A while back, I wrote a fiction story that featured KTLA reporter/anchor Samantha Cortese, who is one of my favourite media personalities. It was a PG type story that was inspired by the Renfaire videos that have been kicking around.
Here is the link for those who haven't read it yet.
I've gotten some good feedback on this, and it was a pleasant surprise. I've also been asked to write a sequel. I hadn't planned on that, but I had an idea kicking around.
The ticklers in the original story were fictional, but the "instigator" is a real person: Kara Marken, a staff producer at KTLA 5.
The stories I've written (re: Samantha Cortese, Cassidy Hutchison, Sarah Matthews) focused on feet and especially underarms in an arms-above-head mode, since the latter is my preference. I decided to switch things with this story. I like set up, so I'll signify the tickling part with a set of asterisks. *****
The Friday morning and afternoon broadcasts were over, and producer Kara Marken had a very satisfied look on her face. The work she did in the background was universally praised by her colleagues, and her few moments on camera were always welcome. She was looking forward to the weekend, and she had already planned a self-care massage session at a spa to start it. The spa was new to her, but it was recommended by her colleague Samantha Cortese.
"What a great person Samantha is. I really owe her for finding this spa. I'll have to find her to thank her before she goes home. As she went to the green room, she found Samantha partaking in some donuts there. Samantha was focusing on these donuts and did not realize Kara had entered the room. With a mischievous smile, Kara snuck up behind Samantha and gave her a quick tickling on her ribs and hips. Samantha squealed and squirmed away from Kara's tickling fingers while managing to hold on to her donut.
"Aaahhhhahahaha! Kara! Don't tickle me!"
"Sorry, Sam. I couldn't resist."
"You're such a brat! You know I'm ticklish, and I haven't forgotten what you did to me in Irwindale!"
"Oh, Sam, you were such a good sport, and it was a very popular segment. It's got the most hits in our social media."
"No suprise."
"Anyways, I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to thank you for the spa appointment and gift card. I'm going there now. You said it was a different massage therapy?"
"Yes. It's from Indonesia, and it's called Gelitik therapy. There are some spas that do it in Spain, Poland, and Russia. I think you'll like it. Let me know what you think."
"I'll definitely let you know. Ok, I'll have to leave; I don't want to be late." As she passed Sam, she gave her one more quick tickle. As Sam giggled and moved away, Kara had a last thing to say. "Heehee, Samantha. You are so much fun to tickle! I'm sorry, though! I'll make it up to you! Bye!" Kara quickly left the green room to go to her car before Sam could tickle her back.
As she watch Kara go, Samantha said quietly with a smile "I hope you enjoyed tickling me in Irwindale. I also hope you enjoy your massage. You'll make it up to me there, and you'll know how it feels like." She finished her donut with her usual good-natured flair as she prepared to enjoy her weekend.
A short while later, Kara found herself in the massage room. She had taken off her glasses and stripped off all her clothing except for her panties and lay face down on the massage table, the sheet draped over her bottom and legs. As the New Age music played in the room, he sighed as she looked forward to this massage. What a sweetie Samantha is, and she was such a good sport about that whole tickling her thing. The door opened, and a gentle female voice made its presence known.
"Hello Kara, my name is Celeste, and I'll be your massage therapist today. Have you ever experienced a Gelitik massage therapy?"
"No, but I'm open to anything."
"Ok, just relax and enjoy the treatment. Warmth is a big thing about this. The massage oil will be warmed up, and I have these wraps for your wrists and ankles. Do I have your consent for these wraps?"
"Celeste, you have my consent for absolutely everything. Isn't that part of the thing I signed?"
"Yes, you did. Ok, lets get started."
As Kara sighed, Celeste gently wrapped soft cloths around her wrists and ankles. She heard the Velcro secure the gentle material; what she did not know was that attached to these warm wraps were fasteners that were ready to connect to a slots in the table.
"Kara, if you can feel that piece of the table near your arms, that is where you will rest them. Now I'm going to apply the oil which is heated. Are you comfy?"
Kara nodded, and she felt Celeste's gentle touch on her. She sighed as she felt the oil rubbed down on her aching shoulders, down her back, and on her arms. Celeste knew her strokes were effective, and her fingertips reached the tattoos on Kara's right arm.
"Oh, these tattoos are nice." Celeste started to trace the intricate lines of Kara's ink in a gentle way.
"Yes, I'm really happy with it. Hey! Careful. That tickles!"
"Oh, are you ticklish, Kara?"
"Yes, just be careful!"
"Ok. Now, as I finish warming up your muscles, let me add to the ambiance."
Celeste went to the iPad and added some Eastern gong sounds to add to the audio ambiance. As she returned to the massage bed and a completely relaxed Kara, Celeste quietly take the fasteners on the wrist wraps and click them into metal binders attached to the massage bed. She then did the same to the wraps around her ankles. Kara was not going anywhere now.
Here is the link for those who haven't read it yet.
I've gotten some good feedback on this, and it was a pleasant surprise. I've also been asked to write a sequel. I hadn't planned on that, but I had an idea kicking around.
The ticklers in the original story were fictional, but the "instigator" is a real person: Kara Marken, a staff producer at KTLA 5.
The stories I've written (re: Samantha Cortese, Cassidy Hutchison, Sarah Matthews) focused on feet and especially underarms in an arms-above-head mode, since the latter is my preference. I decided to switch things with this story. I like set up, so I'll signify the tickling part with a set of asterisks. *****
The Friday morning and afternoon broadcasts were over, and producer Kara Marken had a very satisfied look on her face. The work she did in the background was universally praised by her colleagues, and her few moments on camera were always welcome. She was looking forward to the weekend, and she had already planned a self-care massage session at a spa to start it. The spa was new to her, but it was recommended by her colleague Samantha Cortese.
"What a great person Samantha is. I really owe her for finding this spa. I'll have to find her to thank her before she goes home. As she went to the green room, she found Samantha partaking in some donuts there. Samantha was focusing on these donuts and did not realize Kara had entered the room. With a mischievous smile, Kara snuck up behind Samantha and gave her a quick tickling on her ribs and hips. Samantha squealed and squirmed away from Kara's tickling fingers while managing to hold on to her donut.
"Aaahhhhahahaha! Kara! Don't tickle me!"
"Sorry, Sam. I couldn't resist."
"You're such a brat! You know I'm ticklish, and I haven't forgotten what you did to me in Irwindale!"
"Oh, Sam, you were such a good sport, and it was a very popular segment. It's got the most hits in our social media."
"No suprise."
"Anyways, I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to thank you for the spa appointment and gift card. I'm going there now. You said it was a different massage therapy?"
"Yes. It's from Indonesia, and it's called Gelitik therapy. There are some spas that do it in Spain, Poland, and Russia. I think you'll like it. Let me know what you think."
"I'll definitely let you know. Ok, I'll have to leave; I don't want to be late." As she passed Sam, she gave her one more quick tickle. As Sam giggled and moved away, Kara had a last thing to say. "Heehee, Samantha. You are so much fun to tickle! I'm sorry, though! I'll make it up to you! Bye!" Kara quickly left the green room to go to her car before Sam could tickle her back.
As she watch Kara go, Samantha said quietly with a smile "I hope you enjoyed tickling me in Irwindale. I also hope you enjoy your massage. You'll make it up to me there, and you'll know how it feels like." She finished her donut with her usual good-natured flair as she prepared to enjoy her weekend.
A short while later, Kara found herself in the massage room. She had taken off her glasses and stripped off all her clothing except for her panties and lay face down on the massage table, the sheet draped over her bottom and legs. As the New Age music played in the room, he sighed as she looked forward to this massage. What a sweetie Samantha is, and she was such a good sport about that whole tickling her thing. The door opened, and a gentle female voice made its presence known.
"Hello Kara, my name is Celeste, and I'll be your massage therapist today. Have you ever experienced a Gelitik massage therapy?"
"No, but I'm open to anything."
"Ok, just relax and enjoy the treatment. Warmth is a big thing about this. The massage oil will be warmed up, and I have these wraps for your wrists and ankles. Do I have your consent for these wraps?"
"Celeste, you have my consent for absolutely everything. Isn't that part of the thing I signed?"
"Yes, you did. Ok, lets get started."
As Kara sighed, Celeste gently wrapped soft cloths around her wrists and ankles. She heard the Velcro secure the gentle material; what she did not know was that attached to these warm wraps were fasteners that were ready to connect to a slots in the table.
"Kara, if you can feel that piece of the table near your arms, that is where you will rest them. Now I'm going to apply the oil which is heated. Are you comfy?"
Kara nodded, and she felt Celeste's gentle touch on her. She sighed as she felt the oil rubbed down on her aching shoulders, down her back, and on her arms. Celeste knew her strokes were effective, and her fingertips reached the tattoos on Kara's right arm.
"Oh, these tattoos are nice." Celeste started to trace the intricate lines of Kara's ink in a gentle way.
"Yes, I'm really happy with it. Hey! Careful. That tickles!"
"Oh, are you ticklish, Kara?"
"Yes, just be careful!"
"Ok. Now, as I finish warming up your muscles, let me add to the ambiance."
Celeste went to the iPad and added some Eastern gong sounds to add to the audio ambiance. As she returned to the massage bed and a completely relaxed Kara, Celeste quietly take the fasteners on the wrist wraps and click them into metal binders attached to the massage bed. She then did the same to the wraps around her ankles. Kara was not going anywhere now.
*******
Celeste continued with her precise and relaxing strokes up and down Kara's back on the muscles that flanked her spine. She then quietly started to stroke Kara's ribs; her fingers rubbed up and down her ribs almost like a car goes over speedbumps. As Kara exhaled into a sense of bliss, Celeste switched from the pad of her fingers to her finger nails. The strokes became lighter and slower, and they journeyed from Kara's back to the ribs. Kara's upper body started to tense slightly, and a quiet giggle escaped Kara's lips.
"Hey, careful! You're tickling me!"
Kara was very comfortable with Celeste's work, and she expected Celeste to respond to her giggle. Strangely, here, Celeste did not respond. Instead, her light strokes with her fingernails continued to stroke her ribs, and Kara's giggles continued to bubble out of her mouth.
"Celeste! You're tickling me! You need to put more pressure!"
Celeste's answer was disturbingly quiet to Kara. "I know I am. This is part of the treatment. I thought you read the waiver you signed."
Kara barely registered Celeste's words since she felt her fingernails continue to dance on her ribs. Kara's giggling started to turn into full on laughter. Her torso started to attempt to avoid Celeste's finger strokes.
"Celeste! Heeeheheheee. This isn't a massage! Heeeheheeheehee! This tickles!"
Kara attempted to shield her ribs with her arms, but she quickly realized that her wrists were locked in place. There was nothing she could do to protect her ribs. She was stuck, and she remained vulnerable to Celeste's unrelenting tickling strokes over her ribs.
"Celeste! Hahahaha! What is thiiiehehehehehehehis? This iiiiiiiisn't ahahahahahaha a massshahahahahahahage! This tiiiiiiiiheehheeeeheeheeckles!"
Celeste's fingertips did not stop their movement as her voice calmly explained the situations.
"Kara, you signed the waiver. You know this is a Gelitik massage."
"Ahhhahahahahahaha whaaaat?"
"Gelitik is Indonesian for tickling. You signed up for a tickling massage. I thought you did your research."
As Celeste spoke, her fingers continued her incessant stroking, going from the back of her ribs to the actual sides. This was one of Kara's more ticklish spots. Her wrists were still clamped in place, and this left her ribs vulnerable to Celeste's tickling.
"This is a massage that mixes the normal massage strokes, then it switches to tickling strokes. The idea is that after the conventional massage strokes relax you, the tickling stimulates your nervous system. You heard that laughter is the best medicine? The endorphins the tickling causes will increase your health and well being. So it may be a bit weird at first, but in the end the benefits will be good."
"Wait! I didn't know any of this! Aaaaaahahahahahahaha!"
Kara's protests were cut short by the feeling of Celeste slowly tracing her fingers between each of her ribs. The light strokes went from her spine around the contour of Kara's ribs with the outside of Celeste's fingernails. They paused slightly at the spot of Kara's body were her ribs were partially protected by her position of lying face down on the massage table. Then Celeste's fingers turned into a claw-like form, and her fingernails dug slightly harder into Kara's ribs as they traced back to her spine. Once there, the stroke was repeated as her hands when from the top of her ribs down to her hips. Kara was not aware of the niceties of Celeste's trained strokes. The only thing that Kara knew was the ticklish movement of Celeste's fingers on her sensitive ribs and her own involuntary laughter and vain attempts to escape the torment.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! I did not sign uuuuuuupppahahahahahaha foooohhohohohohohooor thiiiiihihihihihihihis!"
"Well sure you did." Celeste answered, still with a calm voice that contrasted with the frantic giggles coming from Kara's soul. "Didn't Samantha tell you?"
"Saaahahahahahahahahammaanthaaahahahahaha?"
"Yes. She tried this treatment, and she really let her laughter out. You're almost as ticklish as she is, and after the session, she told me that you would be the ideal candidate for this treatment with all the the stress you go through producing all those segments."
Samantha! She knew what kind of treatment this was. How could she not know how ticklish she was? Why would she encourage me to go here?
As Celeste's fingers continued with the tickling motions from her spine to her ribs, the truth dawned on Kara. Samantha did this on purpose! She knew! This was payback for Irwindale! The realization of this was mixed with Kara's continual laughter as Celeste's fingers continued their tickling work on her ribs.
"I caaannnnn't hahahahahaha beliehihihihihihve Samanthaaahahahahahaha did thiiiiissssaaaahahahahahahahaha!"
Kara's thoughts were interrupted by the switch in Celeste's tactics. She went from her regular strokes on her ribs to a fluttering motion under her arms. Celeste gently prodded Kara's armpits; Kara being face down and her wrists still trapped by the warm wraps could do little to avoid the touches of her fingers. Since Celeste's hands were still oiled up, the gliding sensations of her fingertips under her arms only felt even more ticklish than usual. All Kara could do was laugh uncontrollably.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! Not there! Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
"But Kara, I have to work you lymph nodes. Just hold tight and enjoy the sensations."
"Enjooooohahahahahahahahay? Hahahahahahahaha!"
The incessant motion under her arms, aided by the slick texture of the massage oil, only added to Kara's torment. All she could do is laugh as her ability to resist slowly eroded.
"Hahahahahahaha! Please! Stop! Hhahahahahahaha!"
The desperate laughter remained in contrast with the New Age music and the recorded sounds of the rhythmic gongs while Celeste calmly continued to scribble her fingernails under Kara's arms. Kara then felt the finger motions slowly cease. While the intensity of her laughter did lessen, the tickling sensations did not completely stop. Kara felt Celeste's fingers leave her armpits and trace a path down her ribs to the sheet that covered her lower body. She felt Celeste's fingers linger a bit on her glutes, and as her butt was ticklish too, Kara vainly tried to move her hips to avoid the tickling there.
"EEEeeekekekekehheeehehheeheeee!"
Celeste did allow herself a slight smile as she lingered just a bit longer than usual on Kara's pert buttocks, but eventually her hands went to the sheet that covered her lower body. She slowly uncovered Kara's right leg. Kara braced herself for more tickling, but instead Celeste massaged her hamstrings and eventually calf muscle with conventional strokes. Kara gradually started to relax, grateful that comforting massage strokes replaced the tickling torture. The massage was exactly what Kara had looked forward to, and when Celeste repeated the same motions on her left leg, Kara allowed herself to settle into the treatment. Celeste then slowly ended her massaging of Kara's legs, and she used the sheet to cover her up. Kara heard the squirt-squirt sound of the massage oil and the rubbing of Celeste's hands. She felt the sheet lifted off her feet, and she felt the relaxing strokes from her heels up her insteps and up to her toes and all the way back. The squishing sounds as Kara's feet were massaged joined to the blissful feeling of Celeste's work caused Kara to exhale deeply. The relaxation almost made Kara forget about the tickling that tormented only a few moments ago. That would not last.
Kara felt the pressure on her feet lighten. Her instincts were gradually alerted to the different cadence of Celeste's fingers. Sure enough, the relaxing strokes transformed into the dreaded tickling sensations that tormented Kara for much of her allotted hour. It was then that Kara remembered that her ankles were wrapped with the Velcro ankle warmers that were connected to the massage table. Her feet were not going anywhere.
Celeste's fingers slowly stroked both of Kara's feet. They started at the base; the tops of Kara's feet lay on the massage table, while the wrap-strap prevented any movement up. Kara's toes curled in a vain attempt to cover her ticklish soles. Celeste's fingernails gently traced their unrelenting path from Kara's heels up through her soles and instep, and then around in between her toes. This pattern went on for what seemed like an eternity, and Kara's reactions were reduced to uncontrolled laughter punctuated by attempted syllalbles.
"Nooooooo! Hahahahahahahahaha! Not theeeeeeeahahahahahahahah! I cahahahahahahahaan't ahahahahahahahahah!"
She felt Celeste' fingers on her right foot scribbling up and down her soles while the fingers on her left foot traced circles and infinity signs in random parts. The warmth of the oil, the heating pads of the massage table and the Velcro wraps that held her wrists and ankles in place, and the relentless tickling caused small beads of sweat to form on Kara's back and armpits. Her hair was soon matted down, and her face--trapped in the face plate---became a damp source of the sounds of laughter.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! No moooooooooaorrrahahahahahahahah!"
Kara did not know how long the treatment lasted. The only thing she was conscious of was the tickling sensations that a Zen-like Celeste gave to her helpless feet. Gradually, Celeste decreased the intensity of the tickling and slowly transitioned to a more gentle rubbing of Kara's soles. As Kara gradually caught her breath, she felt Celeste giving relaxing strokes from her feet, up her legs, all the way up her back to her neck and shoulders. She repeated this motion a few more times, and then Kara felt Celeste release the straps around her wrists and ankles. She heard Celeste's still gentle voice then say "That's the hour. The treatment is over. How do you feel, Kara?"
Kara slowly sat up, taking the sheet that covered her lower body and wrapping it around her bare upper body.
"I can't believe you did that! That was tickle torture! What kind of treatment was that?"
"It is unconventional, but the idea behind it is the stimulation of your nerves and the laughter that it forces out of you releases endorphins and any stress. It's like what some joggers describe as a runner's high. Be honest. Now that you've caught your breath, you feel better now, right?"
Kara had to admit that she did feel better. There were lingering tingles in her nervous system, but the stress was gone and she felt invigorated.
"I have to admit that you're right. I actually feel great. The tickling was torture, but I think I'll make another appointment."
"I get that a lot. Ok. Get dressed. You can make your appointment at the front desk while I get this room ready for my next client. I'll see you soon, Kara! Oh, by the way, Samantha left you a note."
Celeste left the room, and Kara got dressed. As she went to the front desk to make her next appointment, the receptionist handed Kara a note. "This is for you."
Kara opened the envelope and read the note.
"Dear Kara. I hope you enjoyed the Gelitik therapy. I think you know why I suggested this treatment. On the one hand, I know this treatment made you feel better. On the other hand, I know you are almost as ticklish as I am, and I wanted some payback for that trick you played on me in Irwindale! Enjoy the rest of your weekend. All the best! Sam."
Kara smiled as she put the note back in the envelope. Yes, Samantha, we are even. Still, I do want to pay it forward, so to speak. I wonder what Lauren Lyster would think about this treatment?
There it is. I hope you enjoyed it. It's different from what I'm used to writing or have experienced. I've attached some photos of Kara from Instagram.
