“The Celebrity Tickler” Part 6
Starring:
JENNIFER LOPEZ
JESSICA ALBA
April 29, 2020
Interview with Jennifer Lopez and Jessica Alba via web cams
F.B.I. Agents Kelly Henderson and Ashley Goff greeted Jennifer Lopez once she joined their virtual meeting. A short time later, Jessica Alba also logged on and joined. Her cute face popped into a box on the right side of the screen. The agents formally introduced themselves and explained the reason for the interview once again. J.Lo furrowed her brow with concern as she patiently listened. Jessica looked subdued and solemn as she heard them out.
When the agents were done explaining the situation, they gave the two women ample time to explain the ordeal with Simon Bickler in detail. J.Lo talked first and began going over what led them to be captured together back in 2005.
15 YEARS EARLIER...
May 7, 2005
Saturday Night Live
NBC Studios
New York City, New York
“AND LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT’S SATURDAY NIGHT!!!”
Upbeat jazz music played on as the cast of SNL was introduced in its usual montage. Then it came time to introduce the musical guest and host.
“WITH MUSICAL GUEST...JENNIFER LOPEZ!!! AND YOUR HOST...JESSICA ALBA!!!”
Jessica came strutting out with her radiant smile beaming. The 24-year old was flying high coming off starring roles in the movies Sin City and The Fantastic Four. She was the next young, beautiful, and talented actress that surely had Hollywood at her fingertips. That night, she came out at the beginning of the show wearing a white dress that fit her incredible body snugly. It was sleeveless and only held up by a single strap that curved around behind her neck. Jessica was wearing white heels that had a decorative cross-hatch pattern across the tops and open tips that showed off her tan toes and pink toenail polish.
The show went off without a hitch. When it came time for the final musical performance, 34-year old Jennifer Lopez took the stage to the applause of the studio audience. She came out wearing a risqué, light blue number that had a very revealing V cut down the entire torso until it tapered to a large black belt. The dress extended below the belt, but only came down far enough to cover J.Lo’s legendary butt. She also had on knee-high, black boots. The absolutely stunning Latina was at the height of her music career and completely captivated the audience as she did what she did best.
After the song was over, J.Lo and Jessica returned to the main stage along with the cast to thank the audience and mingle with cast members as was custom at the end of each show. Once the cameras were finished shooting the show, J.Lo and Jessica both headed toward their dressing rooms to change out from their sweaty outfits. Being under hot studio lights and performing skits and songs was much more taxing than viewers at home could appreciate.
J.Lo decided to go over to Jessica’s changing room and congratulate her on a great performance. She knocked on the door and listened. No answer. Again she knocked, this time more firmly. Nothing. J.Lo turned the knob and gently pushed it open. She spoke in a clear, loud tone so she didn’t surprise her fellow SNL guest star. J.Lo said, “Hi! Jessica, I just wanted to come by real quick and say congratulations! I thought you did a great *GASP!*”
J.Lo was caught off guard when she slipped inside the room and closed the door behind her. She turned and found Jessica Alba...only she was bound and gagged standing before her. Jessica was standing in the middle of the dressing room with her arms outstretched above her and tied to some support beam in the ceiling. Jessica’s high heeled feet were on the ground, but were bound at the ankles with rope. Her mouth had several pieces of duct tape over it. Jessica saw J.Lo and her eyes lit up, but not in relief. She frantically screamed behind her tape gag and motioned with her head for J.Lo to run back out of the door.
J.Lo was a second too late with her comprehension of the situation. When she finally figured out that she needed to flee and get help, a powerful arm wrapped around her torso and pinned her arms down to her sides. Now her situation was bad. J.Lo opened her mouth to scream for help, but was soon stifled by a large hand covering it. Only a muted shout emitted from under the hand pressing into her mouth. J.Lo looked back at her captor with extreme worry.
Simon wasted no time. He took J.Lo over to where Jessica was strung up. Jessica was very upset at seeing her fellow star captured as well. With wide eyes, she shouted into her tape gag and stomped her heels as best she could in protest. J.Lo was told to cooperate with being tied up and everything would be alright. Jennifer didn’t believe that for a second, but what could she do? She had to just go along with everything for now and try to get someone’s attention when the opportunity presented itself.
Simon got J.Lo’s wrists tied together and then pulled them tight up over her head as he secured the rope over the ceiling beam. Jennifer felt her arms deprived of any slack she had when he started hoisting them up. She still didn’t scream. J.Lo wanted to be sure her screams would be heard and not just go toward an empty hallway. Simon finished binding her ankles together and stepped away to retrieve the tape for a gag.
That’s when there was a knock at the door. Some of the cast members could be heard on the other side yelling, “Hey, Jessica! We wanted to come by and see if you were interested in coming out for drinks with us! Hello?! Jessica, are you in there?! Hey! You in there?!”
J.Lo recognized this as her chance to be rescued. With lightning fast reflexes, Simon darted back toward the women. He got a hand around J.Lo’s mouth just as she started to yell back at the SNL cast members that were just on the other side of the door. Her desperate cries for help were extinguished as quickly as they came out of her mouth as Simon firmly hand-gagged the Latina pop star. J.Lo furrowed her brow and groaned with frustration as she was silenced.
There were more knocks on the door and more talking just in the hallway. J.Lo wanted so badly to just call out and get their attention. To alert them that something was terribly wrong. But she couldn’t. Simon held his hand over her mouth tight and then brought up a stiff, white feather in his other hand. The feather twirled lazily right next to J.Lo’s face. She took her attention from the door and looked at the feather with great concern. Jessica Alba whimpered behind her gag as she hung there defenseless just waiting to see where this all was going. She had heard about a crazed maniac who had been going around capturing celebrities and tickling them silly. Oh dear God, was this that lunatic?!
Simon: “Ah ah, Ms. Lopez. You won’t be joining your friends for drinks. At least not until we’ve had a few laughs hehehe. Goochie goochie goo...”
J.Lo groaned loudly and struggled against her bonds and Simon’s grip over her mouth. But he easily kept her gagged as he began wafting the tip of the feather in her tan, bare underarm. J.Lo grunted with annoyance and shifted away from the pesky feather. But Simon simply moved the tip of it back into her moist hollow. It flicked and danced across her smooth pit as she scrunched her face into a scowl and groaned irritatedly.
J.Lo wiggled and tried pulling away from Simon. She shook her head around hoping to get free of his hand for a split second so she could cry out to the others in the hallway. But Simon easily had her at a disadvantage. He was much stronger and she was already tied up. He could tell the feather was annoying her as he reached across now and gently flicked it in her other underarm. J.Lo sighed underneath his hand and kept trying to wiggle free. Simon could feel her facial muscles start to curl up into a grin against his palm. It was at least having some effect. “Tickle tickle tickle...” Simon taunted as he flicked his feather in Jennifer Lopez’s pits, making sure to switch back and forth every handful of seconds or so. J.Lo groaned and shook her head as she tussled and stomped her boots.
The knocks and calls at the door eventually died down as the crew came to the wrong assumption that both J.Lo and Jessica had taken their leave from the studio already. J.Lo was angered and extremely disappointed that she hadn’t been able to alert help when they had been so close by. She barely struggled as Simon retrieved some duct tape and began stretching it in strips tightly over her mouth. Jennifer felt undignified as her pretty mouth was taped shut. She couldn’t yell out if she wanted to now.
Simon moved over to Jessica Alba and showed her the feather. Jessica’s eyes got big and she scooted away as far as her ropes would allow. Her armpits were completely unguarded in her dress she had worn for tonight and her underarms were an especially sensitive area for her. As Simon moved behind Jessica and encircled her waist with one arm to hold her steady, he explained, “Good evening, ladies. First of all, congratulations on an excellent show. You both are truly very talented. Second, I’m sure by now you’ve come to the conclusion that I’m indeed ‘The Celebrity Tickler’. And you would be correct. But relax...I just want to have a little fun. Then I’ll be gone and you can go back to enjoying your night here in New York.”
Jessica wailed under her tape gag as she listened to Simon finish explaining his purpose. He then began flicking the feather in her right armpit. The stunning brunette shook with giggles and instinctively leaned away from the feather. Simon stayed with her though. It was easy to torment the beautiful actress before him. Her armpits were obviously very sensitive to light touches. Jessica was breathing rapidly through her nose as a steady stream of muted giggles fell upon the tape gag.
“Oh...somebody has some ticklish armpits, don’t they sweetie? Tell me...is my feather bothering you? Some chicks are just really feather ticklish,” Simon said as he floated the feather up and down Jessica’s bare underarm. The dark-haired star melted against him as she shook with quiet laughter. Jessica danced around on the floor trying to wiggle and dodge the tickle attack. Simon moved to her other underarm and began flicking the feather around. Even with tape across her mouth, Jessica’s laughter was getting louder the more she was forced to endure.
Simon put the feather down and surprised Jessica with a sudden side attack. His wiggling fingers began furiously scribbling up and down the sides of her thin dress. Jessica jumped off the ground and began thrashing around as she tugged at her ropes. Simon squeezed and wriggled his hands along her lean, toned torso, which was getting a decent reaction judging by how much Jessica was squirming. She wailed laughter into the tape gag and twisted her hips around to try and pull away from his hands.
Jessica got more and more frantic as Simon worked his hands upwards. He was climbing her body clearly intent on sneaking his hands into her unguarded armpits. Jessica screamed beneath her gag and several whiny, frantic cries were heard underneath the tape. Simon was sure that his lovely victim was desperately trying to plead with him not to tickle her armpits again, but he had no intentions of shying away from a sensitive area. He wanted to tickle this young starlet senseless.
Simon plunged his wiggling fingers up into the smooth, creamy hollows of the Fantastic Four star, which sent her into sheer hysterics. Jessica Alba violently thrashed, shook her head, and stomped her feet on the ground as Simon fluttered his fingers in her terribly ticklish underarms. Jessica’s face was starting to turn red as she laughed wildly and tried to suck in air through her nose at the same time. Jessica struggled so much that she actually was able to pull herself off the floor for short periods of time as she tried to pull her arms down to her sides. Jessica was clenching her arms down with all her might in hopes of keeping Simon’s fingers from moving around in them. J.Lo angrily watched as her fellow celeb was tormented cruelly. She furrowed her brow and shouted adamantly from behind her tape gag. Which turned out to be a costly mistake for the singer.
Simon eagerly stepped over behind J.Lo to show her some attention. The fiery Latina growled and cursed into her gag as Simon poised his fingers along her tan underarms. “Couldn’t wait for your turn again, huh?” Simon asked sarcastically. J.Lo began shouting angrily into her gag once more but then her tone changed as the tickling started back up. Her slick pits turned out to be quite sensitive as well. She tugged and twisted as her subdued laughter became more and more intense. J.Lo hated to show it, but she started to cave to the unbearable tickling sensations as Simon stroked her freshly-shaven underarms.
Simon’s fingers traveled down her sides until he was tickling just above her wide hips on both sides of her. J.Lo wiggled and tried to laugh into her arm to hide how much it was affecting her. Simon kept at it. He massaged and squeezed her obliques and hips as she jostled and shook her head. J.Lo’s adorable bellybutton was visible since her dress had an incredibly deep V cut going down toward her belt. She had a dangly bellybutton piercing that was jiggling and shaking as she laughed and twisted about. She hated it when Simon reached around and began lightly wiggling a finger around the rim of her flashy bellybutton.
J.Lo’s dress was moving and shifting with her. The hidden patches of fabric tape that were holding her deep V cut in place started to loosen. The singer’s tan, perfectly-shaped breasts were already partly on display in her sensual outfit. The inner curves of her B cups were visible and shimmering with sweat. All the twisting and jostling from being tickled was causing J.Lo’s boobs to wiggle further and further away from the censorship of her exotic dress. She tried to remain still, but her sides were quite ticklish. Simon poked and dug his fingers into her obliques and curvy hips, which made her jolt and thrash as she laughed. Eventually, J.Lo’s beautiful, silky brown nipples worked their way out from under her dress. They were firm with perfectly proportioned aureolas surrounding them. J.Lo’s tits never shifted out further than her nipples, but it was a heavenly sight as she danced and laughed into her gag as her big hips swayed back and forth.
In fact, J.Lo was squirming her hips around so frequently that it was coincidentally causing her voluptuous bubble butt to slide around against Simon’s groin as he stood behind her. Never did he thing he would have the legendary Jennifer Lopez laughing and squirming around in front of him as he tickled her AND get to feel her incredible ass grinding against him. J.Lo didn’t even seem to notice that she was doing it. She was just instinctually trying to move away from the tickling fingers.
The lights in the hallway turned off and there was nothing but blackness underneath the door to the dressing room. Simon chuckled and said, “Well, it looks like we’re the only ones left in the studio. No need for these anymore.” Simon peeled off the tape gags from both women. Of course, there was a torrent of threats and screams for help. Simon was confident that nobody would be around or at least not close enough to hear their cries from all the way back in the dressing rooms. He ripped the tape gags off of the women.
Lopez: “Let us go right now, you creep! This isn’t going to end well for you. When I get out of here, you better pray the police catch you first. I’m going to hire some straight up killers to hunt you down, you sadistic piece of trash!”
Alba: “Please please please untie us! You’ve tickled us! That’s the deal right?! Now let us out of this!”
Simon: “Ladies, I’ve been threatened many times already. If the police could catch me, they would. The fact of the matter is, you’re stuck here. And no matter how much you scream and yell and threaten me with revenge...nothing is going to stop me from tickling you both until you’re piles of giggling goo. So without anymore interruptions from either of you, let’s move on to those gorgeous feet of yours!”
J.Lo and Jessica both argued and pleaded as Simon pressed two chloroform-soaked rags over their faces as they hung outstretched from the ceiling beam. Soon, the hotties went limp and Simon was free to re-tie them in whatever position he wanted.
30 MINUTES LATER...
J.Lo and Jessica began to wake from their forced sleep. They quickly realized they were tied together on the large leather couch in the dressing room. Both Latinas were lying side by side on the couch. Their arms were pulled above their heads and secured over one arm of it. Their feet were propped up on the opposite arm of the couch. J.Lo’s tall boots had been taken off and Jessica’s heels were gone. J.Lo groaned with disapproval when she saw her tan size 8.5 feet were now bared. Likewise, Jessica Alba’s anxiety went through the roof when she noticed her heels had been taken away and her silky, feminine size 8’s were vulnerable.
The two Hollywood stars struggled and bumped into one another as they tested their bonds. J.Lo was lying closest to the edge of the couch and Jessica was stuck up against the back of the couch. It was a crowded position. And since they were tied together in such close proximity, their naked feet were rubbing against one another coincidentally.
Their hearts stopped when Simon appeared in front of them again. He held up a toothbrush, but said nothing. He only smiled with sadistic pleasure as the two celebrities writhed on the couch in fear. Simon knelt at the end of the couch near their bare feet and got to work. He began with J.Lo. The tip of the toothbrush began scrubbing along her tender heels and defined arches. She jolted and clenched her jaw as she fought back giggles. The flexible bristle fibers swayed and flicked relentlessly over her size 8.5 foot bottoms from every direction. J.Lo put up a tough front, but eventually melted into giggles and light laughter. She thought it was so unusual that someone could use a toothbrush as a legitimate tickling tool.
The bristles scribbled back and forth and up and down her soles. J.Lo twisted around on the couch in uneasiness as she continued to lose her resolve. Simon pulled her toes back and gently brushed the toothbrush along the undersides. J.Lo kicked her feet and laughed heartily. Her body jostled against Jessica Alba and her wiggling feet kept bumping into her SNL co-host. Simon smiled as he scrubbed the delightfully tender undersides of her toes. He asked her, “Does this tickle?” J.Lo had her eyes clenched shut and was taking shallow breaths. She said nothing except for her laughter as she shook her head back and forth stubbornly. “You’re not a very convincing liar, Ms. Lopez,” Simon commented as he chuckled and continued to slide the bristles along the sensuous tips of her well-taken care of toes.
J.Lo’s wiggling feet naturally caused the stiff toothbrush bristles to unintentionally slide over and graze Alba’s feet occasionally. Simon took note that Jessica “eeked” adorably anytime the bottoms of her feet were accidentally touched. Simon shifted over to her for a change and began rubbing the toothbrush across her completely smooth, size 8 soles. Jessica shrieked and kicked in response. Her body writhed and bucked on the couch as Simon slid the bristles back and forth across her arches, in circles over her silky heels, and purposefully along the undersides of the balls of her feet.
Jessica was having a much harder time keeping any semblance of composure as Simon scrubbed the pesky toothbrush across her soles. She laughed wildly as she fidgeted her feet back and forth. J.Lo was stuck lying right next to her and watched her fellow celebrity laughing her head off with disdain. J.Lo scowled and glared at Jessica disapprovingly. She knew the toothbrush was maddening, but she urged Jessica, “Try to keep quiet! Don’t let him win! Stop laughing and get it together! Come on! Be a strong Latina! We have to have some pride and not let this creep make us laugh!”
Jessica’s adorable smile stuck on her face as she continued to let out forced laughter. She embarrassingly replied, “I’m sorry! Hahahahaha!! My feet are just really sensitive! Oh God hahahahahaha!! I’m trying!”
Simon put down the toothbrush and encircled J.Lo’s ankles with one arm. Then he began giving her feet a ruthless finger tickling. Jennifer jumped to life and began bucking and thrashing on the couch. Her feet were kicking and wiggling around rapidly as Simon stroked their tender undersides. J.Lo laughed loudly as Simon fluttered his fingertips furiously across her velvety arches. And she about had a panic attack when he moved higher and began wiggling his digits along the base of her tan tootsies. J.Lo screamed as her legs were shaking involuntarily.
Simon: “Such a ticklish little singer. What happened to needing to be a ‘strong Latina’ and not laughing? Guess your ticklish feet changed your mind?”
J.Lo: “Hahahahahaha! Fuck you! Hahahahaha! Get away from my feet! Hahahaha! I swear to God, I’m going to have my people hunt you down! Hahahahaha! You’ll wish you never laid a hand on me! Hahahahaha!”
Simon paused for a moment to let J.Lo catch her breath and told her, “Well, that’s not a very nice thing to say. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson.”
Simon left J.Lo’s wrists and ankles tied together, but released them from the couch. Jessica was left back on the couch as he took J.Lo over to a chair in front of the makeup station in the dressing room. Jennifer huffed and puffed as she was yanked around and finally pulled over Simon’s lap as he sat in the chair. Before she could even figure out what was happening, Simon pushed up her short blue dress and exposed her legendary booty. J.Lo’s tan cheeks were two perfectly formed globes of sensuality with a black thong nestled comfortably between them. J.Lo was outraged and shouting curses back at Simon. This was completely unacceptable!
J.Lo: “Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?! Pull my dress back down this very moment! You can’t do this to me! Do you have any idea of who I am?!”
Simon: “I know exactly who you are and I’m going to help you realize it. You are just one of many self-centered, bratty, entitled celebrities who is about to figure out that no amount of status is going to save you from being tickled past your breaking point.”
J.Lo was still scowling but was silent for a few moments as she reflected on Simon’s words. She grumbled and grunted as she balanced across her captor’s lap with her nearly bare ass exposed. Then J.Lo shouted and gasped as she felt Simon spank her impressive behind. At first she was in shock. But then another smack and another followed across her tan bubble butt. Her voluptuous cheeks jiggled and swayed with each swat. J.Lo’s face contorted with anger. She made pouty groans and grumbled angrily as she received her humiliating spanking.
J.Lo: “This is completely *SMACK* Ouch! Out of line! You can’t just put me over your knee and spank me! *SMACK* Ouch! Ugh! Stop it! This isn’t how a man should treat a woman! *SMACK* Aahhh! God, stop spanking me! I didn’t make it this far in the industry by letting asshole, chauvinistic pigs like you treat me like *SMACK* Yikes! Ow!”
By the time Simon had given J.Lo a few dozen swats, she had mostly given up her tough talk. Her curvy bottom now had a pinkish glow to her tan skin. Simon selected a few of the slender makeup brushes and held them by their ends. J.Lo had welcomed the calm break, but now felt several brush tips gliding in a random pattern across her freshly-spanked booty. Her stinging skin actually made the effects of the delicate brushes far worse. J.Lo fidgeted and squirmed over Simon’s lap as she began giggling and laughing at the touch.
Simon flicked and swirled the soft makeup brushes along the hefty curves near the bottom of her fatty cheeks, over the hilly mounds as they shook with laughter, and even intrusively swiped them along her crack near her thong. J.Lo slapped her bound hands against Simon’s leg in frustration as she laughed. She wiggled her booty to try and keep away from the tormenting brushes, but it didn’t do much good.
J.Lo: “Aaagh! Hahahaha! This isn’t fair! Hahahahaha! I didn’t even know my butt could be ticklish!”
Simon: “Hehe I’m happy to enlighten you, Ms. Lopez. But enough of this. It’s time to really show you how bad tickling can be.”
Simon wrestled J.Lo into the seat and tied her down in the chair. J.Lo looked pissed off as she glared up at Simon. He winked back at her as he pulled her bound feet up onto the makeup station so that they were facing the mirror. Simon then went and retrieved Jessica and tied her down in the chair next to J.Lo. Her feet were also propped up on the top of the makeup counter. The large mirror and bright lights surrounding it made it so both women could see the other in the reflection.
Simon set up his camera behind them and pointed it at the mirror so it could capture their reactions. Then he leaned against the counter between them and began smearing lotion on both their soles. J.Lo tensed and looked concerned as she curled her toes down. Jessica whined and looked panicked as she leaned her tan feet to the side away from Simon in nervous anticipation. Once their feet were all slippery, Simon placed a hand on each pair of soles and began wiggling his fingers rapidly. Both women burst into desperate laughter. Simon’s fingers swiped and slid across their lotioned feet as they struggled and jostled in their chairs.
Simon absolutely loved the sound of their joint laughter and the feel of their exquisitely soft peds. He noticed a hairbrush on the makeup counter and decided to take advantage of it. Simon pinned Jessica’s ankles down with one hand and began scrubbing the bristles across her slender, size 8 soles relentlessly. The sweet actress threw her head back and laughed so hard she flirted with going silent a few times. The ruthless brush was roughly scrubbing across her tender heels and pillow-soft arches. Jessica thrashed in her seat and seemed to be in danger of tipping it backwards from kicking so hard.
Then it was J.Lo’s turn again. The feisty pop singer was not nearly as resolved as she had been at the start of this madness. Simon could see the fear in her eyes as he wrapped up her ankles in an arm lock and poised the hairbrush just in front of her shiny size 8.5 soles. She knew this was going to be bad. Simon began brushing her soft soles with rapid, merciless swipes, sending J.Lo into hysterics. The pompous pop star screamed and cackled as her tender soles were scrubbed.
Simon returned to Jessica. She looked like she was about to cry as she sunk down in the chair and crossed her feet over so they seemed as small as possible. When he encircled her ankles and rested the brush against her arches, she pleaded, “Please! No!” But predictably had no effect on Simon as he started rolling the hairbrush in a circular motion across her trapped soles. Jessica flung back into her chair and began laughing like a she-devil. Her resistance was gone. She thrashed and begged like a mad woman. Tears began to trail down her cheeks as Simon continued to run the hairbrush over her soles without pause. J.Lo saw in the mirror the utter hysterics that her partner was in as she watched the brush scrub back and forth across her poor feet.
Simon eventually left Jessica devastated and heaving for breath. He went back to J.Lo and wasted no time before he started scrubbing her feet again. The hottie dissolved back into laughter and shook her head back and forth as the bottoms of her glistening feet were brushed. J.Lo laughed and shook in the seat while she wiggled her feet around. Jessica watched in horror at the mirrored reflection as one of her Hollywood icons was made to laugh and beg like a helpless wimp.
“Anybody feel like saying the magic words?” Simon asked as he took a break and leaned against the counter between the two women. Jessica shot a look over at J.Lo, unsure of what to do next. J.Lo looked back at her and reluctantly nodded her head as if she was giving her permission to give in. Jessica turned her attention back toward the mirror where she could see the camera on its tripod filming the whole exchange. She desperately whined, “I’m Jessica Alba and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.” Jessica was more than eager to be done being tickled.
Simon looked over at J.Lo and waited patiently for her response. Jennifer looked seething mad, but what choice did she have? Stay here in the dressing room while Simon tickled her all weekend until she gave in? J.Lo swallowed her pride and looked forward into the mirror. With a bratty tone, she admitted, “Fine. I’m Jennifer Lopez and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Starring:
JENNIFER LOPEZ
JESSICA ALBA
April 29, 2020
Interview with Jennifer Lopez and Jessica Alba via web cams
F.B.I. Agents Kelly Henderson and Ashley Goff greeted Jennifer Lopez once she joined their virtual meeting. A short time later, Jessica Alba also logged on and joined. Her cute face popped into a box on the right side of the screen. The agents formally introduced themselves and explained the reason for the interview once again. J.Lo furrowed her brow with concern as she patiently listened. Jessica looked subdued and solemn as she heard them out.
When the agents were done explaining the situation, they gave the two women ample time to explain the ordeal with Simon Bickler in detail. J.Lo talked first and began going over what led them to be captured together back in 2005.
15 YEARS EARLIER...
May 7, 2005
Saturday Night Live
NBC Studios
New York City, New York
“AND LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT’S SATURDAY NIGHT!!!”
Upbeat jazz music played on as the cast of SNL was introduced in its usual montage. Then it came time to introduce the musical guest and host.
“WITH MUSICAL GUEST...JENNIFER LOPEZ!!! AND YOUR HOST...JESSICA ALBA!!!”
Jessica came strutting out with her radiant smile beaming. The 24-year old was flying high coming off starring roles in the movies Sin City and The Fantastic Four. She was the next young, beautiful, and talented actress that surely had Hollywood at her fingertips. That night, she came out at the beginning of the show wearing a white dress that fit her incredible body snugly. It was sleeveless and only held up by a single strap that curved around behind her neck. Jessica was wearing white heels that had a decorative cross-hatch pattern across the tops and open tips that showed off her tan toes and pink toenail polish.
The show went off without a hitch. When it came time for the final musical performance, 34-year old Jennifer Lopez took the stage to the applause of the studio audience. She came out wearing a risqué, light blue number that had a very revealing V cut down the entire torso until it tapered to a large black belt. The dress extended below the belt, but only came down far enough to cover J.Lo’s legendary butt. She also had on knee-high, black boots. The absolutely stunning Latina was at the height of her music career and completely captivated the audience as she did what she did best.
After the song was over, J.Lo and Jessica returned to the main stage along with the cast to thank the audience and mingle with cast members as was custom at the end of each show. Once the cameras were finished shooting the show, J.Lo and Jessica both headed toward their dressing rooms to change out from their sweaty outfits. Being under hot studio lights and performing skits and songs was much more taxing than viewers at home could appreciate.
J.Lo decided to go over to Jessica’s changing room and congratulate her on a great performance. She knocked on the door and listened. No answer. Again she knocked, this time more firmly. Nothing. J.Lo turned the knob and gently pushed it open. She spoke in a clear, loud tone so she didn’t surprise her fellow SNL guest star. J.Lo said, “Hi! Jessica, I just wanted to come by real quick and say congratulations! I thought you did a great *GASP!*”
J.Lo was caught off guard when she slipped inside the room and closed the door behind her. She turned and found Jessica Alba...only she was bound and gagged standing before her. Jessica was standing in the middle of the dressing room with her arms outstretched above her and tied to some support beam in the ceiling. Jessica’s high heeled feet were on the ground, but were bound at the ankles with rope. Her mouth had several pieces of duct tape over it. Jessica saw J.Lo and her eyes lit up, but not in relief. She frantically screamed behind her tape gag and motioned with her head for J.Lo to run back out of the door.
J.Lo was a second too late with her comprehension of the situation. When she finally figured out that she needed to flee and get help, a powerful arm wrapped around her torso and pinned her arms down to her sides. Now her situation was bad. J.Lo opened her mouth to scream for help, but was soon stifled by a large hand covering it. Only a muted shout emitted from under the hand pressing into her mouth. J.Lo looked back at her captor with extreme worry.
Simon wasted no time. He took J.Lo over to where Jessica was strung up. Jessica was very upset at seeing her fellow star captured as well. With wide eyes, she shouted into her tape gag and stomped her heels as best she could in protest. J.Lo was told to cooperate with being tied up and everything would be alright. Jennifer didn’t believe that for a second, but what could she do? She had to just go along with everything for now and try to get someone’s attention when the opportunity presented itself.
Simon got J.Lo’s wrists tied together and then pulled them tight up over her head as he secured the rope over the ceiling beam. Jennifer felt her arms deprived of any slack she had when he started hoisting them up. She still didn’t scream. J.Lo wanted to be sure her screams would be heard and not just go toward an empty hallway. Simon finished binding her ankles together and stepped away to retrieve the tape for a gag.
That’s when there was a knock at the door. Some of the cast members could be heard on the other side yelling, “Hey, Jessica! We wanted to come by and see if you were interested in coming out for drinks with us! Hello?! Jessica, are you in there?! Hey! You in there?!”
J.Lo recognized this as her chance to be rescued. With lightning fast reflexes, Simon darted back toward the women. He got a hand around J.Lo’s mouth just as she started to yell back at the SNL cast members that were just on the other side of the door. Her desperate cries for help were extinguished as quickly as they came out of her mouth as Simon firmly hand-gagged the Latina pop star. J.Lo furrowed her brow and groaned with frustration as she was silenced.
There were more knocks on the door and more talking just in the hallway. J.Lo wanted so badly to just call out and get their attention. To alert them that something was terribly wrong. But she couldn’t. Simon held his hand over her mouth tight and then brought up a stiff, white feather in his other hand. The feather twirled lazily right next to J.Lo’s face. She took her attention from the door and looked at the feather with great concern. Jessica Alba whimpered behind her gag as she hung there defenseless just waiting to see where this all was going. She had heard about a crazed maniac who had been going around capturing celebrities and tickling them silly. Oh dear God, was this that lunatic?!
Simon: “Ah ah, Ms. Lopez. You won’t be joining your friends for drinks. At least not until we’ve had a few laughs hehehe. Goochie goochie goo...”
J.Lo groaned loudly and struggled against her bonds and Simon’s grip over her mouth. But he easily kept her gagged as he began wafting the tip of the feather in her tan, bare underarm. J.Lo grunted with annoyance and shifted away from the pesky feather. But Simon simply moved the tip of it back into her moist hollow. It flicked and danced across her smooth pit as she scrunched her face into a scowl and groaned irritatedly.
J.Lo wiggled and tried pulling away from Simon. She shook her head around hoping to get free of his hand for a split second so she could cry out to the others in the hallway. But Simon easily had her at a disadvantage. He was much stronger and she was already tied up. He could tell the feather was annoying her as he reached across now and gently flicked it in her other underarm. J.Lo sighed underneath his hand and kept trying to wiggle free. Simon could feel her facial muscles start to curl up into a grin against his palm. It was at least having some effect. “Tickle tickle tickle...” Simon taunted as he flicked his feather in Jennifer Lopez’s pits, making sure to switch back and forth every handful of seconds or so. J.Lo groaned and shook her head as she tussled and stomped her boots.
The knocks and calls at the door eventually died down as the crew came to the wrong assumption that both J.Lo and Jessica had taken their leave from the studio already. J.Lo was angered and extremely disappointed that she hadn’t been able to alert help when they had been so close by. She barely struggled as Simon retrieved some duct tape and began stretching it in strips tightly over her mouth. Jennifer felt undignified as her pretty mouth was taped shut. She couldn’t yell out if she wanted to now.
Simon moved over to Jessica Alba and showed her the feather. Jessica’s eyes got big and she scooted away as far as her ropes would allow. Her armpits were completely unguarded in her dress she had worn for tonight and her underarms were an especially sensitive area for her. As Simon moved behind Jessica and encircled her waist with one arm to hold her steady, he explained, “Good evening, ladies. First of all, congratulations on an excellent show. You both are truly very talented. Second, I’m sure by now you’ve come to the conclusion that I’m indeed ‘The Celebrity Tickler’. And you would be correct. But relax...I just want to have a little fun. Then I’ll be gone and you can go back to enjoying your night here in New York.”
Jessica wailed under her tape gag as she listened to Simon finish explaining his purpose. He then began flicking the feather in her right armpit. The stunning brunette shook with giggles and instinctively leaned away from the feather. Simon stayed with her though. It was easy to torment the beautiful actress before him. Her armpits were obviously very sensitive to light touches. Jessica was breathing rapidly through her nose as a steady stream of muted giggles fell upon the tape gag.
“Oh...somebody has some ticklish armpits, don’t they sweetie? Tell me...is my feather bothering you? Some chicks are just really feather ticklish,” Simon said as he floated the feather up and down Jessica’s bare underarm. The dark-haired star melted against him as she shook with quiet laughter. Jessica danced around on the floor trying to wiggle and dodge the tickle attack. Simon moved to her other underarm and began flicking the feather around. Even with tape across her mouth, Jessica’s laughter was getting louder the more she was forced to endure.
Simon put the feather down and surprised Jessica with a sudden side attack. His wiggling fingers began furiously scribbling up and down the sides of her thin dress. Jessica jumped off the ground and began thrashing around as she tugged at her ropes. Simon squeezed and wriggled his hands along her lean, toned torso, which was getting a decent reaction judging by how much Jessica was squirming. She wailed laughter into the tape gag and twisted her hips around to try and pull away from his hands.
Jessica got more and more frantic as Simon worked his hands upwards. He was climbing her body clearly intent on sneaking his hands into her unguarded armpits. Jessica screamed beneath her gag and several whiny, frantic cries were heard underneath the tape. Simon was sure that his lovely victim was desperately trying to plead with him not to tickle her armpits again, but he had no intentions of shying away from a sensitive area. He wanted to tickle this young starlet senseless.
Simon plunged his wiggling fingers up into the smooth, creamy hollows of the Fantastic Four star, which sent her into sheer hysterics. Jessica Alba violently thrashed, shook her head, and stomped her feet on the ground as Simon fluttered his fingers in her terribly ticklish underarms. Jessica’s face was starting to turn red as she laughed wildly and tried to suck in air through her nose at the same time. Jessica struggled so much that she actually was able to pull herself off the floor for short periods of time as she tried to pull her arms down to her sides. Jessica was clenching her arms down with all her might in hopes of keeping Simon’s fingers from moving around in them. J.Lo angrily watched as her fellow celeb was tormented cruelly. She furrowed her brow and shouted adamantly from behind her tape gag. Which turned out to be a costly mistake for the singer.
Simon eagerly stepped over behind J.Lo to show her some attention. The fiery Latina growled and cursed into her gag as Simon poised his fingers along her tan underarms. “Couldn’t wait for your turn again, huh?” Simon asked sarcastically. J.Lo began shouting angrily into her gag once more but then her tone changed as the tickling started back up. Her slick pits turned out to be quite sensitive as well. She tugged and twisted as her subdued laughter became more and more intense. J.Lo hated to show it, but she started to cave to the unbearable tickling sensations as Simon stroked her freshly-shaven underarms.
Simon’s fingers traveled down her sides until he was tickling just above her wide hips on both sides of her. J.Lo wiggled and tried to laugh into her arm to hide how much it was affecting her. Simon kept at it. He massaged and squeezed her obliques and hips as she jostled and shook her head. J.Lo’s adorable bellybutton was visible since her dress had an incredibly deep V cut going down toward her belt. She had a dangly bellybutton piercing that was jiggling and shaking as she laughed and twisted about. She hated it when Simon reached around and began lightly wiggling a finger around the rim of her flashy bellybutton.
J.Lo’s dress was moving and shifting with her. The hidden patches of fabric tape that were holding her deep V cut in place started to loosen. The singer’s tan, perfectly-shaped breasts were already partly on display in her sensual outfit. The inner curves of her B cups were visible and shimmering with sweat. All the twisting and jostling from being tickled was causing J.Lo’s boobs to wiggle further and further away from the censorship of her exotic dress. She tried to remain still, but her sides were quite ticklish. Simon poked and dug his fingers into her obliques and curvy hips, which made her jolt and thrash as she laughed. Eventually, J.Lo’s beautiful, silky brown nipples worked their way out from under her dress. They were firm with perfectly proportioned aureolas surrounding them. J.Lo’s tits never shifted out further than her nipples, but it was a heavenly sight as she danced and laughed into her gag as her big hips swayed back and forth.
In fact, J.Lo was squirming her hips around so frequently that it was coincidentally causing her voluptuous bubble butt to slide around against Simon’s groin as he stood behind her. Never did he thing he would have the legendary Jennifer Lopez laughing and squirming around in front of him as he tickled her AND get to feel her incredible ass grinding against him. J.Lo didn’t even seem to notice that she was doing it. She was just instinctually trying to move away from the tickling fingers.
The lights in the hallway turned off and there was nothing but blackness underneath the door to the dressing room. Simon chuckled and said, “Well, it looks like we’re the only ones left in the studio. No need for these anymore.” Simon peeled off the tape gags from both women. Of course, there was a torrent of threats and screams for help. Simon was confident that nobody would be around or at least not close enough to hear their cries from all the way back in the dressing rooms. He ripped the tape gags off of the women.
Lopez: “Let us go right now, you creep! This isn’t going to end well for you. When I get out of here, you better pray the police catch you first. I’m going to hire some straight up killers to hunt you down, you sadistic piece of trash!”
Alba: “Please please please untie us! You’ve tickled us! That’s the deal right?! Now let us out of this!”
Simon: “Ladies, I’ve been threatened many times already. If the police could catch me, they would. The fact of the matter is, you’re stuck here. And no matter how much you scream and yell and threaten me with revenge...nothing is going to stop me from tickling you both until you’re piles of giggling goo. So without anymore interruptions from either of you, let’s move on to those gorgeous feet of yours!”
J.Lo and Jessica both argued and pleaded as Simon pressed two chloroform-soaked rags over their faces as they hung outstretched from the ceiling beam. Soon, the hotties went limp and Simon was free to re-tie them in whatever position he wanted.
30 MINUTES LATER...
J.Lo and Jessica began to wake from their forced sleep. They quickly realized they were tied together on the large leather couch in the dressing room. Both Latinas were lying side by side on the couch. Their arms were pulled above their heads and secured over one arm of it. Their feet were propped up on the opposite arm of the couch. J.Lo’s tall boots had been taken off and Jessica’s heels were gone. J.Lo groaned with disapproval when she saw her tan size 8.5 feet were now bared. Likewise, Jessica Alba’s anxiety went through the roof when she noticed her heels had been taken away and her silky, feminine size 8’s were vulnerable.
The two Hollywood stars struggled and bumped into one another as they tested their bonds. J.Lo was lying closest to the edge of the couch and Jessica was stuck up against the back of the couch. It was a crowded position. And since they were tied together in such close proximity, their naked feet were rubbing against one another coincidentally.
Their hearts stopped when Simon appeared in front of them again. He held up a toothbrush, but said nothing. He only smiled with sadistic pleasure as the two celebrities writhed on the couch in fear. Simon knelt at the end of the couch near their bare feet and got to work. He began with J.Lo. The tip of the toothbrush began scrubbing along her tender heels and defined arches. She jolted and clenched her jaw as she fought back giggles. The flexible bristle fibers swayed and flicked relentlessly over her size 8.5 foot bottoms from every direction. J.Lo put up a tough front, but eventually melted into giggles and light laughter. She thought it was so unusual that someone could use a toothbrush as a legitimate tickling tool.
The bristles scribbled back and forth and up and down her soles. J.Lo twisted around on the couch in uneasiness as she continued to lose her resolve. Simon pulled her toes back and gently brushed the toothbrush along the undersides. J.Lo kicked her feet and laughed heartily. Her body jostled against Jessica Alba and her wiggling feet kept bumping into her SNL co-host. Simon smiled as he scrubbed the delightfully tender undersides of her toes. He asked her, “Does this tickle?” J.Lo had her eyes clenched shut and was taking shallow breaths. She said nothing except for her laughter as she shook her head back and forth stubbornly. “You’re not a very convincing liar, Ms. Lopez,” Simon commented as he chuckled and continued to slide the bristles along the sensuous tips of her well-taken care of toes.
J.Lo’s wiggling feet naturally caused the stiff toothbrush bristles to unintentionally slide over and graze Alba’s feet occasionally. Simon took note that Jessica “eeked” adorably anytime the bottoms of her feet were accidentally touched. Simon shifted over to her for a change and began rubbing the toothbrush across her completely smooth, size 8 soles. Jessica shrieked and kicked in response. Her body writhed and bucked on the couch as Simon slid the bristles back and forth across her arches, in circles over her silky heels, and purposefully along the undersides of the balls of her feet.
Jessica was having a much harder time keeping any semblance of composure as Simon scrubbed the pesky toothbrush across her soles. She laughed wildly as she fidgeted her feet back and forth. J.Lo was stuck lying right next to her and watched her fellow celebrity laughing her head off with disdain. J.Lo scowled and glared at Jessica disapprovingly. She knew the toothbrush was maddening, but she urged Jessica, “Try to keep quiet! Don’t let him win! Stop laughing and get it together! Come on! Be a strong Latina! We have to have some pride and not let this creep make us laugh!”
Jessica’s adorable smile stuck on her face as she continued to let out forced laughter. She embarrassingly replied, “I’m sorry! Hahahahaha!! My feet are just really sensitive! Oh God hahahahahaha!! I’m trying!”
Simon put down the toothbrush and encircled J.Lo’s ankles with one arm. Then he began giving her feet a ruthless finger tickling. Jennifer jumped to life and began bucking and thrashing on the couch. Her feet were kicking and wiggling around rapidly as Simon stroked their tender undersides. J.Lo laughed loudly as Simon fluttered his fingertips furiously across her velvety arches. And she about had a panic attack when he moved higher and began wiggling his digits along the base of her tan tootsies. J.Lo screamed as her legs were shaking involuntarily.
Simon: “Such a ticklish little singer. What happened to needing to be a ‘strong Latina’ and not laughing? Guess your ticklish feet changed your mind?”
J.Lo: “Hahahahahaha! Fuck you! Hahahahaha! Get away from my feet! Hahahaha! I swear to God, I’m going to have my people hunt you down! Hahahahaha! You’ll wish you never laid a hand on me! Hahahahaha!”
Simon paused for a moment to let J.Lo catch her breath and told her, “Well, that’s not a very nice thing to say. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson.”
Simon left J.Lo’s wrists and ankles tied together, but released them from the couch. Jessica was left back on the couch as he took J.Lo over to a chair in front of the makeup station in the dressing room. Jennifer huffed and puffed as she was yanked around and finally pulled over Simon’s lap as he sat in the chair. Before she could even figure out what was happening, Simon pushed up her short blue dress and exposed her legendary booty. J.Lo’s tan cheeks were two perfectly formed globes of sensuality with a black thong nestled comfortably between them. J.Lo was outraged and shouting curses back at Simon. This was completely unacceptable!
J.Lo: “Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?! Pull my dress back down this very moment! You can’t do this to me! Do you have any idea of who I am?!”
Simon: “I know exactly who you are and I’m going to help you realize it. You are just one of many self-centered, bratty, entitled celebrities who is about to figure out that no amount of status is going to save you from being tickled past your breaking point.”
J.Lo was still scowling but was silent for a few moments as she reflected on Simon’s words. She grumbled and grunted as she balanced across her captor’s lap with her nearly bare ass exposed. Then J.Lo shouted and gasped as she felt Simon spank her impressive behind. At first she was in shock. But then another smack and another followed across her tan bubble butt. Her voluptuous cheeks jiggled and swayed with each swat. J.Lo’s face contorted with anger. She made pouty groans and grumbled angrily as she received her humiliating spanking.
J.Lo: “This is completely *SMACK* Ouch! Out of line! You can’t just put me over your knee and spank me! *SMACK* Ouch! Ugh! Stop it! This isn’t how a man should treat a woman! *SMACK* Aahhh! God, stop spanking me! I didn’t make it this far in the industry by letting asshole, chauvinistic pigs like you treat me like *SMACK* Yikes! Ow!”
By the time Simon had given J.Lo a few dozen swats, she had mostly given up her tough talk. Her curvy bottom now had a pinkish glow to her tan skin. Simon selected a few of the slender makeup brushes and held them by their ends. J.Lo had welcomed the calm break, but now felt several brush tips gliding in a random pattern across her freshly-spanked booty. Her stinging skin actually made the effects of the delicate brushes far worse. J.Lo fidgeted and squirmed over Simon’s lap as she began giggling and laughing at the touch.
Simon flicked and swirled the soft makeup brushes along the hefty curves near the bottom of her fatty cheeks, over the hilly mounds as they shook with laughter, and even intrusively swiped them along her crack near her thong. J.Lo slapped her bound hands against Simon’s leg in frustration as she laughed. She wiggled her booty to try and keep away from the tormenting brushes, but it didn’t do much good.
J.Lo: “Aaagh! Hahahaha! This isn’t fair! Hahahahaha! I didn’t even know my butt could be ticklish!”
Simon: “Hehe I’m happy to enlighten you, Ms. Lopez. But enough of this. It’s time to really show you how bad tickling can be.”
Simon wrestled J.Lo into the seat and tied her down in the chair. J.Lo looked pissed off as she glared up at Simon. He winked back at her as he pulled her bound feet up onto the makeup station so that they were facing the mirror. Simon then went and retrieved Jessica and tied her down in the chair next to J.Lo. Her feet were also propped up on the top of the makeup counter. The large mirror and bright lights surrounding it made it so both women could see the other in the reflection.
Simon set up his camera behind them and pointed it at the mirror so it could capture their reactions. Then he leaned against the counter between them and began smearing lotion on both their soles. J.Lo tensed and looked concerned as she curled her toes down. Jessica whined and looked panicked as she leaned her tan feet to the side away from Simon in nervous anticipation. Once their feet were all slippery, Simon placed a hand on each pair of soles and began wiggling his fingers rapidly. Both women burst into desperate laughter. Simon’s fingers swiped and slid across their lotioned feet as they struggled and jostled in their chairs.
Simon absolutely loved the sound of their joint laughter and the feel of their exquisitely soft peds. He noticed a hairbrush on the makeup counter and decided to take advantage of it. Simon pinned Jessica’s ankles down with one hand and began scrubbing the bristles across her slender, size 8 soles relentlessly. The sweet actress threw her head back and laughed so hard she flirted with going silent a few times. The ruthless brush was roughly scrubbing across her tender heels and pillow-soft arches. Jessica thrashed in her seat and seemed to be in danger of tipping it backwards from kicking so hard.
Then it was J.Lo’s turn again. The feisty pop singer was not nearly as resolved as she had been at the start of this madness. Simon could see the fear in her eyes as he wrapped up her ankles in an arm lock and poised the hairbrush just in front of her shiny size 8.5 soles. She knew this was going to be bad. Simon began brushing her soft soles with rapid, merciless swipes, sending J.Lo into hysterics. The pompous pop star screamed and cackled as her tender soles were scrubbed.
Simon returned to Jessica. She looked like she was about to cry as she sunk down in the chair and crossed her feet over so they seemed as small as possible. When he encircled her ankles and rested the brush against her arches, she pleaded, “Please! No!” But predictably had no effect on Simon as he started rolling the hairbrush in a circular motion across her trapped soles. Jessica flung back into her chair and began laughing like a she-devil. Her resistance was gone. She thrashed and begged like a mad woman. Tears began to trail down her cheeks as Simon continued to run the hairbrush over her soles without pause. J.Lo saw in the mirror the utter hysterics that her partner was in as she watched the brush scrub back and forth across her poor feet.
Simon eventually left Jessica devastated and heaving for breath. He went back to J.Lo and wasted no time before he started scrubbing her feet again. The hottie dissolved back into laughter and shook her head back and forth as the bottoms of her glistening feet were brushed. J.Lo laughed and shook in the seat while she wiggled her feet around. Jessica watched in horror at the mirrored reflection as one of her Hollywood icons was made to laugh and beg like a helpless wimp.
“Anybody feel like saying the magic words?” Simon asked as he took a break and leaned against the counter between the two women. Jessica shot a look over at J.Lo, unsure of what to do next. J.Lo looked back at her and reluctantly nodded her head as if she was giving her permission to give in. Jessica turned her attention back toward the mirror where she could see the camera on its tripod filming the whole exchange. She desperately whined, “I’m Jessica Alba and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.” Jessica was more than eager to be done being tickled.
Simon looked over at J.Lo and waited patiently for her response. Jennifer looked seething mad, but what choice did she have? Stay here in the dressing room while Simon tickled her all weekend until she gave in? J.Lo swallowed her pride and looked forward into the mirror. With a bratty tone, she admitted, “Fine. I’m Jennifer Lopez and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
This is a fine series. 
