KITTLETOWN TWO
by Max Speer
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Hollywood Tickling
As Dr. Gregory's speech was being heard by hundreds, strange events were happening in the City of Angels.
"Claudia, we've brought in a new fashion consultant. He's from Florida, says he's worked with the best. Jeffrey!"
Supermodel Claudia Schiffer sat in front of her dressing mirror as make-up was applied to her perfect features. The delicate German beauty could not move her head to see the gentleman enter. She looked at his reflection in her mirror as he stood behind her and smiled. She noted that he was better looking than any other she had seen, and much younger.
"Nice to see you," Claudia said, lifting her exquisite, bare arm up over her head to shake his hand.
"Nice to see you, too," Jefferey said as he took her hand, yet stared at the reflection of the smooth, hairless underarm he'd fantasized tickling for years in Kittletown.
Claudia's dresser took the make-up artist by the arm and said, "I'll buy you a coffee. Let's leave them alone for a while so they could discuss clothes."
The two exited, leaving Jeffrey alone with the most beautiful woman in the world. He stared at her for a moment as he circled around her chair. She was quite a vision, dressed in a skin-tight, shiny, gold dress. It was sleeveless and the armholes were cut large, affording him quite a view of her ticklish arms underarms, and even the few ridges of her uppermost ribs. He looked down her sleek, sexy body and saw her sexy feet tucked into two slippers. Her toenails were obviously pedicured. Her legs were smooth as silk.
"So, Jeffrey," Claudia said as she looked at her face in the mirror, turning her head back and forth. "Are you gonna make me beautiful?"
"I think I'm a little late for that," Jeffrey said with a mouth that felt like it was filled with fiberglass. Then, he remembered his mission. He reached into his shoulder bag and pulled out a vial. "You want your coffee?" he asked.
"Oh, okay. Yes. Hand it to me please?"
Jeffrey was moved by the silkiness of her voice and her German accent. He felt like he was staring at a goddess.
Claudia adjusted thin strands of hair as she worked the mirror; her friend. Jeffrey emptied the vial into the coffee and handed it to her. She drank it up, delighted by the sudden sweetness. Then she handed the empty cup to Jeffrey.
He knew that the juice worked quickly. Before she knew what hit her, Jeffrey had taken her wrists and was lifting her hands over her head.
Claudia was feeling very euphoric and unable to protest. She seemed to be dreaming of a photo shoot. Suddenly, she was Alice in Wonderland and there was a tea party.
"Tea Party," Claudia muttered in a slurred voice. "Are we going to a tea party?"
"Yes, Claudia," Jeffrey whispered so close that he smelled her perfume and it ignited his passion. "We're having a 'T' party. Do you know what 'T' stands for?'
"No, what?"
Jeffrey had bound her wrists together and secured them to the back of the chair. This left her arms up and over her head, making her a most vulnerable victim.
"'T' stands for tickle."
"Oh......." Claudia said with a smile. "Who are we going to tickle today?"
"You, my dear. I'm the Mad Hatter and I'm just mad about tickling little girls like you." Jeffrey reached up and placed his fingertips on Claudia's smooth and hairless underarm. He had been careful not to give Claudia a full dose, otherwise she would have fainted from the intensity of the sensations. Instead she squealed so loudly and laughed so intensely that he thought she might break the chair. She kicked her bare legs, smacking her feet against the bottom of the reclined make-up chair.
Claudia Schiffer squirmed to get her arm out of the way of his fingers. It was beyond tickling, it was torture! He wriggled his fingers and felt the smooth skin. This fired him up. He had often thought about tickling this gorgeous creature.
Claudia laughed through her euphoria and her whole body shook. She had a sweet, girlish laugh.
"Oh please!!!!" she giggled. "Mr. Hatter. Don't tickle me anymore. I can't stand it!!! Her headswung from side to side and her eyes were shut tightly as she squealed.
She was laughing but something told Jeffrey that she was enjoying it sexually. Her thighs rubbed together as she laughed.
Jeffrey walked around Claudia and barely touched his fingertips to her protruding ribs. The sensitive blonde beauty shrieked and giggled as her senses whirled in exaggerated titillation. She squirmed left and right as he kept his fingers in place. As she squirmed left, his fingers touched her ribs on the left side. The same on the right, so that poor Claudia was tickling herself. She laughed a shrill giggling laugh and began to plead in German.
The tension in Jeffrey's organs was too much to take. He needed release but he was careful not to try too hard to get Claudia to laugh. He feared that, lost in his own passion, he would take the poor tickled girl over the Edge , a place he had seen in the formula's experimental stage.
Slowly, Jeffrey removed a stiff feather from his pocket. Claudia's eyes were closed and seemed lost in sensation. Careful not to create a negative response, he avoided lifting the foot. Instead, he knelt down and lightly stroked the feather over the bottom of her gorgeous, bare sole.
The effect was like a rocket blast. Claudia's eyes sprung open and she screamed and squealed, pleading again in German.
"Not my FEEEEET!!!!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE NO NO NO NO HEE HEE HEE NOT FEET NOOOO!!!!!!!!!" she managed in English. Her feet were indescribably ticklish and she squealed so loudly that Jeffrey feared discovery. The moment was too wonderful to stop, however, so he hunkered down for a great day of tickling the feet of the most beautiful woman in the world. He placed his belt around the top of her ankles and secured it under the chair by the buckle. Then he took the feather and began to stroke it up and down her extremely soft soles.
Claudia's toes wiggled wildly and tried to grab the tickling feather. Jeffrey teased her by strumming the quill ever-so-lightly at the base of the toes. Claudia's laughter grew devilish and she tried to scold him, giggling, but only German came out.
She was a magnificent sight! Her long, lean body rocked and writhed. He long tresses flowed back behind her chair and over her delicate cheek bones which were stretched in ticklish laughter. Her long legs, smooth as silk, twisted gently as she tried to recoil from the wicked foot-tickling, yet managed to reserve some movement to rub her thighs together and squeeze out the sexual ebb and flow. Through the movement, Claudia's dress began to hike up exposing her laced panties. She was wet with excitement.
Jeffrey knew that the formula would wear off soon but she was still heightened so he was careful not to tickle too long or hard. Her laughter was constant and it began to grow hoarse.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!!!!" Claudia said in a sing-songy voice when Jeffrey took the feather away from her highly sensitive feet. "Are you gonna tickle me anymore Mr. Hatter?"
Jeffrey's crotch was tight and bursting. "Would you like me to tickle you, little Doormouse?"
"It tickles between my legs, Mr. Hatter. Will you take care of that?"
"Oh yes, my dear, without a doubt!"
by Max Speer
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Hollywood Tickling
As Dr. Gregory's speech was being heard by hundreds, strange events were happening in the City of Angels.
"Claudia, we've brought in a new fashion consultant. He's from Florida, says he's worked with the best. Jeffrey!"
Supermodel Claudia Schiffer sat in front of her dressing mirror as make-up was applied to her perfect features. The delicate German beauty could not move her head to see the gentleman enter. She looked at his reflection in her mirror as he stood behind her and smiled. She noted that he was better looking than any other she had seen, and much younger.
"Nice to see you," Claudia said, lifting her exquisite, bare arm up over her head to shake his hand.
"Nice to see you, too," Jefferey said as he took her hand, yet stared at the reflection of the smooth, hairless underarm he'd fantasized tickling for years in Kittletown.
Claudia's dresser took the make-up artist by the arm and said, "I'll buy you a coffee. Let's leave them alone for a while so they could discuss clothes."
The two exited, leaving Jeffrey alone with the most beautiful woman in the world. He stared at her for a moment as he circled around her chair. She was quite a vision, dressed in a skin-tight, shiny, gold dress. It was sleeveless and the armholes were cut large, affording him quite a view of her ticklish arms underarms, and even the few ridges of her uppermost ribs. He looked down her sleek, sexy body and saw her sexy feet tucked into two slippers. Her toenails were obviously pedicured. Her legs were smooth as silk.
"So, Jeffrey," Claudia said as she looked at her face in the mirror, turning her head back and forth. "Are you gonna make me beautiful?"
"I think I'm a little late for that," Jeffrey said with a mouth that felt like it was filled with fiberglass. Then, he remembered his mission. He reached into his shoulder bag and pulled out a vial. "You want your coffee?" he asked.
"Oh, okay. Yes. Hand it to me please?"
Jeffrey was moved by the silkiness of her voice and her German accent. He felt like he was staring at a goddess.
Claudia adjusted thin strands of hair as she worked the mirror; her friend. Jeffrey emptied the vial into the coffee and handed it to her. She drank it up, delighted by the sudden sweetness. Then she handed the empty cup to Jeffrey.
He knew that the juice worked quickly. Before she knew what hit her, Jeffrey had taken her wrists and was lifting her hands over her head.
Claudia was feeling very euphoric and unable to protest. She seemed to be dreaming of a photo shoot. Suddenly, she was Alice in Wonderland and there was a tea party.
"Tea Party," Claudia muttered in a slurred voice. "Are we going to a tea party?"
"Yes, Claudia," Jeffrey whispered so close that he smelled her perfume and it ignited his passion. "We're having a 'T' party. Do you know what 'T' stands for?'
"No, what?"
Jeffrey had bound her wrists together and secured them to the back of the chair. This left her arms up and over her head, making her a most vulnerable victim.
"'T' stands for tickle."
"Oh......." Claudia said with a smile. "Who are we going to tickle today?"
"You, my dear. I'm the Mad Hatter and I'm just mad about tickling little girls like you." Jeffrey reached up and placed his fingertips on Claudia's smooth and hairless underarm. He had been careful not to give Claudia a full dose, otherwise she would have fainted from the intensity of the sensations. Instead she squealed so loudly and laughed so intensely that he thought she might break the chair. She kicked her bare legs, smacking her feet against the bottom of the reclined make-up chair.
Claudia Schiffer squirmed to get her arm out of the way of his fingers. It was beyond tickling, it was torture! He wriggled his fingers and felt the smooth skin. This fired him up. He had often thought about tickling this gorgeous creature.
Claudia laughed through her euphoria and her whole body shook. She had a sweet, girlish laugh.
"Oh please!!!!" she giggled. "Mr. Hatter. Don't tickle me anymore. I can't stand it!!! Her headswung from side to side and her eyes were shut tightly as she squealed.
She was laughing but something told Jeffrey that she was enjoying it sexually. Her thighs rubbed together as she laughed.
Jeffrey walked around Claudia and barely touched his fingertips to her protruding ribs. The sensitive blonde beauty shrieked and giggled as her senses whirled in exaggerated titillation. She squirmed left and right as he kept his fingers in place. As she squirmed left, his fingers touched her ribs on the left side. The same on the right, so that poor Claudia was tickling herself. She laughed a shrill giggling laugh and began to plead in German.
The tension in Jeffrey's organs was too much to take. He needed release but he was careful not to try too hard to get Claudia to laugh. He feared that, lost in his own passion, he would take the poor tickled girl over the Edge , a place he had seen in the formula's experimental stage.
Slowly, Jeffrey removed a stiff feather from his pocket. Claudia's eyes were closed and seemed lost in sensation. Careful not to create a negative response, he avoided lifting the foot. Instead, he knelt down and lightly stroked the feather over the bottom of her gorgeous, bare sole.
The effect was like a rocket blast. Claudia's eyes sprung open and she screamed and squealed, pleading again in German.
"Not my FEEEEET!!!!!!! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE NO NO NO NO HEE HEE HEE NOT FEET NOOOO!!!!!!!!!" she managed in English. Her feet were indescribably ticklish and she squealed so loudly that Jeffrey feared discovery. The moment was too wonderful to stop, however, so he hunkered down for a great day of tickling the feet of the most beautiful woman in the world. He placed his belt around the top of her ankles and secured it under the chair by the buckle. Then he took the feather and began to stroke it up and down her extremely soft soles.
Claudia's toes wiggled wildly and tried to grab the tickling feather. Jeffrey teased her by strumming the quill ever-so-lightly at the base of the toes. Claudia's laughter grew devilish and she tried to scold him, giggling, but only German came out.
She was a magnificent sight! Her long, lean body rocked and writhed. He long tresses flowed back behind her chair and over her delicate cheek bones which were stretched in ticklish laughter. Her long legs, smooth as silk, twisted gently as she tried to recoil from the wicked foot-tickling, yet managed to reserve some movement to rub her thighs together and squeeze out the sexual ebb and flow. Through the movement, Claudia's dress began to hike up exposing her laced panties. She was wet with excitement.
Jeffrey knew that the formula would wear off soon but she was still heightened so he was careful not to tickle too long or hard. Her laughter was constant and it began to grow hoarse.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!!!!" Claudia said in a sing-songy voice when Jeffrey took the feather away from her highly sensitive feet. "Are you gonna tickle me anymore Mr. Hatter?"
Jeffrey's crotch was tight and bursting. "Would you like me to tickle you, little Doormouse?"
"It tickles between my legs, Mr. Hatter. Will you take care of that?"
"Oh yes, my dear, without a doubt!"
