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The building, from the outside, was unassuming. Nothing about it would catch your eye, distract your attention, draw your gaze. Those who happened to turn their head and look at the building would see a very beige office, 2 desks with dated IT equipment on it, a selection of file cabinets and largely bare walls with a selection of abstract art on the walls.
Yes, Smith & Co to the average eye was just enough business front that did not concern them. In fact the sign for Smith & Co didn’t even provide further detail on what they did as a business. The sign looked worn and dated, yet the business was fairly new… and that’s what caught the attention of one budding journalist.
Mackenzie Coleman had first noticed Smith & Co whilst working on a project about the increasing numbers of stores in the town closing down. As shoppers moved online, so did the stores and the shop fronts that were once the heart of the community, no longer served their purpose. More and more companies were choosing to do business at home and those that weren’t were taking up spaces in large business parks, not in small units on the outskirts of towns.
Smith & Co, from Mackenzie’s research, had first popped up three years ago and since then had remained, for the most part, completely quiet. People he had asked had never seen any one enter or leave. Occasionally, a member of staff could be seen typing away at one of the desks, but no one recalled seeing anyone enter. The business also had no online presence, which intrigued Mackenzie even further.
He was a pretty good online sleuth but he was at a loss… Until a lead came from the most unlikely of places.
Mackenzie, like many young men, had interests, interests that you don’t just discuss around the dinner table with family. But these interests occupied his mind more often than not. Mackenzie could not get enough of tickling, being tickled, tickling other men. He absolutely loved it.
As much as Mackenzie should be enjoying ticklish escapades every weekend, he struggles to make that happen. Mackenzie is a good looking guy, mid 30’s, decent shape, hits the gym when he has the time. His downfall in the world of tickling is living in a small semi rural town with no major city within a 75 mile radius. He’ll move to the big city one day, he keeps telling himself.
One night, as he lay in bed, one arm behind his head, the other scrolling for any fresh tickling content he may have missed since his morning scroll, when he found himself reading a post on one of the forums he inhabits entitled ‘Terms & Conditions’.
He clicked on the post to read more. The poster ‘ticklemealloveruk’ had left a post recounting a friends experience:
“Hi, this is a weird one, but I had to tell you guys. I have a friend, straight, good looking, but vanilla as they come. He’s landed on hard times after his wife left him for his best mate and work hasn’t been what it was. He needed a little help but couldn’t get a loan cause of his bad credit. Anyway, he got contacted by this company and they offered him a loan.They didn’t look at his credit history so he was well happy. But it’s weird they contacted him, right? Like how did they get his information, how did they know he was looking for help.
Here’s the thing, my buddy, he’s not great with the money and gambled most of it away thinking he was going to win it all back, that’s how they get you, I suppose. Anyway he posted all about it on social media before getting a call that gambling was against the Terms & Conditions of his agreement with the company. They’d been watching him apparently and he needed to go to the office to discuss things in person.
Now it gets really weird, after he finally got the courage to go to the office and face the situation head on, they completely wrote the debt off. This made no sense to me and my mates, but that’s all he would tell us. Owner very understanding apparently.
But last night he was around mine, he got drunk and he told me more… and boy was it wild. Apparently because he broke his contract he had to receive a punishment, and this was all in the T&c’s he just never read them, I mean, who does. The punishment, to be tied, tickled and have the whole thing recorded. Obviously I am now very alert, he’s been tickled by the boss man several times he claims. He keeps going back, because his debt isn’t paid yet. He’s put in stocks and is tickled all over for hours at a time. I tried to get more detail out of him but he fell asleep and when I mentioned it when he sobered up he got aggressive. If I find out more I’ll pass it on, but I’ve not been able to find out any more about the company… They are called Smith & Co if any one is a better sleuth than me.”
Mackenzie could not believe it. He quickly typed up a response explaining his research and, despite Smith being a common name, assumed that his friend was referring to the same place he was investigating. After that a few private messages were exchanged and Mackenzie was able to gather that the poster was not local and neither was his friend. In fact, his friend was travelling 3 hours each time he had to attend the office. By this point Mackenzie’s mind was racing, now he knew there was a chance to be tickled as part of the research he had to make a move. He decided it was his time to pay Smith & Co and visit.
A few days passed before he was able to visit the office, but during that time it was all he could think about. On the day as he walked up to the building he was full of anticipation. His mind raced as he imagined several different outcomes. It was only when he reached the door to see no one sat at the desk and the door locked that he even considered that he may make no progress at all.
He knocked on the door. Waited. Knocked again. Waited. He lifted the letter box and shouted Hello through it. That’s when he heard it, a distant, but distinctive laugh. A roar coming from deep within whoever was producing the glorious sound. He knocks again, this time with the letter box open. The laughter stops.
Above him, Mackenzie here’s a small buzz, the sound of a security camera turning to inspect him. He looks up. Then he knocks again. This time, a door at the back of the office opens and a man appears. He must be no older than 30, he has sleek blonde hair and freckles. There are visible beads of sweat on his forehead. From the tickling or the adrenaline of being caught we can’t be sure. He is, Mackenzie can’t help but notice, adorable. He wears a suit, all black, but his feet are bare. Mackenzie notices he hold his socks and shoes in his left hands.
The guy notices that this detail has been spotted, he looks down at his hand and then throws the shoes and socks behind the desk before approaching the front door. He unlocks the door via a latch and opens the door sheepishly.
“Yes, how can I help?” his voice is timid, he’s been caught off guard. Mackenzie feels a flutter, he knows it comes from the fact that he knows that minutes beforehand the man in front of him was most likely having his feet tickled past his limits.
“Hello, yes, sorry I don’t have an appointment, but I’d like to have a conversation about a loan” He knew this was risky. With no online presence, no advertising, how was he to know that Smith & Co were in a position to offer me such a thing, but he saw no other way in.
There was a silence as the question hung in the air.
“Sorry, what?” The guy looks completely bewildered. Mackenzie changed tactic.
“I couldn’t help but notice you’re not wearing any shoes”
As intended it caught his attention. He starts to stutter and look anywhere but directly at Mackenzie. It’s as if his brain has completely malfunctioned.
“This has never happened before” is all he can say before another man appears behind him.
“All right Charlie, stand down” Behind him a man around Mackenzie’s age stands. He’s wearing the same suit as Charlie. He however is calm, composed. He stands with his arms behind his back. He’s roughly 5’8, pale skin with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. Mackenzie can’t help but be intimidated by his stare.
“Mackenzie Coleman, I’ve been expecting you” his cold expression breaks into a small smile “I’ve always wanted to say that”
For a moment, time stops. “He knows my name? He’s been expecting me? What’s going on?” these thoughts and others rush through Macknezie’s head/
Mackenzie begins feeling uncomfortable, now the metaphorical shoe is on the other foot. He went into this situation expecting to hold all the cards, but now they seem stacked against him.
“Close the door behind you” Mackenzie breaks out of his own thoughts to see the man has turned his back and is walking back through the rear office door. Instinctively, he follow.
Charlie sits at his desk and quickly puts his socks back on. As Mackenzie closes the front door he notices that it locks automatically behind him. Charlie looks up at him as he passes, combs his hand through his hair and then smiles, for the first time since they came face to face.
“Have fun” he smirks.
Mackenzie closes the rear office door once he is through. He finds himself in a corridor, to the left a small kitchen, to the right a closed door and in front of him an open door leading to a beautifully decorated office. It couldn't be more different than the front room, it's grand, decadent and expensive. The man is already sitting behind a big wooden desk.
“Please, take a seat” he gestures towards a large velour arm chair facing his desk and he gently lowers himself into the seat. He realises that he has not spoken yet, but somehow he can’t find the words. His confidence leaks out of him as each second passes. He’s grateful, if that’s the word when the other man speaks.
“Let’s cut to the chase” The man says.
“A loan” is all Mackenzie can squeak out. He’s embarrassed by the sound of his own voice in that moment. He knows the man sees straight through him. It’s a feeble attempt at trying to take charge of the situation.
“You and I both know that’s not why you’re here. You’ve been on quite the journey trying to figure out what is going on here haven’t you. Never thought you’d find out what you have” The man stares Mackenzie down “I must say, I am disappointed you found out by sheer fluke. I wanted you to really work for it”.
Mackenzie becomes more confused by the second, but knowing he doesn’t have to keep up an act comes as a relief. He tries to relax into the situation, but can’t, somethings not right and as he composes himself his journalistic mind sets in.
“What exactly is going on here?” He ask.
“Well you already know, don’t you. I offer personal loans to those in need. I guess your type would consider me a loan shark, but I find that term so vulgar. I’m no criminal, I’m just a man with a certain level of privilege to be able to help out others… and get a little something out of it myself”
“The tickling?”
“Yes, the tickling” he smirks.
“How do you know my name?” This question escapes Mackenzies lips. He had told himself he wouldn’t ask it in an attempt to appear unfazed by the situation, but here he was once again laying everything so openly on the table.
The man chuckles. “Oh I’ve had eyes on you for a long time. I noticed you looking into the building as I was passing by in my car one day. I went back and looked at the CCTV and did a facial recognition scan through the system which then pulled up all the times you’d, shall we say, stopped by. 24 times in the last 5 months. I started to get worried that you were going to expose what I had going on here, so I did my own research.”
Mackenzie felt naked. This man had been following him, researching him, just as he had been doing in return. The only difference was he has been successful.
“The other thing my privilege gives me is access to certain technology that most people only see in spy movies. Yes, I found out a lot about you. I found out that we could be very good friends, actually. But my operation here doesn’t allow me to just reach out to anyone”.
“Your operation?” Mackenzie ask?
“It’s a very unique thing, you see. I have a system that’s always scanning social media, trying to find guys who fit my criteria who are down on their luck. People post about the hard times more than the good times, so they tend to pop up out of the wood work quite easily and then I swoop in and offer them a deal they can’t refuse.”
“That all sounds very illegal”
“Ha, please, you’ll be surprised what information people just give away without realising. Everyone’s too quick to just agree to everything whenever a tick box appears. Everything here is above the line of legal activity, albeit, just”.
“You trick people” It’s an acquisition and it works, for the first time the man seems caught off guard.
“Trick people?”
“You make them sign documents and then when they can’t keep up with payments or break the terms of service, you tickle them, isn’t that right?” He knows it’s not quite the ‘gotcha’ he’s like it to be, but it’s all he has right now “And that can’t be legal”.
“Mackenzie” he says opening a drawer of his desk “I assure you, every man who has signed one of my contracts is made aware of the tickling clause. I call each one personally and explain that if they break any of the terms of the contract they will be expected to report to me, be tied up and tickled beyond their limits”.
He says this so seriously, from his desk he removes a contract and hands it to Mackenzie.
“It’s the other clauses they read that they overlook. After all, what could be worse to many of them than being tickled.” Mackenzie starts to review the document. It all starts as pretty standard stuff.
He continues “Of course you get the ones that think they aren’t ticklish and therefore think they can do what they like and get away essentially scott free, not my favourite clients, but they all end up regretting it in the end”.
Mackenzie is further in the contract and can see where mishaps may happen. The no gambling clause, which he was already familiar with, the repayment clause, there’s a clause that states you can’t discuss the contact with anyone. How they police that one he did not know, but knowing the technology they have access to, he isn’t surprised. One clause states that the signee can not spend excessively, buy a new house or go on holiday abroad. Mackenzie notices that many of the clauses are there to help provide the men who receive money from Smith & Co to get their lives back on track and the punishment for not bettering one self is to be tickled.
“This is genius” Mackenzie says, more so to himself, but it is heard.
“I’m not a monster Mr Coleman. I’m simply a man who watched my father almost bring our family to financial ruin who wants to prevent other men with promise, from doing the same”
“How many of these men are breaking their contracts? How many do things without realising that they have broken the terms and conditions?”
“It happens fairly often, as I said, people don’t read what they are signing up for. Charlie is a client, now he works for me as he kept gambling away his money. I needed to keep a better eye on him, so he reports to me every day now. Keeps him in check. Plus, he’s cute. I like having my own personal play thing when we go through a quiet patch”.
“They could just run?”
“Who, Charlie?”
“Yes, well no, all your clients”
“Oh no, they won’t do that. They have to come here to sign the contract. Whilst here, I give them a taste of what they are in for if they break the contract. If they don’t consent then on their way without my help, but no one has said no yet. Honestly I am kind of worried about the day someone does” a nervous laugh escapes his lips “Then i secure them in the play room and tickle them, drive them crazy, lots of fun, for me and sometimes they enjoy it too. I record the whole thing, again, with consent and that’s what makes them come back if they break the terms.”
“Blackmail?”
“The illusion of blackmail. They don’t want those tapes getting out. And I’d never release them, but they don’t know that. It’s not worth the risk”
Mackenzie sits in silence, contemplating everything he has just heard.
“I know why you are here Mr Coleman. You’d like to see my playroom”
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The building, from the outside, was unassuming. Nothing about it would catch your eye, distract your attention, draw your gaze. Those who happened to turn their head and look at the building would see a very beige office, 2 desks with dated IT equipment on it, a selection of file cabinets and largely bare walls with a selection of abstract art on the walls.
Yes, Smith & Co to the average eye was just enough business front that did not concern them. In fact the sign for Smith & Co didn’t even provide further detail on what they did as a business. The sign looked worn and dated, yet the business was fairly new… and that’s what caught the attention of one budding journalist.
Mackenzie Coleman had first noticed Smith & Co whilst working on a project about the increasing numbers of stores in the town closing down. As shoppers moved online, so did the stores and the shop fronts that were once the heart of the community, no longer served their purpose. More and more companies were choosing to do business at home and those that weren’t were taking up spaces in large business parks, not in small units on the outskirts of towns.
Smith & Co, from Mackenzie’s research, had first popped up three years ago and since then had remained, for the most part, completely quiet. People he had asked had never seen any one enter or leave. Occasionally, a member of staff could be seen typing away at one of the desks, but no one recalled seeing anyone enter. The business also had no online presence, which intrigued Mackenzie even further.
He was a pretty good online sleuth but he was at a loss… Until a lead came from the most unlikely of places.
Mackenzie, like many young men, had interests, interests that you don’t just discuss around the dinner table with family. But these interests occupied his mind more often than not. Mackenzie could not get enough of tickling, being tickled, tickling other men. He absolutely loved it.
As much as Mackenzie should be enjoying ticklish escapades every weekend, he struggles to make that happen. Mackenzie is a good looking guy, mid 30’s, decent shape, hits the gym when he has the time. His downfall in the world of tickling is living in a small semi rural town with no major city within a 75 mile radius. He’ll move to the big city one day, he keeps telling himself.
One night, as he lay in bed, one arm behind his head, the other scrolling for any fresh tickling content he may have missed since his morning scroll, when he found himself reading a post on one of the forums he inhabits entitled ‘Terms & Conditions’.
He clicked on the post to read more. The poster ‘ticklemealloveruk’ had left a post recounting a friends experience:
“Hi, this is a weird one, but I had to tell you guys. I have a friend, straight, good looking, but vanilla as they come. He’s landed on hard times after his wife left him for his best mate and work hasn’t been what it was. He needed a little help but couldn’t get a loan cause of his bad credit. Anyway, he got contacted by this company and they offered him a loan.They didn’t look at his credit history so he was well happy. But it’s weird they contacted him, right? Like how did they get his information, how did they know he was looking for help.
Here’s the thing, my buddy, he’s not great with the money and gambled most of it away thinking he was going to win it all back, that’s how they get you, I suppose. Anyway he posted all about it on social media before getting a call that gambling was against the Terms & Conditions of his agreement with the company. They’d been watching him apparently and he needed to go to the office to discuss things in person.
Now it gets really weird, after he finally got the courage to go to the office and face the situation head on, they completely wrote the debt off. This made no sense to me and my mates, but that’s all he would tell us. Owner very understanding apparently.
But last night he was around mine, he got drunk and he told me more… and boy was it wild. Apparently because he broke his contract he had to receive a punishment, and this was all in the T&c’s he just never read them, I mean, who does. The punishment, to be tied, tickled and have the whole thing recorded. Obviously I am now very alert, he’s been tickled by the boss man several times he claims. He keeps going back, because his debt isn’t paid yet. He’s put in stocks and is tickled all over for hours at a time. I tried to get more detail out of him but he fell asleep and when I mentioned it when he sobered up he got aggressive. If I find out more I’ll pass it on, but I’ve not been able to find out any more about the company… They are called Smith & Co if any one is a better sleuth than me.”
Mackenzie could not believe it. He quickly typed up a response explaining his research and, despite Smith being a common name, assumed that his friend was referring to the same place he was investigating. After that a few private messages were exchanged and Mackenzie was able to gather that the poster was not local and neither was his friend. In fact, his friend was travelling 3 hours each time he had to attend the office. By this point Mackenzie’s mind was racing, now he knew there was a chance to be tickled as part of the research he had to make a move. He decided it was his time to pay Smith & Co and visit.
A few days passed before he was able to visit the office, but during that time it was all he could think about. On the day as he walked up to the building he was full of anticipation. His mind raced as he imagined several different outcomes. It was only when he reached the door to see no one sat at the desk and the door locked that he even considered that he may make no progress at all.
He knocked on the door. Waited. Knocked again. Waited. He lifted the letter box and shouted Hello through it. That’s when he heard it, a distant, but distinctive laugh. A roar coming from deep within whoever was producing the glorious sound. He knocks again, this time with the letter box open. The laughter stops.
Above him, Mackenzie here’s a small buzz, the sound of a security camera turning to inspect him. He looks up. Then he knocks again. This time, a door at the back of the office opens and a man appears. He must be no older than 30, he has sleek blonde hair and freckles. There are visible beads of sweat on his forehead. From the tickling or the adrenaline of being caught we can’t be sure. He is, Mackenzie can’t help but notice, adorable. He wears a suit, all black, but his feet are bare. Mackenzie notices he hold his socks and shoes in his left hands.
The guy notices that this detail has been spotted, he looks down at his hand and then throws the shoes and socks behind the desk before approaching the front door. He unlocks the door via a latch and opens the door sheepishly.
“Yes, how can I help?” his voice is timid, he’s been caught off guard. Mackenzie feels a flutter, he knows it comes from the fact that he knows that minutes beforehand the man in front of him was most likely having his feet tickled past his limits.
“Hello, yes, sorry I don’t have an appointment, but I’d like to have a conversation about a loan” He knew this was risky. With no online presence, no advertising, how was he to know that Smith & Co were in a position to offer me such a thing, but he saw no other way in.
There was a silence as the question hung in the air.
“Sorry, what?” The guy looks completely bewildered. Mackenzie changed tactic.
“I couldn’t help but notice you’re not wearing any shoes”
As intended it caught his attention. He starts to stutter and look anywhere but directly at Mackenzie. It’s as if his brain has completely malfunctioned.
“This has never happened before” is all he can say before another man appears behind him.
“All right Charlie, stand down” Behind him a man around Mackenzie’s age stands. He’s wearing the same suit as Charlie. He however is calm, composed. He stands with his arms behind his back. He’s roughly 5’8, pale skin with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. Mackenzie can’t help but be intimidated by his stare.
“Mackenzie Coleman, I’ve been expecting you” his cold expression breaks into a small smile “I’ve always wanted to say that”
For a moment, time stops. “He knows my name? He’s been expecting me? What’s going on?” these thoughts and others rush through Macknezie’s head/
Mackenzie begins feeling uncomfortable, now the metaphorical shoe is on the other foot. He went into this situation expecting to hold all the cards, but now they seem stacked against him.
“Close the door behind you” Mackenzie breaks out of his own thoughts to see the man has turned his back and is walking back through the rear office door. Instinctively, he follow.
Charlie sits at his desk and quickly puts his socks back on. As Mackenzie closes the front door he notices that it locks automatically behind him. Charlie looks up at him as he passes, combs his hand through his hair and then smiles, for the first time since they came face to face.
“Have fun” he smirks.
Mackenzie closes the rear office door once he is through. He finds himself in a corridor, to the left a small kitchen, to the right a closed door and in front of him an open door leading to a beautifully decorated office. It couldn't be more different than the front room, it's grand, decadent and expensive. The man is already sitting behind a big wooden desk.
“Please, take a seat” he gestures towards a large velour arm chair facing his desk and he gently lowers himself into the seat. He realises that he has not spoken yet, but somehow he can’t find the words. His confidence leaks out of him as each second passes. He’s grateful, if that’s the word when the other man speaks.
“Let’s cut to the chase” The man says.
“A loan” is all Mackenzie can squeak out. He’s embarrassed by the sound of his own voice in that moment. He knows the man sees straight through him. It’s a feeble attempt at trying to take charge of the situation.
“You and I both know that’s not why you’re here. You’ve been on quite the journey trying to figure out what is going on here haven’t you. Never thought you’d find out what you have” The man stares Mackenzie down “I must say, I am disappointed you found out by sheer fluke. I wanted you to really work for it”.
Mackenzie becomes more confused by the second, but knowing he doesn’t have to keep up an act comes as a relief. He tries to relax into the situation, but can’t, somethings not right and as he composes himself his journalistic mind sets in.
“What exactly is going on here?” He ask.
“Well you already know, don’t you. I offer personal loans to those in need. I guess your type would consider me a loan shark, but I find that term so vulgar. I’m no criminal, I’m just a man with a certain level of privilege to be able to help out others… and get a little something out of it myself”
“The tickling?”
“Yes, the tickling” he smirks.
“How do you know my name?” This question escapes Mackenzies lips. He had told himself he wouldn’t ask it in an attempt to appear unfazed by the situation, but here he was once again laying everything so openly on the table.
The man chuckles. “Oh I’ve had eyes on you for a long time. I noticed you looking into the building as I was passing by in my car one day. I went back and looked at the CCTV and did a facial recognition scan through the system which then pulled up all the times you’d, shall we say, stopped by. 24 times in the last 5 months. I started to get worried that you were going to expose what I had going on here, so I did my own research.”
Mackenzie felt naked. This man had been following him, researching him, just as he had been doing in return. The only difference was he has been successful.
“The other thing my privilege gives me is access to certain technology that most people only see in spy movies. Yes, I found out a lot about you. I found out that we could be very good friends, actually. But my operation here doesn’t allow me to just reach out to anyone”.
“Your operation?” Mackenzie ask?
“It’s a very unique thing, you see. I have a system that’s always scanning social media, trying to find guys who fit my criteria who are down on their luck. People post about the hard times more than the good times, so they tend to pop up out of the wood work quite easily and then I swoop in and offer them a deal they can’t refuse.”
“That all sounds very illegal”
“Ha, please, you’ll be surprised what information people just give away without realising. Everyone’s too quick to just agree to everything whenever a tick box appears. Everything here is above the line of legal activity, albeit, just”.
“You trick people” It’s an acquisition and it works, for the first time the man seems caught off guard.
“Trick people?”
“You make them sign documents and then when they can’t keep up with payments or break the terms of service, you tickle them, isn’t that right?” He knows it’s not quite the ‘gotcha’ he’s like it to be, but it’s all he has right now “And that can’t be legal”.
“Mackenzie” he says opening a drawer of his desk “I assure you, every man who has signed one of my contracts is made aware of the tickling clause. I call each one personally and explain that if they break any of the terms of the contract they will be expected to report to me, be tied up and tickled beyond their limits”.
He says this so seriously, from his desk he removes a contract and hands it to Mackenzie.
“It’s the other clauses they read that they overlook. After all, what could be worse to many of them than being tickled.” Mackenzie starts to review the document. It all starts as pretty standard stuff.
He continues “Of course you get the ones that think they aren’t ticklish and therefore think they can do what they like and get away essentially scott free, not my favourite clients, but they all end up regretting it in the end”.
Mackenzie is further in the contract and can see where mishaps may happen. The no gambling clause, which he was already familiar with, the repayment clause, there’s a clause that states you can’t discuss the contact with anyone. How they police that one he did not know, but knowing the technology they have access to, he isn’t surprised. One clause states that the signee can not spend excessively, buy a new house or go on holiday abroad. Mackenzie notices that many of the clauses are there to help provide the men who receive money from Smith & Co to get their lives back on track and the punishment for not bettering one self is to be tickled.
“This is genius” Mackenzie says, more so to himself, but it is heard.
“I’m not a monster Mr Coleman. I’m simply a man who watched my father almost bring our family to financial ruin who wants to prevent other men with promise, from doing the same”
“How many of these men are breaking their contracts? How many do things without realising that they have broken the terms and conditions?”
“It happens fairly often, as I said, people don’t read what they are signing up for. Charlie is a client, now he works for me as he kept gambling away his money. I needed to keep a better eye on him, so he reports to me every day now. Keeps him in check. Plus, he’s cute. I like having my own personal play thing when we go through a quiet patch”.
“They could just run?”
“Who, Charlie?”
“Yes, well no, all your clients”
“Oh no, they won’t do that. They have to come here to sign the contract. Whilst here, I give them a taste of what they are in for if they break the contract. If they don’t consent then on their way without my help, but no one has said no yet. Honestly I am kind of worried about the day someone does” a nervous laugh escapes his lips “Then i secure them in the play room and tickle them, drive them crazy, lots of fun, for me and sometimes they enjoy it too. I record the whole thing, again, with consent and that’s what makes them come back if they break the terms.”
“Blackmail?”
“The illusion of blackmail. They don’t want those tapes getting out. And I’d never release them, but they don’t know that. It’s not worth the risk”
Mackenzie sits in silence, contemplating everything he has just heard.
“I know why you are here Mr Coleman. You’d like to see my playroom”
