KITTLETOWN THREE
by Max Speer
CHAPTER TWELVE (part 1)
New Arrivals
Lori Lansing arrived at her temporary apartment. Her husband, Ed, had already sent her the keys. He was expecting her some time around October when he would be taking a break from traveling, which he did often as a sales rep.
Their house was in California and Ed traveled quite a bit to Kittletown for business. Lori didn't know anything about the place. Ed had planned to brief her when he had a chance, or when he could come up with the nerve to do it. He couldn't really figure out which. All he knew was that he didn't expect her. She figured that she would surprise him.
When Lori told the cab driver at the airport to take her to Kittletown, he didn't know what she was talking about. She decided to have him drop her off at an Avis, where she rented a car and called her AAA motor club. They knew it by another name when she described the area.
It doesn't matter what it's called. Just get me there!
Lori opened the door to her apartment and was impressed by its size and beauty. She walked right to the kitchen, dropping her suitcase on a photo of Sandra which she didn't notice as she looked up at the ceiling fans.
The airconditioned airport chilled her and she had worn her long-sleeved tee, but in the heat of the apartment she decided to shower and change.
Lori walked back to the table and slid her heavy suitcase off, carrying the photo of Sandra along with it. It stuck to the side like glue: Sandra's flaming red hair accentuated as it flowed over her sleeveless, blue "giggle outfit". Her white arms were lifted outward as the probes of the Tickling Machine reduced this mature beauty to a giggling school girl. Ed paid a lot of that photo.
Lori hadn't noticed it as it hitched a ride on her suitcase. When she got into the bedroom she lifted the heavy case up with a puff of wind from her mouth. Sandra rose up and came unstuck, sliding under the bed.
Ed's wife was a petite doll, standing barely 5'1" and weighing a mere 100 pounds. Anyone might have mistaken her for a youngster had it not been for her adult shape and generous breasts. Her hair was blonde and cut short, adding to her youthful appearance.
She removed her clothes and stepped into the shower. She shampooed her hair using Ed's shampoo, a strange product she'd never seen before: Michael's Tickle Brand Shampoo For Men, sporting a photo of a man grabbing a woman's ribs.
That's the strangest label I'd ever seen.
After shampooing, she grabbed Ed's razor and, lathering up, shaved her underarms and legs.
When Lori dried off she blow-dried her hair and, opening her suitcase, pulled out a tank dress.
The air smelled sweet as Lori walked down the Main Street. Everyone seemed so friendly, especially the men. They all smiled and nodded. Lori nodded back, smiling her sweet smile.
She stopped by a fruit stand and surveyed the produce. There were some young kids talking nearby.
At one point, as she was squeezing the apples, she reached up to feel the higher ones stacked in the back.
Suddenly, she felt a sensation that shocked her; a feeling that something was touching her underarm. She gasped and whipped around, only to see some of the boys nearby, laughing.
That's very strange; those boys.
Cautiously, she reached up again with both hands this time.
Again, the shock, only this time she was certain that fingers were tickling her underarms. She let out a laugh and whipped around. The boys were laughing.
"Did you boys touch me?" she asked in her high, girlish voice.
"No Ma'am," they said with mock politeness, then broke into laughter again.
Lori would have none of this and walked away.
The nerve of those boys, tickling me like that.
She brushed the hair from her face. As she raised her arm, a young man stepped in her way, reaching up towards her, but the man's wife laughed and pulled him away. Lori let out a gasp, surprised and shocked by the young man's actions.
What the hell is going on here?
Lori stopped by a lovely park in the center of Main and First. The sight of this park with the white gazebo in the center, surrounded by wooden benches made her forget the strange events.
She stepped up and read a plaque:
This sight dedicated to the belief that men and women are equal.
Men and women have the same choices.
That crime is a disease that works against the Way.
That our Way is the only Way.
- Michaels Project 1961
"Words to live by," came the voice of a stranger.
Lori swung around quickly and looked up into the piercing blue eyes of a very handsome man in his early thirties.
"Yes," she said self-consciously, looking down. "But I must confess that I don't know what it all means. What's the Way?"
"You're not from around here, are you?"
Lori smiled and shook her head.
"I can tell. Please, come over and sit on this bench and I'll explain it to you."
Lori's first reaction was to turn the nice man down, but after a moment to consider, she acquiesced. After all, it was broad daylight and hundreds of people were walking by. What could this man do to her?
* * *
"Are you kids gonna stay here all day?"
The waitress looked down at Jamie, Amy and their two new friends, chewing gum and staring like a grade school teacher.
"Ah, you just leave us alone, Maryanne." Sam said. "Can't ya see that Ted and I are in love?"
The four giggled as they got up, leaving dollar bills and lots of change all over the table. Maryanne would be counting pennies for a long time before she sorted out money for the food and her tip. That's what she gets!
Jamie and Amy walked ahead as Sam and Ted intentionally let them lead. They nudged each other and rolled their eyes as they saw the two girls walk; asses wiggling and waists swaying in their bare midriff tops.
Sam pretended that he was fainting on Ted and Ted laughed as he threw his friend off of him.
Ted walked up behind Jamie and poked his fingers on each of her sides. Jamie squealed and screamed for a second, then grabbed her friend Amy for protection.
"You girls sure are ticklish," Ted said.
"That's what we were made for ... ticklin', Amy said, throwing her head back. Jamie giggled and grabbed Amy's ribs which made her scream.
The boys couldn't get over these girls. They were fabulous!
Out in the parking lot, Jamie and Amy leaned against their car seductively. The boys were horny as hell and wanted them. They knew that they had to act fast.
"You girls want to come back to our place and party. We got some booze and some good music."
"Aw, we better get back," Jamie said.
"Come on, Jamie," Ted said as her approached her. He raised his fingers in the air and wiggled them. "I'll tickle you if you don't come."
"If you tickle her, she'll come," Amy said bursting into giggles. Jamie paused for a second until she got the joke and laughed.
"What's that mean?" Ted said looking over at Sam, "'If I tickle her she'll come'."
"You know," Amy said. "Like the movie, Field Of Dreams. If you tickle her, she'll come."
The boys laughed and Ted turned red. He had thought otherwise of that statement.
"Oh, you thought that I meant that if you tickle her, it'll make her come?" Amy laughed. She had those boys right where she wanted them. Then she stopped laughing and with a look of seriousness, she said, "That's exactly what I meant. If you tickle her, it'll make her come. Believe me, I know. I've done it."
The boys' mouths dropped. They were speechless. They looked over at Jamie who dropped her head and looked up with just her eyes as if she were an embarrassed little girl. She put her index finger in her mouth and suckled.
"How about you, Ted?" Amy said walking towards him. Ted backed up a bit, unsure whether these girls were weirdos or not. "If I tickle you, will you come?" She clawed her fingers and grabbed his ribs. He recoiled, affected but not wanting to show it.
Amy turned to Jamie, giggling. "See that Jamie? Their just a couple of boys, not men."
Suddenly, they heard a shout, "Ted! Sam! Hey, what's up?!"
Ted looked up and saw his two friends, Steve and Rick. He waved them over and Amy looked at Jamie as if to say, "uh-oh".
Ted grabbed Amy's wrist and began to pull her towards his friends. "C'mon, Amy. Let's see what you're really made of."
Sam grabbed Jamie and she screamed. He pulled her close behind.
Soon, they were in a car with four boys and headed out of town.
by Max Speer
CHAPTER TWELVE (part 1)
New Arrivals
Lori Lansing arrived at her temporary apartment. Her husband, Ed, had already sent her the keys. He was expecting her some time around October when he would be taking a break from traveling, which he did often as a sales rep.
Their house was in California and Ed traveled quite a bit to Kittletown for business. Lori didn't know anything about the place. Ed had planned to brief her when he had a chance, or when he could come up with the nerve to do it. He couldn't really figure out which. All he knew was that he didn't expect her. She figured that she would surprise him.
When Lori told the cab driver at the airport to take her to Kittletown, he didn't know what she was talking about. She decided to have him drop her off at an Avis, where she rented a car and called her AAA motor club. They knew it by another name when she described the area.
It doesn't matter what it's called. Just get me there!
Lori opened the door to her apartment and was impressed by its size and beauty. She walked right to the kitchen, dropping her suitcase on a photo of Sandra which she didn't notice as she looked up at the ceiling fans.
The airconditioned airport chilled her and she had worn her long-sleeved tee, but in the heat of the apartment she decided to shower and change.
Lori walked back to the table and slid her heavy suitcase off, carrying the photo of Sandra along with it. It stuck to the side like glue: Sandra's flaming red hair accentuated as it flowed over her sleeveless, blue "giggle outfit". Her white arms were lifted outward as the probes of the Tickling Machine reduced this mature beauty to a giggling school girl. Ed paid a lot of that photo.
Lori hadn't noticed it as it hitched a ride on her suitcase. When she got into the bedroom she lifted the heavy case up with a puff of wind from her mouth. Sandra rose up and came unstuck, sliding under the bed.
Ed's wife was a petite doll, standing barely 5'1" and weighing a mere 100 pounds. Anyone might have mistaken her for a youngster had it not been for her adult shape and generous breasts. Her hair was blonde and cut short, adding to her youthful appearance.
She removed her clothes and stepped into the shower. She shampooed her hair using Ed's shampoo, a strange product she'd never seen before: Michael's Tickle Brand Shampoo For Men, sporting a photo of a man grabbing a woman's ribs.
That's the strangest label I'd ever seen.
After shampooing, she grabbed Ed's razor and, lathering up, shaved her underarms and legs.
When Lori dried off she blow-dried her hair and, opening her suitcase, pulled out a tank dress.
The air smelled sweet as Lori walked down the Main Street. Everyone seemed so friendly, especially the men. They all smiled and nodded. Lori nodded back, smiling her sweet smile.
She stopped by a fruit stand and surveyed the produce. There were some young kids talking nearby.
At one point, as she was squeezing the apples, she reached up to feel the higher ones stacked in the back.
Suddenly, she felt a sensation that shocked her; a feeling that something was touching her underarm. She gasped and whipped around, only to see some of the boys nearby, laughing.
That's very strange; those boys.
Cautiously, she reached up again with both hands this time.
Again, the shock, only this time she was certain that fingers were tickling her underarms. She let out a laugh and whipped around. The boys were laughing.
"Did you boys touch me?" she asked in her high, girlish voice.
"No Ma'am," they said with mock politeness, then broke into laughter again.
Lori would have none of this and walked away.
The nerve of those boys, tickling me like that.
She brushed the hair from her face. As she raised her arm, a young man stepped in her way, reaching up towards her, but the man's wife laughed and pulled him away. Lori let out a gasp, surprised and shocked by the young man's actions.
What the hell is going on here?
Lori stopped by a lovely park in the center of Main and First. The sight of this park with the white gazebo in the center, surrounded by wooden benches made her forget the strange events.
She stepped up and read a plaque:
This sight dedicated to the belief that men and women are equal.
Men and women have the same choices.
That crime is a disease that works against the Way.
That our Way is the only Way.
- Michaels Project 1961
"Words to live by," came the voice of a stranger.
Lori swung around quickly and looked up into the piercing blue eyes of a very handsome man in his early thirties.
"Yes," she said self-consciously, looking down. "But I must confess that I don't know what it all means. What's the Way?"
"You're not from around here, are you?"
Lori smiled and shook her head.
"I can tell. Please, come over and sit on this bench and I'll explain it to you."
Lori's first reaction was to turn the nice man down, but after a moment to consider, she acquiesced. After all, it was broad daylight and hundreds of people were walking by. What could this man do to her?
* * *
"Are you kids gonna stay here all day?"
The waitress looked down at Jamie, Amy and their two new friends, chewing gum and staring like a grade school teacher.
"Ah, you just leave us alone, Maryanne." Sam said. "Can't ya see that Ted and I are in love?"
The four giggled as they got up, leaving dollar bills and lots of change all over the table. Maryanne would be counting pennies for a long time before she sorted out money for the food and her tip. That's what she gets!
Jamie and Amy walked ahead as Sam and Ted intentionally let them lead. They nudged each other and rolled their eyes as they saw the two girls walk; asses wiggling and waists swaying in their bare midriff tops.
Sam pretended that he was fainting on Ted and Ted laughed as he threw his friend off of him.
Ted walked up behind Jamie and poked his fingers on each of her sides. Jamie squealed and screamed for a second, then grabbed her friend Amy for protection.
"You girls sure are ticklish," Ted said.
"That's what we were made for ... ticklin', Amy said, throwing her head back. Jamie giggled and grabbed Amy's ribs which made her scream.
The boys couldn't get over these girls. They were fabulous!
Out in the parking lot, Jamie and Amy leaned against their car seductively. The boys were horny as hell and wanted them. They knew that they had to act fast.
"You girls want to come back to our place and party. We got some booze and some good music."
"Aw, we better get back," Jamie said.
"Come on, Jamie," Ted said as her approached her. He raised his fingers in the air and wiggled them. "I'll tickle you if you don't come."
"If you tickle her, she'll come," Amy said bursting into giggles. Jamie paused for a second until she got the joke and laughed.
"What's that mean?" Ted said looking over at Sam, "'If I tickle her she'll come'."
"You know," Amy said. "Like the movie, Field Of Dreams. If you tickle her, she'll come."
The boys laughed and Ted turned red. He had thought otherwise of that statement.
"Oh, you thought that I meant that if you tickle her, it'll make her come?" Amy laughed. She had those boys right where she wanted them. Then she stopped laughing and with a look of seriousness, she said, "That's exactly what I meant. If you tickle her, it'll make her come. Believe me, I know. I've done it."
The boys' mouths dropped. They were speechless. They looked over at Jamie who dropped her head and looked up with just her eyes as if she were an embarrassed little girl. She put her index finger in her mouth and suckled.
"How about you, Ted?" Amy said walking towards him. Ted backed up a bit, unsure whether these girls were weirdos or not. "If I tickle you, will you come?" She clawed her fingers and grabbed his ribs. He recoiled, affected but not wanting to show it.
Amy turned to Jamie, giggling. "See that Jamie? Their just a couple of boys, not men."
Suddenly, they heard a shout, "Ted! Sam! Hey, what's up?!"
Ted looked up and saw his two friends, Steve and Rick. He waved them over and Amy looked at Jamie as if to say, "uh-oh".
Ted grabbed Amy's wrist and began to pull her towards his friends. "C'mon, Amy. Let's see what you're really made of."
Sam grabbed Jamie and she screamed. He pulled her close behind.
Soon, they were in a car with four boys and headed out of town.
