“The Celebrity Tickler” Part 7
Starring:
PARIS HILTON
NICKY HILTON
April 30, 2020
Interview with Paris and Nicky Hilton backstage at fashion show
Los Angeles, California
There were people rushing this way and that backstage at the fashion show put on by the Hilton sisters. They were promoting a new clothing line that was set to launch later that year. F.B.I. Agents Kelly Henderson and Ashley Goff waited patiently to meet with Paris and Nicky, who were currently seeing to matters concerning the show. Although they weren’t looking forward to re-visiting their ordeal, the two had agreed to be interviewed as soon as time allowed.
Once the show was winding down and the last models were prepped for their runway walk, Paris and Nicky met the agents in a back office area of the building. The sisters greeted the agents and sat down. The infamous duo had been the poster girls for the typical “Hollywood Wild Child” back in their youth. Coming from an elite family of power and extreme wealth, the two brats had viewed Beverly Hills as their own personal playground. Never in their wildest dreams did they consider they would one day fall victim to Simon Bicker, a.k.a. “The Celebrity Tickler”.
“Can we make this somewhat quick? We have an important meeting after our show,” Nicky asked impatiently.
The agents were a little taken aback by her tone. Most of the other victims they had interviewed had been fairly willing to sit down and answer the agents’ questions for as long as it took. Ashley replied, “I’m sorry. Are we holding you up? We just thought you might like to help aid us in this case so we can catch Mr. Bickler and get him back in a cell again. Figured you wouldn’t want to see anyone else go through what you and your sister had to. If you have other things you’d rather do...”
Paris: “Calm down, Ms. Agent. Nicky and I will talk with you. We want to see that asshole locked up for the rest of his life for what he did to us. When people talk about Paris Hilton, I want them to think...icon...style...status. But instead thanks to him, my name is always associated with...tickling.”
Nicky: “Ugh. It really freakin’ sucks. What do you need to know?”
15 YEARS EARLIER...
June 12, 2005
The Hilton Estate
Beverly Hills, California
The bright California sun was shining down on the Hilton estate. The vast backyard had a lavish oasis pool and a spectacular view. There were several lounge chairs spaced around the pool where the sisters and their guests could lay out by the poolside. Nicky Hilton was sprawled out on one such lounge chair. She had turned onto her stomach so her back could get an equal amount of attention from the beaming sun. The 21-year old heiress lay there peacefully with her head resting gently on her folded arms as she listened to the rhythmic sloshing of the water behind her. Nicky had on a skimpy light blue bikini. Her notably large, size 10.5 soles hung lazily off the end of the pool chair as she tanned her youthful skin. Her toenails were painted dark blue and the silver toe ring that hugged the second toe of her left foot glistened in the sun’s rays.
Nicky raised her head and pushed her sunglasses up when she heard Paris’ flip flops slapping on the cement as she returned with a small tray of drinks. Paris placed the tray down on the small table between their chairs that held their cell phones and tanning oil. Paris kicked off her sandals and resumed laying out under the hot sun next to her sister. The 24-year old Hollywood brat was rocking a bright pink bikini. Paris scooted her body down so that her feet also overhung the end of the chair and dangled freely. Her feet were even bigger than Nicky’s, which was really saying something. Paris despised how large her feet were...a whopping size 11! It certainly didn’t make it easy for her to find high heels when she shopped in designer clothing stores. Paris flexed and scrunched her toes playfully as she soaked up the warmth of the summer sun. She also had toe rings on. One on the second toe of her right foot and another on the fourth toe of her left foot. And of course she had painted her toenails pink to match her swimsuit.
The two sisters gossiped about all their most popular friends and acquaintances as they laid out by the pool. They giggled, sipped their drinks, and casually wiggled and crossed over their dangling soles. But then a dark shadow fell across their backs and the pool patio in front of them. The two Hilton daughters gasped and froze with fear. It was clearly the dark silhouette of a man standing behind them. But they could also make out that he was holding up a feather. Oh God, not him! Paralyzed with fear, the two ladies couldn’t believe their ears when he spoke. A deep voice uttered the words, “Goochie goochie goo girls...”
20 MINUTES LATER...
Paris groggily began to shake off the effects of the chloroform. She could hear a voice. Someone was laughing. It was her sister! Paris snapped out of the dreamlike daze and shook her head a little to clear her vision. She looked over and confirmed she had been correct about the noise. The intruder that had knocked them out with chloroform was now tormenting Nicky on the pool chair next to her. He was using his feather to wildly flick it in her armpits, alternating between each smooth, tan hollow every few seconds.
Nicky was twisting from side to side and laughing, but she had been tied down to the pool chair so she couldn’t move much. Paris soon discovered she too was tied in a similar fashion. The man must have bound them to their chairs while they were out cold. Both sisters had been rolled onto their backs and tied down with their arms outstretched over their heads. Their ankles had been roped down to the ends of the chairs. Outstretched on their sunbathing chairs with only their skimpy bikinis on didn’t leave much in the way of protection against the tickling fiend.
“Get away from my sister, you fucking creep!” Paris yelled.
The man was kneeling on the opposite side of Nicky as he feathered her armpits. He looked over at Paris but didn’t stop wafting the feather across her sister’s flawless pits. He calmly replied, “Oh I see you’ve decided to join us. What’s the matter, sweetie? Jealous that you aren’t getting a turn?”
Paris didn’t acknowledge the man’s taunt. She angrily exclaimed, “I know who you are! You’re Simon Bickler! That weird tickling guy that everyone is talking about on the news!”
Simon smiled wickedly as he continued to flick the feather in Nicky’s deep armpits. He said, “That’s right. So I guess there’s no need for an introduction since you girls already know what you’re in for. And if you’ve been watching the news coverage of me, then you most certainly know that the authorities are dumbfounded on how to catch me. Which means I have this entire sunny afternoon to spend with you and your sister. You’ll be my play things.”
Paris became extremely agitated as she heard Simon’s plans for them. She growled in frustration and thrashed desperately trying to slip out of her ropes. Simon eagerly left Nicky alone and went over to Paris’ side. He knelt down and Paris looked over at him anxiously. She looked speechless as he waved the feather near her for her to see.
Paris: “Don’t you dare! Do you have any idea who our father is?! The connections he has?! You’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you so much as touch me!”
Paris grimaced and tensed her entire body when she felt Simon’s dreaded feather playfully licking in her left armpit. The tip wiggled and wagged sporadically, causing her to let out little titters of noise. Paris gripped the top of the reclined pool chair and kicked her legs impatiently as she waited for her turn to end. But Simon had all afternoon to spend with them and he was going to take his sweet time finding out exactly what made each of them squirm.
Simon: “I thought your sister had pretty ticklish pits, but I dare say you might be even more sensitive under your arms than she is. You’re putting on a good poker face, but I can tell this is really bothering you.”
Paris: “Teee...heee...I’m fine...really...teehee...this...is...hee hee...nothing.”
“Oh well if it’s nothing, then let’s try this,” Simon said as he put his feather down and grabbed the girls’ nearby suntan oil from the center table. He poured it on one palm and then rubbed his hands together. Paris didn’t look so tough as Simon wiped his slippery hands along her bare underarms. He could feel how incredibly smooth they were. She must have had them freshly waxed.
Once they were glistening in the sunlight, Simon attacked them mercilessly. Paris braced for the terrible feeling but was overwhelmed almost immediately. The blonde brat jolted as she erupted with laughter. The wiggling fingers stroked her slippery hollows rapidly as she shouted and laughed frantically. Paris tucked her chin down and tried to pull her arms down as hard as she could. But her armpits were stretched out and easy targets whether she liked it or not. Paris could only open her mouth wide and laugh like crazy in response.
Simon slid his fingers around in her slick pits with an unquenchable thirst for hearing a woman’s laughter. And then Nicky’s heart about stopped when Simon picked up the suntan oil and came over to her. As he slathered her underarms with oil as well, Nicky nervously asked, “Is...is this...maybe something that could be stopped with...money? We could get you a lot! Yeah, a lot of money! That sounds goo-good, right? Hey come on, we can come to some s-sort of agreement, can’t we?”
Nicky came to life as Simon began working his fingers into her oily hollows. The blonde bimbo begged and shook back and forth as she felt unrelenting fingertips rubbing the ultra-sensitive areas. Simon didn’t let up. As Nicky’s panicked screams grew louder, Simon continued to rub his thumbs in small circles in the bratty heiress’ underarms. Nicky also tucked her chin and tried to bring her elbows down and inward to protect herself. But it was useless. The ropes held her armpits wide open regardless of her efforts. Now, Nicky was practically drooling she was hissing giggles so much.
Simon: “You know, I changed my mind again. Nicky DEFINITELY has the more ticklish armpits.”
Paris felt awful hearing her younger sister suffer next to her. She glanced over at the table where their cell phones were. Paris tried rolling to her right side as much as she could, but it was quickly evident that she would never be able to reach her phone. It might as well have been a mile away. Paris pouted at the realization. She would have killed to be able to send off a quick text and get help coming.
Paris looked back over at Nicky, who was now having her upper body and tummy smeared with the tanning oil. Nicky whimpered as she looked down at her now shiny body. And in true Paris fashion, she looked over at Nicky with concern but was secretly glad Simon’s attention wasn’t on her. She knew she had to work fast if she wanted work her hands free and escape.
While Paris was busy tugging on her bonds, Nicky exploded back into laughter as Simon crawled his wriggling fingertips across her bare sides and ribcage. The barely-there bikini offered no protection while she thrashed and bucked on the pool chair. The spoiled blonde brat wasn’t accustomed to men tickling all over her lean body as they pleased. The scurrying fingers trailed up and down her slender sides. Nicky screamed and begged, but no break came.
Paris: “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US! PLEASE! CALL THE COPS!”
Simon: “Oh there’s no point in that, Ms. Hilton. You’re home here is to private for anyone to hear. You’re just shouting at the hillside.”
Paris: “Oh God, why are you doing this?! Why us?! Please just let us go!”
Simon dug his hands into Nicky’s lower obliques and vibrated them mercilessly. Nicky tried to sit up suddenly as she tossed from side to side, but her wrist ropes held her back. Her laughter was that of pure desperation. While Simon continued to torment Nicky, he responded to Paris, “Why you two? Believe it or not, you two are the second pair of siblings I’ve tickled. First I had the Olsen Twins and now I have the wild and rowdy Hilton sisters hahaha! There’s just something about tickling sisters, isn’t there? It’s so much fun finding out if you have the same ticklish spots or even if one is far more ticklish than the other. Speaking of which, let’s oil that pretty tummy of yours up.”
Paris scoffed with despair as Simon left her sister alone and grabbed the tanning oil. He drizzled dots of it down onto her flat stomach as she whimpered. Simon rubbed it in and then straddled Paris’ upper legs. The Hollywood party chick pouted and begged as he slowly tugged down her bikini bottom slightly, revealing even more of her hips and lower tummy region. Paris’ skin was more pale where her bikini usually covered while she laid out by the pool.
Simon gripped Paris’ sides and began massaging his thumbs into her slippery hip sockets. Paris tensed and melted into adorable giggles as she squirmed about. She quickly found her mobility was much more restricted with Simon sitting on her thighs. Paris tried bucking him off, but her slender frame wasn’t anywhere near strong enough to throw off a grown man. All she could do was lie there and laugh while Simon danced his fingers across her toned tummy. Paris’ laughing surged as he began skittering his hands over her trembling belly and up her slender sides.
Paris: “Aaaahahahahaha!! Get off of me! Hahahahaha! Oh fuck! Stop! Hahahahaha! Don’t touch me! Gaaaahahahahaha!”
Simon rode Paris’ thighs for a while longer as he rolled his thumbs mercilessly in her hip creases and listened to her beg. Then he moved off and knelt between the snobby sisters. He placed a hand on each of their tummies and crawled his wiggling fingers across their slippery bellies. They thrashed and turned away with giggles and laughter. He could feel each of their slender torsos trembling as he rubbed his fingertips freely over their oiled stomachs and even dipped down into their adorable little innies.
After being tied down and tickled on their oiled-up bodies for a while, the Hilton sisters were done. The hot sun beating down on them while they were being forced to squirm around and laugh was causing their sweaty hair to stick to their foreheads and the sides of their cheeks. Paris and Nicky’s cheeks were flushed and their bodies were slightly sweaty. They laid there on the pool chairs exhausted already as Simon prepared a rag by soaking it in chloroform.
Simon: “Night night, ladies. When you wake up, it’ll be time to give those huge feet of yours some attention...”
Paris and Nicky mustered up the energy to raise their heads up and yell at Simon. Each of them tried to turn their head away and hold their breath as he came up and smothered their faces with the rag. But they couldn’t hold out forever and quickly succumbed to the effects of the chloroform.
20 MINUTES LATER...
Paris started to come to. Her head seas spinning as she started to realize she was regaining consciousness. The air felt much cooler and she could tell she was on her stomach now. Was she inside her house now? Yes, that was it. She could begin to make out the living room furniture through her blurred vision. As Paris started to get more with it, she could sense a warm lubricant being rubbed onto her soles. After a moment of confusion, Paris quickly thought to herself, “Ugh! More oil?! Oh great, now my feet are slippery. God, just please let this asshole be done soon!”
Paris started to whimper and move her body as she awoke fully. But she soon learned she was bound in a strict hogtie on the living room floor now. She looked over and saw Nicky tied in a similar position next to her but still passed out. Simon must have carried them both inside and re-tied them like this.
Simon continued rubbing in the oil all over Paris’ feet, making sure to smear it along every curve and between each of her long toes. As he did that, Paris tried to wake her sister. She shouted at Nicky, urging her to open her eyes and try to get free if she could. But Nicky lay there motionless unable to help. Paris looked around some more and noticed a camera had been set up in front of her and her sister. No doubt it was for their final “confession” just like she had seen other celebrities do.
When Paris felt Simon had stopped spreading the oil over her soles, she tensed and held her breath as she waited for the horrible moment when he would start tickling her. But instead, Paris felt a strange sensation. A firm, throbbing penis slipped right into the gap between her long arches and began pumping back and forth. Paris gasped and whipped her head around to get a look. Sure enough, Simon was kneeling behind her and thrusting his manhood in and out between her big peds. The oil helped him glide effortlessly against her arches, despite Paris clenching her feet down and trying to squeeze them shut.
Paris: “Oh my God! I can’t believe you right now! That is so not hot, dude! Stay away from my feet or I’ll Hahahahahaha!!!”
Paris burst into laughter as Simon reached down and began gliding his fingertips rapidly over her upturned soles. Paris’ slippery, humungous size 11 feet were jerking, twitching, and shaking with laughter as they were stroked and fucked at the same time. The bratty heiress pulled forcefully against the ropes holding her wrists and ankles together behind her back. Paris arched her back with her mouth wide open in laughter.
Paris: “Hahahaha!!! No!! Don’t do that! Please! Hahahahahaha!! Get away! Hahahahaha!!”
At that point, Nicky started to stir from the noise. She blinked her eyes to life and was startled with the situation she found her sister in. Nicky gasped when she saw Paris laughing hysterically while Simon fluttered his fingers across her shiny soles. And on top of that, Simon’s dick was wedged between her trapped feet. Paris’ wiggling and shifting around was enough to keep his cock stimulated as he focused on tormenting her.
Nicky: “What the hell are you doing with my sister?! Stop it, you fucking lunatic! We didn’t do anything to you!”
Simon gave Paris a rest and moved over behind Nicky. The spoiled brat pouted and fidgeted on the ground as Simon uncapped the oil and began lathering it onto her giant foot bottoms. Nicky scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. Simon told her, “You’re correct. Neither of you Hilton girls has ever done anything of consequence to me. However...you ARE a couple of rich, pretentious, and entitled celebrities WITH incredibly ticklish bodies. So THAT is why we are getting acquainted, sweetie. Now uncross your feet so I can enjoy them.”
Nicky scoffed and shook her head as she replied, “No way, loser! Leave me and my sister alone! I don’t want you doing anything with my feEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEET!!!”
Nicky bucked up and down on the floor and screamed in ticklish agony as Simon surprised her with a brutal foot tickling assault. He wiggled his fingers at a relentless pace as he covered her baby soft heels, all along her arches that stretched forever, and of course in the crevices and undersides of her extra long tootsies. Nicky’s mouth hung open with hearty laughter and she shifted her whole body with futile attempts to kick her restrained legs. Nicky’s large, bare soles were such easy targets, it wasn’t remotely fair.
Simon: “Aw, looks like you have quite the mouth for a young woman with such ticklish feet. What do you say now?”
Nicky tried to tell him he could, but getting words to come out was difficult. She ended up screaming, “Hahahaha!! Yes! Hahahahaha!! Yes, you can do it! Hahahahaha!! I’m sorry!”
Simon didn’t let up right away. He actually pried the toes back on her left foot and scratched the fingernails of his free hand along the supple base of them. Nicky thrashed from side to side and screamed for relief. Simon calmly asked her, “I can do what exactly, Princess?”
Nicky: “Hahahahaha!! You can fuck my feet! Hahahaha!! God, you’re so messed up! Hahahahahaha!! Why do you have to make me say it?!”
Nicky reluctantly relaxed her feet as soon as Simon’s tickles stopped. She felt his member slip between her arches and start to slide back and forth. Nicky grumbled with an extremely annoyed expression on her face as Simon began to thrust into the gap formed by her arches. It was degrading for sure, but at least it was tolerable. That was until Simon began using his fingers to tickle her oily, size 10.5 soles again. Nicky jumped right back into frantic laughter. Her feet spasmed about under his cruel scribbling as his nails raked her delectable soles.
Paris watched sympathetically as Simon had his way with her sister’s feet. Given their silver spoon lifestyle, neither of the bratty beauties had ever been so degraded. Nicky shook her head back and forth, whipping her blonde hair around as she did so. But eventually her turn subsided as Simon pulled away from her.
Now it was Paris’ turn again. She let out a defeated sigh as Simon returned. He slipped his cock back between her large soles. Easy he began pumping back and forth, Paris expected to feel his fingers again. But what she felt was even worse. The hellish feeling of dozens of bristles dragging across her right arch caused Paris to jolt and shudder with the realization of her pathetic vulnerability. The first swipe was just a teasing little introduction to one of Simon’s favorite tools. Paris shot a look back behind her to see what the hell had caused such a sensation along her foot.
Paris was shocked to see Simon holding a hairbrush. But as soon as she realized what he was holding, he began rubbing it up and down her right arch some more. Paris was seized with immediate belly laughter. Her pretty, pampered soles offered no defense against the stiff bristles of the hairbrush as it was dragged across her delicate skin. Paris writhed and twisted around on the floor. Her size 11 soles jumped and flailed behind her as she struggled to breath through her laughing fits.
Simon began rubbing the hairbrush across both of Paris’ shapely heels as he cupped the base of them with his free hand to help hold her feet together. Paris laughed and giggled like mad. The irony of her situation was the harder she squirmed and wiggled her feet, the more she inadvertently rubbed along Simon’s shaft. He loved the feeling of it. Her struggling and frantic energy was transferred into his pleasure. Paris felt like she was going insane as she felt Simon scrubbing the brush across her left sole now. She curled her impressively long toes and began crying with laughter, knowing full well she was powerless to stop it.
Paris finally felt some relief when Simon left her worn out and heaving for breath with her glistening foot bottoms dangling up in the air behind her. Nicky whined as Simon resumed his position behind her. Only now, he brought his hairbrush to test out on her feet. After he got comfortable with his dick between Nicky’s arches, he began scrubbing the hairbrush back and forth along her heels. He trailed it firmly across one heel and then sliding it seamlessly over the other. They were round and flawless, which helped the brush work wonders.
Simon scrubbed the hairbrush wildly across her trapped feet. Nicky let out forced laughter and strained against her bondage. Her huge feet slipped up and down Simon’s swollen shaft, despite her efforts to not get him off with a forced footjob. Nicky couldn’t help it though. The overwhelming sensations bombarded her senses and caused her feet to wiggle and squirm along his pulsing shaft.
Nicky was dying from laughter. Without a second thought, she desperately cried out, “Hahahahahaha!! Stop! Please stop! Hahhahaha!! I’ve never been tickled so bad! Hahahahaha!! Tickle Paris! Hahahaha!! Go back to her! Hahahahaha!! I need a break!”
Paris: “What the fuck, Nicky?! No! Don’t! Hey, don’t even think about it! Keep tickling her! She’s the bitch who deserves it! Nicky, you fucking slut! I’m going to kill you when this is over!”
Simon: “I have to say, girls...you two don’t seem to have the same sisterly connection the Olsen girls had. Didn’t take more than a little tickling to get you two to turn on each other.”
Paris about starting crying again when Simon showed back up behind her. She yelled back at him, “Ugh! Jesus fucking Christ, dude! Leave us alone! I’m going to tell my Daddy about this and he’ll sue you for everything you own for the way you’ve humiliated his daughters! You won’t have a dollar left to spend when he’s done with you!”
Simon loved teaching bratty Hollywood types a much needed lesson. He poised the hairbrush against Paris’ oily soles that seemed to stretch for miles. He told her, “Ready to laugh some more, sweetie?” Paris pursed her lips tightly with a scowl on her face and shook her head defiantly from side to side, bracing for what was surely to come next. But her faux tough demeanor quickly dissolved into girlish laughter as Simon began scrubbing the brush aggressively across the bottoms of her sensitive feet. Paris arched her back and let out a shrill scream and then a barrage of belly laughter. Her feet wagged and shifted this way and that as they aimlessly tried to dodge the cause of her suffering.
After wearing Paris down with several excruciating minutes of hairbrush tickling, Simon decided to put the brush down and hold the sides of her feet steady. He thrust his manhood back between her creamy arches as she laid there completely drained of energy. She panted for air and barely let out a disgruntled grunt when she felt him fucking her feet again. But what could she do? Her big feet were basically his to play with right now. And to make it worse, Simon began lightly tickling the outer edges of her arches and casually explored the base of her toes with his fingers as he was getting off to her feet. Paris giggled and laughed mildly at the irritating feeling.
It wasn’t too much longer before Simon began to gush his load onto Paris’ soles. She scoffed in disgust as warm shots were slung across her long arches. Simon let several blasts of his jizz land on Paris’ upturned feet. Then he quickly stood up and stepped behind Nicky. Thinking that she was in the clear, Nicky let out a bitchy sigh and rolled her eyes as Simon started jerking his shaft and splatting shots of cum onto her bound soles. He got out every last drop and wiped the last line of milky payoff on the soft pads below her toes.
Simon stepped back behind the camera and admired his two agitated, exhausted victims. They looked up at him with a mixture of humiliation and anger. Their huge soles were dripping with cum that was running down to their heels. He smiled and told them, “You know what comes now, right? Unless of course...you both want to go longer?”
Nicky grunted and gave her bondage a final, rage-filled tug to see if she could pull free. Paris blew a loose strand of hair from in front of her face and pouted. They both whispered to each other for a moment and then looked back at the camera having made up their minds.
Paris: “Fine, we’ll say it.”
The bikini-clad hotties looked up into the camera lens from their restricted hogtied positions on the floor. Together, they said, “We’re the Hilton sisters and now we’re Simon’s tickle toys.”
Simon: “Excellent, sweeties. You’re probably not used to being forced to do things you don’t want to, huh?”
Paris: “Whatever you fucking loser. We did what you wanted. Now come untie us. This is so not hot.”
Nicky: “Untie me first, you fucking creep. My sister can wait. I want to wash my feet ASAP because they have your disgusting jizz on them. Hurry up! We’re done here.”
Simon chuckled at the sisters as they still remained a little defiant. He walked over and knelt between them. Simon rolled Paris onto her left side and Nicky onto her right. He said, “Listen up, you little brats. We’re done when I say we’re done.”
And with that, Simon began giving each of them more tummy tickles. Both girls began laughing again as they whined about being tickled some more. Nicky thrashed and tried to roll away as Simon wiggled his fingers along her side. Paris pulled at her ropes and tried to crunch down as Simon tickled her belly and worked a finger playfully into her bellybutton.
April 30, 2020
Interview with Paris and Nicky Hilton backstage at fashion show
Los Angeles, California
Paris and Nicky looked at the agents with an almost condescending stare. Nicky checked the time on her phone and tapped her high heel impatiently.
Paris: “That’s all we can tell you. He tickled us after we said his little ‘confession’ into the camera like he wanted. Which was bullshit and so not fair. That lasted for maybe another fifteen minutes and then he left. Okay, that’s all we know. Now go out and find this asshole. Go do your jobs because I don’t want him getting anywhere near me again.”
The Hilton sister stood up and took their leave without saying anything else. Agents Henderson and Goff were left standing there a little dumbfounded. Goff finally said, “Geez, I kind of don’t feel bad at all for those two. Bickler might have been doing society a solid on that one.” Henderson slapped her with the case file and then they made their way back to the office.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Starring:
PARIS HILTON
NICKY HILTON
April 30, 2020
Interview with Paris and Nicky Hilton backstage at fashion show
Los Angeles, California
There were people rushing this way and that backstage at the fashion show put on by the Hilton sisters. They were promoting a new clothing line that was set to launch later that year. F.B.I. Agents Kelly Henderson and Ashley Goff waited patiently to meet with Paris and Nicky, who were currently seeing to matters concerning the show. Although they weren’t looking forward to re-visiting their ordeal, the two had agreed to be interviewed as soon as time allowed.
Once the show was winding down and the last models were prepped for their runway walk, Paris and Nicky met the agents in a back office area of the building. The sisters greeted the agents and sat down. The infamous duo had been the poster girls for the typical “Hollywood Wild Child” back in their youth. Coming from an elite family of power and extreme wealth, the two brats had viewed Beverly Hills as their own personal playground. Never in their wildest dreams did they consider they would one day fall victim to Simon Bicker, a.k.a. “The Celebrity Tickler”.
“Can we make this somewhat quick? We have an important meeting after our show,” Nicky asked impatiently.
The agents were a little taken aback by her tone. Most of the other victims they had interviewed had been fairly willing to sit down and answer the agents’ questions for as long as it took. Ashley replied, “I’m sorry. Are we holding you up? We just thought you might like to help aid us in this case so we can catch Mr. Bickler and get him back in a cell again. Figured you wouldn’t want to see anyone else go through what you and your sister had to. If you have other things you’d rather do...”
Paris: “Calm down, Ms. Agent. Nicky and I will talk with you. We want to see that asshole locked up for the rest of his life for what he did to us. When people talk about Paris Hilton, I want them to think...icon...style...status. But instead thanks to him, my name is always associated with...tickling.”
Nicky: “Ugh. It really freakin’ sucks. What do you need to know?”
15 YEARS EARLIER...
June 12, 2005
The Hilton Estate
Beverly Hills, California
The bright California sun was shining down on the Hilton estate. The vast backyard had a lavish oasis pool and a spectacular view. There were several lounge chairs spaced around the pool where the sisters and their guests could lay out by the poolside. Nicky Hilton was sprawled out on one such lounge chair. She had turned onto her stomach so her back could get an equal amount of attention from the beaming sun. The 21-year old heiress lay there peacefully with her head resting gently on her folded arms as she listened to the rhythmic sloshing of the water behind her. Nicky had on a skimpy light blue bikini. Her notably large, size 10.5 soles hung lazily off the end of the pool chair as she tanned her youthful skin. Her toenails were painted dark blue and the silver toe ring that hugged the second toe of her left foot glistened in the sun’s rays.
Nicky raised her head and pushed her sunglasses up when she heard Paris’ flip flops slapping on the cement as she returned with a small tray of drinks. Paris placed the tray down on the small table between their chairs that held their cell phones and tanning oil. Paris kicked off her sandals and resumed laying out under the hot sun next to her sister. The 24-year old Hollywood brat was rocking a bright pink bikini. Paris scooted her body down so that her feet also overhung the end of the chair and dangled freely. Her feet were even bigger than Nicky’s, which was really saying something. Paris despised how large her feet were...a whopping size 11! It certainly didn’t make it easy for her to find high heels when she shopped in designer clothing stores. Paris flexed and scrunched her toes playfully as she soaked up the warmth of the summer sun. She also had toe rings on. One on the second toe of her right foot and another on the fourth toe of her left foot. And of course she had painted her toenails pink to match her swimsuit.
The two sisters gossiped about all their most popular friends and acquaintances as they laid out by the pool. They giggled, sipped their drinks, and casually wiggled and crossed over their dangling soles. But then a dark shadow fell across their backs and the pool patio in front of them. The two Hilton daughters gasped and froze with fear. It was clearly the dark silhouette of a man standing behind them. But they could also make out that he was holding up a feather. Oh God, not him! Paralyzed with fear, the two ladies couldn’t believe their ears when he spoke. A deep voice uttered the words, “Goochie goochie goo girls...”
20 MINUTES LATER...
Paris groggily began to shake off the effects of the chloroform. She could hear a voice. Someone was laughing. It was her sister! Paris snapped out of the dreamlike daze and shook her head a little to clear her vision. She looked over and confirmed she had been correct about the noise. The intruder that had knocked them out with chloroform was now tormenting Nicky on the pool chair next to her. He was using his feather to wildly flick it in her armpits, alternating between each smooth, tan hollow every few seconds.
Nicky was twisting from side to side and laughing, but she had been tied down to the pool chair so she couldn’t move much. Paris soon discovered she too was tied in a similar fashion. The man must have bound them to their chairs while they were out cold. Both sisters had been rolled onto their backs and tied down with their arms outstretched over their heads. Their ankles had been roped down to the ends of the chairs. Outstretched on their sunbathing chairs with only their skimpy bikinis on didn’t leave much in the way of protection against the tickling fiend.
“Get away from my sister, you fucking creep!” Paris yelled.
The man was kneeling on the opposite side of Nicky as he feathered her armpits. He looked over at Paris but didn’t stop wafting the feather across her sister’s flawless pits. He calmly replied, “Oh I see you’ve decided to join us. What’s the matter, sweetie? Jealous that you aren’t getting a turn?”
Paris didn’t acknowledge the man’s taunt. She angrily exclaimed, “I know who you are! You’re Simon Bickler! That weird tickling guy that everyone is talking about on the news!”
Simon smiled wickedly as he continued to flick the feather in Nicky’s deep armpits. He said, “That’s right. So I guess there’s no need for an introduction since you girls already know what you’re in for. And if you’ve been watching the news coverage of me, then you most certainly know that the authorities are dumbfounded on how to catch me. Which means I have this entire sunny afternoon to spend with you and your sister. You’ll be my play things.”
Paris became extremely agitated as she heard Simon’s plans for them. She growled in frustration and thrashed desperately trying to slip out of her ropes. Simon eagerly left Nicky alone and went over to Paris’ side. He knelt down and Paris looked over at him anxiously. She looked speechless as he waved the feather near her for her to see.
Paris: “Don’t you dare! Do you have any idea who our father is?! The connections he has?! You’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you so much as touch me!”
Paris grimaced and tensed her entire body when she felt Simon’s dreaded feather playfully licking in her left armpit. The tip wiggled and wagged sporadically, causing her to let out little titters of noise. Paris gripped the top of the reclined pool chair and kicked her legs impatiently as she waited for her turn to end. But Simon had all afternoon to spend with them and he was going to take his sweet time finding out exactly what made each of them squirm.
Simon: “I thought your sister had pretty ticklish pits, but I dare say you might be even more sensitive under your arms than she is. You’re putting on a good poker face, but I can tell this is really bothering you.”
Paris: “Teee...heee...I’m fine...really...teehee...this...is...hee hee...nothing.”
“Oh well if it’s nothing, then let’s try this,” Simon said as he put his feather down and grabbed the girls’ nearby suntan oil from the center table. He poured it on one palm and then rubbed his hands together. Paris didn’t look so tough as Simon wiped his slippery hands along her bare underarms. He could feel how incredibly smooth they were. She must have had them freshly waxed.
Once they were glistening in the sunlight, Simon attacked them mercilessly. Paris braced for the terrible feeling but was overwhelmed almost immediately. The blonde brat jolted as she erupted with laughter. The wiggling fingers stroked her slippery hollows rapidly as she shouted and laughed frantically. Paris tucked her chin down and tried to pull her arms down as hard as she could. But her armpits were stretched out and easy targets whether she liked it or not. Paris could only open her mouth wide and laugh like crazy in response.
Simon slid his fingers around in her slick pits with an unquenchable thirst for hearing a woman’s laughter. And then Nicky’s heart about stopped when Simon picked up the suntan oil and came over to her. As he slathered her underarms with oil as well, Nicky nervously asked, “Is...is this...maybe something that could be stopped with...money? We could get you a lot! Yeah, a lot of money! That sounds goo-good, right? Hey come on, we can come to some s-sort of agreement, can’t we?”
Nicky came to life as Simon began working his fingers into her oily hollows. The blonde bimbo begged and shook back and forth as she felt unrelenting fingertips rubbing the ultra-sensitive areas. Simon didn’t let up. As Nicky’s panicked screams grew louder, Simon continued to rub his thumbs in small circles in the bratty heiress’ underarms. Nicky also tucked her chin and tried to bring her elbows down and inward to protect herself. But it was useless. The ropes held her armpits wide open regardless of her efforts. Now, Nicky was practically drooling she was hissing giggles so much.
Simon: “You know, I changed my mind again. Nicky DEFINITELY has the more ticklish armpits.”
Paris felt awful hearing her younger sister suffer next to her. She glanced over at the table where their cell phones were. Paris tried rolling to her right side as much as she could, but it was quickly evident that she would never be able to reach her phone. It might as well have been a mile away. Paris pouted at the realization. She would have killed to be able to send off a quick text and get help coming.
Paris looked back over at Nicky, who was now having her upper body and tummy smeared with the tanning oil. Nicky whimpered as she looked down at her now shiny body. And in true Paris fashion, she looked over at Nicky with concern but was secretly glad Simon’s attention wasn’t on her. She knew she had to work fast if she wanted work her hands free and escape.
While Paris was busy tugging on her bonds, Nicky exploded back into laughter as Simon crawled his wriggling fingertips across her bare sides and ribcage. The barely-there bikini offered no protection while she thrashed and bucked on the pool chair. The spoiled blonde brat wasn’t accustomed to men tickling all over her lean body as they pleased. The scurrying fingers trailed up and down her slender sides. Nicky screamed and begged, but no break came.
Paris: “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US! PLEASE! CALL THE COPS!”
Simon: “Oh there’s no point in that, Ms. Hilton. You’re home here is to private for anyone to hear. You’re just shouting at the hillside.”
Paris: “Oh God, why are you doing this?! Why us?! Please just let us go!”
Simon dug his hands into Nicky’s lower obliques and vibrated them mercilessly. Nicky tried to sit up suddenly as she tossed from side to side, but her wrist ropes held her back. Her laughter was that of pure desperation. While Simon continued to torment Nicky, he responded to Paris, “Why you two? Believe it or not, you two are the second pair of siblings I’ve tickled. First I had the Olsen Twins and now I have the wild and rowdy Hilton sisters hahaha! There’s just something about tickling sisters, isn’t there? It’s so much fun finding out if you have the same ticklish spots or even if one is far more ticklish than the other. Speaking of which, let’s oil that pretty tummy of yours up.”
Paris scoffed with despair as Simon left her sister alone and grabbed the tanning oil. He drizzled dots of it down onto her flat stomach as she whimpered. Simon rubbed it in and then straddled Paris’ upper legs. The Hollywood party chick pouted and begged as he slowly tugged down her bikini bottom slightly, revealing even more of her hips and lower tummy region. Paris’ skin was more pale where her bikini usually covered while she laid out by the pool.
Simon gripped Paris’ sides and began massaging his thumbs into her slippery hip sockets. Paris tensed and melted into adorable giggles as she squirmed about. She quickly found her mobility was much more restricted with Simon sitting on her thighs. Paris tried bucking him off, but her slender frame wasn’t anywhere near strong enough to throw off a grown man. All she could do was lie there and laugh while Simon danced his fingers across her toned tummy. Paris’ laughing surged as he began skittering his hands over her trembling belly and up her slender sides.
Paris: “Aaaahahahahaha!! Get off of me! Hahahahaha! Oh fuck! Stop! Hahahahaha! Don’t touch me! Gaaaahahahahaha!”
Simon rode Paris’ thighs for a while longer as he rolled his thumbs mercilessly in her hip creases and listened to her beg. Then he moved off and knelt between the snobby sisters. He placed a hand on each of their tummies and crawled his wiggling fingers across their slippery bellies. They thrashed and turned away with giggles and laughter. He could feel each of their slender torsos trembling as he rubbed his fingertips freely over their oiled stomachs and even dipped down into their adorable little innies.
After being tied down and tickled on their oiled-up bodies for a while, the Hilton sisters were done. The hot sun beating down on them while they were being forced to squirm around and laugh was causing their sweaty hair to stick to their foreheads and the sides of their cheeks. Paris and Nicky’s cheeks were flushed and their bodies were slightly sweaty. They laid there on the pool chairs exhausted already as Simon prepared a rag by soaking it in chloroform.
Simon: “Night night, ladies. When you wake up, it’ll be time to give those huge feet of yours some attention...”
Paris and Nicky mustered up the energy to raise their heads up and yell at Simon. Each of them tried to turn their head away and hold their breath as he came up and smothered their faces with the rag. But they couldn’t hold out forever and quickly succumbed to the effects of the chloroform.
20 MINUTES LATER...
Paris started to come to. Her head seas spinning as she started to realize she was regaining consciousness. The air felt much cooler and she could tell she was on her stomach now. Was she inside her house now? Yes, that was it. She could begin to make out the living room furniture through her blurred vision. As Paris started to get more with it, she could sense a warm lubricant being rubbed onto her soles. After a moment of confusion, Paris quickly thought to herself, “Ugh! More oil?! Oh great, now my feet are slippery. God, just please let this asshole be done soon!”
Paris started to whimper and move her body as she awoke fully. But she soon learned she was bound in a strict hogtie on the living room floor now. She looked over and saw Nicky tied in a similar position next to her but still passed out. Simon must have carried them both inside and re-tied them like this.
Simon continued rubbing in the oil all over Paris’ feet, making sure to smear it along every curve and between each of her long toes. As he did that, Paris tried to wake her sister. She shouted at Nicky, urging her to open her eyes and try to get free if she could. But Nicky lay there motionless unable to help. Paris looked around some more and noticed a camera had been set up in front of her and her sister. No doubt it was for their final “confession” just like she had seen other celebrities do.
When Paris felt Simon had stopped spreading the oil over her soles, she tensed and held her breath as she waited for the horrible moment when he would start tickling her. But instead, Paris felt a strange sensation. A firm, throbbing penis slipped right into the gap between her long arches and began pumping back and forth. Paris gasped and whipped her head around to get a look. Sure enough, Simon was kneeling behind her and thrusting his manhood in and out between her big peds. The oil helped him glide effortlessly against her arches, despite Paris clenching her feet down and trying to squeeze them shut.
Paris: “Oh my God! I can’t believe you right now! That is so not hot, dude! Stay away from my feet or I’ll Hahahahahaha!!!”
Paris burst into laughter as Simon reached down and began gliding his fingertips rapidly over her upturned soles. Paris’ slippery, humungous size 11 feet were jerking, twitching, and shaking with laughter as they were stroked and fucked at the same time. The bratty heiress pulled forcefully against the ropes holding her wrists and ankles together behind her back. Paris arched her back with her mouth wide open in laughter.
Paris: “Hahahaha!!! No!! Don’t do that! Please! Hahahahahaha!! Get away! Hahahahaha!!”
At that point, Nicky started to stir from the noise. She blinked her eyes to life and was startled with the situation she found her sister in. Nicky gasped when she saw Paris laughing hysterically while Simon fluttered his fingers across her shiny soles. And on top of that, Simon’s dick was wedged between her trapped feet. Paris’ wiggling and shifting around was enough to keep his cock stimulated as he focused on tormenting her.
Nicky: “What the hell are you doing with my sister?! Stop it, you fucking lunatic! We didn’t do anything to you!”
Simon gave Paris a rest and moved over behind Nicky. The spoiled brat pouted and fidgeted on the ground as Simon uncapped the oil and began lathering it onto her giant foot bottoms. Nicky scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. Simon told her, “You’re correct. Neither of you Hilton girls has ever done anything of consequence to me. However...you ARE a couple of rich, pretentious, and entitled celebrities WITH incredibly ticklish bodies. So THAT is why we are getting acquainted, sweetie. Now uncross your feet so I can enjoy them.”
Nicky scoffed and shook her head as she replied, “No way, loser! Leave me and my sister alone! I don’t want you doing anything with my feEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEET!!!”
Nicky bucked up and down on the floor and screamed in ticklish agony as Simon surprised her with a brutal foot tickling assault. He wiggled his fingers at a relentless pace as he covered her baby soft heels, all along her arches that stretched forever, and of course in the crevices and undersides of her extra long tootsies. Nicky’s mouth hung open with hearty laughter and she shifted her whole body with futile attempts to kick her restrained legs. Nicky’s large, bare soles were such easy targets, it wasn’t remotely fair.
Simon: “Aw, looks like you have quite the mouth for a young woman with such ticklish feet. What do you say now?”
Nicky tried to tell him he could, but getting words to come out was difficult. She ended up screaming, “Hahahaha!! Yes! Hahahahaha!! Yes, you can do it! Hahahahaha!! I’m sorry!”
Simon didn’t let up right away. He actually pried the toes back on her left foot and scratched the fingernails of his free hand along the supple base of them. Nicky thrashed from side to side and screamed for relief. Simon calmly asked her, “I can do what exactly, Princess?”
Nicky: “Hahahahaha!! You can fuck my feet! Hahahaha!! God, you’re so messed up! Hahahahahaha!! Why do you have to make me say it?!”
Nicky reluctantly relaxed her feet as soon as Simon’s tickles stopped. She felt his member slip between her arches and start to slide back and forth. Nicky grumbled with an extremely annoyed expression on her face as Simon began to thrust into the gap formed by her arches. It was degrading for sure, but at least it was tolerable. That was until Simon began using his fingers to tickle her oily, size 10.5 soles again. Nicky jumped right back into frantic laughter. Her feet spasmed about under his cruel scribbling as his nails raked her delectable soles.
Paris watched sympathetically as Simon had his way with her sister’s feet. Given their silver spoon lifestyle, neither of the bratty beauties had ever been so degraded. Nicky shook her head back and forth, whipping her blonde hair around as she did so. But eventually her turn subsided as Simon pulled away from her.
Now it was Paris’ turn again. She let out a defeated sigh as Simon returned. He slipped his cock back between her large soles. Easy he began pumping back and forth, Paris expected to feel his fingers again. But what she felt was even worse. The hellish feeling of dozens of bristles dragging across her right arch caused Paris to jolt and shudder with the realization of her pathetic vulnerability. The first swipe was just a teasing little introduction to one of Simon’s favorite tools. Paris shot a look back behind her to see what the hell had caused such a sensation along her foot.
Paris was shocked to see Simon holding a hairbrush. But as soon as she realized what he was holding, he began rubbing it up and down her right arch some more. Paris was seized with immediate belly laughter. Her pretty, pampered soles offered no defense against the stiff bristles of the hairbrush as it was dragged across her delicate skin. Paris writhed and twisted around on the floor. Her size 11 soles jumped and flailed behind her as she struggled to breath through her laughing fits.
Simon began rubbing the hairbrush across both of Paris’ shapely heels as he cupped the base of them with his free hand to help hold her feet together. Paris laughed and giggled like mad. The irony of her situation was the harder she squirmed and wiggled her feet, the more she inadvertently rubbed along Simon’s shaft. He loved the feeling of it. Her struggling and frantic energy was transferred into his pleasure. Paris felt like she was going insane as she felt Simon scrubbing the brush across her left sole now. She curled her impressively long toes and began crying with laughter, knowing full well she was powerless to stop it.
Paris finally felt some relief when Simon left her worn out and heaving for breath with her glistening foot bottoms dangling up in the air behind her. Nicky whined as Simon resumed his position behind her. Only now, he brought his hairbrush to test out on her feet. After he got comfortable with his dick between Nicky’s arches, he began scrubbing the hairbrush back and forth along her heels. He trailed it firmly across one heel and then sliding it seamlessly over the other. They were round and flawless, which helped the brush work wonders.
Simon scrubbed the hairbrush wildly across her trapped feet. Nicky let out forced laughter and strained against her bondage. Her huge feet slipped up and down Simon’s swollen shaft, despite her efforts to not get him off with a forced footjob. Nicky couldn’t help it though. The overwhelming sensations bombarded her senses and caused her feet to wiggle and squirm along his pulsing shaft.
Nicky was dying from laughter. Without a second thought, she desperately cried out, “Hahahahahaha!! Stop! Please stop! Hahhahaha!! I’ve never been tickled so bad! Hahahahaha!! Tickle Paris! Hahahaha!! Go back to her! Hahahahaha!! I need a break!”
Paris: “What the fuck, Nicky?! No! Don’t! Hey, don’t even think about it! Keep tickling her! She’s the bitch who deserves it! Nicky, you fucking slut! I’m going to kill you when this is over!”
Simon: “I have to say, girls...you two don’t seem to have the same sisterly connection the Olsen girls had. Didn’t take more than a little tickling to get you two to turn on each other.”
Paris about starting crying again when Simon showed back up behind her. She yelled back at him, “Ugh! Jesus fucking Christ, dude! Leave us alone! I’m going to tell my Daddy about this and he’ll sue you for everything you own for the way you’ve humiliated his daughters! You won’t have a dollar left to spend when he’s done with you!”
Simon loved teaching bratty Hollywood types a much needed lesson. He poised the hairbrush against Paris’ oily soles that seemed to stretch for miles. He told her, “Ready to laugh some more, sweetie?” Paris pursed her lips tightly with a scowl on her face and shook her head defiantly from side to side, bracing for what was surely to come next. But her faux tough demeanor quickly dissolved into girlish laughter as Simon began scrubbing the brush aggressively across the bottoms of her sensitive feet. Paris arched her back and let out a shrill scream and then a barrage of belly laughter. Her feet wagged and shifted this way and that as they aimlessly tried to dodge the cause of her suffering.
After wearing Paris down with several excruciating minutes of hairbrush tickling, Simon decided to put the brush down and hold the sides of her feet steady. He thrust his manhood back between her creamy arches as she laid there completely drained of energy. She panted for air and barely let out a disgruntled grunt when she felt him fucking her feet again. But what could she do? Her big feet were basically his to play with right now. And to make it worse, Simon began lightly tickling the outer edges of her arches and casually explored the base of her toes with his fingers as he was getting off to her feet. Paris giggled and laughed mildly at the irritating feeling.
It wasn’t too much longer before Simon began to gush his load onto Paris’ soles. She scoffed in disgust as warm shots were slung across her long arches. Simon let several blasts of his jizz land on Paris’ upturned feet. Then he quickly stood up and stepped behind Nicky. Thinking that she was in the clear, Nicky let out a bitchy sigh and rolled her eyes as Simon started jerking his shaft and splatting shots of cum onto her bound soles. He got out every last drop and wiped the last line of milky payoff on the soft pads below her toes.
Simon stepped back behind the camera and admired his two agitated, exhausted victims. They looked up at him with a mixture of humiliation and anger. Their huge soles were dripping with cum that was running down to their heels. He smiled and told them, “You know what comes now, right? Unless of course...you both want to go longer?”
Nicky grunted and gave her bondage a final, rage-filled tug to see if she could pull free. Paris blew a loose strand of hair from in front of her face and pouted. They both whispered to each other for a moment and then looked back at the camera having made up their minds.
Paris: “Fine, we’ll say it.”
The bikini-clad hotties looked up into the camera lens from their restricted hogtied positions on the floor. Together, they said, “We’re the Hilton sisters and now we’re Simon’s tickle toys.”
Simon: “Excellent, sweeties. You’re probably not used to being forced to do things you don’t want to, huh?”
Paris: “Whatever you fucking loser. We did what you wanted. Now come untie us. This is so not hot.”
Nicky: “Untie me first, you fucking creep. My sister can wait. I want to wash my feet ASAP because they have your disgusting jizz on them. Hurry up! We’re done here.”
Simon chuckled at the sisters as they still remained a little defiant. He walked over and knelt between them. Simon rolled Paris onto her left side and Nicky onto her right. He said, “Listen up, you little brats. We’re done when I say we’re done.”
And with that, Simon began giving each of them more tummy tickles. Both girls began laughing again as they whined about being tickled some more. Nicky thrashed and tried to roll away as Simon wiggled his fingers along her side. Paris pulled at her ropes and tried to crunch down as Simon tickled her belly and worked a finger playfully into her bellybutton.
April 30, 2020
Interview with Paris and Nicky Hilton backstage at fashion show
Los Angeles, California
Paris and Nicky looked at the agents with an almost condescending stare. Nicky checked the time on her phone and tapped her high heel impatiently.
Paris: “That’s all we can tell you. He tickled us after we said his little ‘confession’ into the camera like he wanted. Which was bullshit and so not fair. That lasted for maybe another fifteen minutes and then he left. Okay, that’s all we know. Now go out and find this asshole. Go do your jobs because I don’t want him getting anywhere near me again.”
The Hilton sister stood up and took their leave without saying anything else. Agents Henderson and Goff were left standing there a little dumbfounded. Goff finally said, “Geez, I kind of don’t feel bad at all for those two. Bickler might have been doing society a solid on that one.” Henderson slapped her with the case file and then they made their way back to the office.
TO BE CONTINUED...
This is a fine series. 
