PeterVincentTGVK
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“I’m just so sick of it!” Alice buried her head in her hands in annoyance as she sat next to Jenni at the bar counter.
Alice had not had the easiest week. Most strippers don’t often have weeks that aren’t difficult. But Alice was just about at her wit’s end. She had started working at The Playpen, a topless bar two towns over, three months ago. It was a job, and she loved the money. A girl who looked like her was able to make bank working in such a place. But a couple of weeks ago, she and the other girls became aware of a new regular customer: Ben.
Ben was a real jerk. The kind of guy who comes to a topless bar to condescend and hassle the girls rather than sit in the chair and simply enjoy their art. It had started out mildly. He would say something offensive, ask one of the girls whether she masturbated before or after work… comments like that. After a couple of nights though, he started to get a little more on the physical side. The Playpen had a strict policy with the dancers. They can touch you but you can’t touch them, save for if you wanted to hold their hips as they danced or something relatively innocent like that.
But two nights ago, while Alice was giving him a private dance, he got grabby, taking hold of her breasts during the middle of the song. She told him politely that it was against the rules to do such things and tried to remove his hands. But that was when he laughed at her and intentionally spilled his drink onto her lap. A pretty obvious way of saying that he didn’t care about anything that she had to say. She was there for his entertainment and it was that simple.
This had really bothered Alice. She had visited a couple of other joints, trying to see if she could get any advice on how to handle Ben the next time that he came in.
It was when she paid a visit to The Peekaboo Club that she met Jenni. Jenni had admitted to being bisexual, not having any reservations about being in such a place to have a drink and enjoy the show. Jenni was beautiful. She wore her brown hair in a ponytail and the way that her tube top was actually able to support her endowments was nothing short of a miracle. Jenni had noticed the dismayed look on Alice’s face the minute that she had walked in and, being a kind-hearted person, offered to buy her a drink and offer a sympathetic ear.
“I hear ya.” Jenni nodded. “You know, I’m something of a performer myself. And nothing kills the fun quite like a heckler. Or in your case, a chauvinist. Have you complained to the manager about this guy?”
“Ralph doesn’t care. Not as long as the asshole is paying.”
“Ouch.” Jenni replied. “You should come work here. Sheryl treats the girls real good.” As the two women conversed, one of the dancers took the stage and started a routine set to Tickle Me by Melanii Diva. Jenni started to bob her head a little from side to side. She clearly knew the song as she absent-mindedly hummed along to it.
“I don’t know what to do about this guy.” Alice bemoaned her conundrum.
“It’s my experience that guys like that need to be humbled. Cut down to size. Make him feel… small.” Jenni said, still swaying a little to the music as she spoke. “I would love to offer you some kind of… service… to help you out but I am busy busy lately.”
“That’s okay.” Alice sighed. “I appreciate you listening.”
“Although…” The cogs in Jenni’s head appeared to be turning. “I might know of somebody else who might be able to help you…”
“You know, I’m really not comfortable with this occult stuff.” Alice’s reluctance was anything but subtle as Jenni set a collection of brightly colored feathers into a pentagram shape on the floor of her living room. Jenni had convinced Alice to come back home with her for what she would only describe to her as a “Spiritual Skype Call.” On the way back, they stopped at a hardware store for the feathers and found a stray kitten in the dirt alley that ran behind Jenni’s house.
“Hey, I get it. But you have to trust me, Reni is your best option. I just hope that she answers the call.” Jenni placed the kitten in the center of the pentagram.
“The kitten isn’t going to be hurt, is it?”
“Oh no.” Jenni assured the stripper. “The kitten is kind of like a symbol of softness. Like the feathers. It’s a vessel for Reni. When she leaves the Earth realm, the kitten will be back to it’s happy little self. Now I can’t remember the incantation, but she and I are old friends. I am sure that once she realizes the feathers and kitten are in place, she will be sure to-”
Jenni was cut off by all of the lights suddenly shutting off and the sound of a voice. A female voice that sounded like a young girl.
“Oh, Jenni! I knew that you would miss me eventually.”
The lights came on and Alice shrieked in shock and horror. Standing in place of the kitten was a nude, hot pink skinned, demonic looking entity. It’s body was every bit as voluptuous and inviting as Jenni’s but the two small horns and purple, catlike eyes were casual reminders that this thing was definitely not a human female. The thing turned it’s attention from Jenni to Alice.
“Alice Porter…” The creature knew Alice’s name. Alice felt a shiver go down her spine. “It’s been years since you last dreamed of me. Of course, in that dream, I had taken on the form of your first crush, but anyways…”
“Renismelthin.” Jenni regained the creature’s attention. “We have a favor to ask.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do.” Renismelthin stepped calmly outside of the pentagram. “What is it this time, Jenni? Another cute bartender? Or are you wanting to play another prank on that witch of yours, Lily?”
“Witch? What is she talking about?” Alice was growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute. Jenni and Renismelthin ignored her, continuing their discussion.
“There’s a guy who comes into her work causing trouble.” Jenni said. “It’s still early. He might be showing up there later tonight. He likes to objectify women. We think that he needs a lesson in humility.”
Renismelthin licked her lips with a thin, forked tongue.
“Tell me more, Jenni…”
Ben put out his cigarette on the pavement before walking in the door, flashing his ID and a 20 dollar bill to pay for the cover charge, at the doorman. Ben didn’t even dignify the man by acknowledging him. He simply looked forward and put his ID back in his wallet, folding it up and putting it back into his inner jacket pocket.
“Hey, behave yourself tonight.” The doorman told him. “We’ve been getting some complaints.”
“If I had your job, I would have some complaints, too.” Ben snarled and made his way to an empty table near the stage. The closing seconds of Minerva by Deftones were playing as the current dancer was segueing into the second song of her act. Each girl was given the stage for two songs before they could be propositioned for private dances. Minerva faded into I’m So Sick by Flyleaf as a server in a french maid outfit approached the table.
“What’ll it be, Ben?”
“Shot of Jim Beam and a Miller Lite.” He passed her a credit card. As he had with the doorman, he refused to so much as glance at the server. She rolled her eyes and wandered off to get his order.
Ben watched the girl on the stage. She was nice, but nothing special. He was waiting to see if Alice was working tonight. And he would wait patiently until he either saw her on that stage, or was able to find out when she worked next.
“That was Ruby, let’s give her a hand!” The DJ could be heard. How unoriginal, Ben thought. The server brought him his beer and bourbon. She only waited a moment for a tip before realizing that he had no intention of humoring her in such a way. The DJ’s voice continued. “And now it’s time for your world to be rocked by… JTC!”
JTC? What kind of stripper has initials for a name, Ben wondered. Tickle Me by Melanii Diva started playing as one of the most stunning women he had ever seen took the stage. It was Jenni. She was still wearing the tube top and daisy dukes from earlier and her hair was still pulled back in her ponytail. She bounced her way to the pole, displaying some pretty crafty moves before deftly yanking her tube top off and letting her large breasts free for all to see. She winked at the crowd, wrapping her chest around the pole and shimmying for a bit.
Ben wasn’t thinking about Alice anymore. He had to know who this new girl was. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
Jenni moved and popped her hips, stepping in time with the music towards Ben’s table. When she reached him, she hopped up onto the table, swinging her legs open in front of him.
“Hey hon, ya like titties?” She asked suggestively. When he nodded yes, she grabbed his head and buried his face in her chest. He was pitching a tent by the time that she let him go. She was about to hop off of the table when he took a hold of her wrist.
“I would love a private dance.” He told her.
“After my next song.” She told him. “Then, I promise you something you’ll never forget.”
She jumped off of the table, but not before dropping a small, pink capsule into his bourbon when he wasn’t looking. As she moved to the next table, Ben sat in his chair, completely mesmerized by the experience. He needed a drink. He downed his bourbon and sat back, letting the buzz overtake him. That dancer was amazing. He watched as she moved from table to table, entrancing every guy that she came across. He started to feel warm inside.
Very warm.
By the end of Jenni’s second song, You Make Me Laugh by Lauren Christy, she kept her word, walking back over to him and throwing an arm around him.
“How about that dance, Handsome?”
Ben was all for it, but he felt… off. She helped him out of his chair and walked him around the stage to a red, padded door. “I’ve got something special planned for you.” She promised. She opened the door and walked him inside. He felt dizzy all of a sudden. The pill that was put in his drink was affecting him. He saw a stripper pole in the middle of the room. The room itself was wall to wall red padding just like the door. This meant that when he succumbed and went unconscious, at least he didn’t hurt himself in the fall…
Ben felt strange as he awoke. Considering how lightheaded he had been before, he felt perfectly awake now. Lucid. Aware. And that awareness quickly led him to realize that he was laying naked on the padded floor. His clothing was nowhere to be found. But his his wrists were handcuffed to the stripper pole in the middle of the room. At least he knew that he was still in the bar.
“Sorry I had to give you the slip.” He looked up to see Jenni, still topless, leaning against the wall and looking over at him with a cruel smirk.
“The slip?” He asked. “But you haven’t left.”
“No, you misunderstand.” She giggled. “The Slip is what they call the pill that I put in your drink. Hard to find outside of Europe, but I have my ways.”
“So uh, what is this all about?” Ben realized that he couldn’t hear any music. Or commotion. Nothing to indicate that there was anything going on in the main bar area.
“I am more than happy to tell you.” Jenni said. “But first, I think that I should change.”
Before Ben’s very eyes, Jenni began to transform into the pink skinned creature that many knew to dread…
Jenni had been Renismelthin all along. The demonic woman had taken Jenni’s form merely to seduce him. Ben reacted with understandable terror at seeing the supernatural vixen. She spoke to him in her teen girl voice.
“Ben Weaver…” She lifted herself from against the wall, stepping forward. “Such a disappointment. You have been given a life of sheer luxury and you can’t appreciate anything that you can’t buy. Tisk tisk.”
“What do you want from me?!!”
“I want to help you.” Renismelthin nodded towards the door and Ben looked over to see three silhouettes. They were undoubtedly ladylike. And as they stepped forwards, he found himself aghast at the sight of them. Their breasts were the size of basketballs. Their bottoms were like inflated balloons. And they each had a set of lips that would make the most well known porn stars jealous. Each of these cartoonishly rounded women wore matching purple bikinis.
“Wha…?”
“I want to introduce you to my helpers. I call them The Three Bares.” Renismelthin told him. “And while some may find them to be rather disproportionate… I am sure that you’ll find them to be juuuust right.” Her allusions to the Goldilocks story didn’t go unnoticed.
“You call them your helpers…” Ben granted. “What are they here to help you with, exactly?”
“I’ve heard some stories about you, Ben. And I have to say… I am quite upset with you. Why do you treat women with such disdain? Don’t you know that for a boy like you… girls are the most wonderful thing in the world?”
“What are you talking about???”
“I mean that you are just ridiculously ticklish and there is nothing better than being tickled by a friendly female. Now… up you go!” Renismelthin lifted a hand upwards and as she did, an invisible force began to levitate Ben from the floor, spreading his legs and elevating him three feet in the air. To him, it felt like he was floating in water. Ben was about to say something when the demon spoke up again. “Rebecca, why don’t you get us started?” Ben watched as the first of these “Bares” made her way towards him. Her exaggerated curves, while far from natural, were erotic enough to arouse his interest. Rebecca raised her hands as she approached and he could see that her fingernails were at least an inch long apiece. Rebecca gave him a sly smile as she clacked her nails together like chopsticks. When she reached him, she took her place at his right side. She looked over his bare chest, tiny nipples, exposed ribs, and toned stomach.
“Mmm… I know just what to do with this.” She announced. She carefully placed all ten nails at the tops of his ribs and slowly dragged them down.
“Hehehehehahahaaa…” Renismelthin had been correct. Ben WAS ridiculously ticklish. The fingernails were deadly to him. As they trailed down his ribs, he felt his lack of control over the situation. He yanked down hard on his arms, but the cuffs around the pole rendered his attempts meaningless.
“Uh uh uh…” Renismelthin tisked at him. “Remember the house rules. The girls can touch you… but you can’t touch them.”
“I never did anything wroooohohohohohohahahahahahahahaha…” He fell into another giggle fit when the nails trailed down the sides of his abdomen.
“Is that so?” The demon was inquisitive. “Because we both know that you have treated some of the girls here pretty badly. Tell you what: Admit your faults… and I will make Rebecca stop.”
It was at this point that Rebecca pursed her huge lips and danced her nails over the tops of his thighs, often creeping them inwards to elicit a response in his groin. She was granted a response when he began to rise from between his legs.
“Tickle tickle…”
“Confess and I will make her stop.” Renismelthin promised.
“I don’t want to stop.” Rebecca told Renismelthin in a tone that sounded to the demon like a complaint, but to Ben, it sounded like a threat as she tickled near and around his swelling member. “Not before I get down to his cute toes.”
“Okay!” Ben blurted out. “Okay, I will confess. I have been kind of an ass. Okay? I have broken the rules. I have been rude to the girls. I admit it.”
Rebecca was visibly upset at how quickly he had given in.
“Oh, poop.” She turned around, pouting as she returned to the other two Bares.
“So, you can admit that you have been a real cad. More animal than man in some ways. Okay.” Renismelthin nodded. “Now we move on to the next phase of your session.” She nodded to the Bare in the middle. “Penelope, show him how you tame animals.”
It was at this point when Ben realized that this new woman had her hands behind her back. Penelope walked over to him and brought her hands out, revealing that she had a soapy horse brush in each hand. He saw the brushes and freaked out.
“Okay! Okay! What’s the second phase? I’ll do it right now. Right this second. Just tell me!!!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, hon. It’s not that simple.” Renismelthin appeared only slightly sympathetic.
“Hey, you’ve confessed your sins.” Penelope told him in a congratulatory tone. “But now that we know how dirty you are… we have to wash it all away.” She brought the brushes to his underarms. “This really is for the best.” She insisted before she began to scrub.
“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NNNAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
“Coochie coo…” Penelope’s taunts could barely be heard over his incredible laughter. Through his hysteria, Ben was able to look over at Renismelthin and see that she had manifested an over-sized, theater-style bucket of popcorn that she was eagerly munching from. This was all a show for her.
“He looks pretty dirty under those arms.” The demon said between handfuls of buttery popcorn. “Better give ‘em a few more passes.” Rebecca and the other Bare snickered at the comment.
The brushes were truly horrid. And the soap acted as a lubricant, allowing them to slide freely and painlessly in the well of the outstretched underarms, catching his ribs and biceps here and there in the process. As he babbled his hilarity, he began to feel like nothing could be worse. But then Renismelthin once again offered a suggestion.
“Hey, he’s been walking around in his shoes and socks all day up until he ended up in here. I am sure that his feet are probably dirty as well. You know… hiding a lot of crud and nonsense in there.” The demon’s instructions were delivered in such a way as one might address someone who was washing their car.
“Oh, yes. Those tootsies like pretty linty, don’t they?” Penelope disregarded Ben’s frantic objections as she walked down to his bare feet. She put one brush down to allow herself a free hand. Using that arm to bring his feet together and hold his calves in place, she then proceeded to scrub mercilessly.
Ben’s eyes nearly popped right out of his head. This was intolerable.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“The room’s aliiiive…” Renismelthin began to sing, mocking Julie Andrews. “With the sound of laaaaaughter…”
Penelope upped her game, rubbing her hand against the brush and sliding her slick fingers between his toes as she scrubbed his soles. He couldn’t bare that for very long, though. And soon, Renismelthin was motioning for her to stop. Penelope did as she was told, grabbing her brushes and moving back over to the other Bares. It was at this point that Renimelthin manifested a bath towel and walked up to the shuddering Ben, drying his underarms and feet as carefully as a parent might when drying their child after a bath.
“I hope that this doesn’t dissuade you from this establishment. Don’t judge the business off of just this one experience.” She joked. “We are not necessarily here to chase you off. Just to teach you how to be a little more thoughtful about how you treat the girls and a teensy bit more grateful for how they treat you. I mean, for a few measly dollars, you get to experience such an erotic experience. Think of how their boyfriend’s or parent must feel when they hear about guys like you.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.” He managed to gasp. The hyper-intense foot tickles had really traumatized him.
“I know you are.” Renismelthin nodded. “But it’s one thing to say that you are sorry to avoid punishment, and another to say it because you really mean it and feel it in your soul. The girls who work in places like this are just trying to make a living. Just like everyone else. But they are not selling you a burger or a couch or car insurance. They are selling you what makes them special as women: Their ability to tease. And to that end… Myra!” Renismelthin turned away from him and the third Bare, Myra, came forth. This third Bare revealed a large feather fan in each hand. Ben was actually relieved when he saw the feathers. The fingernails and brushes were brutal but they were also rough. Intense. Feathers could never have the same effect on him. Still… the look in Myra’s eyes inspired more than a little fear in him.
“How are you feeling, sweetie?” Myra asked him. Before he could have possibly responded, she swept the fans over his body. They were large enough to fly over his body from head to toe with very little effort.
“Hahahahahahaha…” It wasn’t as intense as the tickles he had already endured, but Renismelthin had said herself that this third Bare was intended to tease. He was reminded of that when Myra spoke again.
“Tickle tickle tickle…” She cooed. “Coochie coo… hey, how about a riddle: How do you make somebody laugh with Edgar Allen Poe? Well, here’s the pit…” She dusted one fan under his right arm. “And here’s the pendulum!” The other fan swung back and forth like a metronome against the soles of his feet.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“He seems to really like that story.” Renismelthin joked.
“Hahahaha!” Myra laughed at him while she teased. “Tickle tickle… coochie coochie coooooo…”
“I’m sohhhoohohohohahahahahahahahrrryyy!” He giggled his way through an honest apology.
“You know something?” Renismelthin replied. “I think that you actually mean it now.” The demon signaled for Myra to stop. When the third Bare rejoined her sisters, the demon turned her attention back to Ben.
“You must have liked Myra’s feathers to an extent.” She said as the three Bares cooed and gasped at the sight of Ben’s erection. “Ladies, we aren’t done yet.” The demon moved between Ben’s legs as the three Bares all slowly walked over to his sides, surrounding him. Each of the three Bares chose this time to live up to there name and yanked off their tops and bottoms. The three supernaturally curvy women now hovered over him, wiggling their fingers in front of his eyes and whispering “Tickle tickles” and “Coochie coos”.
But the real show was going on between his legs as Renismelthin revealed her long, delicate talons… and began to tickle his penis.
“Hahahaha hehehehe…”
“I hope that you are ready for this.” Renismelthin said. “It’s not a real trip to the topless bar if you don’t get aroused, is it? So allow me to take care of your little problem here… tickle tickle tickle. You’re about to make quite a mess here, you know. And you are going to do it in… ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five…”
It was at this point when the Bares started to dance and giggle while they repeated their tickle taunts.
“Four… three… two… one!”
Ben erupted from the verbal teases and cock tickles. The semen that flew freely landed mostly on his chest but right before he passed out from sheer ecstasy, he saw the demon lick some of his fruits from her finger with a suggestive nod…
A couple of weeks later, Jenni was having a whiskey sour at The Peekaboo Club. She looked over to see Ben walk in to the bar. The two of them locked eyes for just a moment. Then Ben just turned around…
And left.
“I’m just so sick of it!” Alice buried her head in her hands in annoyance as she sat next to Jenni at the bar counter.
Alice had not had the easiest week. Most strippers don’t often have weeks that aren’t difficult. But Alice was just about at her wit’s end. She had started working at The Playpen, a topless bar two towns over, three months ago. It was a job, and she loved the money. A girl who looked like her was able to make bank working in such a place. But a couple of weeks ago, she and the other girls became aware of a new regular customer: Ben.
Ben was a real jerk. The kind of guy who comes to a topless bar to condescend and hassle the girls rather than sit in the chair and simply enjoy their art. It had started out mildly. He would say something offensive, ask one of the girls whether she masturbated before or after work… comments like that. After a couple of nights though, he started to get a little more on the physical side. The Playpen had a strict policy with the dancers. They can touch you but you can’t touch them, save for if you wanted to hold their hips as they danced or something relatively innocent like that.
But two nights ago, while Alice was giving him a private dance, he got grabby, taking hold of her breasts during the middle of the song. She told him politely that it was against the rules to do such things and tried to remove his hands. But that was when he laughed at her and intentionally spilled his drink onto her lap. A pretty obvious way of saying that he didn’t care about anything that she had to say. She was there for his entertainment and it was that simple.
This had really bothered Alice. She had visited a couple of other joints, trying to see if she could get any advice on how to handle Ben the next time that he came in.
It was when she paid a visit to The Peekaboo Club that she met Jenni. Jenni had admitted to being bisexual, not having any reservations about being in such a place to have a drink and enjoy the show. Jenni was beautiful. She wore her brown hair in a ponytail and the way that her tube top was actually able to support her endowments was nothing short of a miracle. Jenni had noticed the dismayed look on Alice’s face the minute that she had walked in and, being a kind-hearted person, offered to buy her a drink and offer a sympathetic ear.
“I hear ya.” Jenni nodded. “You know, I’m something of a performer myself. And nothing kills the fun quite like a heckler. Or in your case, a chauvinist. Have you complained to the manager about this guy?”
“Ralph doesn’t care. Not as long as the asshole is paying.”
“Ouch.” Jenni replied. “You should come work here. Sheryl treats the girls real good.” As the two women conversed, one of the dancers took the stage and started a routine set to Tickle Me by Melanii Diva. Jenni started to bob her head a little from side to side. She clearly knew the song as she absent-mindedly hummed along to it.
“I don’t know what to do about this guy.” Alice bemoaned her conundrum.
“It’s my experience that guys like that need to be humbled. Cut down to size. Make him feel… small.” Jenni said, still swaying a little to the music as she spoke. “I would love to offer you some kind of… service… to help you out but I am busy busy lately.”
“That’s okay.” Alice sighed. “I appreciate you listening.”
“Although…” The cogs in Jenni’s head appeared to be turning. “I might know of somebody else who might be able to help you…”
“You know, I’m really not comfortable with this occult stuff.” Alice’s reluctance was anything but subtle as Jenni set a collection of brightly colored feathers into a pentagram shape on the floor of her living room. Jenni had convinced Alice to come back home with her for what she would only describe to her as a “Spiritual Skype Call.” On the way back, they stopped at a hardware store for the feathers and found a stray kitten in the dirt alley that ran behind Jenni’s house.
“Hey, I get it. But you have to trust me, Reni is your best option. I just hope that she answers the call.” Jenni placed the kitten in the center of the pentagram.
“The kitten isn’t going to be hurt, is it?”
“Oh no.” Jenni assured the stripper. “The kitten is kind of like a symbol of softness. Like the feathers. It’s a vessel for Reni. When she leaves the Earth realm, the kitten will be back to it’s happy little self. Now I can’t remember the incantation, but she and I are old friends. I am sure that once she realizes the feathers and kitten are in place, she will be sure to-”
Jenni was cut off by all of the lights suddenly shutting off and the sound of a voice. A female voice that sounded like a young girl.
“Oh, Jenni! I knew that you would miss me eventually.”
The lights came on and Alice shrieked in shock and horror. Standing in place of the kitten was a nude, hot pink skinned, demonic looking entity. It’s body was every bit as voluptuous and inviting as Jenni’s but the two small horns and purple, catlike eyes were casual reminders that this thing was definitely not a human female. The thing turned it’s attention from Jenni to Alice.
“Alice Porter…” The creature knew Alice’s name. Alice felt a shiver go down her spine. “It’s been years since you last dreamed of me. Of course, in that dream, I had taken on the form of your first crush, but anyways…”
“Renismelthin.” Jenni regained the creature’s attention. “We have a favor to ask.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do.” Renismelthin stepped calmly outside of the pentagram. “What is it this time, Jenni? Another cute bartender? Or are you wanting to play another prank on that witch of yours, Lily?”
“Witch? What is she talking about?” Alice was growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute. Jenni and Renismelthin ignored her, continuing their discussion.
“There’s a guy who comes into her work causing trouble.” Jenni said. “It’s still early. He might be showing up there later tonight. He likes to objectify women. We think that he needs a lesson in humility.”
Renismelthin licked her lips with a thin, forked tongue.
“Tell me more, Jenni…”
Ben put out his cigarette on the pavement before walking in the door, flashing his ID and a 20 dollar bill to pay for the cover charge, at the doorman. Ben didn’t even dignify the man by acknowledging him. He simply looked forward and put his ID back in his wallet, folding it up and putting it back into his inner jacket pocket.
“Hey, behave yourself tonight.” The doorman told him. “We’ve been getting some complaints.”
“If I had your job, I would have some complaints, too.” Ben snarled and made his way to an empty table near the stage. The closing seconds of Minerva by Deftones were playing as the current dancer was segueing into the second song of her act. Each girl was given the stage for two songs before they could be propositioned for private dances. Minerva faded into I’m So Sick by Flyleaf as a server in a french maid outfit approached the table.
“What’ll it be, Ben?”
“Shot of Jim Beam and a Miller Lite.” He passed her a credit card. As he had with the doorman, he refused to so much as glance at the server. She rolled her eyes and wandered off to get his order.
Ben watched the girl on the stage. She was nice, but nothing special. He was waiting to see if Alice was working tonight. And he would wait patiently until he either saw her on that stage, or was able to find out when she worked next.
“That was Ruby, let’s give her a hand!” The DJ could be heard. How unoriginal, Ben thought. The server brought him his beer and bourbon. She only waited a moment for a tip before realizing that he had no intention of humoring her in such a way. The DJ’s voice continued. “And now it’s time for your world to be rocked by… JTC!”
JTC? What kind of stripper has initials for a name, Ben wondered. Tickle Me by Melanii Diva started playing as one of the most stunning women he had ever seen took the stage. It was Jenni. She was still wearing the tube top and daisy dukes from earlier and her hair was still pulled back in her ponytail. She bounced her way to the pole, displaying some pretty crafty moves before deftly yanking her tube top off and letting her large breasts free for all to see. She winked at the crowd, wrapping her chest around the pole and shimmying for a bit.
Ben wasn’t thinking about Alice anymore. He had to know who this new girl was. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
Jenni moved and popped her hips, stepping in time with the music towards Ben’s table. When she reached him, she hopped up onto the table, swinging her legs open in front of him.
“Hey hon, ya like titties?” She asked suggestively. When he nodded yes, she grabbed his head and buried his face in her chest. He was pitching a tent by the time that she let him go. She was about to hop off of the table when he took a hold of her wrist.
“I would love a private dance.” He told her.
“After my next song.” She told him. “Then, I promise you something you’ll never forget.”
She jumped off of the table, but not before dropping a small, pink capsule into his bourbon when he wasn’t looking. As she moved to the next table, Ben sat in his chair, completely mesmerized by the experience. He needed a drink. He downed his bourbon and sat back, letting the buzz overtake him. That dancer was amazing. He watched as she moved from table to table, entrancing every guy that she came across. He started to feel warm inside.
Very warm.
By the end of Jenni’s second song, You Make Me Laugh by Lauren Christy, she kept her word, walking back over to him and throwing an arm around him.
“How about that dance, Handsome?”
Ben was all for it, but he felt… off. She helped him out of his chair and walked him around the stage to a red, padded door. “I’ve got something special planned for you.” She promised. She opened the door and walked him inside. He felt dizzy all of a sudden. The pill that was put in his drink was affecting him. He saw a stripper pole in the middle of the room. The room itself was wall to wall red padding just like the door. This meant that when he succumbed and went unconscious, at least he didn’t hurt himself in the fall…
Ben felt strange as he awoke. Considering how lightheaded he had been before, he felt perfectly awake now. Lucid. Aware. And that awareness quickly led him to realize that he was laying naked on the padded floor. His clothing was nowhere to be found. But his his wrists were handcuffed to the stripper pole in the middle of the room. At least he knew that he was still in the bar.
“Sorry I had to give you the slip.” He looked up to see Jenni, still topless, leaning against the wall and looking over at him with a cruel smirk.
“The slip?” He asked. “But you haven’t left.”
“No, you misunderstand.” She giggled. “The Slip is what they call the pill that I put in your drink. Hard to find outside of Europe, but I have my ways.”
“So uh, what is this all about?” Ben realized that he couldn’t hear any music. Or commotion. Nothing to indicate that there was anything going on in the main bar area.
“I am more than happy to tell you.” Jenni said. “But first, I think that I should change.”
Before Ben’s very eyes, Jenni began to transform into the pink skinned creature that many knew to dread…
Jenni had been Renismelthin all along. The demonic woman had taken Jenni’s form merely to seduce him. Ben reacted with understandable terror at seeing the supernatural vixen. She spoke to him in her teen girl voice.
“Ben Weaver…” She lifted herself from against the wall, stepping forward. “Such a disappointment. You have been given a life of sheer luxury and you can’t appreciate anything that you can’t buy. Tisk tisk.”
“What do you want from me?!!”
“I want to help you.” Renismelthin nodded towards the door and Ben looked over to see three silhouettes. They were undoubtedly ladylike. And as they stepped forwards, he found himself aghast at the sight of them. Their breasts were the size of basketballs. Their bottoms were like inflated balloons. And they each had a set of lips that would make the most well known porn stars jealous. Each of these cartoonishly rounded women wore matching purple bikinis.
“Wha…?”
“I want to introduce you to my helpers. I call them The Three Bares.” Renismelthin told him. “And while some may find them to be rather disproportionate… I am sure that you’ll find them to be juuuust right.” Her allusions to the Goldilocks story didn’t go unnoticed.
“You call them your helpers…” Ben granted. “What are they here to help you with, exactly?”
“I’ve heard some stories about you, Ben. And I have to say… I am quite upset with you. Why do you treat women with such disdain? Don’t you know that for a boy like you… girls are the most wonderful thing in the world?”
“What are you talking about???”
“I mean that you are just ridiculously ticklish and there is nothing better than being tickled by a friendly female. Now… up you go!” Renismelthin lifted a hand upwards and as she did, an invisible force began to levitate Ben from the floor, spreading his legs and elevating him three feet in the air. To him, it felt like he was floating in water. Ben was about to say something when the demon spoke up again. “Rebecca, why don’t you get us started?” Ben watched as the first of these “Bares” made her way towards him. Her exaggerated curves, while far from natural, were erotic enough to arouse his interest. Rebecca raised her hands as she approached and he could see that her fingernails were at least an inch long apiece. Rebecca gave him a sly smile as she clacked her nails together like chopsticks. When she reached him, she took her place at his right side. She looked over his bare chest, tiny nipples, exposed ribs, and toned stomach.
“Mmm… I know just what to do with this.” She announced. She carefully placed all ten nails at the tops of his ribs and slowly dragged them down.
“Hehehehehahahaaa…” Renismelthin had been correct. Ben WAS ridiculously ticklish. The fingernails were deadly to him. As they trailed down his ribs, he felt his lack of control over the situation. He yanked down hard on his arms, but the cuffs around the pole rendered his attempts meaningless.
“Uh uh uh…” Renismelthin tisked at him. “Remember the house rules. The girls can touch you… but you can’t touch them.”
“I never did anything wroooohohohohohohahahahahahahahaha…” He fell into another giggle fit when the nails trailed down the sides of his abdomen.
“Is that so?” The demon was inquisitive. “Because we both know that you have treated some of the girls here pretty badly. Tell you what: Admit your faults… and I will make Rebecca stop.”
It was at this point that Rebecca pursed her huge lips and danced her nails over the tops of his thighs, often creeping them inwards to elicit a response in his groin. She was granted a response when he began to rise from between his legs.
“Tickle tickle…”
“Confess and I will make her stop.” Renismelthin promised.
“I don’t want to stop.” Rebecca told Renismelthin in a tone that sounded to the demon like a complaint, but to Ben, it sounded like a threat as she tickled near and around his swelling member. “Not before I get down to his cute toes.”
“Okay!” Ben blurted out. “Okay, I will confess. I have been kind of an ass. Okay? I have broken the rules. I have been rude to the girls. I admit it.”
Rebecca was visibly upset at how quickly he had given in.
“Oh, poop.” She turned around, pouting as she returned to the other two Bares.
“So, you can admit that you have been a real cad. More animal than man in some ways. Okay.” Renismelthin nodded. “Now we move on to the next phase of your session.” She nodded to the Bare in the middle. “Penelope, show him how you tame animals.”
It was at this point when Ben realized that this new woman had her hands behind her back. Penelope walked over to him and brought her hands out, revealing that she had a soapy horse brush in each hand. He saw the brushes and freaked out.
“Okay! Okay! What’s the second phase? I’ll do it right now. Right this second. Just tell me!!!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, hon. It’s not that simple.” Renismelthin appeared only slightly sympathetic.
“Hey, you’ve confessed your sins.” Penelope told him in a congratulatory tone. “But now that we know how dirty you are… we have to wash it all away.” She brought the brushes to his underarms. “This really is for the best.” She insisted before she began to scrub.
“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NNNAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
“Coochie coo…” Penelope’s taunts could barely be heard over his incredible laughter. Through his hysteria, Ben was able to look over at Renismelthin and see that she had manifested an over-sized, theater-style bucket of popcorn that she was eagerly munching from. This was all a show for her.
“He looks pretty dirty under those arms.” The demon said between handfuls of buttery popcorn. “Better give ‘em a few more passes.” Rebecca and the other Bare snickered at the comment.
The brushes were truly horrid. And the soap acted as a lubricant, allowing them to slide freely and painlessly in the well of the outstretched underarms, catching his ribs and biceps here and there in the process. As he babbled his hilarity, he began to feel like nothing could be worse. But then Renismelthin once again offered a suggestion.
“Hey, he’s been walking around in his shoes and socks all day up until he ended up in here. I am sure that his feet are probably dirty as well. You know… hiding a lot of crud and nonsense in there.” The demon’s instructions were delivered in such a way as one might address someone who was washing their car.
“Oh, yes. Those tootsies like pretty linty, don’t they?” Penelope disregarded Ben’s frantic objections as she walked down to his bare feet. She put one brush down to allow herself a free hand. Using that arm to bring his feet together and hold his calves in place, she then proceeded to scrub mercilessly.
Ben’s eyes nearly popped right out of his head. This was intolerable.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“The room’s aliiiive…” Renismelthin began to sing, mocking Julie Andrews. “With the sound of laaaaaughter…”
Penelope upped her game, rubbing her hand against the brush and sliding her slick fingers between his toes as she scrubbed his soles. He couldn’t bare that for very long, though. And soon, Renismelthin was motioning for her to stop. Penelope did as she was told, grabbing her brushes and moving back over to the other Bares. It was at this point that Renimelthin manifested a bath towel and walked up to the shuddering Ben, drying his underarms and feet as carefully as a parent might when drying their child after a bath.
“I hope that this doesn’t dissuade you from this establishment. Don’t judge the business off of just this one experience.” She joked. “We are not necessarily here to chase you off. Just to teach you how to be a little more thoughtful about how you treat the girls and a teensy bit more grateful for how they treat you. I mean, for a few measly dollars, you get to experience such an erotic experience. Think of how their boyfriend’s or parent must feel when they hear about guys like you.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.” He managed to gasp. The hyper-intense foot tickles had really traumatized him.
“I know you are.” Renismelthin nodded. “But it’s one thing to say that you are sorry to avoid punishment, and another to say it because you really mean it and feel it in your soul. The girls who work in places like this are just trying to make a living. Just like everyone else. But they are not selling you a burger or a couch or car insurance. They are selling you what makes them special as women: Their ability to tease. And to that end… Myra!” Renismelthin turned away from him and the third Bare, Myra, came forth. This third Bare revealed a large feather fan in each hand. Ben was actually relieved when he saw the feathers. The fingernails and brushes were brutal but they were also rough. Intense. Feathers could never have the same effect on him. Still… the look in Myra’s eyes inspired more than a little fear in him.
“How are you feeling, sweetie?” Myra asked him. Before he could have possibly responded, she swept the fans over his body. They were large enough to fly over his body from head to toe with very little effort.
“Hahahahahahaha…” It wasn’t as intense as the tickles he had already endured, but Renismelthin had said herself that this third Bare was intended to tease. He was reminded of that when Myra spoke again.
“Tickle tickle tickle…” She cooed. “Coochie coo… hey, how about a riddle: How do you make somebody laugh with Edgar Allen Poe? Well, here’s the pit…” She dusted one fan under his right arm. “And here’s the pendulum!” The other fan swung back and forth like a metronome against the soles of his feet.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“He seems to really like that story.” Renismelthin joked.
“Hahahaha!” Myra laughed at him while she teased. “Tickle tickle… coochie coochie coooooo…”
“I’m sohhhoohohohohahahahahahahahrrryyy!” He giggled his way through an honest apology.
“You know something?” Renismelthin replied. “I think that you actually mean it now.” The demon signaled for Myra to stop. When the third Bare rejoined her sisters, the demon turned her attention back to Ben.
“You must have liked Myra’s feathers to an extent.” She said as the three Bares cooed and gasped at the sight of Ben’s erection. “Ladies, we aren’t done yet.” The demon moved between Ben’s legs as the three Bares all slowly walked over to his sides, surrounding him. Each of the three Bares chose this time to live up to there name and yanked off their tops and bottoms. The three supernaturally curvy women now hovered over him, wiggling their fingers in front of his eyes and whispering “Tickle tickles” and “Coochie coos”.
But the real show was going on between his legs as Renismelthin revealed her long, delicate talons… and began to tickle his penis.
“Hahahaha hehehehe…”
“I hope that you are ready for this.” Renismelthin said. “It’s not a real trip to the topless bar if you don’t get aroused, is it? So allow me to take care of your little problem here… tickle tickle tickle. You’re about to make quite a mess here, you know. And you are going to do it in… ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five…”
It was at this point when the Bares started to dance and giggle while they repeated their tickle taunts.
“Four… three… two… one!”
Ben erupted from the verbal teases and cock tickles. The semen that flew freely landed mostly on his chest but right before he passed out from sheer ecstasy, he saw the demon lick some of his fruits from her finger with a suggestive nod…
A couple of weeks later, Jenni was having a whiskey sour at The Peekaboo Club. She looked over to see Ben walk in to the bar. The two of them locked eyes for just a moment. Then Ben just turned around…
And left.
