laughter_n_love
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Summer put her hands on the backs of her hips and stretched, straining to loosen the aching muscles along her spine. She was aware of how this movement caused the little tank top she wore to rise up along her midsection, revealing an inch or two of her tanned torso, and how it forced her ample chest to thrust forward almost to the point of breaking free of the fabric. This was no accident. She knew what she was doing. The eyes of the many male customers of the restaurant were all suddenly focused on her, as she had hoped. At 18, one didn't become a Hooters girl if one didn't like the attention of males, and Summer LOVED the attention. She could just as easily have done her stretching in the back, but what fun would that have been?
The 4 inch heels she was forced to wear always did a number on her back, making her feel like she needed a chiropractic adjustment after every shift. Although they had the benefit of making her legs look like they went on forever, they were completely impractical for the job. They weren't exactly comfortable on her feet either. Kicking them off would be the first order of business when she got home, but she just couldn't wait until then. While she waited for an order of buffalo wings to come out, she slipped one foot out of her shoe and rubbed it along the top of the other, enjoying the freedom and stimulation of this simple pleasure. The eyes of the patrons were still on her, but now they were checking out her long legs and painted toenails, so she repeated the motion with the other foot. Summer giggled to herself; men were so easy to tease.
The order came up and she sauntered her way over to the table where three 20-something year old men anxiously awaited her. She couldn't tell if they drooling over the beer and wings on her tray or her sinful body, but they didn't look all that hungry or thirsty. This was actually their second order of wings, and their sixth round of drinks, and Summer was beginning to worry they were a bit drunk.
"Hey Baby!" one of them said as he blatantly eyed her up and down. "Welcome back!"
"We missed you, Sugar!" said another, winking at her. The third was staring at her ass in the tight orange shorts she wore as part of the uniform.
This was the only problem with working at Hooters. Men sometimes forgot they weren't in a strip club, especially when they were drinking heavily. These boys were dangerously close to getting out of line to the point that one of the bouncers would have to speak with them.
"I didn't forget about you," Summer said with a smile. Most of the customers understood the rules, but it was guys like these that made her skin crawl. She usually stuck around the tables, being friendly in a flirtatious sort of way, but these boys had looked like trouble since they walked in, and they were drinking too fast. There had not been nor would there be any flirting with them. Soon they'd be served and she could get back to her more pleasant customers.
As she reached across the table to serve one of the beers, the man closest to her dragged his fingernail along her arm and into her underarm. Summer yelped and nearly dropped the beer.
"Hey!" she said, loud enough that she hoped the bouncer would hear. "No touching!"
"What do you mean, no touching?" said the man on her other side. He slipped his hands under her shirt from behind and dug his fingers into her sides, tickling her. Summer dissolved into giggles and lost the ability to stand. She crumpled to the floor, still being tickled, as the remaining contents of her tray came crashing down around her.
In a flash, she heard commotion above her. The tickling of her sides stopped, and she looked up, expecting to see the bouncers tossing the boys out. What she saw surprised her instead.
Trevor was like one of many of the customers that was a regular at Hooters. Mid 30's, single, overweight and balding, withdrawn and nerdy. For him and guys like him, coming to Hooters was tantamount to a night out with a beautiful woman. The girls were nice to him, flirted with him, made him feel good about himself. They led him on to believe that he actually had a shot with them, which of course he didn't. It was the closest he would come to having sex, unless the times he spent at home alone dreaming of these girls could be considered sex. He came in at least twice a week, sometimes more. He knew all the girls by name, and they all knew him as well. Summer had never thought much of him other than that, until now.
Two of the boys that had been harassing her were staring on in total fear. The third boy, the one who had tickled her sides, was struggling for air. Trevor had both his hands locked around the boy's throat and was squeezing the life out of him. The look on Trevor's face was one of composed rage. This was a man who had been bullied all his life by the in-crowd, had endured a lifetime of being left out, had spent his 34 years watching others live the life he yearned for, and he'd had enough. This restaurant was the one place that he could come to forget the reality that was his miserable life and be happy, and there was no way he was going to let punks like these ruin that for him. They weren't going to put their hands on his girls. No goddamn way.
Summer stared in wonder as Trevor showed a strength she could not have imagined he possessed. The boy he was strangling was turning blue as he struggled in vain to pry Trevor's hands from his windpipe. One of the others came to his senses, seeing his friend slowly dying before him, and leapt to try and pull Trevor off. Trevor could not be budged. These boys were typical of males their age, into weightlifting and machismo, and they could do nothing against the soft looking Trevor. If the bouncers hadn't arrived when they did, Summer was convinced that he would have killed the boy on the spot.
The moments that followed were a jumbled mess of confusing voices and images. A few of the other girls were helping Summer up and asking if she was okay, while others were bending over to clean up the mess on the floor. The bouncers were quickly escorting the boys out the door, and one was calmly telling Trevor that he too would have to leave. Amid the chaos, Summer managed to catch the attention of manager and convince him to let Trevor stay. He had only been protecting her and should not be punished for that.
Soon order was restored, and it was if nothing had happened. Summer had straightened up and composed herself, the boys had been removed, and the restaurant floor had been cleaned. The manager was talking with Trevor, thanking him for his help and telling him that his dinner and drinks were on the house. Summer waited until they were done talking before approaching her savior.
"Thank you so much for helping me Trevor," she said with a heartfelt smile.
Trevor was back to being meek again, with no traces remaining of the flash of fury he'd just exhibited. He blushed and lowered his eyes. Summer was leaning by his side, very close to him.
"Awwww, that's okay Summer. They shouldn't be putting their hands on you." His voice trembled a bit when he spoke.
"No they shouldn't," Summer agreed, noticing not for the first time that Trevor wore too much Old Spice. "Jerks. I would have been fine if they hadn't tickled me."
Summer failed to notice the way Trevor started a bit when she said this. "I saw that," he said. "You must be ticklish." Summer blushed at his words, and made the mistake of again failing to notice how intent he was on her response.
She could not hide her embarrassment. "I'm wicked ticklish. I lose all control when I'm tickled." This was an understatement, and such an admission did not come easily. Summer normally went out of her way to hide her extreme ticklishness. She never knew when someone might decide to use this information against her, and always assumed the worst. But Trevor was different. He was a nice guy who respected her, and he knew the rules. Besides, tonight he was her hero.
Trevor felt the blood rushing to his groin. It was bad enough that she was almost uncomfortably close to him, or that her long dark hair smelled like strawberries and champagne, or that her boobs were practically falling out of her tank top, but to hear that she was ticklish was just too much. Trevor resisted the urge to repeat the very same offense that had caused him to nearly choke another man to death. He felt he could die happy if he could only tickle her for himself.
Maybe it was the way she was smiling coyly at him. Or maybe it was the knowledge that she would be ticklish putty in his hands. Or maybe it was the residual effects from his brush with chivalry just moments ago. Whatever it was, Trevor was feeling uncharacteristically bold tonight. "Uh...Summer? Uh...can I...uh...ask you something?"
"Sure Trevor, you can ask me anything you like." Summer was glad that he hadn't lingered on the subject of her ticklishness. Little did she know.
"Ahhh...ummm...do you think...uh...maybe...could I call you sometime?" What was bold for Trevor was downright timid for most.
Summer reddened again and resisted the urge to laugh. Instead she smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry Trevor. Thank you, but I don't think so." Poor guy. He meant well. She hated to turn him down after he'd saved her, but please, he was nearly twice her age. Plus, he wasn't exactly her type. He wasn't exactly any woman's type. "How about a kiss instead?" Without waiting for an answer, she leaned into him and planted a big red kiss on his cheek. This was against the rules, but he deserved something. She laughed as her lipstick left a print on his face. "Let me get that for you," she said, licking a napkin and wiping it off. She thought she was being more than reciprocal for his good deed with her kindness and flirtations.
Trevor didn't see things that way. In fact, he didn't see things that way at all. It had taken a lot for him to ask for her number, and she hadn't even considered it. Instead she was mocking him with her kiss and her false attention. That was for the other customers, not for him. Not tonight, anyway. He'd stood up for her tonight. He'd done a good thing. He deserved better than this. The rage he'd felt when he'd watched the boy put his hands on Summer slowly returned, except now it was not directed at any punk boy. Her refusal to even consider his offer was insulting. Insulting to the point of embarrassing. He'd been insulted and embarrassed enough in his life. He was done being treated like that.
Summer noticed that he didn't seem all that thrilled with her kiss. He'd gone very quickly from shy to stone cold, and it was more than just a little unsettling. Smiling awkwardly at him, she thanked him again for saving her and walked away, hoping that she had adequately repaid him for his act of kindness. When she peeked back over her shoulder to see if he was watching her, she saw that he was already on his feet and headed out the door. She shrugged. What did he really expect, her to sleep with him or something? She put it out of her mind and headed off to be cheerful and teasing to a new table of businessmen that had just walked in.
*******
1 AM never seemed like it was going to arrive, and yet it always did. Summer tiredly said goodnight to the cook who was tasked with closing the place and the other girl who was still on, and headed out to her car. The parking lot behind Hooters was poorly lit, but it was close enough to the building that she never worried too much about walking out alone. Her house was close by, and she was looking forward to crawling into her own bed soon. Her parents were gone on vacation for the week, so the house would be all hers. She had plans of long hours spent tanning by the pool, having her girlfriends over for drinks, assuming they could get someone to buy them the alcohol, and partying it up on the nights she didn't have to work. It was going to be a fantastic week.
She was searching for her keys and going over the list in her head of which friends to invite over tomorrow when a person snuck out of the shadows behind her and put a hand over her mouth. A fear like she had never before experienced gripped her heart. She froze in place, like a deer caught in the headlights, as her brain short circuited and her muscles refused to react. She was too terrified to even scream. Suddenly, the world swam in front of her, and the last thing she remembered before she blacked out was the distinct smell of Old Spice aftershave.
*******
Summer awoke in darkness, confused and disoriented. Her head felt thick and groggy, and her mouth felt dry and sore. As her senses returned to her, she quickly realized that her eyes were covered by some kind of blindfold, and her mouth was filled with a cloth gag. In a panic, she reached to removed them, and winced as sharp metal, handcuffs probably, bit into the flesh of her wrists. She was flat on her back, on a mattress it felt like, with her arms chained up over her head. She found to her dismay that her ankles were lashed as well with something strong to what felt like the bars of a brass footboard. She tried to scream, but only muffled, pitiful sounds came out. A frantic struggle for escape only succeeded in increasing her heart rate and causing her to break out into a full body sweat. As the chilled air reached her now sweaty body, she came to the realization that she was naked as well. With a moan of despair, she cried into her blindfold and fought off the urge to faint again. The terror she felt defied description.
"Hello Clarice," a male voice said from so close beside her she could feel breath on her face. Summer screamed and nearly bolted out of her skin at the sound. She had not known someone was so near, much less in her presence at all.
The voice chuckled. "That's from Silence of the Lambs. I love that movie." Summer's horror intensified as she recognized the voice. Trevor!
"Mmmmffgg mmgghfmm Mmmffgghh!"
"What's that? You want to give me another kiss?" Trevor chuckled again. "How about I give you one this time?"
Summer's skin crawled as she felt lips encircle her breast and a tongue tease her nipple. A rough, inexperienced hand awkwardly fondled the other.
"MMMMmmmmggghhh! MMmmgggmmfffggh mmmgghhmmgh!" Summer lurched in her bonds, desperate to get this pervert off her. Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure someone would hear it and come to her rescue any moment now.
Trevor laughed. "Scream all you want, Summer. No one is going to hear you." The girl's cries turned to sobs as she accepted his words as truth.
Why was he doing this to her? What had she done to deserve this? Turned down a date? Hadn't she always been nice to him? Hadn't she thanked him properly?
"You are probably wondering why I've brought you here, and what I'm going to do to you," he said, echoing her thoughts. "I've brought you here because you've teased your last customer." Summer began to shake her head in denial.
"Stop!" he screamed at her, and she froze. "Don't try to tell me that you don't! I know what I see!" The blindfold Summer wore was quickly growing wet from her tears.
Thankfully, he was calming. "I see the way you flash your boobs," he said, pinching her nipple. "I see the way you flaunt your legs," he said, pinch tickling her knee. "I even see the way you tease with your feet," he said, grabbing and wiggling her big toes, which were tied together. With each of his unexpected grabs, Summer squeaked and jumped. This was torture. Mental torture. She couldn't see where he would touch her next, nor could she do anything to stop it even if she could. She was completely at his mercy. He could touch her anywhere he liked...anywhere.
Trevor continued, "Tonight I saved you from some creeps, and what did I get in return? The number I asked for? Noooooo. I got more teasing." Summer wailed into her gag, hearing the truth in his words, but not wanting to believe it just the same. "Fortunately, you shared a bit of information with me before stomping on my heart. Do you remember what you told me?"
Summer's heart leapt in her chest. She knew only too well what he was talking about. This was madness. He couldn't possibly do that to her. Not like this, not tied up and naked. He wouldn't dare tickle her like this.
Trevor was whispering in her ear. "You told me you were tic-kl-ish..." Summer felt fingertips tracing light circle around the exposed hollows of her underarms. She bucked and tried to turn away from the fingers. Trevor used his weight to hold her steady, while his fingertips continued to maddeningly explore the edges of her underarms. Summer had no defense other than to burst into girlish giggles. Her underarms were ultra sensitive, and what Trevor was doing was torturous in that he was holding back from really letting her have it.
"Tickle tickle tickle," Trevor taunted. "Summer is a ticklish widdle girly."
The tickle talk seemed to intensify her sensitivity. She was desperate to roll over or lower her arms. He was driving her crazy, just circling around and around the center of her underarms. She wanted to scream at him to get it over with already, but the gag made that impossible. The giggles continued to bubble out of her with every light stroke of his fingertips.
"Such a ticklish widdle girly. So yummy. So ticklish."
Summer was already growing desperate, and he was barely tickling her. Before she lost it completely, she had to try to appeal to his rational side one more time.
"Mmmpphhhhmmgggh! Mmggpphmm mmppphhhggmmhh!"
"What's that? You want me to tickle your titties? Okay, if you insist."
Summer lurched in her bonds as she felt his fingertips drift from teasing her underarms to waltz and jitterbug over the fleshy mounds of her boobs. No one had ever tickled her tits before, but she wasn't surprised to find they were as ridiculously ticklish as the rest of her. She could feel her chest jiggling under his rapidly moving fingers, and her laughter escalated under this new torture.
"Oooooh, Summer has ticklish titties too!" From the sound of Trevor's voice, he was quite enjoying himself.
Summer squirmed and thrashed as much as Trevor and her bonds would allow. There was very little wiggle room for her to escape from his determined fingers. The tickling sensations were slowly taking over her brain, robbing her of the ability to do anything but laugh. One of the few thoughts that managed to wedge it's way into her tortured brain was to wonder how long he would tickle her like this.
"Let's see where else Summer is ticklish, shall we?" Trevor asked. She shook her head "no" even as his fingers found their way back to her underarms, only this time they plunged right into the warm centers. Summer screeched as unbearable ticklish sensations raced up her spinal column and slammed into her brain. Her body trembled under the sustained torture, and her laughter rose to yet another pitch of desperation. She was amazed that she was able to breath and scream and laugh all at the same time while her mouth was full of cloth gag.
"Tickle tickle tickle! Tickle tickle tickle!" Trevor's rapid taunting matched the pace of his flying fingertips. Summer's golden body was shining beautifully under a thin layer of sweat, and her bouncing and wiggling was only adding to his tickle lust. Tickling her was even better than he imagined it would be. She was indeed 'wicked ticklish', and so helpless to boot. And he hadn't even gotten to some of her good parts yet.
"Break time!" Trevor announced, and immediately the tickle onslaught came to an abrupt end. Summer slumped back and fought to recover her breath, thankful to not feel his fingers anywhere on her body at the moment. As she had no way of knowing how long he intended to torture her like this, she also couldn't possibly know how long this break might last. She wanted to take full advantage of the time he was giving her, but her brain refused to calm. She was tormented with what he might do to her next. Somehow the anticipation of more tickling was as bad as the tickling itself. She only hoped he wouldn't discover the one tickle spot that would drive her insane.
"Break's over!" Trevor announced all too quickly. His words were punctuated by scrabbling all ten of his fingernails over the naked soles of her bound feet. Summer screamed long and loud in sheer surprise before quickly turning to throaty cackling. Her feet were unbearably ticklish. This was too much. Her body spasmed as her brain misfired and sent conflicting signals to her muscles. Her legs strained and quickly tired as she fought to pull her feet out of danger. She wouldn't be able to take much of this foot tickling before she was sure she would faint again.
Trevor had tied her ankles through the brass footboard so that her feet dangled out in the space beyond the end of the bed. He had a bit of a foot fetish, and Summer's feet were just magnificent. Her soles were warm and smooth under his touch, and he loved the way her painted toes curled and trembled with every ticklish stroke of his nails. He'd longed to tickle her like this from the very first moment he saw her dangle her shoes while sitting at a nearby table on her first day on the job. He remembered on that day how he had willed her shoes to fall so he could get a full look at her soles and toes. Since then, she'd often slipped out of her shoes in her teasing fashion, and her feet had become the stuff of his fantasies. He'd always wondered what it would look like and feel like to tickle these feet, and now he was finding out. It was pure heaven.
Summer was in dire straits. This was madness. She couldn't take anymore tickling. She was sure it would kill her. And yet Trevor tickled on, and she found that not only did she endure it, but she continued to live. Rational thoughts escaped her. Intelligible speech was impossible. All she could do was laugh and laugh and laugh. If Death was going to stand her up for the prom, Insanity was quickly becoming an option. Her feet were like a telephone switchboard, with every light lit up at once. Trevor fingernails hit pay dirt wherever they flickered and scratched. There wasn't a spot on her soft feet that wasn't off the charts ticklish, and Trevor was expertly torturing them all.
Her toes just begged to be suckled, so Trevor added that to the incessant tickling of her soles. He couldn't be sure if Summer's laughter kicked up a notch at this, as she was already howling and screeching like a madwoman, but he sure did like the way her young feet tasted in his mouth. His tongue slithered between each toe, and he sucked on both her big toes at once. All along, his fingernails never slowed their pace as they danced along her foot bottoms. Heaven got just a little bit sweeter for Trevor.
Summer had no way of knowing how long Trevor cruelly tickled tortured her feet. She knew that time lost meaning for her, that reality was replaced by survival instincts. Her's was a struggle against her own limitations. She knew where they were now, and what it felt like to be pushed beyond them. She knew what it felt like to mentally cling to sanity, to claw and scratch and fight against the unyielding urge to throw in the towel. She wasn't sure what kept her from giving up. Maybe it was the dates she'd never been on, or the lovers she'd never experienced, or the world she'd never seen. Or maybe it was just the primal urge shared by all living creatures to exist under any and all circumstances. She only knew that she couldn't succumb to the madness. She couldn't give up in her battle against lunacy. Even when her lungs were burning from hoarse laughter, and her body ached from constant tension, and her feet felt like they were being assaulted by a swam of fire ants, and the sweet voice of Insanity whispered in her ear and beckoned her to give up, she found the will to battle on. She was hardly even aware when Trevor announced a second break and the foot tickling had stopped.
Aftershocks rippled through her nerve endings. Summer continued to cackle and wheeze long after Trevor's fingers and tongue were done violating her feet. Her brain struggled to recall what the world felt like when she wasn't being tortured out of her mind, but she couldn't remember. As far as she knew, her entire life had been spent tied to this bed as Trevor's ticklish prisoner. Why she was here had ceased to matter. What he would do to her was no longer a mystery. Even how long it would last had lost it's importance. All that mattered was surviving. Taking another breath without perishing or mentally cracking was her only objective.
Trevor eyed Summer. What a mess. She was plastered with sweat from head to toe. He wasn't even touching her, yet her body continued to convulse and spasm as if she were still being tickled. Her chest rose and fell like a piston, and she was making the most horrifying sounds through the gag. Good. Let her know what it felt like to be teased for once in her life. How many men had she tempted with this goddess-like body of hers? How many hopes had she shattered with her batted eyelashes and her sweet words? She was getting what she deserved.
He circled her on the bed, trying to decide where to torture her next. Her rib cage looked like an awfully susceptible target. He could trace the outline of each rib, or probe the space in between. She would buck and scream, and he would torment her with more nonsense tickle talk. What fun.
Then he spotted her navel. It was round with just a hint of depth. A piercing ran through it and exited her belly just a millimeter below. How had he not seen this sooner? The jewelry practically screamed to have attention drawn to it. This would have to be his next target.
"Break is almost over, Summer dear. I noticed someone has a lovely belly ring. Is your belly button ticklish by any chance?"
As Summer heard these words, any hopes she had of surviving this ordeal left her. Not her navel. Not her unholy secret tickle spot. She had no chance against that. None. She cried out once in despair even as she futilely prepared to wage mental war against Insanity yet again. This time, she knew for sure that she would lose the battle. Should she even bother trying to fight?
There was no time to ponder that question. Trevor had lowered his mouth to cover her belly button, and his tongue was tasting the tiny pool of sweat that had formed in it's crater. She felt it's tip running over the minuscule knobs of flesh hidden within, those virgin mounds of skin that were each like condensed beacons of ticklish nerve endings with direct connections to the part of her brain that was most sensitive to ticklish stimuli, and she knew that the battle was over already. Her last rational thought was that Hooters would need a new girl. With an agonizing scream that rang loudly even through the gag, Summer accepted Insanity's outstretched arm and drifted away...
The End
The 4 inch heels she was forced to wear always did a number on her back, making her feel like she needed a chiropractic adjustment after every shift. Although they had the benefit of making her legs look like they went on forever, they were completely impractical for the job. They weren't exactly comfortable on her feet either. Kicking them off would be the first order of business when she got home, but she just couldn't wait until then. While she waited for an order of buffalo wings to come out, she slipped one foot out of her shoe and rubbed it along the top of the other, enjoying the freedom and stimulation of this simple pleasure. The eyes of the patrons were still on her, but now they were checking out her long legs and painted toenails, so she repeated the motion with the other foot. Summer giggled to herself; men were so easy to tease.
The order came up and she sauntered her way over to the table where three 20-something year old men anxiously awaited her. She couldn't tell if they drooling over the beer and wings on her tray or her sinful body, but they didn't look all that hungry or thirsty. This was actually their second order of wings, and their sixth round of drinks, and Summer was beginning to worry they were a bit drunk.
"Hey Baby!" one of them said as he blatantly eyed her up and down. "Welcome back!"
"We missed you, Sugar!" said another, winking at her. The third was staring at her ass in the tight orange shorts she wore as part of the uniform.
This was the only problem with working at Hooters. Men sometimes forgot they weren't in a strip club, especially when they were drinking heavily. These boys were dangerously close to getting out of line to the point that one of the bouncers would have to speak with them.
"I didn't forget about you," Summer said with a smile. Most of the customers understood the rules, but it was guys like these that made her skin crawl. She usually stuck around the tables, being friendly in a flirtatious sort of way, but these boys had looked like trouble since they walked in, and they were drinking too fast. There had not been nor would there be any flirting with them. Soon they'd be served and she could get back to her more pleasant customers.
As she reached across the table to serve one of the beers, the man closest to her dragged his fingernail along her arm and into her underarm. Summer yelped and nearly dropped the beer.
"Hey!" she said, loud enough that she hoped the bouncer would hear. "No touching!"
"What do you mean, no touching?" said the man on her other side. He slipped his hands under her shirt from behind and dug his fingers into her sides, tickling her. Summer dissolved into giggles and lost the ability to stand. She crumpled to the floor, still being tickled, as the remaining contents of her tray came crashing down around her.
In a flash, she heard commotion above her. The tickling of her sides stopped, and she looked up, expecting to see the bouncers tossing the boys out. What she saw surprised her instead.
Trevor was like one of many of the customers that was a regular at Hooters. Mid 30's, single, overweight and balding, withdrawn and nerdy. For him and guys like him, coming to Hooters was tantamount to a night out with a beautiful woman. The girls were nice to him, flirted with him, made him feel good about himself. They led him on to believe that he actually had a shot with them, which of course he didn't. It was the closest he would come to having sex, unless the times he spent at home alone dreaming of these girls could be considered sex. He came in at least twice a week, sometimes more. He knew all the girls by name, and they all knew him as well. Summer had never thought much of him other than that, until now.
Two of the boys that had been harassing her were staring on in total fear. The third boy, the one who had tickled her sides, was struggling for air. Trevor had both his hands locked around the boy's throat and was squeezing the life out of him. The look on Trevor's face was one of composed rage. This was a man who had been bullied all his life by the in-crowd, had endured a lifetime of being left out, had spent his 34 years watching others live the life he yearned for, and he'd had enough. This restaurant was the one place that he could come to forget the reality that was his miserable life and be happy, and there was no way he was going to let punks like these ruin that for him. They weren't going to put their hands on his girls. No goddamn way.
Summer stared in wonder as Trevor showed a strength she could not have imagined he possessed. The boy he was strangling was turning blue as he struggled in vain to pry Trevor's hands from his windpipe. One of the others came to his senses, seeing his friend slowly dying before him, and leapt to try and pull Trevor off. Trevor could not be budged. These boys were typical of males their age, into weightlifting and machismo, and they could do nothing against the soft looking Trevor. If the bouncers hadn't arrived when they did, Summer was convinced that he would have killed the boy on the spot.
The moments that followed were a jumbled mess of confusing voices and images. A few of the other girls were helping Summer up and asking if she was okay, while others were bending over to clean up the mess on the floor. The bouncers were quickly escorting the boys out the door, and one was calmly telling Trevor that he too would have to leave. Amid the chaos, Summer managed to catch the attention of manager and convince him to let Trevor stay. He had only been protecting her and should not be punished for that.
Soon order was restored, and it was if nothing had happened. Summer had straightened up and composed herself, the boys had been removed, and the restaurant floor had been cleaned. The manager was talking with Trevor, thanking him for his help and telling him that his dinner and drinks were on the house. Summer waited until they were done talking before approaching her savior.
"Thank you so much for helping me Trevor," she said with a heartfelt smile.
Trevor was back to being meek again, with no traces remaining of the flash of fury he'd just exhibited. He blushed and lowered his eyes. Summer was leaning by his side, very close to him.
"Awwww, that's okay Summer. They shouldn't be putting their hands on you." His voice trembled a bit when he spoke.
"No they shouldn't," Summer agreed, noticing not for the first time that Trevor wore too much Old Spice. "Jerks. I would have been fine if they hadn't tickled me."
Summer failed to notice the way Trevor started a bit when she said this. "I saw that," he said. "You must be ticklish." Summer blushed at his words, and made the mistake of again failing to notice how intent he was on her response.
She could not hide her embarrassment. "I'm wicked ticklish. I lose all control when I'm tickled." This was an understatement, and such an admission did not come easily. Summer normally went out of her way to hide her extreme ticklishness. She never knew when someone might decide to use this information against her, and always assumed the worst. But Trevor was different. He was a nice guy who respected her, and he knew the rules. Besides, tonight he was her hero.
Trevor felt the blood rushing to his groin. It was bad enough that she was almost uncomfortably close to him, or that her long dark hair smelled like strawberries and champagne, or that her boobs were practically falling out of her tank top, but to hear that she was ticklish was just too much. Trevor resisted the urge to repeat the very same offense that had caused him to nearly choke another man to death. He felt he could die happy if he could only tickle her for himself.
Maybe it was the way she was smiling coyly at him. Or maybe it was the knowledge that she would be ticklish putty in his hands. Or maybe it was the residual effects from his brush with chivalry just moments ago. Whatever it was, Trevor was feeling uncharacteristically bold tonight. "Uh...Summer? Uh...can I...uh...ask you something?"
"Sure Trevor, you can ask me anything you like." Summer was glad that he hadn't lingered on the subject of her ticklishness. Little did she know.
"Ahhh...ummm...do you think...uh...maybe...could I call you sometime?" What was bold for Trevor was downright timid for most.
Summer reddened again and resisted the urge to laugh. Instead she smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry Trevor. Thank you, but I don't think so." Poor guy. He meant well. She hated to turn him down after he'd saved her, but please, he was nearly twice her age. Plus, he wasn't exactly her type. He wasn't exactly any woman's type. "How about a kiss instead?" Without waiting for an answer, she leaned into him and planted a big red kiss on his cheek. This was against the rules, but he deserved something. She laughed as her lipstick left a print on his face. "Let me get that for you," she said, licking a napkin and wiping it off. She thought she was being more than reciprocal for his good deed with her kindness and flirtations.
Trevor didn't see things that way. In fact, he didn't see things that way at all. It had taken a lot for him to ask for her number, and she hadn't even considered it. Instead she was mocking him with her kiss and her false attention. That was for the other customers, not for him. Not tonight, anyway. He'd stood up for her tonight. He'd done a good thing. He deserved better than this. The rage he'd felt when he'd watched the boy put his hands on Summer slowly returned, except now it was not directed at any punk boy. Her refusal to even consider his offer was insulting. Insulting to the point of embarrassing. He'd been insulted and embarrassed enough in his life. He was done being treated like that.
Summer noticed that he didn't seem all that thrilled with her kiss. He'd gone very quickly from shy to stone cold, and it was more than just a little unsettling. Smiling awkwardly at him, she thanked him again for saving her and walked away, hoping that she had adequately repaid him for his act of kindness. When she peeked back over her shoulder to see if he was watching her, she saw that he was already on his feet and headed out the door. She shrugged. What did he really expect, her to sleep with him or something? She put it out of her mind and headed off to be cheerful and teasing to a new table of businessmen that had just walked in.
*******
1 AM never seemed like it was going to arrive, and yet it always did. Summer tiredly said goodnight to the cook who was tasked with closing the place and the other girl who was still on, and headed out to her car. The parking lot behind Hooters was poorly lit, but it was close enough to the building that she never worried too much about walking out alone. Her house was close by, and she was looking forward to crawling into her own bed soon. Her parents were gone on vacation for the week, so the house would be all hers. She had plans of long hours spent tanning by the pool, having her girlfriends over for drinks, assuming they could get someone to buy them the alcohol, and partying it up on the nights she didn't have to work. It was going to be a fantastic week.
She was searching for her keys and going over the list in her head of which friends to invite over tomorrow when a person snuck out of the shadows behind her and put a hand over her mouth. A fear like she had never before experienced gripped her heart. She froze in place, like a deer caught in the headlights, as her brain short circuited and her muscles refused to react. She was too terrified to even scream. Suddenly, the world swam in front of her, and the last thing she remembered before she blacked out was the distinct smell of Old Spice aftershave.
*******
Summer awoke in darkness, confused and disoriented. Her head felt thick and groggy, and her mouth felt dry and sore. As her senses returned to her, she quickly realized that her eyes were covered by some kind of blindfold, and her mouth was filled with a cloth gag. In a panic, she reached to removed them, and winced as sharp metal, handcuffs probably, bit into the flesh of her wrists. She was flat on her back, on a mattress it felt like, with her arms chained up over her head. She found to her dismay that her ankles were lashed as well with something strong to what felt like the bars of a brass footboard. She tried to scream, but only muffled, pitiful sounds came out. A frantic struggle for escape only succeeded in increasing her heart rate and causing her to break out into a full body sweat. As the chilled air reached her now sweaty body, she came to the realization that she was naked as well. With a moan of despair, she cried into her blindfold and fought off the urge to faint again. The terror she felt defied description.
"Hello Clarice," a male voice said from so close beside her she could feel breath on her face. Summer screamed and nearly bolted out of her skin at the sound. She had not known someone was so near, much less in her presence at all.
The voice chuckled. "That's from Silence of the Lambs. I love that movie." Summer's horror intensified as she recognized the voice. Trevor!
"Mmmmffgg mmgghfmm Mmmffgghh!"
"What's that? You want to give me another kiss?" Trevor chuckled again. "How about I give you one this time?"
Summer's skin crawled as she felt lips encircle her breast and a tongue tease her nipple. A rough, inexperienced hand awkwardly fondled the other.
"MMMMmmmmggghhh! MMmmgggmmfffggh mmmgghhmmgh!" Summer lurched in her bonds, desperate to get this pervert off her. Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure someone would hear it and come to her rescue any moment now.
Trevor laughed. "Scream all you want, Summer. No one is going to hear you." The girl's cries turned to sobs as she accepted his words as truth.
Why was he doing this to her? What had she done to deserve this? Turned down a date? Hadn't she always been nice to him? Hadn't she thanked him properly?
"You are probably wondering why I've brought you here, and what I'm going to do to you," he said, echoing her thoughts. "I've brought you here because you've teased your last customer." Summer began to shake her head in denial.
"Stop!" he screamed at her, and she froze. "Don't try to tell me that you don't! I know what I see!" The blindfold Summer wore was quickly growing wet from her tears.
Thankfully, he was calming. "I see the way you flash your boobs," he said, pinching her nipple. "I see the way you flaunt your legs," he said, pinch tickling her knee. "I even see the way you tease with your feet," he said, grabbing and wiggling her big toes, which were tied together. With each of his unexpected grabs, Summer squeaked and jumped. This was torture. Mental torture. She couldn't see where he would touch her next, nor could she do anything to stop it even if she could. She was completely at his mercy. He could touch her anywhere he liked...anywhere.
Trevor continued, "Tonight I saved you from some creeps, and what did I get in return? The number I asked for? Noooooo. I got more teasing." Summer wailed into her gag, hearing the truth in his words, but not wanting to believe it just the same. "Fortunately, you shared a bit of information with me before stomping on my heart. Do you remember what you told me?"
Summer's heart leapt in her chest. She knew only too well what he was talking about. This was madness. He couldn't possibly do that to her. Not like this, not tied up and naked. He wouldn't dare tickle her like this.
Trevor was whispering in her ear. "You told me you were tic-kl-ish..." Summer felt fingertips tracing light circle around the exposed hollows of her underarms. She bucked and tried to turn away from the fingers. Trevor used his weight to hold her steady, while his fingertips continued to maddeningly explore the edges of her underarms. Summer had no defense other than to burst into girlish giggles. Her underarms were ultra sensitive, and what Trevor was doing was torturous in that he was holding back from really letting her have it.
"Tickle tickle tickle," Trevor taunted. "Summer is a ticklish widdle girly."
The tickle talk seemed to intensify her sensitivity. She was desperate to roll over or lower her arms. He was driving her crazy, just circling around and around the center of her underarms. She wanted to scream at him to get it over with already, but the gag made that impossible. The giggles continued to bubble out of her with every light stroke of his fingertips.
"Such a ticklish widdle girly. So yummy. So ticklish."
Summer was already growing desperate, and he was barely tickling her. Before she lost it completely, she had to try to appeal to his rational side one more time.
"Mmmpphhhhmmgggh! Mmggpphmm mmppphhhggmmhh!"
"What's that? You want me to tickle your titties? Okay, if you insist."
Summer lurched in her bonds as she felt his fingertips drift from teasing her underarms to waltz and jitterbug over the fleshy mounds of her boobs. No one had ever tickled her tits before, but she wasn't surprised to find they were as ridiculously ticklish as the rest of her. She could feel her chest jiggling under his rapidly moving fingers, and her laughter escalated under this new torture.
"Oooooh, Summer has ticklish titties too!" From the sound of Trevor's voice, he was quite enjoying himself.
Summer squirmed and thrashed as much as Trevor and her bonds would allow. There was very little wiggle room for her to escape from his determined fingers. The tickling sensations were slowly taking over her brain, robbing her of the ability to do anything but laugh. One of the few thoughts that managed to wedge it's way into her tortured brain was to wonder how long he would tickle her like this.
"Let's see where else Summer is ticklish, shall we?" Trevor asked. She shook her head "no" even as his fingers found their way back to her underarms, only this time they plunged right into the warm centers. Summer screeched as unbearable ticklish sensations raced up her spinal column and slammed into her brain. Her body trembled under the sustained torture, and her laughter rose to yet another pitch of desperation. She was amazed that she was able to breath and scream and laugh all at the same time while her mouth was full of cloth gag.
"Tickle tickle tickle! Tickle tickle tickle!" Trevor's rapid taunting matched the pace of his flying fingertips. Summer's golden body was shining beautifully under a thin layer of sweat, and her bouncing and wiggling was only adding to his tickle lust. Tickling her was even better than he imagined it would be. She was indeed 'wicked ticklish', and so helpless to boot. And he hadn't even gotten to some of her good parts yet.
"Break time!" Trevor announced, and immediately the tickle onslaught came to an abrupt end. Summer slumped back and fought to recover her breath, thankful to not feel his fingers anywhere on her body at the moment. As she had no way of knowing how long he intended to torture her like this, she also couldn't possibly know how long this break might last. She wanted to take full advantage of the time he was giving her, but her brain refused to calm. She was tormented with what he might do to her next. Somehow the anticipation of more tickling was as bad as the tickling itself. She only hoped he wouldn't discover the one tickle spot that would drive her insane.
"Break's over!" Trevor announced all too quickly. His words were punctuated by scrabbling all ten of his fingernails over the naked soles of her bound feet. Summer screamed long and loud in sheer surprise before quickly turning to throaty cackling. Her feet were unbearably ticklish. This was too much. Her body spasmed as her brain misfired and sent conflicting signals to her muscles. Her legs strained and quickly tired as she fought to pull her feet out of danger. She wouldn't be able to take much of this foot tickling before she was sure she would faint again.
Trevor had tied her ankles through the brass footboard so that her feet dangled out in the space beyond the end of the bed. He had a bit of a foot fetish, and Summer's feet were just magnificent. Her soles were warm and smooth under his touch, and he loved the way her painted toes curled and trembled with every ticklish stroke of his nails. He'd longed to tickle her like this from the very first moment he saw her dangle her shoes while sitting at a nearby table on her first day on the job. He remembered on that day how he had willed her shoes to fall so he could get a full look at her soles and toes. Since then, she'd often slipped out of her shoes in her teasing fashion, and her feet had become the stuff of his fantasies. He'd always wondered what it would look like and feel like to tickle these feet, and now he was finding out. It was pure heaven.
Summer was in dire straits. This was madness. She couldn't take anymore tickling. She was sure it would kill her. And yet Trevor tickled on, and she found that not only did she endure it, but she continued to live. Rational thoughts escaped her. Intelligible speech was impossible. All she could do was laugh and laugh and laugh. If Death was going to stand her up for the prom, Insanity was quickly becoming an option. Her feet were like a telephone switchboard, with every light lit up at once. Trevor fingernails hit pay dirt wherever they flickered and scratched. There wasn't a spot on her soft feet that wasn't off the charts ticklish, and Trevor was expertly torturing them all.
Her toes just begged to be suckled, so Trevor added that to the incessant tickling of her soles. He couldn't be sure if Summer's laughter kicked up a notch at this, as she was already howling and screeching like a madwoman, but he sure did like the way her young feet tasted in his mouth. His tongue slithered between each toe, and he sucked on both her big toes at once. All along, his fingernails never slowed their pace as they danced along her foot bottoms. Heaven got just a little bit sweeter for Trevor.
Summer had no way of knowing how long Trevor cruelly tickled tortured her feet. She knew that time lost meaning for her, that reality was replaced by survival instincts. Her's was a struggle against her own limitations. She knew where they were now, and what it felt like to be pushed beyond them. She knew what it felt like to mentally cling to sanity, to claw and scratch and fight against the unyielding urge to throw in the towel. She wasn't sure what kept her from giving up. Maybe it was the dates she'd never been on, or the lovers she'd never experienced, or the world she'd never seen. Or maybe it was just the primal urge shared by all living creatures to exist under any and all circumstances. She only knew that she couldn't succumb to the madness. She couldn't give up in her battle against lunacy. Even when her lungs were burning from hoarse laughter, and her body ached from constant tension, and her feet felt like they were being assaulted by a swam of fire ants, and the sweet voice of Insanity whispered in her ear and beckoned her to give up, she found the will to battle on. She was hardly even aware when Trevor announced a second break and the foot tickling had stopped.
Aftershocks rippled through her nerve endings. Summer continued to cackle and wheeze long after Trevor's fingers and tongue were done violating her feet. Her brain struggled to recall what the world felt like when she wasn't being tortured out of her mind, but she couldn't remember. As far as she knew, her entire life had been spent tied to this bed as Trevor's ticklish prisoner. Why she was here had ceased to matter. What he would do to her was no longer a mystery. Even how long it would last had lost it's importance. All that mattered was surviving. Taking another breath without perishing or mentally cracking was her only objective.
Trevor eyed Summer. What a mess. She was plastered with sweat from head to toe. He wasn't even touching her, yet her body continued to convulse and spasm as if she were still being tickled. Her chest rose and fell like a piston, and she was making the most horrifying sounds through the gag. Good. Let her know what it felt like to be teased for once in her life. How many men had she tempted with this goddess-like body of hers? How many hopes had she shattered with her batted eyelashes and her sweet words? She was getting what she deserved.
He circled her on the bed, trying to decide where to torture her next. Her rib cage looked like an awfully susceptible target. He could trace the outline of each rib, or probe the space in between. She would buck and scream, and he would torment her with more nonsense tickle talk. What fun.
Then he spotted her navel. It was round with just a hint of depth. A piercing ran through it and exited her belly just a millimeter below. How had he not seen this sooner? The jewelry practically screamed to have attention drawn to it. This would have to be his next target.
"Break is almost over, Summer dear. I noticed someone has a lovely belly ring. Is your belly button ticklish by any chance?"
As Summer heard these words, any hopes she had of surviving this ordeal left her. Not her navel. Not her unholy secret tickle spot. She had no chance against that. None. She cried out once in despair even as she futilely prepared to wage mental war against Insanity yet again. This time, she knew for sure that she would lose the battle. Should she even bother trying to fight?
There was no time to ponder that question. Trevor had lowered his mouth to cover her belly button, and his tongue was tasting the tiny pool of sweat that had formed in it's crater. She felt it's tip running over the minuscule knobs of flesh hidden within, those virgin mounds of skin that were each like condensed beacons of ticklish nerve endings with direct connections to the part of her brain that was most sensitive to ticklish stimuli, and she knew that the battle was over already. Her last rational thought was that Hooters would need a new girl. With an agonizing scream that rang loudly even through the gag, Summer accepted Insanity's outstretched arm and drifted away...
The End
