lust in me.” He was lying more and more blatantly.
“Oh, for goodness sake! So, I guess that stiffy you were sporting earlier was purely cosmetic, right? God, you just can't stop.”
“I don't want to admit it, okay!” He tried to explain. “I'm not used to having these kinds of conversations with...
“With what?” She challenged.
“With someone as beautiful as you.” He couldn't even look her in the eye when he said that. But, he was looking to the left. He was telling the truth.
“Finally.” Jenni sighed. At long last, she had gotten him to tell her the truth. And, at the same time, she discovered the key to his problem. She should have caught on from the beginning. He was scared of rejection. She already knew that. But more than that...
...He was shy.
He could barely look at her, and not due to disgust. He had been so cool and collected back at the bar. Back when he was lying. When forced to tell the truth, though, he couldn't face his emotions.
Lucky for him, Jenni knew the sure cure for shyness.
“Thank you for being honest with me.” The busty clown moved back over to his left ankle and unclasped the belt that held him. She then moved over and untied his other ankle. He could move both of his legs now.
“Are you letting me go?” Peter asked hopefully.
“Not completely.” She grabbed her purse.
“But I told you the truth!”
“Yes, after lying a couple more times. Don't worry, though. What I'm about to do isn't meant to be punitive.” She grabbed something and moved her hand between his legs and out of his view. He was about to ask her what she meant when he felt her gloved fingertips gently spidering in the crease where the backs of his thighs met his butt.
“Oh coohhohoohohohome ohohohohohnnn...” He threw his head back, trying to fight the giggles.
“I'm going to tickle you.” Jenni said. “I'm gonna tickle you in the most private areas I can think of. And by the time I'm finished, you won't have anything left to hide from me. No secret you won't divulge. Nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to be bashful about. Because you won't feel the need to lie. Once I have made you laugh by touching you in those spots, there will be a bond between us. Trust me.” She moved her fingers faster and he gave in. Not in the sense that he started laughing. He was already doing that. No, in the sense that he stopped trying to look as though he could handle it. His muscles loosened. His body relaxed. His smile brightened.
“There you are.” Jenni whispered, as if seeing him for the first time. “I found you.” She dug her fingertips into the creases and wiggled them. He tried to kick his legs a bit, but it didn't matter. He wasn't going anywhere. She knew that. And now, so did he.
“Tickle tickle tickle, bottom. He wanted free, but now, I've got him!” She took one of the belts and tied his ankles together, then sat in a lotus position and threw his feet over her head. As a result, the middle section of his body rested in her lap and he couldn't pull his legs free. But she had total access to every inch of him. She grazed her fingertips gently over his butt. This made him very twitchy, like when she had tickled his stomach.
“HahahHahAHhAHhHAhHAhahhhaAHhAHhAHhahhAhahhHAhAHa...”
“Where's that feather?” Jenni wondered aloud. She saw it next to her purse and picked it up. “If your cheeks are this ticklish, then I totally have to do a crack check. She spread his cheeks apart with one hand and dragged the feather from his tailbone to his perineum in a quick motion. As a result, he jerked violently. “Oh, Dear.” She giggled. “What a response! I guess I better send in the hole patrol.” Peter felt the feather flick against his asshole and he threw his head back in silent laughter, still trying to somehow pull away from her. Enthused by this, she once again abandoned the feather and started to tease his crack and hole with her fingers.
“HEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Yessir, we're gonna coochie all of that dishonesty right out of you!” Jenni declared. “There's some over here...” She wiggled her fingertip softly against the perineum. “And some over here...” She poked just under his tailbone. “And I'll bet anything that there is a TON of it in here...” She touched his now contracted scrotum with just two fingers, wiggling them back and forth just beneath the underside of his penis.
“What the fuck!” He pulled his legs in so hard that he actually hurt the back of her neck with the belt a bit.
“Ow!” She took his legs and brought them back down. “Guess that's too much for you. I better change positions.” She moved his legs down and got a terrific idea. She moved her own legs so that they were resting at his sides and his legs were wrapped around her back. He expected her to start tickling again, but she didn't.
Instead, he watched as she reached behind her back, untying the many straps on her corset. It took her a couple of minutes, but soon, she was topless in front of him. He started in awe and lust as she teasingly dangled the corset in front of him. She tossed it aside and chose to give him a brief performance. She moved back and forth, causing her breasts to dance, softly bobbing back and forth. She had a saucy smirk on her face as she made her boobs sway and wobble. She didn't have to look down at his penis to know it was stiffening. She became more than aware when she felt the head poke under her right breast. “I'm glad you liked the show.” She took a hold of his rigid member and he felt the cotton gloves stroking up and down the length of it.
“Mmm... ah...” He gasped and shivered.
“How does that feel, baby?” She cooed softly. She held the cock firm at the sides of the base with the thumb and index fingers of one hand and ran the fingers of the other hand up and down the shaft. “Does it tickle?”
It did tickle a little bit, like when she touched the underside or the spot where the base met the scrotum. But, for the most part, Peter was in a state of perpetual ecstasy. He closed his eyes and his chest even flushed a little as he broke into a sweat. He felt a short, cool gust of air on his balls and shuddered. Jenni had blown a gentle breeze against them to make his scrotum tighten more. She started tickling again, softly dragging her fingertips over his testicles in a wavy motion, covering them with gentle, almost affectionate caresses.
“Hehehehehehehehehehe...”
“You're gonna cum soon.” She told him. “You and I both know that. But I made you a promise when I first tied you down.” She brought a nipple to the head of his cock, teasing it with a soft rub. “Do you remember what that was?”
“Yes...” He stared at her chest with all the longing of a starving child. Jenni pulled off her gloves, slowly, making him wait. Once they were off, she reached into her purse once more, pulling out a small bottle of oil. She dabbed a bit on her chest, letting the warm liquid run down into her cleavage.
“I hope you're ready for this.” She took his erection in hand and wrapped her breasts around it. A sharp and instant gasp escaped Peter's lips. Never had he known such pleasure. It was as if the two softest pillows in the world had enveloped him in a loving embrace. “There we are...” She moaned seductively. “Nice and snug.” She rocked a little, moving his penis around. He shut his eyes again, losing himself in the rapture of every shimmy and rub. He remembered what she had said earlier about no man having lasted more than a couple of minutes between her boobs. He could believe it. He knew it would be over soon. Then... without warning, he felt something tenderly attack him. His eyes shot open and he saw Jenni. She was smiling benevolently as she tickled his bellybutton once again with the feather. She held the tickle tool in her right hand and had her left arm across her chest, squeezing her breasts together around him.
“Tickle tickle tickle, Honey.” She teased. “This orgasm's gonna be pretty funny.”
He snickered and giggled right up until the moment of ejaculation. The first squirt hit her in the chin, making her laugh. As more pumped out, he spasmed and jerked as if the orgasm was too intense for him to handle. He legitimately looked like he was going to black out from sheer pleasure. But Jenni didn't stop. She kept rubbing him with her oily breasts and tickling his navel. The truth was she had no plans to stop. She had promised him that they were going to have fun.
And she was no liar.
Jenni was in a much better mood the next night when she returned to the Peekaboo Club. She had gone casual the night before, but tonight, she was secretly hoping to get another shot with the handsome, khaki wearing stranger from the previous evening. She wore a low-cut, tight, purple dress that practically made love to her curves as she walked through the door. Though she was friends with nearly all of the girls who danced there, many of them could only wish that they had her body. In a club full of naked women, the general male gaze was usually set on Jenni. The brunette made her way to the bar area and saw red hair. It was Cherry. She was having a pre-show vodka tonic. Jenni decided to see if her conditioning from last night had stuck. She pulled up a stool right next to the redhead. Cherry turned to see the brunette and tensed.
“Oh, hi there.” Jenni offered a handshake. “I saw you here last night. Cherry, right?” She played dumb, pretending the two had never properly met. The idea had been for the experience to seem like a bad dream to Cherry, which meant that both Jenni and Lily had to play their parts accordingly.
“Um, yeah.” Cherry shook Jenni's hand reluctantly. “Look, this might sound strange but... well... I'm sorry if I said or did anything to offend you.”
“Whaaaat?” Jenni acted like she had no idea what Cherry was talking about. “You're fine, hon. It's great to officially meet you.” She let go of Cherry's hand and gave her a pleasant look. Cherry just nodded awkwardly, finished her drink, and walked away. Jenni watched Cherry wander off with her figurative tail between her legs and couldn't help a quiet chuckle.
“Did you do something to her?”
Jenni looked back to see Sheryl behind the bar, leaning forward slightly with her hands on the counter.
“Who? Me?” Jenni asked innocently. “Never.”
“Uh huh.” Sheryl gave Jenni a knowing smirk. “Well, you must have gotten through to her. She's been incredibly polite to everyone here today. She even bought a drink for Lily about a half hour ago.”
“That's good to hear.” Jenni insisted on keeping up the charade, knowing full well that Sheryl wasn't stupid.
“Well, even if you won't admit to it, this round is on me. What are you having?”
“How about Crown? Neat?” Jenni requested. She was so high on her contentment over how well things had worked out, that she didn't even notice when somebody sat down next to her in the stool Cherry had been using before. Sheryl had the Canadian Whiskey sitting in front of Jenni before the person spoke up.
“You were here last night, weren't you?”
Jenni was in mid sip when she turned to see him. It was the guy she had been hoping to see. The stranger from the previous evening. He was wearing khaki dress pants again, but this time, his buttoned shirt was white. She secretly hoped he wasn't wearing the same exact pair of pants two nights in a row, but he didn't seem to be the type to do that. In fact, he looked very neat, just as he had last night. He probably spent just as much time in front of a mirror before going out as she did. She almost laughed at the though.
“Yes, I was. And I'm flattered.” She said.
“Why are you flattered?”
“Because in a club full of young, nubile, and typically topless women... I'm the one you remember.” Jenni simpered.
“I'm Peter.” He introduced himself. “But you can call me Pete.”
“I'm Jennifer, but you can call me Jenni.” She replied.
“I'd rather call you tonight.”
“Ooo...” She took another drink. “Quick wit.”
“Not really.” He chuckled. “I just got lucky with that one. And yes, you did make quite an impression on me. I have to ask though, what are you doing in a place like this two nights in a row? Are you into girls?”
“Let's just say that I'm... adaptable.” Jenni offered. “I guess I don't have to ask what a strapping young man like yourself is doing here.”
“Well, to be honest, I came last night for the show. But tonight, I came to see if you would be here.” He was smooth. Very smooth. Alarms started going off in Jenni's head. She had learned from experience that the guys who are calm and collected are the ones you have to watch out for. If they can look you in the eye and remain cool as a cucumber, they are interested in your body, not you. No, it's preferable to find a guy who stammers. Who stumbles over himself. It means that he is afraid of offending. That he really cares if he gets shot down. Still, it was early in the conversation. There was no harm in keeping things moving.
She decided to play it safe and let him do most of the talking. He was happy to do it. After she was done with her drink, he bought her another, and one for himself. He talked a lot about his job. He told her that he was high up the ladder at a local insurance company. That he had inherited a small fortune from his uncle and had invested it wisely and was more or less worth a mint. It all sounded too good to be true. In fact, Jenni was convinced that none of it was. At one point, he excused himself to go use the restroom. Sheryl had been watching on and off and walked up to talk to Jenni.
“So, what's the story?”
“It's just that: A story.” Jenni told her. She sounded disappointed. “He's so full of shit, his eyes are brown.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. If he's the vice president for an insurance company, then I'm a fictional character in a series of fetish porn stories.” Jenni guaranteed.
“Wow. How can you tell?”
“Part of my psychology courses were based in learning how to spot a liar. There are a handful of things a man or woman can do when they lie to give themselves away. But there are two main ones: One, the person's eyes will constantly wander to the right.”
“Why is that?” Sheryl propped her shoulder up on the counter and leaned in, resting her chin on her fist.
“Because if the left side of the brain deals in memory. The right side, imagination. If someone has to look to the right when they tell a story, they are making it up. Two, some people, when they lie, they will subconsciously shake their head no as they talk. It's because their mind knows what they are saying is incorrect. He was doing both about every 45 seconds while we were talking. He could be anything in this world... but he's not what he says he is.
“Ouch, I'm sorry.” Sheryl sympathized. “He looked like a nice guy.”
“I'm sure he is.” Jenni contended. “I don't think he's malicious or anything. I think he just wants to impress me.”
“So, what are you gonna do??
“I'm gonna find out the truth.” Jenni told the bartender. “Even if it takes all night.”
“Here he comes. Have fun.” Sheryl looked up and over, walking to the other end of the bar.
“What was that about?” Peter asked when he sat back down, picking up his glass and getting ready to take a drink.
“Girl talk.” Jenni replied. Peter brought the glass to his mouth and felt something stroke his side near his belly. His midsection trembled when he felt the touch and he looked to see that Jenni was casually running a finger along his side with a thoughtful smile.
“What are you doing?”
“I dunno.” She batted her eyes at him like a schoolgirl. “I was just wondering if you want to come home with me.”
It didn't take him long to answer.
Jenni worked fast once they arrived at her home. There was little discussion before she guided him into her bedroom. Her four poster bed was adorned with light blue sheets and pillowcases and a dark blue comforter. She pressed him against her closet door and kissed him deeply. She then brushed her lips softly against his, crinkling her nose flirtatiously before kissing him again. She pushed her hips against his and rocked a little. The motion of her body and the feel of her chest against him caused him to harden in seconds.
“That's right...” She whispered sensuously. “You like big boobs.” She pushed her arms together, causing her cleavage to inflate in her dress. He couldn't stop staring. She giggled in amusement. “Are you ready for me?”
He nodded enthusiastically.
“Then get undressed.” She instructed.
“After you.” He suggested.
“Nope.” She shook her head slowly. “My house. My rules.” She pressed herself to him again, feeling his arousal. “Can't you see he's dying in there?” She whimpered. “Let him out so I can take care of him.”
Peter didn't need to hear anything else. He wasn't going to waste another second trying to one-up this woman. He ripped off his shirt hastily, much to her gratification. His belt came off even faster. Jenni wished she had a stopwatch. It couldn't have taken much more than a minute for him to have stripped completely bare. He had an impressive cock, she thought. She had seen bigger, but it was considerably thick. He had next to no pubic hair. She wondered if he had done some man-scaping earlier in the day in the hopes that he would get lucky.
“Oh, my...” She gasped. “Such a big boy... you better get on the bed.”
Peter did as he was told. He sat on the bed and she put a hand to his chest, laying him down and helping position him so that he was laying spread out. The bed was just as comfy as it looked. Jenni went over to her dresser and retrieved two leather belts and two satin scarves.
“What are those for?” Peter asked.
“For tying you up, silly” She winked and stuck out her tongue as she moved back over to the bed. He looked very nervous.
“What's wrong? Never been restrained before?” She asked as she wrapped one of the belts around his right ankle.
“Um... no. Of course, I have. I just didn't think you were into that.” He was lying again. Jenni knew that. Soon, she had both of his ankles tied to the posts at the foot of the bed.
“Well, I am into it.” She said. “I fact, I'm into all sorts of fun and goofy stuff.” She took his wrist and tied a knot around it with one of the scarves.
“Nothing painful, I hope.”
“Oh no. I don't believe in leaving marks.” She told him. “But I do want you fully aroused. I want you to be able to feel what I'm going to do to you.”
“W-what are you going to do?” She had him tied down at all four angles at this point.
“You'll see.” She smiled deviously. “Now, give me 15 minutes. I'm going to go into my basement and grab a few things. And while I'm gone...” She placed her hands on her breasts, which were still pressed together in her dress. She shook them, jiggling them for his viewing pleasure. “I want you to think about these. Because if you're a good boy... I'm going to bury your cock between them by the end of the night. No man has ever lasted more than 2 or 3 minutes in there, you know. They're magic.” She giggled and walked out of the room, leaving him to his thoughts.
Peter looked up at the ceiling, his mind reeling in so many directions at once. This was so damn cool. He never really thought that he had a chance with this girl. He had fully expected to be shot down. He felt bad about lying to her, but it was obviously worth it. She was so incredibly beautiful that his heart ached just thinking about her. And that rack! Sweet Jesus! He would die a happy man if he could have just 5 minutes with those things. On the other hand, this bondage stuff had him worried. He had never been tied up before. Who knows what she intended to do to him. What was she getting from her basement? What did she need for sex that she didn't already have? In addition to never having been tied up before, he had never used toys before either. Truth be told, Jenni would only be his third time. Second if you don't count oral. He was in his early twenties but didn't have to much more experience than the average 17 year old. All of a sudden, he wasn't very horny anymore. He was more scared than anything else. He didn't like this. He didn't like not having any control. He didn't like not being able to move. Maybe this was a big mistake. Maybe he should...
“Hello there, cutie pie.” He may as well have looked up to see a 6 foot tall Chihuahua standing on it's hind legs in an Armani suit, offering him the deed to the Playboy Mansion. That would have been a little easier for him to process than what was actually there.
It was Jenni, leaning against the door frame with her rear end. She wore a dark red corset and a purple tutu. Her face was covered in white greasepaint with bright red lips and Tiffany Blue feathers painted on her cheeks and forehead. She had painted the tip of her nose red, as well. Just how long had she been out of the room? 15 minutes? 20? She had a small black leather purse hanging daintily from her wrist. There were three letters embroidered on the purse in gold: JTC.
“Nice, uh... nice purse.” He had no idea how to handle the sight of her, especially in the corset she was wearing. How was that thing not bursting at the seams???
“I suppose the look of shock on your face is understandable.” She acknowledged as he popped her hips. “You spent so much time at the club telling me about yourself that I never had a chance to tell you what I do.”
“You work for a circus?” He guessed.
“Nope-ers. Although my bedroom can sometimes be a bit of a circus.” She giggled. “I'm a psychologist.”
“You...” Peter hesitated. “You are a psychologist?” He asked, as if wondering what that had to do with her appearance.
“Uh huh. Uh huh.” Jenni chirped as she skipped to the bed like there was an invisible hopscotch board on the ground, reaching the bed and leaping with a flourish to land on the bed next to Peter in an Indian style sitting position. “Oh, Petie... Petie Petie Bo-Betie Banana Fanna Fo-Feetie...” She quickly ran a nail up his right sole. He winced and she covered her mouth to suppress a chuckle. “Yes, it's true. I'm a shrink. But I'm also a clown part time. Kids parties and stuff.
“Are we... Are we gonna... you know?” He asked.
“Have fun? Definitely.” She nodded yes. “But before we get to that, we're gonna work on you a bit.”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean, we're gonna try to get to the heart of your little problem with fibbing.” Jenni proclaimed. “Consider this a free session.”
“I don't understand. I never lied to you.” He said defensively.
“Stop, Peter.” She put a finger to his lips to hush him. “I was born at night, but it wasn't last night. You have been giving away visual cues since the moment you sat beside me. Now, I'm not hurt or offended or anything. But I do mean to try to help you figure out why you feel like you have to lie so often. You're a good looking guy, and I'm willing to bet that you're smarter than the average bear.” She put the index and middle fingers of her left hand on the center of his chest. “But you should know that most of my methods involve a healthy dose of tickle torture.”
“Tickle tor... Are you crazy?” He struggled a little.
“Are you ticklish? I think you are.” She said. “So beware... beware... be a very, wary bear!” She quoted Winnie The Pooh as her fingers walked down to his tummy to the beat of the tune, over his bellybutton and down to where his pubic hair began. He shook and started to get extremely worried. He was exceedingly ticklish. He had been for as long as he could remember. “Mmm... I see you have yourself a tickawy tummers. Let's start there.”
Peter didn't have time to object before Jenni began to run all 10 of her fingertips along his stomach, lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. Her stroking seemed aimless, but it was still cutting to the core of him. While she admired the
goosebumps popping up here and there on his belly, he was just giving it all he had, trying to hold in the laughter.
“Does this tickle?” She asked politely.
“No... ihiht doesn't. You're wahahasting your tihihime.” He stammered and sputtered.
“Oh, you're right. I can tell that it doesn't tickle you at all. You know, due to your complete inability to speak coherently.” She teased sarcastically. She started to slowly wiggle her gloved fingertips against the soft flesh of his lower tummy and he snorted as muffled giggles threatened to erupt at any second. Jenni knew he couldn't hold out for too long. This was all part of the game, waiting for that first laugh. It was different with everyone. Some gave in right away. Some would try to fight it for as long as they could. Jenni likened it to the old “How many licks to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop” conundrum. Some people would just eat the whole thing at once. Others would go one lick at a time. She preferred to do the latter. She wanted them to fight, and she wanted to look in their eyes as their confidence slipped away with each... little... touch.
“C'mon. Give me a breheheak.” He tried to disregard the entire situation.
“You're trying so hard to fight it. I swear that “I'm not ticklish” is probably the lie that I hear the most often.” She told him. “But, you know what? I think that we can use it as a tremendous example to get to the heart of your problem. The first step of course, is proving you wrong. Proving that you are indeed ticklish. Making you see the truth. Now, you've had some moderate luck fending off the sensations from my fing-gees. But not even the toughest of tough guys can take one of my special tummy kisses without giggling!” Jenni made a popping sound with her lips and brought her face down to Peter's belly. The first thing he noticed was not the touch of her lips. It was the gust of warm breath that blew from her nostrils and flowed across his lower tummy, causing more goosebumps and making him wriggle his hips. He allowed a silent snicker to escape and she hadn't even done anything yet. He then felt the very tip of her nose touch his belly near his right side, directly on a particularly twitchy patch of skin. He almost lost it right there. He had to swallow and clear his throat.
That's when the kisses started. They weren't passionate or deep. They were more like pecks. The kind an aunt might plant on her niece or nephew's cheek. Each of them tickled, but he broke when she kissed near his hip.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehe...” Peter was giggling softly as she repeated this technique. She kept switching spots, keeping him on edge about where the next kiss would land.
“Not ticklish, eh?” Jenni teased with a huge grin, her lips less than an inch from their target. “Boys and their tummies, I swear.” She gave him four or five more kisses before she lifted her head back up and leaned against the post that his left foot was bound to. “Okey dokey. Now that I've exposed you and... softened you up a bit...” She gave him a gentle poke in his bellybutton just to watch his abs jolt. His eyes went wide when she did. She made a mental note of it, and continued talking. “Let's have ourselves a chat. I guess I will start with the obvious question: Why did you lie to me about what you do for a living?”
“Jenni, I don't know why you think I lied to you.” Peter tried to convince her. “I told you, I work as an insurance consultant.”
“I know. And you told me you got your license in Pittsburgh.” She nodded.
“Exactly.”
“Just fucking with you, Pete. You actually said that you got your license in Cincinnati. So there's another lie.”
“But I...” He realized that she was right. She had played him beautifully.
“I can see you need a little more... softening.” She opened up her purse and pulled out a small salad fork.
“What's that for?” He asked.
“Your feet.” She replied, much to his chagrin, as she threw her right leg over his left. She laid down with her chest on his shin, nestling her right foot under his bottom in an attempt to get comfortable. She noticed him shift a bit as she did. “Got a ticklish butt too, huh? Don't worry, we'll get to that later.” She assured him. “But for now, we are gonna test these paper thin soles.” She looked at bottom of his left foot, holding his toes back. “Oh, my. I can practically see the nerves.” She smiled as she heard him whimper behind her. “So, how does... THIS feel?” She quickly dragged the fork up his instep.
“DA! Don't do that!” He demanded. Jenni had felt his whole leg jerk when the fork touched the skin.
“Wonderful reaction.” She approved. “We have to get you to stop lying, so whenever you do, I want the tickle to be intense. You lied to me about your job earlier, and you lied about it again just a minute ago. That's two lies. So let's make that two minutes of foot tickles.” Jenni decided. “Starting... now!” She dragged the fork along his instep again, leading to immediate laughter.
“HahahAHHAhahHAhHAhHAHhahHAhHAhHAhHHAhHAhHAhAhHAhHAhHAA...”
“Tickle tickle tickle, foot” Jenni taunted. “Now, Petie's dignity is CAPUT!” She laughed at her rhyme as she worked the fork. She dragged it along the sole as she pulled back the toes, stretching the skin taut. She raked it up and down his arch, which made him shriek. She even poked the prongs under his toes. “The fork is strong with this one!” Even Peter had to laugh at that joke, though Jenni would never be able to be sure if he was laughing at her, or the tickling. It wasn't long before Jenni discovered that if she clawed at his sole, just above his heel, it drove him out of his mind.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Tickle tickle tickle, foot. I'm having trouble keeping you put.”
He pleaded with her to stop. She finally did, but only after 2 minutes which seemed like 2 years. She moved back over to where she had been sitting and put the fork back in her purse.
“Not gonna be eating with that thing for a while.” She laughed. “But you better understand that I have a number of small implements in this little bag. The more you lie, the more you will regret it. And that's a promise. So, let's try this again.” The clown placed a loving hand on his shin. “Why did you lie to me about your job?”
“I wanted to impress you.” He admitted.
“I know.” She rubbed his leg affectionately. “And I don't know what other girls are like, but you could work the grill at Burger King and it wouldn't make me think less of you. A job is a job. I'm not shallow. Next question: I guess... what DO you really do?”
“I can't tell you, now. You'll think it's another lie.”
“Try me.”
“I work the grill at Wendy's.” He chuckled weakly. There was a moment of silence before both of them erupted in laughter.
“Wow! Put me to the test, why don't you?” She chortled into her gloved hands. They both settled down. “Okay, moving on, did you lie to me about money for the same reason?”
“Yeah.” Peter confessed.
“I'm really not surprised.” Jenni said. “The number one reason why people lie is fear. In your case, fear of acceptance. You were desperate for my approval. It's flattering in a way. But, now that we have gotten that out of the way... we're gonna play a game.”
“What kind of game?”
“Ever heard of Truth or Dare? Well, this is kind of like that. It's called Truth or Else.” She said. “Now, make no mistake about it. I know when you are lying. It was part of my training. So you better answer my questions. And you better tell the truth.” She raised her fingers and wiggled them threateningly, sing songing... “Or Ellllse...”
“I get the idea.” He winced nervously.
“How old are you?”
“25.” He answered. Jenni rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse.
“Okay, okay! I'm 22!”
“Too late.” She contended. She pulled out a small, slender, Macaw feather. “You've forced me to initiate Navel Tactics.” The pun wasn't lost on Peter as Jenni started to lower the feather.
“Jenni, please no!”
“Uh huuuuhh...” Jenni nodded with a Grinch grin as the tiny plume found it's target and dipped into Peter's bellybutton. She twirled the feather, spinning it between her index and middle fingers, and derived great pleasure from watching him try not to laugh. At first, he grimaced, as if he was in pain. Of course, he wasn't. He was just straining himself in an attempt to fight the tickle. Jenni knew that the bellybutton was typically much more vulnerable to light tickles. If she had a blade of grass, she would have used it instead of the feather. But she could tell that it didn't matter as the smile began to spread across Peter's face like a virus. Jenni also knew that not everyone was ticklish in their bellybutton. Some people had next to no sense of touch there at all. But when somebody was ticklish there... they were REALLY ticklish.
The most important thing that she had learned about the bellybutton during her years as a tickler, though, was that it was an embarrassing tickle spot. The feet, armpits, ribs... sure. But there were other places one could be tickled which brought on a sense of self-consciousness and unease. These could include the nipples, genitals, ears (as Jenni had found out thanks to Lily a couple nights back) among others. Jenni loved tickling these spots and teasing her victims. The sillier she could make them feel about what was happening to them, the more she could make them laugh.
“This is quite a funny situation you are in.” She observed. “There's a clown tickling your bellybutton with a feather. I mean, I would bet anything that you never thought your night would be going in that particular direction, huh?” The feather continued to spin, the vane touching so lightly on the walls of the depression as the tip danced delicately against the tiny bump inside. “Tickle tickle tickle, Pete. Your face is the color of a beet.”
“Tahahahahahake it out! Hehehehehehehehehehehehe...”
“No. I don't think so.” She decided. “Boys are never quite so cute as when they are being tickled in such an awkward spot. Coochie coochie coo...”
“How muhuhuhuhuhuch longer?”
“I think we can continue as soon as you've had your tummy toot.”
“My whahahahat?”
Jenni dropped the feather and quickly brought her face to Peter's belly, blowing a loud raspberry directly into the ticklish dimple.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He arched his back as she drew the zerbert out for as long as she could. When she finally pulled away from him, he couldn't believe that none of her lipstick was imprinted into his flesh.
“So...” She took a big breath. “22 years old. A bit young to be lying about your age.”
“I know. I don't know why I did.” He felt ashamed.
“I noticed you were quick to correct yourself.” Jenni commented. “Let's take this interview into more scandalous territory. Whataya say?”
“Scandalous, how?”
“What was the first thing you noticed about me?” Jenni asked, fully aware that the answer was her chest.
“Your... um, your eyes.” He answered, his eyes wandering to the right.
“Come on!” She slapped her hips. “You're saying that you weren't hooked into me the minute you saw my breasts in my dress?”
“No offense, but there was nothing about you that really struck lust in me.” He was lying more and more blatantly.
“Oh, for goodness sake! So, I guess that stiffy you were sporting earlier was purely cosmetic, right? God, you just can't stop.”
“I don't want to admit it, okay!” He tried to explain. “I'm not used to having these kinds of conversations with...
“With what?” She challenged.
“With someone as beautiful as you.” He couldn't even look her in the eye when he said that. But, he was looking to the left. He was telling the truth.
“Finally.” Jenni sighed. At long last, she had gotten him to tell her the truth. And, at the same time, she discovered the key to his problem. She should have caught on from the beginning. He was scared of rejection. She already knew that. But more than that...
...He was shy.
He could barely look at her, and not due to disgust. He had been so cool and collected back at the bar. Back when he was lying. When forced to tell the truth, though, he couldn't face his emotions.
Lucky for him, Jenni knew the sure cure for shyness.
“Thank you for being honest with me.” The busty clown moved back over to his left ankle and unclasped the belt that held him. She then moved over and untied his other ankle. He could move both of his legs now.
“Are you letting me go?” Peter asked hopefully.
“Not completely.” She grabbed her purse.
“But I told you the truth!”
“Yes, after lying a couple more times. Don't worry, though. What I'm about to do isn't meant to be punitive.” She grabbed something and moved her hand between his legs and out of his view. He was about to ask her what she meant when he felt her gloved fingertips gently spidering in the crease where the backs of his thighs met his butt.
“Oh coohhohoohohohome ohohohohohnnn...” He threw his head back, trying to fight the giggles.
“I'm going to tickle you.” Jenni said. “I'm gonna tickle you in the most private areas I can think of. And by the time I'm finished, you won't have anything left to hide from me. No secret you won't divulge. Nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to be bashful about. Because you won't feel the need to lie. Once I have made you laugh by touching you in those spots, there will be a bond between us. Trust me.” She moved her fingers faster and he gave in. Not in the sense that he started laughing. He was already doing that. No, in the sense that he stopped trying to look as though he could handle it. His muscles loosened. His body relaxed. His smile brightened.
“There you are.” Jenni whispered, as if seeing him for the first time. “I found you.” She dug her fingertips into the creases and wiggled them. He tried to kick his legs a bit, but it didn't matter. He wasn't going anywhere. She knew that. And now, so did he.
“Tickle tickle tickle, bottom. He wanted free, but now, I've got him!” She took one of the belts and tied his ankles together, then sat in a lotus position and threw his feet over her head. As a result, the middle section of his body rested in her lap and he couldn't pull his legs free. But she had total access to every inch of him. She grazed her fingertips gently over his butt. This made him very twitchy, like when she had tickled his stomach.
“HahahHahAHhAHhHAhHAhahhhaAHhAHhAHhahhAhahhHAhAHa...”
“Where's that feather?” Jenni wondered aloud. She saw it next to her purse and picked it up. “If your cheeks are this ticklish, then I totally have to do a crack check. She spread his cheeks apart with one hand and dragged the feather from his tailbone to his perineum in a quick motion. As a result, he jerked violently. “Oh, Dear.” She giggled. “What a response! I guess I better send in the hole patrol.” Peter felt the feather flick against his asshole and he threw his head back in silent laughter, still trying to somehow pull away from her. Enthused by this, she once again abandoned the feather and started to tease his crack and hole with her fingers.
“HEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Yessir, we're gonna coochie all of that dishonesty right out of you!” Jenni declared. “There's some over here...” She wiggled her fingertip softly against the perineum. “And some over here...” She poked just under his tailbone. “And I'll bet anything that there is a TON of it in here...” She touched his now contracted scrotum with just two fingers, wiggling them back and forth just beneath the underside of his penis.
“What the fuck!” He pulled his legs in so hard that he actually hurt the back of her neck with the belt a bit.
“Ow!” She took his legs and brought them back down. “Guess that's too much for you. I better change positions.” She moved his legs down and got a terrific idea. She moved her own legs so that they were resting at his sides and his legs were wrapped around her back. He expected her to start tickling again, but she didn't.
Instead, he watched as she reached behind her back, untying the many straps on her corset. It took her a couple of minutes, but soon, she was topless in front of him. He started in awe and lust as she teasingly dangled the corset in front of him. She tossed it aside and chose to give him a brief performance. She moved back and forth, causing her breasts to dance, softly bobbing back and forth. She had a saucy smirk on her face as she made her boobs sway and wobble. She didn't have to look down at his penis to know it was stiffening. She became more than aware when she felt the head poke under her right breast. “I'm glad you liked the show.” She took a hold of his rigid member and he felt the cotton gloves stroking up and down the length of it.
“Mmm... ah...” He gasped and shivered.
“How does that feel, baby?” She cooed softly. She held the cock firm at the sides of the base with the thumb and index fingers of one hand and ran the fingers of the other hand up and down the shaft. “Does it tickle?”
It did tickle a little bit, like when she touched the underside or the spot where the base met the scrotum. But, for the most part, Peter was in a state of perpetual ecstasy. He closed his eyes and his chest even flushed a little as he broke into a sweat. He felt a short, cool gust of air on his balls and shuddered. Jenni had blown a gentle breeze against them to make his scrotum tighten more. She started tickling again, softly dragging her fingertips over his testicles in a wavy motion, covering them with gentle, almost affectionate caresses.
“Hehehehehehehehehehe...”
“You're gonna cum soon.” She told him. “You and I both know that. But I made you a promise when I first tied you down.” She brought a nipple to the head of his cock, teasing it with a soft rub. “Do you remember what that was?”
“Yes...” He stared at her chest with all the longing of a starving child. Jenni pulled off her gloves, slowly, making him wait. Once they were off, she reached into her purse once more, pulling out a small bottle of oil. She dabbed a bit on her chest, letting the warm liquid run down into her cleavage.
“I hope you're ready for this.” She took his erection in hand and wrapped her breasts around it. A sharp and instant gasp escaped Peter's lips. Never had he known such pleasure. It was as if the two softest pillows in the world had enveloped him in a loving embrace. “There we are...” She moaned seductively. “Nice and snug.” She rocked a little, moving his penis around. He shut his eyes again, losing himself in the rapture of every shimmy and rub. He remembered what she had said earlier about no man having lasted more than a couple of minutes between her boobs. He could believe it. He knew it would be over soon. Then... without warning, he felt something tenderly attack him. His eyes shot open and he saw Jenni. She was smiling benevolently as she tickled his bellybutton once again with the feather. She held the tickle tool in her right hand and had her left arm across her chest, squeezing her breasts together around him.
“Tickle tickle tickle, Honey.” She teased. “This orgasm's gonna be pretty funny.”
He snickered and giggled right up until the moment of ejaculation. The first squirt hit her in the chin, making her laugh. As more pumped out, he spasmed and jerked as if the orgasm was too intense for him to handle. He legitimately looked like he was going to black out from sheer pleasure. But Jenni didn't stop. She kept rubbing him with her oily breasts and tickling his navel. The truth was she had no plans to stop. She had promised him that they were going to have fun.
And she was no liar.
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