Kittletown
by Max Speer
CHAPTER SIX
Part Three
Jamie slipped out into the warm night. As she hurried towards her rendezvous she passed two boys on the corner.
"Hey, babe," shouted one of the boys. "Where ya goin' so fast?"
"Oh no," she thought. "I can't deal with this right now. The way those boys are looking at me, I know they have their minds set on tickling."
"Hey," said one boy, "We're talking to you. Come here."
Jamie approached the two with caution. She kept her bare arms down at her sides, not wanting to raise them and excite them any further.
"You are sure one gorgeous girl. Look at the way she's dressed. Where you from? You're not from around here."
"I'm new in town."
"What's your name," said one boy, circling around her.
Jamie tried to stay calm and not look at the boy. She kept her gaze straight ahead and passive as she had been instructed by Trina on their first day in Kittletown. "Jamie."
"Pick up your arms, Jamie," said the first boy in front of her, authoritatively.
Jamie, reluctantly lifted her two bare arms up a little, elbows bent.
"Higher," the boy demanded. This was not your polite, run-of-the-mill Kittletonian.
Jamie obeyed. She started to feel frightened. At the same time she felt as if her nerve endings were shimmering, prepared for the onslaught to come.
"Nice," was all the first boy could say, but without warning, the second boy, the one behind Jamie, reached his fingers around and tickled her smooth underarms.
"Eeeeeekkkkk!!!!!!" Jamie squealed as she threw her arms down, giggling.
The boy kept his fingers under her arms and wriggled them, causing her to shriek and twist wildly.
"Gotta live one here," said the boy as he tickled.
The first boy grabbed Jamie's ribs and started tickling savagely.
"STOP IT!!!! STOP IT!!!! AAHAHAHAHA AAAHAHAHA!!!! NO NO NO NOOOOOO!!!!!! TEE-HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE !!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" Jamie laughed hysterically. She screamed and shrieked, bucking and twisting as the two boys delighted in tickling the sexy young girl. Her ponytail whipped into their faces as they followed her every move.
Finally, Jamie fell to the cool, soft grass and the boys stopped.
"Been a pleasure ticklin' ya," first boy said, rubbing his crotch as he waved a 'good-bye' to the girl sitting on the grass, trying to catch her breath.
***
Barbara and Pam walked into FEATHERS, a night club on Main Street. The music was loud and the sounds of conversation and laughter fought to keep on top of the live band.
The band played Top 40 hits and originals, quite capably lead by a gorgeous female lead singer who writhed and slithered on the stage wearing a black bra, black mini-skirt and fish nets. One word was painted on each bra cup: TICKLE on one and ME on the other. Her black high heel pumps smashed against the stage floor as she accented her musical phrases. Her waist-length, jet-black hair whipped to and fro as the men in the audience grappled for her. The seductress cleverly teased them as she lifted her arm to sing, dancing and slithering ever closer to their wriggling fingers, but darted and creeped out of reach before they could touch her.
"Madonna of TickleWorld," Pam said sarcastically, then "Eek!" as a waitress carrying drinks poked her ribs as she passed. "Even the waitresses tickle in this town?" Pam exclaimed.
"Let's get a couple seats at the bar," Barbara said as she moved swiftly through the crowd, tugging at her sister's wrist.
Pam watched the couples on the dance floor. At first glance it appeared to be like any other disco or night club. But on second glance Pam noticed that the women tended to dance with their arms up in the air as their mates would periodically tickle their armpits or seductively slide their fingers down their arms. Occasionally, she saw a man tickle his partner's ribs as she twisted. And on one occasion, Pam witnessed a devilish belly tickling as the woman's partner threw her backward into a stylized 'dip'. The crowd all seemed to enjoy that and a woman, dancing nearby, quickly tickled the poor girl's underarm causing the dancer to end up on the floor in a burst of hysterical giggles.
"That's right!" sung the sexy singer from the stage, "Tickle that hot, sexy mama!" The music wailed as the singer continued with a quiet whispering of "tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle" as she wiggled her own fingers in the air driving the grappling audience crazy.
The music and dancing was building to a red hot fury and Pam was shivering with excitement.
"This place is awesome!" Pam said.
"Fabulous!" was Barbara's affirmation.
The two had sidled up to the bar and sat on stools turned away from the bar and out to the crowd. They watched as spectators although everyone else in Feathers was a spectator as well.
"What'll ya have girls," called out the sexy bartendress dresses Kittletown fashion in a tight, black tank dress.
"I haven't been called a'girl' in years," giggled Barbara to her sister. "Two strawberry daiquiris," Barbara shouted over her shoulder.
The crowd danced furiously, and as the two women stared long into the room, they were able to pick out instances of tickling by the patrons sitting at the tables, leaning against the walls, or dancing.
Pam pointed to a waitress dropping her tray. Apparently, as she walked by with tray raised high above her head a man had tickled her underarm as she held the tray up. She giggled and threw her arm down, obviously very ticklish. "Max! Stop it!" was the shout from the giggling waitress.
"Here you go ladies," the sexy bartendress said putting the red drinks down on the bar. Instead of a paper umbrella, a paper feather stuck out of the glasses.
Barbara went into her tiny purse that hung from a long, thin string over her bare shoulder.
"No need," said the bartendress pointing to the end of the bar. "Paid for by those two gentlemen."
The two sisters looked down to where she pointed and saw two young men in their early twenties wave to them. Barbara and Pam waved back hesitantly.
***
Jamie met Amy in front of the diner. Amy was also dressed in black: a black, ribbed undershirt, black sweat pants, and black hairband. The two looked like they were directly out of a bad spy movie.
"Agent 008 reporting," Jamie said saluting.
Amy chuckled and told her that she looked perfect. The two went off to Main Street towards the Michael's Building.
The building looked ominous against the darkness of the sky. The moon was full and cast an eerie shine on the massive windows.
They looked up and saw several lights on in various offices.
Jamie wondered if that particular office was her dad's.
***
"Surprise!!!" came the yell when Jim opened the door to his office. The room was filled with his new office buddies and secretaries. All about the reception area balloons hung along with streamers and a huge banner across the far wall read: WELCOME TO THE FAMILY, JIM.
Jim blushed with embarrassment as Mark, wearing a party hat carried a bottle of Coors over to him and shoved it into his hand.
"Drink up," he said, excitedly, "We have a bigger surprise to come. All the room started cheering in agreement and Jim was lead in by a short, blonde mailroom girl dressed in a bikini. He couldn't help but notice her smooth, firm body as she smiled up at him. Jim was overcome with emotion from this surprise party.
"So this is the special meeting you were telling me about?" He shouted to Mark.
"Yes, Yes, Jimmy, ol boy, drink up," Mark said drinking from his own bottle. Obviously they had been partying a bit before Jim arrived. "You need to be relaxed when we show you the surprise." Mark grabbed Debbie, another secretary dressed in a bathing suit, around the waist and dug his fingers into her sensitive ribs.
"Aaaaiiiii!!!!! Mark !!!!!" Debbie squealed recoiling from his tickling, smiles bursting on her face.
A few office workers lead Jim to a chair and spun it around several times, spilling a bit of his beer on his pants. He felt the warm hands of Debbie over his eyes and heard laughter in the room.
When the hands were removed he saw that the lights had been turned off and a figure was standing in the middle of the floor about 6 feet in front of him.
Suddenly, a few flashlights were cast upon the figure. It was Grace, dressed in a trenchcoat. From behind her a structure was being wheeled in. Another light was suddenly turned on the structure. It was a Tickling Machine! His office workers obviously had a touch of the dramatic.
Grace stared into Jim's eyes and he felt his heart begin to pound wildly. Debbie was also staring at his face and giggled at his obvious excitement. Then, Grace removed the trenchcoat in one motion and let it drop to the ground. There, in front of him, stood Grace in a very skimpy bikini. Even the women in the room gasped at the exquisite body of Grace.
Grace stood there, demurely, eyes on Jim with a mischievous smile ever so slightly at the corners of her mouth. Her body was perfect and gloriously smooth. Jim admired how her skin looked like that of a girl in her teens yet with the wonderful maturity of an adult. She was tight but not muscular; soft, but without the slightest fat.
Just as Jim was getting lost in his staring, Mark walked to Grace and quietly guided her down into the seat. He spilled a bit of beer on her shoulder, but in a dramatic gesture, licked the beer off. The crowd went wild and Mark padded the shoulder dry with his tie.
A few others lifted her bare arms out to the sides and strapped them carefully on the 'T' shaped arm restraint. Grace's arms were now secured out to the sides and Jim was amazed at the smoothness of her underarms. Next, Grace's legs were raised and placed on two planks that extended in front of her. There, her feet were secured into specially designed cuffs and her waist was also secured to the structure.
Jim had never actually seen the machine in use and he was beside himself with excitement. He noticed how blocks of probes were lifted and fell in place with a click just under each arm and on each foot. Next he saw how probes clicked in place by her ribcage and up at her sides. All the time, Grace just stared at Jim and smiled. She was preparing herself for the experience, but at the same time, she knew that seeing her in the Tickling Machine would be a sexual rush that Jim had never experienced before.
To Jim's surprise, his zipper was being opened by Debbie.
"What's this?" Jim began to protest.
"Relax," said Mark. "It's your addition to the machine. Something I had been working on for a year, but with your latest innovations we were able to complete it. We felt it only fitting that you be the first to try it out."
When Debbie had removed Jim's organ from his pants, a device was placed over it. "Don't worry, " she said softly in his ear, "We won't electrocute you." Then she giggled.
Grace was now firmly in place; all the probes were ready. The new device was also firmly in place on Jim and he had to admit that it felt good.
Another flashlight shined into the room and cast on another beautiful office worker wearing a bikini. She was carrying a pillow. As she moved across the room towards Jim he felt a new wave of excitement. The device seemed to accommodate his growing excitement quite well and he was pleased.
Then the pillow was lowered. Jim first saw the beautiful cleavage of this girl, but then he looked down at the pillow. On it was a remote control.
Carefully, he picked the remote off of the pillow and examined the controls. They were fairly easy to understand. Hands shaking with excitement, Jim pointed the remote and pushed a button.
by Max Speer
CHAPTER SIX
Part Three
Jamie slipped out into the warm night. As she hurried towards her rendezvous she passed two boys on the corner.
"Hey, babe," shouted one of the boys. "Where ya goin' so fast?"
"Oh no," she thought. "I can't deal with this right now. The way those boys are looking at me, I know they have their minds set on tickling."
"Hey," said one boy, "We're talking to you. Come here."
Jamie approached the two with caution. She kept her bare arms down at her sides, not wanting to raise them and excite them any further.
"You are sure one gorgeous girl. Look at the way she's dressed. Where you from? You're not from around here."
"I'm new in town."
"What's your name," said one boy, circling around her.
Jamie tried to stay calm and not look at the boy. She kept her gaze straight ahead and passive as she had been instructed by Trina on their first day in Kittletown. "Jamie."
"Pick up your arms, Jamie," said the first boy in front of her, authoritatively.
Jamie, reluctantly lifted her two bare arms up a little, elbows bent.
"Higher," the boy demanded. This was not your polite, run-of-the-mill Kittletonian.
Jamie obeyed. She started to feel frightened. At the same time she felt as if her nerve endings were shimmering, prepared for the onslaught to come.
"Nice," was all the first boy could say, but without warning, the second boy, the one behind Jamie, reached his fingers around and tickled her smooth underarms.
"Eeeeeekkkkk!!!!!!" Jamie squealed as she threw her arms down, giggling.
The boy kept his fingers under her arms and wriggled them, causing her to shriek and twist wildly.
"Gotta live one here," said the boy as he tickled.
The first boy grabbed Jamie's ribs and started tickling savagely.
"STOP IT!!!! STOP IT!!!! AAHAHAHAHA AAAHAHAHA!!!! NO NO NO NOOOOOO!!!!!! TEE-HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE !!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" Jamie laughed hysterically. She screamed and shrieked, bucking and twisting as the two boys delighted in tickling the sexy young girl. Her ponytail whipped into their faces as they followed her every move.
Finally, Jamie fell to the cool, soft grass and the boys stopped.
"Been a pleasure ticklin' ya," first boy said, rubbing his crotch as he waved a 'good-bye' to the girl sitting on the grass, trying to catch her breath.
***
Barbara and Pam walked into FEATHERS, a night club on Main Street. The music was loud and the sounds of conversation and laughter fought to keep on top of the live band.
The band played Top 40 hits and originals, quite capably lead by a gorgeous female lead singer who writhed and slithered on the stage wearing a black bra, black mini-skirt and fish nets. One word was painted on each bra cup: TICKLE on one and ME on the other. Her black high heel pumps smashed against the stage floor as she accented her musical phrases. Her waist-length, jet-black hair whipped to and fro as the men in the audience grappled for her. The seductress cleverly teased them as she lifted her arm to sing, dancing and slithering ever closer to their wriggling fingers, but darted and creeped out of reach before they could touch her.
"Madonna of TickleWorld," Pam said sarcastically, then "Eek!" as a waitress carrying drinks poked her ribs as she passed. "Even the waitresses tickle in this town?" Pam exclaimed.
"Let's get a couple seats at the bar," Barbara said as she moved swiftly through the crowd, tugging at her sister's wrist.
Pam watched the couples on the dance floor. At first glance it appeared to be like any other disco or night club. But on second glance Pam noticed that the women tended to dance with their arms up in the air as their mates would periodically tickle their armpits or seductively slide their fingers down their arms. Occasionally, she saw a man tickle his partner's ribs as she twisted. And on one occasion, Pam witnessed a devilish belly tickling as the woman's partner threw her backward into a stylized 'dip'. The crowd all seemed to enjoy that and a woman, dancing nearby, quickly tickled the poor girl's underarm causing the dancer to end up on the floor in a burst of hysterical giggles.
"That's right!" sung the sexy singer from the stage, "Tickle that hot, sexy mama!" The music wailed as the singer continued with a quiet whispering of "tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle" as she wiggled her own fingers in the air driving the grappling audience crazy.
The music and dancing was building to a red hot fury and Pam was shivering with excitement.
"This place is awesome!" Pam said.
"Fabulous!" was Barbara's affirmation.
The two had sidled up to the bar and sat on stools turned away from the bar and out to the crowd. They watched as spectators although everyone else in Feathers was a spectator as well.
"What'll ya have girls," called out the sexy bartendress dresses Kittletown fashion in a tight, black tank dress.
"I haven't been called a'girl' in years," giggled Barbara to her sister. "Two strawberry daiquiris," Barbara shouted over her shoulder.
The crowd danced furiously, and as the two women stared long into the room, they were able to pick out instances of tickling by the patrons sitting at the tables, leaning against the walls, or dancing.
Pam pointed to a waitress dropping her tray. Apparently, as she walked by with tray raised high above her head a man had tickled her underarm as she held the tray up. She giggled and threw her arm down, obviously very ticklish. "Max! Stop it!" was the shout from the giggling waitress.
"Here you go ladies," the sexy bartendress said putting the red drinks down on the bar. Instead of a paper umbrella, a paper feather stuck out of the glasses.
Barbara went into her tiny purse that hung from a long, thin string over her bare shoulder.
"No need," said the bartendress pointing to the end of the bar. "Paid for by those two gentlemen."
The two sisters looked down to where she pointed and saw two young men in their early twenties wave to them. Barbara and Pam waved back hesitantly.
***
Jamie met Amy in front of the diner. Amy was also dressed in black: a black, ribbed undershirt, black sweat pants, and black hairband. The two looked like they were directly out of a bad spy movie.
"Agent 008 reporting," Jamie said saluting.
Amy chuckled and told her that she looked perfect. The two went off to Main Street towards the Michael's Building.
The building looked ominous against the darkness of the sky. The moon was full and cast an eerie shine on the massive windows.
They looked up and saw several lights on in various offices.
Jamie wondered if that particular office was her dad's.
***
"Surprise!!!" came the yell when Jim opened the door to his office. The room was filled with his new office buddies and secretaries. All about the reception area balloons hung along with streamers and a huge banner across the far wall read: WELCOME TO THE FAMILY, JIM.
Jim blushed with embarrassment as Mark, wearing a party hat carried a bottle of Coors over to him and shoved it into his hand.
"Drink up," he said, excitedly, "We have a bigger surprise to come. All the room started cheering in agreement and Jim was lead in by a short, blonde mailroom girl dressed in a bikini. He couldn't help but notice her smooth, firm body as she smiled up at him. Jim was overcome with emotion from this surprise party.
"So this is the special meeting you were telling me about?" He shouted to Mark.
"Yes, Yes, Jimmy, ol boy, drink up," Mark said drinking from his own bottle. Obviously they had been partying a bit before Jim arrived. "You need to be relaxed when we show you the surprise." Mark grabbed Debbie, another secretary dressed in a bathing suit, around the waist and dug his fingers into her sensitive ribs.
"Aaaaiiiii!!!!! Mark !!!!!" Debbie squealed recoiling from his tickling, smiles bursting on her face.
A few office workers lead Jim to a chair and spun it around several times, spilling a bit of his beer on his pants. He felt the warm hands of Debbie over his eyes and heard laughter in the room.
When the hands were removed he saw that the lights had been turned off and a figure was standing in the middle of the floor about 6 feet in front of him.
Suddenly, a few flashlights were cast upon the figure. It was Grace, dressed in a trenchcoat. From behind her a structure was being wheeled in. Another light was suddenly turned on the structure. It was a Tickling Machine! His office workers obviously had a touch of the dramatic.
Grace stared into Jim's eyes and he felt his heart begin to pound wildly. Debbie was also staring at his face and giggled at his obvious excitement. Then, Grace removed the trenchcoat in one motion and let it drop to the ground. There, in front of him, stood Grace in a very skimpy bikini. Even the women in the room gasped at the exquisite body of Grace.
Grace stood there, demurely, eyes on Jim with a mischievous smile ever so slightly at the corners of her mouth. Her body was perfect and gloriously smooth. Jim admired how her skin looked like that of a girl in her teens yet with the wonderful maturity of an adult. She was tight but not muscular; soft, but without the slightest fat.
Just as Jim was getting lost in his staring, Mark walked to Grace and quietly guided her down into the seat. He spilled a bit of beer on her shoulder, but in a dramatic gesture, licked the beer off. The crowd went wild and Mark padded the shoulder dry with his tie.
A few others lifted her bare arms out to the sides and strapped them carefully on the 'T' shaped arm restraint. Grace's arms were now secured out to the sides and Jim was amazed at the smoothness of her underarms. Next, Grace's legs were raised and placed on two planks that extended in front of her. There, her feet were secured into specially designed cuffs and her waist was also secured to the structure.
Jim had never actually seen the machine in use and he was beside himself with excitement. He noticed how blocks of probes were lifted and fell in place with a click just under each arm and on each foot. Next he saw how probes clicked in place by her ribcage and up at her sides. All the time, Grace just stared at Jim and smiled. She was preparing herself for the experience, but at the same time, she knew that seeing her in the Tickling Machine would be a sexual rush that Jim had never experienced before.
To Jim's surprise, his zipper was being opened by Debbie.
"What's this?" Jim began to protest.
"Relax," said Mark. "It's your addition to the machine. Something I had been working on for a year, but with your latest innovations we were able to complete it. We felt it only fitting that you be the first to try it out."
When Debbie had removed Jim's organ from his pants, a device was placed over it. "Don't worry, " she said softly in his ear, "We won't electrocute you." Then she giggled.
Grace was now firmly in place; all the probes were ready. The new device was also firmly in place on Jim and he had to admit that it felt good.
Another flashlight shined into the room and cast on another beautiful office worker wearing a bikini. She was carrying a pillow. As she moved across the room towards Jim he felt a new wave of excitement. The device seemed to accommodate his growing excitement quite well and he was pleased.
Then the pillow was lowered. Jim first saw the beautiful cleavage of this girl, but then he looked down at the pillow. On it was a remote control.
Carefully, he picked the remote off of the pillow and examined the controls. They were fairly easy to understand. Hands shaking with excitement, Jim pointed the remote and pushed a button.
