PeterVincentTGVK
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The tabs that were currently open on Jenni's laptop certainly made up an interesting sight. Of course, she had her Facebook and Twitter pages up. Her Facebook was for personal use and her Twitter for advertising her clown gigs. She also had her G-mail running to check for people who respond to her therapist site. Then there were the other tabs... mostly tickling and clown related. To anybody who didn't know Jenni too well, it would have seemed rather odd. Jenni sipped a cocktail as she sat on her living room couch with said laptop resting on her thighs.
It was about 10:30 P.M. and Jenni was starting to regret not going out with Lily to the bar. But even a party animal like her needed a night at home from time to time. And besides, there was nothing wrong with a little alone time. The internet and the alcohol had her in a mood.
She looked to the left... and then to the right.
She bit her lip and got up off of the couch. First she made sure that all of the curtains were closed. Then, she turned off all of the lights in the house. Finally, she returned to the couch and pulled up Pornhub. She was in the mood for some Jenni time. She unbuttoned and pulled down her jeans and undies to her knees. She had shaved earlier and her skin felt like silk. She found one of her favorite videos which involved one model tormenting a busty girl whose nipples seemed to be quite ticklish and put in her headphones. Jenni was already getting hot and bothered and it was only 45 seconds into the video. She felt her own nipples through her top until they got hard...
The house didn't look like much to Parker. His source had claimed to be inside the house at one point and spoke of all kinds of artwork and assorted rare items that were stored in the basement. Parker thought that the house looked fairly quaint from the outside though. The lights were out, meaning the owner was either not home or likely asleep. After all, it was 10:45 P.M. and he couldn't see any movement from inside the building.
Parker wore all black. Black slacks, black turtle-neck sweater, and a black ski-mask. He also carried a Berreta Cheetah that was halfway down the back of his pants. Though he had never needed the gun before, he figured better safe than sorry. He pulled the mask down over his face and snuck around the back of the house. In his experience, breaking into a house from the front was lunacy. Even if the house's residents were away, any number of people could see you from the front.
He nearly tripped on the garden hose on his way to the back yard and cursed himself silently, reminding himself that silence was key. When he reached the back yard, he saw that there was no cellar entrance in the back as he had been told. He cursed again. He did see a window though that wasn't too high off of the ground.
He looked to the left... and then to the right.
He walked up to it and to his surprise... it wasn't locked. There was a curtain closed over it but the window was unlocked. As quietly as he could, he began to slide the window open.
Jenni masterfully manipulated her clit as she watched her video, stroking and flicking as she watched the top heavy girl have her breasts and now her underarms teased with long fingernails. The girl's laughter and the tickler's evil smile excited Jenni further. She felt that she might climax any second. That's when she heard the crash. Jenni jerked and ripped the headphones from her ears as she turned to peek down the hallway leading to the back of the house. She mouthed “What the fuck?”
Parker cursed a third time as he looked down at the picture frame that he had accidentally knocked off the table by the window. In the frame was a picture of Jenni waving at the photographer with her tongue out and her cleavage bursting in a blue tee shirt that had been cut to allow the chest to breathe.
“Nice tits”, he muttered to himself.
He pulled out his cell phone and pulled up the flashlight app on it. He shined the light around slowly. There were many pictures and posters. One advertised the opera, Pagliacci, complete with a performer in clown make-up. Another featured The DC comics character, Harley Quinn. The clown motif was more than a little noticeable. Right after the Harley Quinn poster, Parker found a door. He approached it, testing the door knob. Unlocked. What luck! He opened the door and saw a staircase leading down. The cellar!
He was as careful as he could be as he descended the staircase. When he reached the bottom, he saw a door in front of him. This was it, he thought. Beyond this door was going to be enough junk worthy of a fence that he wouldn't have to pull another job for a long long time. He opened the door. There was darkness. Parker's phone suddenly died so he couldn't use the flashlight app anymore. He started feeling around the wall for a light switch. Eventually he found a button on the wall. Without a second thought, he pressed it, and the light came on.
He had expected to see all sorts of modern treasures that would be worth money to him. But instead, he found himself looking at a room that was painted wall to wall in pink and blue stripes. The ceiling was blue and the floor was pink. On the wall to his left hung a series of feathers over a counter and sink area. They were all hanging in order by size and length and were all different colors. On the back wall there was a series of different kinds of bondage restraints, handcuffs and such. But the wall on the right caught Parker's attention most of all. There were charts. Plenty of little charts. Illustrations of male and female bodies with parts of their bodies shaded in different colors. Along with each chart and illustration was a name, as if somebody had been documenting certain things about these people's bodies. And in the middle of the room was a table. It almost looked like a table that people would sit on during doctor's visits except that it looked very comfy. It was pink but had an abundance of padding. And there was a kind of crank to the left of the table and a drain near the back of the floor as if to catch water.
“It's a work in progress.”
Parker turned to see the source of the feminine voice to see a dark haired girl put a rag over his mouth.
Parker came to slowly but surely. He looked around to see that he was in the same room but he was tied to the padded table in the center of the room. His wrists were tied above his head and his ankles were bound together to the other end of the table.
“Mh MHMM!” A female voice cleared it's throat behind him and Parker started to panic when he realized that he couldn't look behind him to see. At least his mask was still on. But for that matter... why would this woman have left his mask on??
“I dunno who you are, but the ski mask doesn't make me think you were coming over to ask for a cup of sugar.” The voice commented.
“Look... this is all a...”
“A misunderstanding? Is that it?”
Parker didn't know what to say.
“Well, let me educate you, fella. In this great state that we live in, once somebody breaks into your home, anything you do to them is nice and legal as long as it doesn't surpass what they meant to do to you. And you had a gun on you. Not so smart. Basically, I can do anything to you that I want, short of shooting you.” The woman walked into view and Parker looked up to see... a clown. She wore an orange stain jumpsuit and had grease paint make-up on her face. Her dark hair was in a ponytail. She looked at Parker with intensity.
“What is this?” Parker asked.
“As far as I can figure it. You came into my house to rob me, hence the whole outlaw look. You climbed in through my back window and made your way down here hoping to find God knows what but instead found my little office. I know it's kinda Hostel: Part 2 as designed by Barbie but I'd bet you dollars to donuts that I'm not the droid you were looking for, so... exactly what did you expect to find down here?” Jenni asked the bound crook.
“Is this 1024 W Eastwick?” Parker could only think to ask as he had a bad feeling that had been eating at him since he had seen the lack of a cellar door outside.
“HAHAHA!” Jenni laughed loudly. “East Eastwick. Not West. You're not even in the right house! Hahahaha! That is wonderful. You got your address mixed up, interrupted my playtime, and ended up down here... all trussed up with nowhere to go!”
Parker laughed along with her faintly.
“Yeah, a misunderstanding. I screwed up good. So why don't we let bygones be bygones and...
“Now, here's the thing, Jack Bandit. I know that you didn't mean to harm me. I know that you being here is pure blunder. The whole situation is chaos. But... as history teaches us... there is opportunity in chaos.” Jenni was pacing and tapping her chin.
“What do you mean?” Parker queried.
“I mean, now that you are here, you can assist me.”
“How can I assist you?”
“Ya know...” Jenni knelt down by Parker's head. “I am bisexual. And it fucking rocks. Now, I normally would go out to a bar and await the first decent looking guy or gal who offered to buy me a drink. Then I would play nice and get them over here. And they would eventually end up in that there table you are strapped to now. Way I see it, you have no choice but to go along with my experiments.”
“What experiments?” Parker tested his binds to no effect.
“See the charts on the wall?” Jenni nodded her head towards the wall. Parker once again looked at the charts that she spoke of.
“Yeah. What are they?” Parker asked.
“The blue spots, notice there aren't many, are non-responsive. The green spots are light. Yellow gets a reaction, orange causes much more physical results. And red... red is full out hysteria.” Jenni smiled brightly.
“I d-don't understand.” Parker admitted.
“Tickle spots, Sherlock.” Jenni explained. “I like to tickle. But I'm always looking for new techniques and obviously I need test subjects.
Parker understood the situation that he was in. Thank God for his mask or Jenni would see him starting to sweat. He wondered about his options. Screaming and overreacting was a bad idea for several reasons. He speculated about what would happen if he simply played along. He hadn't been tickled in a long time and couldn't imagine that the experience would be too bad if he was fully clothed.
“If I go along with this... will you let me go?”
“Listen to you. You know, you don't have a choice or a say here. The only reason I have left your mask on is because I don't want to know who you are. As soon as I do, I can turn you in.” She rushed him and grabbed the bottom of his mask. “Should I just take this off and call the police now?”
“No! No. Please.”
“Okay then.” Jenni let the fabric go and stepped back a bit. “Now, before we begin, I feel that we should get to know each other a bit.”
“Why?”
“I'm an intimate person. I want to know what makes you tick before I know what makes you ticklish.”
“I'm not ticklish.” Parker assured her.
“I'm not a woman.” Jenni responded.
“Y-you're not?”
“Of course I am, Doofus! Did the boobs not clue you in? My way of saying I don't believe you. Anywho... I'm Jenni. What's your name?”
“Parker.”
“Parker? Is that your first or last name?”
“First.”
“Cool. I like it. Very Seventies. How old are you?”
“27. You?”
“None of your beeswax!” Jenni declared. “Younger than you, though. What is your favorite movie?”
“Um... I don't know. Uh... Pulp Fiction.”
“Good one. Mine is Death Becomes Her.”
Jenni hopped up on a counter near the charts. Her breasts jiggled in her costume when she did.
“Can I ask you a question?” Parker challenged.
“Shoot, sport.”
“What is the fascination with clowns?”
Jenni stalled for a few moments.
“Honestly?” She asked.
“No. Lie to me.” Parker answered sarcastically.
“When I was little, let's say... Six, I started to realize that the world was not perfect as I had been led to believe.” Jenni looked around the room as she spoke, reminiscing. “I started seeing people without homes... people who were victims of violence. People who the world had forgotten. And It was all so... sad.” Jenni's head lowered. “I didn't like the world I lived in. But I realized that... it was what it was. That pain came with pleasure. Night with day. Dark with light. And I realized that a person could choose to be on either side. I choose to bring laughter. I choose to bring joy. And I choose to bring happiness. That's why I am a clown.”
“And the tickling?”
“Are you kidding?” Jenni hopped off of the counter. “What better way to bring laughter?”
“But tickling is torture.” Parker suggested.
“So is watching a movie you like so many times to the point where you never want to see it again, but... up to that point...” Jenni beamed. “It's a lot of fun.”
“So is getting fucked.” Parker sneered.
“Oh, I won't argue with you there. Sex is wonderful. The kiss. The caress. The arms wrapping around you, holding you in place. The feeling of orgasm building and the conflicting emotions of wanting to fight but surrender, escape but stay put, that your partner can bring you to the brink and even frighten you but always bring you to the same amazing ending...” Jenni didn't even realize that as she spoke, she had been touching her breasts and ass through her costume. “But even something as wonderful as sex can have a limit. I mean, after so many orgasms comes the soreness and discomfort. There is always a limit.” Jenni looked back at Parker, looking into his eyes. “Now I want to know yours.”
“In terms of sex?” Parker asked somewhat hopefully.
“In terms of terms.” Jenni responded. Parker thought for a minute.
“What does that mean?”
“Fuck if I know. I just thought it sounded neat.” Jenni walked back up behind Parker again so he couldn't see her.
“So what's on the docket here?” Parker asked, trying to look behind him in a futile attempt.
“Tickling. Plain and simple. I'm gonna give you a tickling and record the results afterward. Then, I will let you go.” Parker heard Jenni picking through some tools.
“And if I don't laugh?” Parker inquired.
“Well, then you aren't ticklish and I let you go. I mean, I let you go after either way.” Jenni answered and Parker realized that he might have a way out as long as he kept his cool during the “experiment”.
“And if I do?”
“Obviously, if you laugh, I will have to work you over till I discover the extent of the sensitivity. Logical?” Jenni responded.
“If that is the case, this will be a short experiment.” Parker warned, trying to deter the young clown.
“Maybe, but I gotta say...” Jenni came into view. “I have never had anybody not laugh.”
Jenni smiled as she moved to the bottom of the bed and began to remove Parker's shoes. “Oh my God, dude, your feet reek!” Jenni exclaimed.
“I've been running around all day.” Parker tried to defend himself.
“Still... eewie...” Jenni waved her hand in front of her nose. “Don't worry, I will clean them soon enough.” She peeled his socks off one at a time. Once they were bare, she walked over to the sink. She took off her satin gloves. She pulled a small bucket and sponge out from a drawer under the counter and placed the bucket in the sink. She started to fill the bucket with water and squirted a tiny bit of soap into it as well. She hummed Strangers In The Night as she worked in the sink.
“What's that you're doing over there?” Parker asked. All he could see was Jenni's back and hear the water running. Jenni turned off the sink and carried the bucket to the end of the table, spilling some water on the floor. Now it was obvious why she had the drain on the floor.
“I told you, I'm gonna clean your feet.” She informed him with a slight air of detachment.
“I-Is that really mandatory?”
“With your degree of foot odor, yes.” Jenni knelt down and set the bucket down on the floor.
“You know...” Parker saw an opportunity. It was slim. But it was an opportunity. “If it's too much work, you could always let me go.”
“Oh, I don't mind.” Jenni chirped. “I like helping people. I have no problem washing these feet while you just lay back and relax.” She smiled at him. “So... ya know... lay back and relax.”
Parker looked up at the ceiling and swallowed hard. He wasn't getting out of this. He may as well try to distract himself in some way. He began to think back to High School Algebra. Perhaps if he just-
The sponge made contact. The water was warm and slick. Parker had to immediately clench his teeth and shut his eyes. Jenni held the left foot by the ankle and methodically rubbed the sponge in ever increasing circles to make sure she covered every patch of skin. The urge to laugh was instantaneous.
“Hey, ya know what's funny?” Jenni asked, “Your toes are wiggling. It almost looks like they are waving at me.”
“R-r-really?” Parker responded through his clenched teeth.
“Yep yep. Stop trying to pull your foot back, please.” Jenni requested.
“I'm S-sorry.” Parker was really struggling. The sponge was tickling him bad and he knew that this was only the beginning. There is no way that this girl intended to stop after this. Jenni finished the left foot and started on the right one. The sponge passed repeatedly over his arch and instep, passed under his toes, wiggling under them to get in between...
After what seemed like an hour, Jenni dropped the sponge.
“Done. Look at you. What a trooper. That couldn't have been easy for you.” Jenni walked back to the sink, grabbed a towel, and used it to dry the two feet. Parker didn't mind that part. It actually felt like a massage. It was kinda nice. Once they were dry, Jenni returned the towel to the sink area and put her gloves back on.
“How ya doin' there, sport?” She asked in a friendly manner.
“I'm great.” Parker fibbed. “I could do this all day. You may as well let me go.”
Jenni saw right through the facade. She had watched him while she worked his feet over. She paid attention to which places made his feet jerk and how his eyes had been screwed shut. She wasn't buying his bullshit for one second.
“Oh, we're not done yet, Sweetie. That was just prep work.” Jenni once again took her position kneeling down near his feet. “See, now that these feetsies have gotten a good scrubbing, they should be extra tender.”
A little part of Parker died when she said that. He was barely able to stand the cleaning. He didn't know how much more his soles could take.
“We're gonna play a game now.” She announced. She pulled out a thick black Crayola marker. “I'm gonna draw some pictures and I want you to try to guess what I am drawing.”
“You can't be serious.”
“On the contrary. I think that when I start drawing, it's you who won't be able to be serious.” She teased. “Ready?”
“I guess.” Parker conceded.
“Yay! We'll start with an easy one.” Jenni touched the marker to Parker's right heel and slowly dragged it up towards his toes in a wavy motion.
“Unh!” Parker grunted at the sensation.
“You okay up there?” Jenni asked.
“Never better.” Parker lied.
“So what did I draw?”
“I don't know.” Parker hadn't been able to think past the tickling sensation. “Umm... a wavy line?”
“Close. It was a snake. See, here's it's tongue.” Jenni quickly drew three small lines just under the middle toe to indicate the snake's tongue. This caused Parker to grunt again.
“Hiccups?” Jenni smiled.
“I'm fine!” Parker raised his voice.
“Okay okay okay. Yeesh. You don't have to have puppies over it.” Jenni rolled her eyes. She wasn't anywhere near through with this guy. It's so much more fun when they fight, she thought. “Let's try another one.”
Parker bit his lip as he felt a curve, almost like a “C” being drawn in the center of his left instep. He then whimpered and jolted when the curve was done backwards right next to the first one. The marker tickled like crazy.
“Guess.”
“A heart.” Parker answered.
“Correct!” Jenni clapped. See? Isn't this fun.”
“Oh yeah, I'm having a blast.” Parker responded sardonically.
“Okay. One more and we can move on. Take a deep breath now!” Jenni advised. She blew her cheeks out like a chipmunk as if she had just inhaled a lot of air. Parker braced himself. Jenni grabbed Parker's big toe on his right foot and drew a smiley face on it. The two pokes and curved smile drawn on the stem of the toe made Parker snort.
“Now what was that?” Jenni asked, knowing she was breaking him.
“A s-smile.” Parker exhaled.
“Very good!” Jenni congratulated. “That's enough foot teasing, I think. Let's move on.”
Jenni went back to the counter and picked up a pair of scissors. She then walked back to the table.
“What are the scissors for?” Parker asked.
“Scissors? These are not scissors, good sir. These are meticulous, state of the art clothing removers. I had to send away to NASA.” Jenni joked. She hopped up on the table and straddled the thief.
“Hey now...” Parker started to protest.
“Hey now what?” Jenni asked. “Are you afraid I'm gonna find something?” She raised an eyebrow. Parker silenced himself.
“Alright then.” Jenni reached down and began snipping the bottom of Parker's turtle-neck, cutting upwards. Soon, she had cut off the whole shirt.
“Now, you and I both know that you couldn't wait for me to leave your feet alone. You didn't laugh. But they were definitely ticklish. You almost lost it anytime I tickled your toes. You may think that you are in the clear but I know as well as anybody that there are other ticklish points on the human body.” Jenni rolled up the ski mask just a little so that the fabric went no lower than Parker's chin. “Normally, I use my gloves when I tickle... but in your case...” Jenni removed her gloves again to reveal long, smooth fingernails. “See, I filed these just earlier this afternoon. And I think you will like them.”
Jenni brought her nails to the sides of Parker's neck and lightly tickled up and down. He immediately scrunched his neck as much as he could. Jenni giggled.
“See? I don't need to hear you laugh to know you are ticklish. You're just a stubborn little boy under the mask, but Jenni knows. Jenni knows.” She continued to tickle his neck for a few moments but then stopped. “One thing Jenni doesn't know, however, is how many ribs you have.”.
“Excuse me.”
“Don't worry. We're gonna find out right now.” Jenni brought her index fingers to the bottom of each ribcage on either side.
“One...” Jenni intoned as she dragged the nails along the skin between the rib bones. Parker shook as he clenched his teeth again. Jenni looked down at him, peering into his eyes.
“Two...” Jenni moved up to the next rib and once again dragged the nails along. This one tickled more than the first one, Parker thought. He started to lose his nerve.
“Three...” Jenni attacked the next rib with her horribly soft scratch. Parker snorted again. Jenni smiled.
“Four...”
“Okay! Stoohohohohhohohohoohohp!” That was it. Parker giggled from the touch. Jenni winked at him.
“Five...”
“Plehehehehehehehheheheheheheheease”
“Six...” Each rib tickled more than the last. Parker could only chuckle helplessly.
“Seven...” These ribs were directly underneath Parker's armpits, and after Jenni's nails had traced the skin, she tickled under each arm with the index fingers.
“And we're home...” She sang as she tickled his underarms.
“HahahhahHahaHahhAHHAhAHhAhHAhHAhAhAH”
“Doesn't it feel so much better to just let it out?” She asked as the nails wiggled to and fro across the sensitive flesh.
“HehHhehehhehHehhehEhHEhHEhHEhEhHEhEhehHeHEhe!” Parker couldn't answer if he tried. Jenni's nails were the stuff of nightmares for any ticklish person. They were perfectly filed and just sharp enough to not hurt.
Jenni stopped tickling and Parker was panting hard.
“Seems like you are much more of an upper body lee to me.” Jenni noted.
“Lee? What's a lee?”
“Ticklee. The person being tickled.” Jenni educated the young burglar.
“Makes sense.” Parker finished recuperating.
“Let try the belly next.” Parker became visibly concerned. Jenni laughed.
“Oh, is that a problem area for you?” She looked overjoyed. Parker said nothing.
“Well, no harm in testing.” Jenni brought her fingers to the somewhat pudgy tummy, dragging her nails up and down. The result was immediate.
“PLEASE NOHHOHOHOOHHOOHOHOH HEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE!”
Jenni gasped and stopped pronto.
“Uh oh. What's the story here?” Jenni asked.
“Please, just anywhere but there.” Parker pleaded.
“That was a pretty extreme reaction there, Sonny.” Jenni pointed out.
“I... I can't help it.” Parker tried to explain.
“Well, I gotta do it, Sweetie” Jenni spoke to him as a nurse would before giving a child a shot. She wiggled her fingers.
“No. I'm begging you.”
Jenni began to lower her fingers.
“PLEASE DON'T!”
The nails touched down again, raking lightly all over the tummy. Jenni only smiled sweetly as Parker lost his damn mind.
“HAHAHAHHHAHHAHAHAHAHH HEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!”
Jenni relished every second of the intense reaction. Parker was bucking under her with the force of a stallion. She felt herself getting wet again.
“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAAHHAHAH MY GOOHHOHOHOHOHOHODD!”
“Oh my. I think we found the gold at the end of the rainbow here.” She pinpointed two weak spots below his bellybutton on either side and danced her nails directly against them. Parker broke down into silent laughter and turned very very red.
“Tickle tickle tickle... This will be a red area on your chart for sure.” Jenni notified him. Her expert fingers brought Parker to a level of forced mirht that he had never felt before. Soon, tears rolled down his eyes and his sides began to ache. Jenni realized that he was in actual pain from laughing so hard, so she stopped.
“Ahahha hehe hehe ehhe hehe...” Parker huffed and wheezed as he tried to recover. His body had become so tense that he felt as if he had lost 10 pounds from the stress on his body and muscles.
“There there... calm down.” Jenni lulled to help him settle down.
After about 45 seconds, Parker had recovered.
“That was fun. But you couldn't take it. Admit it, I found your weak spot.”
“You did.” Parker admitted. “Can you let me go now?”
“Not just yet.” Jenni answered.
“Oh, come on!”
“Hey, if that really was your most ticklish spot, then the worst is over, right?” Jenni reminded him.
“Well, what else is there?” Parker asked, baffled. Jenni just gave him a smile that chilled his blood. She climbed off of him slowly and grabbed the scissors again.
“I'm not messing with you!” Parker threatened.
“I know.” Jenni responded calmly. “I'm messing with you!” Jenni began to cut off Parker's slacks.
“Oh, come on.”
“Hey...” Jenni finished the first leg, “The examination is full body. Didn't I tell you?”
“Why is this necessary though? Honestly, who in the world is ticklish anywhere near there?!”
Jenni looked up at him.
“Is that supposed to be a trick question?”
“There is no reason for you to go anywhere near there.” Parker assured her.
“Then there is no reason for you to care if I do.” Jenni shot back as she finished cutting. She cut through his sheer boxers as well and now Parker was completely nude except for his mask. Parker didn't know how to argue with the clown.
“Cheer up. We're almost done.” Jenni smiled as her nails trailed up his bare thighs. Parker's lips curled into a smile and his legs squirmed.
“Oh yeah, that tickles you.” Jenni observed. The nails didn't stop or slow. They dragged up to the torso and down to the knees.
“Hehehhhehehehehehhe” Parker gave in.
“Coochie coo..” Jenni pushed him with baby talk. The nails now reached inward and spidered along his inner thighs.
“Hhehehehhehehehehehhehehehehheehe!”
“I think you like this tickle.” Jenni teased as she noticed his penis begin to rise.
Parker looked down at his groin and watched his member become engorged. Jenni just continued tickling until the cock was fully hard.
“Awww, you like me.” Jenni cooed.
“I don't understand it.” Parker looked puzzled.
“There is a girl teasing the skin near your manhood. It isn't rocket science. You're not the first guy I've tickled hard if you can forgive the pun.”
Parker understood that if she could really arouse him with tickling, he might have a bit more to worry about than he thought with her having access to that area. She clearly had a vivid knowledge of the human body.
Jenni walked once more over to the counter. She opened a shelf and took something out of it. Whatever it was, it was too small for Parker to get a good look at it. Nervousness started to overtake him as she walked back over to his erection.
“What is that?”
“Don't worry about it.” Jenni suggested. “We are just gonna see if your penis is ticklish.”
Parker swallowed and awaited whatever Jenni had planned. He once again stared up at the ceiling as she took his boner in her left hand and laid it flat on his belly. Holding it there by the sides, she let the Q tip trace the underside of the penis along a vein she found.
Parker couldn't fathom how ticklish it turned out to be.
“Hehehhehehehehehehehehheheheheheh.”
“That answers that question.” Jenni joked. She dragged the Q tip up and down the underside of the penis, occasionally circling the base of the cock.
“Hehehehehehhehehehehehehe Oh my Gohhohohhhod!”
“I know, right?” Jenni agreed. “Tickle tickle, little pickle.”
“Lihihihhihhihihiihhittle?”
“Well, that's not quite what I meant.” Jenni giggled. She giggled again when the Q tip grazed a certain spot just under the head, making whole cock twitch.
“Again! Again!” She laughed as she repeatedly passed the instrument over that spot.
“Hehehehhehehehehehhehehehehe ehehehehehhenough!”
“Nope.” Jenni said as she methodically stimulated the cock with maddening precision.
“Yohoohhohhohhohhu've made your point.”
“So what?” Jenni asked nonchalantly. She allowed the Q tip to wander down to Parker's rather hefty scrotum. The direct result was a body spasm followed by a much higher pitched giggle. Jenni giggled as well. She dragged the tool along each wrinkle and dusted the sides .
“HehhehehEHHEhEHHEhEhEHHEhEhEHEHHEHEhEhE!” The softness of the implement sent electric tickles through Parker's body. Jenni wasted no opportunity. The Q tip now wiggled lightly on the underside of Parker's balls. This caused him to bounce up and down, making Jenni laugh. The tip circled the base of the scrotum, going round and round the creases where it met his thighs.
“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA SHHHIIHHIHIHHIIHIHHIHIIHTTT!”
“Tickle tickle...” Jenni grinned from ear to ear as she tickled Parker out of his wits. Evetually she ceased her impish actions. She dropped the Q tip and reached under the table for something: A small bottle of baby oil. She put some on both of her hands and rubbed them together so it would be warm. She then brought her left hand to the rock solid penis and began to massage. Parker moaned with exquisite pleasure. It only took about 50 seconds of Jenni's loving rubs to make Parker feel as though he was going to orgasm. His whole body shivered with each stroke. Jenni had an ace up her sleeve though. The oil had ran down, covering Parker's balls. She smiled like she knew a secret, brought her nails to the scrotum and tickled the slippery flesh.
“BWAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
HAHHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
AHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHA HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE!”
“Coochie coochie coo!”
It didn't take long. Parker's orgasm rattled the table as Jenni's hands pumped and tickled the cum out of him. He continued to squirt for about 25 seconds before his climax subsided.
After giving him a chance to breathe, Jenni leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“We're done. I am going to untie you and let you go. If you can walk, that is.” She snickered, “Once you are untied, you will leave here in the nude and never come back. If I catch you in here again, I will torture you to insanity. And you know I can do it too. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”
And that is how Parker discovered just how cold it can get outside at 2 in the morning.
It was about 10:30 P.M. and Jenni was starting to regret not going out with Lily to the bar. But even a party animal like her needed a night at home from time to time. And besides, there was nothing wrong with a little alone time. The internet and the alcohol had her in a mood.
She looked to the left... and then to the right.
She bit her lip and got up off of the couch. First she made sure that all of the curtains were closed. Then, she turned off all of the lights in the house. Finally, she returned to the couch and pulled up Pornhub. She was in the mood for some Jenni time. She unbuttoned and pulled down her jeans and undies to her knees. She had shaved earlier and her skin felt like silk. She found one of her favorite videos which involved one model tormenting a busty girl whose nipples seemed to be quite ticklish and put in her headphones. Jenni was already getting hot and bothered and it was only 45 seconds into the video. She felt her own nipples through her top until they got hard...
The house didn't look like much to Parker. His source had claimed to be inside the house at one point and spoke of all kinds of artwork and assorted rare items that were stored in the basement. Parker thought that the house looked fairly quaint from the outside though. The lights were out, meaning the owner was either not home or likely asleep. After all, it was 10:45 P.M. and he couldn't see any movement from inside the building.
Parker wore all black. Black slacks, black turtle-neck sweater, and a black ski-mask. He also carried a Berreta Cheetah that was halfway down the back of his pants. Though he had never needed the gun before, he figured better safe than sorry. He pulled the mask down over his face and snuck around the back of the house. In his experience, breaking into a house from the front was lunacy. Even if the house's residents were away, any number of people could see you from the front.
He nearly tripped on the garden hose on his way to the back yard and cursed himself silently, reminding himself that silence was key. When he reached the back yard, he saw that there was no cellar entrance in the back as he had been told. He cursed again. He did see a window though that wasn't too high off of the ground.
He looked to the left... and then to the right.
He walked up to it and to his surprise... it wasn't locked. There was a curtain closed over it but the window was unlocked. As quietly as he could, he began to slide the window open.
Jenni masterfully manipulated her clit as she watched her video, stroking and flicking as she watched the top heavy girl have her breasts and now her underarms teased with long fingernails. The girl's laughter and the tickler's evil smile excited Jenni further. She felt that she might climax any second. That's when she heard the crash. Jenni jerked and ripped the headphones from her ears as she turned to peek down the hallway leading to the back of the house. She mouthed “What the fuck?”
Parker cursed a third time as he looked down at the picture frame that he had accidentally knocked off the table by the window. In the frame was a picture of Jenni waving at the photographer with her tongue out and her cleavage bursting in a blue tee shirt that had been cut to allow the chest to breathe.
“Nice tits”, he muttered to himself.
He pulled out his cell phone and pulled up the flashlight app on it. He shined the light around slowly. There were many pictures and posters. One advertised the opera, Pagliacci, complete with a performer in clown make-up. Another featured The DC comics character, Harley Quinn. The clown motif was more than a little noticeable. Right after the Harley Quinn poster, Parker found a door. He approached it, testing the door knob. Unlocked. What luck! He opened the door and saw a staircase leading down. The cellar!
He was as careful as he could be as he descended the staircase. When he reached the bottom, he saw a door in front of him. This was it, he thought. Beyond this door was going to be enough junk worthy of a fence that he wouldn't have to pull another job for a long long time. He opened the door. There was darkness. Parker's phone suddenly died so he couldn't use the flashlight app anymore. He started feeling around the wall for a light switch. Eventually he found a button on the wall. Without a second thought, he pressed it, and the light came on.
He had expected to see all sorts of modern treasures that would be worth money to him. But instead, he found himself looking at a room that was painted wall to wall in pink and blue stripes. The ceiling was blue and the floor was pink. On the wall to his left hung a series of feathers over a counter and sink area. They were all hanging in order by size and length and were all different colors. On the back wall there was a series of different kinds of bondage restraints, handcuffs and such. But the wall on the right caught Parker's attention most of all. There were charts. Plenty of little charts. Illustrations of male and female bodies with parts of their bodies shaded in different colors. Along with each chart and illustration was a name, as if somebody had been documenting certain things about these people's bodies. And in the middle of the room was a table. It almost looked like a table that people would sit on during doctor's visits except that it looked very comfy. It was pink but had an abundance of padding. And there was a kind of crank to the left of the table and a drain near the back of the floor as if to catch water.
“It's a work in progress.”
Parker turned to see the source of the feminine voice to see a dark haired girl put a rag over his mouth.
Parker came to slowly but surely. He looked around to see that he was in the same room but he was tied to the padded table in the center of the room. His wrists were tied above his head and his ankles were bound together to the other end of the table.
“Mh MHMM!” A female voice cleared it's throat behind him and Parker started to panic when he realized that he couldn't look behind him to see. At least his mask was still on. But for that matter... why would this woman have left his mask on??
“I dunno who you are, but the ski mask doesn't make me think you were coming over to ask for a cup of sugar.” The voice commented.
“Look... this is all a...”
“A misunderstanding? Is that it?”
Parker didn't know what to say.
“Well, let me educate you, fella. In this great state that we live in, once somebody breaks into your home, anything you do to them is nice and legal as long as it doesn't surpass what they meant to do to you. And you had a gun on you. Not so smart. Basically, I can do anything to you that I want, short of shooting you.” The woman walked into view and Parker looked up to see... a clown. She wore an orange stain jumpsuit and had grease paint make-up on her face. Her dark hair was in a ponytail. She looked at Parker with intensity.
“What is this?” Parker asked.
“As far as I can figure it. You came into my house to rob me, hence the whole outlaw look. You climbed in through my back window and made your way down here hoping to find God knows what but instead found my little office. I know it's kinda Hostel: Part 2 as designed by Barbie but I'd bet you dollars to donuts that I'm not the droid you were looking for, so... exactly what did you expect to find down here?” Jenni asked the bound crook.
“Is this 1024 W Eastwick?” Parker could only think to ask as he had a bad feeling that had been eating at him since he had seen the lack of a cellar door outside.
“HAHAHA!” Jenni laughed loudly. “East Eastwick. Not West. You're not even in the right house! Hahahaha! That is wonderful. You got your address mixed up, interrupted my playtime, and ended up down here... all trussed up with nowhere to go!”
Parker laughed along with her faintly.
“Yeah, a misunderstanding. I screwed up good. So why don't we let bygones be bygones and...
“Now, here's the thing, Jack Bandit. I know that you didn't mean to harm me. I know that you being here is pure blunder. The whole situation is chaos. But... as history teaches us... there is opportunity in chaos.” Jenni was pacing and tapping her chin.
“What do you mean?” Parker queried.
“I mean, now that you are here, you can assist me.”
“How can I assist you?”
“Ya know...” Jenni knelt down by Parker's head. “I am bisexual. And it fucking rocks. Now, I normally would go out to a bar and await the first decent looking guy or gal who offered to buy me a drink. Then I would play nice and get them over here. And they would eventually end up in that there table you are strapped to now. Way I see it, you have no choice but to go along with my experiments.”
“What experiments?” Parker tested his binds to no effect.
“See the charts on the wall?” Jenni nodded her head towards the wall. Parker once again looked at the charts that she spoke of.
“Yeah. What are they?” Parker asked.
“The blue spots, notice there aren't many, are non-responsive. The green spots are light. Yellow gets a reaction, orange causes much more physical results. And red... red is full out hysteria.” Jenni smiled brightly.
“I d-don't understand.” Parker admitted.
“Tickle spots, Sherlock.” Jenni explained. “I like to tickle. But I'm always looking for new techniques and obviously I need test subjects.
Parker understood the situation that he was in. Thank God for his mask or Jenni would see him starting to sweat. He wondered about his options. Screaming and overreacting was a bad idea for several reasons. He speculated about what would happen if he simply played along. He hadn't been tickled in a long time and couldn't imagine that the experience would be too bad if he was fully clothed.
“If I go along with this... will you let me go?”
“Listen to you. You know, you don't have a choice or a say here. The only reason I have left your mask on is because I don't want to know who you are. As soon as I do, I can turn you in.” She rushed him and grabbed the bottom of his mask. “Should I just take this off and call the police now?”
“No! No. Please.”
“Okay then.” Jenni let the fabric go and stepped back a bit. “Now, before we begin, I feel that we should get to know each other a bit.”
“Why?”
“I'm an intimate person. I want to know what makes you tick before I know what makes you ticklish.”
“I'm not ticklish.” Parker assured her.
“I'm not a woman.” Jenni responded.
“Y-you're not?”
“Of course I am, Doofus! Did the boobs not clue you in? My way of saying I don't believe you. Anywho... I'm Jenni. What's your name?”
“Parker.”
“Parker? Is that your first or last name?”
“First.”
“Cool. I like it. Very Seventies. How old are you?”
“27. You?”
“None of your beeswax!” Jenni declared. “Younger than you, though. What is your favorite movie?”
“Um... I don't know. Uh... Pulp Fiction.”
“Good one. Mine is Death Becomes Her.”
Jenni hopped up on a counter near the charts. Her breasts jiggled in her costume when she did.
“Can I ask you a question?” Parker challenged.
“Shoot, sport.”
“What is the fascination with clowns?”
Jenni stalled for a few moments.
“Honestly?” She asked.
“No. Lie to me.” Parker answered sarcastically.
“When I was little, let's say... Six, I started to realize that the world was not perfect as I had been led to believe.” Jenni looked around the room as she spoke, reminiscing. “I started seeing people without homes... people who were victims of violence. People who the world had forgotten. And It was all so... sad.” Jenni's head lowered. “I didn't like the world I lived in. But I realized that... it was what it was. That pain came with pleasure. Night with day. Dark with light. And I realized that a person could choose to be on either side. I choose to bring laughter. I choose to bring joy. And I choose to bring happiness. That's why I am a clown.”
“And the tickling?”
“Are you kidding?” Jenni hopped off of the counter. “What better way to bring laughter?”
“But tickling is torture.” Parker suggested.
“So is watching a movie you like so many times to the point where you never want to see it again, but... up to that point...” Jenni beamed. “It's a lot of fun.”
“So is getting fucked.” Parker sneered.
“Oh, I won't argue with you there. Sex is wonderful. The kiss. The caress. The arms wrapping around you, holding you in place. The feeling of orgasm building and the conflicting emotions of wanting to fight but surrender, escape but stay put, that your partner can bring you to the brink and even frighten you but always bring you to the same amazing ending...” Jenni didn't even realize that as she spoke, she had been touching her breasts and ass through her costume. “But even something as wonderful as sex can have a limit. I mean, after so many orgasms comes the soreness and discomfort. There is always a limit.” Jenni looked back at Parker, looking into his eyes. “Now I want to know yours.”
“In terms of sex?” Parker asked somewhat hopefully.
“In terms of terms.” Jenni responded. Parker thought for a minute.
“What does that mean?”
“Fuck if I know. I just thought it sounded neat.” Jenni walked back up behind Parker again so he couldn't see her.
“So what's on the docket here?” Parker asked, trying to look behind him in a futile attempt.
“Tickling. Plain and simple. I'm gonna give you a tickling and record the results afterward. Then, I will let you go.” Parker heard Jenni picking through some tools.
“And if I don't laugh?” Parker inquired.
“Well, then you aren't ticklish and I let you go. I mean, I let you go after either way.” Jenni answered and Parker realized that he might have a way out as long as he kept his cool during the “experiment”.
“And if I do?”
“Obviously, if you laugh, I will have to work you over till I discover the extent of the sensitivity. Logical?” Jenni responded.
“If that is the case, this will be a short experiment.” Parker warned, trying to deter the young clown.
“Maybe, but I gotta say...” Jenni came into view. “I have never had anybody not laugh.”
Jenni smiled as she moved to the bottom of the bed and began to remove Parker's shoes. “Oh my God, dude, your feet reek!” Jenni exclaimed.
“I've been running around all day.” Parker tried to defend himself.
“Still... eewie...” Jenni waved her hand in front of her nose. “Don't worry, I will clean them soon enough.” She peeled his socks off one at a time. Once they were bare, she walked over to the sink. She took off her satin gloves. She pulled a small bucket and sponge out from a drawer under the counter and placed the bucket in the sink. She started to fill the bucket with water and squirted a tiny bit of soap into it as well. She hummed Strangers In The Night as she worked in the sink.
“What's that you're doing over there?” Parker asked. All he could see was Jenni's back and hear the water running. Jenni turned off the sink and carried the bucket to the end of the table, spilling some water on the floor. Now it was obvious why she had the drain on the floor.
“I told you, I'm gonna clean your feet.” She informed him with a slight air of detachment.
“I-Is that really mandatory?”
“With your degree of foot odor, yes.” Jenni knelt down and set the bucket down on the floor.
“You know...” Parker saw an opportunity. It was slim. But it was an opportunity. “If it's too much work, you could always let me go.”
“Oh, I don't mind.” Jenni chirped. “I like helping people. I have no problem washing these feet while you just lay back and relax.” She smiled at him. “So... ya know... lay back and relax.”
Parker looked up at the ceiling and swallowed hard. He wasn't getting out of this. He may as well try to distract himself in some way. He began to think back to High School Algebra. Perhaps if he just-
The sponge made contact. The water was warm and slick. Parker had to immediately clench his teeth and shut his eyes. Jenni held the left foot by the ankle and methodically rubbed the sponge in ever increasing circles to make sure she covered every patch of skin. The urge to laugh was instantaneous.
“Hey, ya know what's funny?” Jenni asked, “Your toes are wiggling. It almost looks like they are waving at me.”
“R-r-really?” Parker responded through his clenched teeth.
“Yep yep. Stop trying to pull your foot back, please.” Jenni requested.
“I'm S-sorry.” Parker was really struggling. The sponge was tickling him bad and he knew that this was only the beginning. There is no way that this girl intended to stop after this. Jenni finished the left foot and started on the right one. The sponge passed repeatedly over his arch and instep, passed under his toes, wiggling under them to get in between...
After what seemed like an hour, Jenni dropped the sponge.
“Done. Look at you. What a trooper. That couldn't have been easy for you.” Jenni walked back to the sink, grabbed a towel, and used it to dry the two feet. Parker didn't mind that part. It actually felt like a massage. It was kinda nice. Once they were dry, Jenni returned the towel to the sink area and put her gloves back on.
“How ya doin' there, sport?” She asked in a friendly manner.
“I'm great.” Parker fibbed. “I could do this all day. You may as well let me go.”
Jenni saw right through the facade. She had watched him while she worked his feet over. She paid attention to which places made his feet jerk and how his eyes had been screwed shut. She wasn't buying his bullshit for one second.
“Oh, we're not done yet, Sweetie. That was just prep work.” Jenni once again took her position kneeling down near his feet. “See, now that these feetsies have gotten a good scrubbing, they should be extra tender.”
A little part of Parker died when she said that. He was barely able to stand the cleaning. He didn't know how much more his soles could take.
“We're gonna play a game now.” She announced. She pulled out a thick black Crayola marker. “I'm gonna draw some pictures and I want you to try to guess what I am drawing.”
“You can't be serious.”
“On the contrary. I think that when I start drawing, it's you who won't be able to be serious.” She teased. “Ready?”
“I guess.” Parker conceded.
“Yay! We'll start with an easy one.” Jenni touched the marker to Parker's right heel and slowly dragged it up towards his toes in a wavy motion.
“Unh!” Parker grunted at the sensation.
“You okay up there?” Jenni asked.
“Never better.” Parker lied.
“So what did I draw?”
“I don't know.” Parker hadn't been able to think past the tickling sensation. “Umm... a wavy line?”
“Close. It was a snake. See, here's it's tongue.” Jenni quickly drew three small lines just under the middle toe to indicate the snake's tongue. This caused Parker to grunt again.
“Hiccups?” Jenni smiled.
“I'm fine!” Parker raised his voice.
“Okay okay okay. Yeesh. You don't have to have puppies over it.” Jenni rolled her eyes. She wasn't anywhere near through with this guy. It's so much more fun when they fight, she thought. “Let's try another one.”
Parker bit his lip as he felt a curve, almost like a “C” being drawn in the center of his left instep. He then whimpered and jolted when the curve was done backwards right next to the first one. The marker tickled like crazy.
“Guess.”
“A heart.” Parker answered.
“Correct!” Jenni clapped. See? Isn't this fun.”
“Oh yeah, I'm having a blast.” Parker responded sardonically.
“Okay. One more and we can move on. Take a deep breath now!” Jenni advised. She blew her cheeks out like a chipmunk as if she had just inhaled a lot of air. Parker braced himself. Jenni grabbed Parker's big toe on his right foot and drew a smiley face on it. The two pokes and curved smile drawn on the stem of the toe made Parker snort.
“Now what was that?” Jenni asked, knowing she was breaking him.
“A s-smile.” Parker exhaled.
“Very good!” Jenni congratulated. “That's enough foot teasing, I think. Let's move on.”
Jenni went back to the counter and picked up a pair of scissors. She then walked back to the table.
“What are the scissors for?” Parker asked.
“Scissors? These are not scissors, good sir. These are meticulous, state of the art clothing removers. I had to send away to NASA.” Jenni joked. She hopped up on the table and straddled the thief.
“Hey now...” Parker started to protest.
“Hey now what?” Jenni asked. “Are you afraid I'm gonna find something?” She raised an eyebrow. Parker silenced himself.
“Alright then.” Jenni reached down and began snipping the bottom of Parker's turtle-neck, cutting upwards. Soon, she had cut off the whole shirt.
“Now, you and I both know that you couldn't wait for me to leave your feet alone. You didn't laugh. But they were definitely ticklish. You almost lost it anytime I tickled your toes. You may think that you are in the clear but I know as well as anybody that there are other ticklish points on the human body.” Jenni rolled up the ski mask just a little so that the fabric went no lower than Parker's chin. “Normally, I use my gloves when I tickle... but in your case...” Jenni removed her gloves again to reveal long, smooth fingernails. “See, I filed these just earlier this afternoon. And I think you will like them.”
Jenni brought her nails to the sides of Parker's neck and lightly tickled up and down. He immediately scrunched his neck as much as he could. Jenni giggled.
“See? I don't need to hear you laugh to know you are ticklish. You're just a stubborn little boy under the mask, but Jenni knows. Jenni knows.” She continued to tickle his neck for a few moments but then stopped. “One thing Jenni doesn't know, however, is how many ribs you have.”.
“Excuse me.”
“Don't worry. We're gonna find out right now.” Jenni brought her index fingers to the bottom of each ribcage on either side.
“One...” Jenni intoned as she dragged the nails along the skin between the rib bones. Parker shook as he clenched his teeth again. Jenni looked down at him, peering into his eyes.
“Two...” Jenni moved up to the next rib and once again dragged the nails along. This one tickled more than the first one, Parker thought. He started to lose his nerve.
“Three...” Jenni attacked the next rib with her horribly soft scratch. Parker snorted again. Jenni smiled.
“Four...”
“Okay! Stoohohohohhohohohoohohp!” That was it. Parker giggled from the touch. Jenni winked at him.
“Five...”
“Plehehehehehehehheheheheheheheease”
“Six...” Each rib tickled more than the last. Parker could only chuckle helplessly.
“Seven...” These ribs were directly underneath Parker's armpits, and after Jenni's nails had traced the skin, she tickled under each arm with the index fingers.
“And we're home...” She sang as she tickled his underarms.
“HahahhahHahaHahhAHHAhAHhAhHAhHAhAhAH”
“Doesn't it feel so much better to just let it out?” She asked as the nails wiggled to and fro across the sensitive flesh.
“HehHhehehhehHehhehEhHEhHEhHEhEhHEhEhehHeHEhe!” Parker couldn't answer if he tried. Jenni's nails were the stuff of nightmares for any ticklish person. They were perfectly filed and just sharp enough to not hurt.
Jenni stopped tickling and Parker was panting hard.
“Seems like you are much more of an upper body lee to me.” Jenni noted.
“Lee? What's a lee?”
“Ticklee. The person being tickled.” Jenni educated the young burglar.
“Makes sense.” Parker finished recuperating.
“Let try the belly next.” Parker became visibly concerned. Jenni laughed.
“Oh, is that a problem area for you?” She looked overjoyed. Parker said nothing.
“Well, no harm in testing.” Jenni brought her fingers to the somewhat pudgy tummy, dragging her nails up and down. The result was immediate.
“PLEASE NOHHOHOHOOHHOOHOHOH HEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE!”
Jenni gasped and stopped pronto.
“Uh oh. What's the story here?” Jenni asked.
“Please, just anywhere but there.” Parker pleaded.
“That was a pretty extreme reaction there, Sonny.” Jenni pointed out.
“I... I can't help it.” Parker tried to explain.
“Well, I gotta do it, Sweetie” Jenni spoke to him as a nurse would before giving a child a shot. She wiggled her fingers.
“No. I'm begging you.”
Jenni began to lower her fingers.
“PLEASE DON'T!”
The nails touched down again, raking lightly all over the tummy. Jenni only smiled sweetly as Parker lost his damn mind.
“HAHAHAHHHAHHAHAHAHAHH HEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!”
Jenni relished every second of the intense reaction. Parker was bucking under her with the force of a stallion. She felt herself getting wet again.
“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAAHHAHAH MY GOOHHOHOHOHOHOHODD!”
“Oh my. I think we found the gold at the end of the rainbow here.” She pinpointed two weak spots below his bellybutton on either side and danced her nails directly against them. Parker broke down into silent laughter and turned very very red.
“Tickle tickle tickle... This will be a red area on your chart for sure.” Jenni notified him. Her expert fingers brought Parker to a level of forced mirht that he had never felt before. Soon, tears rolled down his eyes and his sides began to ache. Jenni realized that he was in actual pain from laughing so hard, so she stopped.
“Ahahha hehe hehe ehhe hehe...” Parker huffed and wheezed as he tried to recover. His body had become so tense that he felt as if he had lost 10 pounds from the stress on his body and muscles.
“There there... calm down.” Jenni lulled to help him settle down.
After about 45 seconds, Parker had recovered.
“That was fun. But you couldn't take it. Admit it, I found your weak spot.”
“You did.” Parker admitted. “Can you let me go now?”
“Not just yet.” Jenni answered.
“Oh, come on!”
“Hey, if that really was your most ticklish spot, then the worst is over, right?” Jenni reminded him.
“Well, what else is there?” Parker asked, baffled. Jenni just gave him a smile that chilled his blood. She climbed off of him slowly and grabbed the scissors again.
“I'm not messing with you!” Parker threatened.
“I know.” Jenni responded calmly. “I'm messing with you!” Jenni began to cut off Parker's slacks.
“Oh, come on.”
“Hey...” Jenni finished the first leg, “The examination is full body. Didn't I tell you?”
“Why is this necessary though? Honestly, who in the world is ticklish anywhere near there?!”
Jenni looked up at him.
“Is that supposed to be a trick question?”
“There is no reason for you to go anywhere near there.” Parker assured her.
“Then there is no reason for you to care if I do.” Jenni shot back as she finished cutting. She cut through his sheer boxers as well and now Parker was completely nude except for his mask. Parker didn't know how to argue with the clown.
“Cheer up. We're almost done.” Jenni smiled as her nails trailed up his bare thighs. Parker's lips curled into a smile and his legs squirmed.
“Oh yeah, that tickles you.” Jenni observed. The nails didn't stop or slow. They dragged up to the torso and down to the knees.
“Hehehhhehehehehehhe” Parker gave in.
“Coochie coo..” Jenni pushed him with baby talk. The nails now reached inward and spidered along his inner thighs.
“Hhehehehhehehehehehhehehehehheehe!”
“I think you like this tickle.” Jenni teased as she noticed his penis begin to rise.
Parker looked down at his groin and watched his member become engorged. Jenni just continued tickling until the cock was fully hard.
“Awww, you like me.” Jenni cooed.
“I don't understand it.” Parker looked puzzled.
“There is a girl teasing the skin near your manhood. It isn't rocket science. You're not the first guy I've tickled hard if you can forgive the pun.”
Parker understood that if she could really arouse him with tickling, he might have a bit more to worry about than he thought with her having access to that area. She clearly had a vivid knowledge of the human body.
Jenni walked once more over to the counter. She opened a shelf and took something out of it. Whatever it was, it was too small for Parker to get a good look at it. Nervousness started to overtake him as she walked back over to his erection.
“What is that?”
“Don't worry about it.” Jenni suggested. “We are just gonna see if your penis is ticklish.”
Parker swallowed and awaited whatever Jenni had planned. He once again stared up at the ceiling as she took his boner in her left hand and laid it flat on his belly. Holding it there by the sides, she let the Q tip trace the underside of the penis along a vein she found.
Parker couldn't fathom how ticklish it turned out to be.
“Hehehhehehehehehehehehheheheheheh.”
“That answers that question.” Jenni joked. She dragged the Q tip up and down the underside of the penis, occasionally circling the base of the cock.
“Hehehehehehhehehehehehehe Oh my Gohhohohhhod!”
“I know, right?” Jenni agreed. “Tickle tickle, little pickle.”
“Lihihihhihhihihiihhittle?”
“Well, that's not quite what I meant.” Jenni giggled. She giggled again when the Q tip grazed a certain spot just under the head, making whole cock twitch.
“Again! Again!” She laughed as she repeatedly passed the instrument over that spot.
“Hehehehhehehehehehhehehehehe ehehehehehhenough!”
“Nope.” Jenni said as she methodically stimulated the cock with maddening precision.
“Yohoohhohhohhohhu've made your point.”
“So what?” Jenni asked nonchalantly. She allowed the Q tip to wander down to Parker's rather hefty scrotum. The direct result was a body spasm followed by a much higher pitched giggle. Jenni giggled as well. She dragged the tool along each wrinkle and dusted the sides .
“HehhehehEHHEhEHHEhEhEHHEhEhEHEHHEHEhEhE!” The softness of the implement sent electric tickles through Parker's body. Jenni wasted no opportunity. The Q tip now wiggled lightly on the underside of Parker's balls. This caused him to bounce up and down, making Jenni laugh. The tip circled the base of the scrotum, going round and round the creases where it met his thighs.
“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA SHHHIIHHIHIHHIIHIHHIHIIHTTT!”
“Tickle tickle...” Jenni grinned from ear to ear as she tickled Parker out of his wits. Evetually she ceased her impish actions. She dropped the Q tip and reached under the table for something: A small bottle of baby oil. She put some on both of her hands and rubbed them together so it would be warm. She then brought her left hand to the rock solid penis and began to massage. Parker moaned with exquisite pleasure. It only took about 50 seconds of Jenni's loving rubs to make Parker feel as though he was going to orgasm. His whole body shivered with each stroke. Jenni had an ace up her sleeve though. The oil had ran down, covering Parker's balls. She smiled like she knew a secret, brought her nails to the scrotum and tickled the slippery flesh.
“BWAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
HAHHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
AHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHA HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE!”
“Coochie coochie coo!”
It didn't take long. Parker's orgasm rattled the table as Jenni's hands pumped and tickled the cum out of him. He continued to squirt for about 25 seconds before his climax subsided.
After giving him a chance to breathe, Jenni leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“We're done. I am going to untie you and let you go. If you can walk, that is.” She snickered, “Once you are untied, you will leave here in the nude and never come back. If I catch you in here again, I will torture you to insanity. And you know I can do it too. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”
And that is how Parker discovered just how cold it can get outside at 2 in the morning.
