KITTLETOWN TWO
by Max Speer
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tickling Machine Visit
Sandra and Pam entered the Michaels building looking like two high priced fashion models. They were absolutely gorgeous. Sandra's natural curly, red hair was even curlier and her long locks draped over her bare shoulders. Pam's dark, blonde hair flowed as well, and both women wore very sexy, tight, sleeveless dresses that accentuated their impeccable, shapely bodies. Their full breasts showed just enough cleavage from the scoop necklines.
"We're here to see Dr. Gregory," Pam said to the beautiful receptionist. Sandra scrutinized the woman who looked as if she stepped off the cover of Cosmo.
"I'll buzz him. You are...?"
"We are two new employees of the Tickling Machine," Sandra said with her nose a little higher than usual.
"Oh. Well that's different," said the receptionist. "They've been expecting you. I'm sorry. I should've known to look at you. Please forgive me. I'll take you there myself."
The woman rose and Sandra almost gasped at the exquisite beauty of this woman. She was the sexiest woman Sandra had ever seen. But the woman's apology was so abrupt that she felt like giggling. Pam felt the same way, and, as they followed behind, they looked at each other, winked and smiled.
As they walked down the shiny halls with large paintings hung impeccably from long, wired hangers, they passed a man walking from the opposite direction. He was very handsome and the women tried not to stare at him. But he was not as controlled. He stared at the two with his mouth slung open and nearly pulled a muscle in his neck as he turned and watched them pass.
The sheer sexual energy in that hall was nuclear!
"You know that TM women are definately hands off," said the receptionist.
"What does that mean?" asked Sandra.
"It means, my lucky friends, that you two are so special that men are not allowed to tickle you unless they pay handsomely; and they do."
"You mean that guys can't tickle us whenever they want?" asked Pam.
"That's right."
"Even on the outside?"
"That's right; unless, of course you want them to. You girls are Prime Cuts."
The receptionist stopped and an electric eye opened glass, double doors. She turned and allowed them to pass giving them a smile.
"Congratulations," she said, warmly. "And welcome!"
"Thank you," the two said as they entered.
The room was large with a long conference table covered with linen. On top of the linen were plates of fruit and cheese, bottles of champagne, flowers and chocolates.
Standing behind the table were two large men. A smaller, gray-haired gentleman standing in the middle of them looked tiny compared to the other two. The middle man, however, spoke.
"Sandra, Pamela. Welcome!"
The women smiled and inched their way into the room amid the awesome sight.
"Thank you," Sandra said. "Are you having a party?"
The men looked at each other and chuckled.
"You can say that," The gray-haired man said. "The party is in honor of the two of you. You girls are why we are celebrating."
Pam and Sandra blushed in embarrassment. They covered their mouths, looked at each other and giggled.
"Thank you," they said together, as they walked slowly to the strange man.
"I am Dr. Gregory. These are my assistants, Claude and Harry."
They exchanged little nods while the men examined them with bulging eyes.
"You can say that I have kept the Michaels Philosophy alive in Kittletown. I invented the Tickling Machine and just about everything else here.
"You are quite a genius," Pam said with some difficulty. She remembered the time, not too long ago, that she and Barbara were strapped to the Tickling Machine and tickle-tortured in front of an anonymous audience. She also remembered the intensity of the tickling experience and wondered why she was about to put herself through it again.
"We are very excited to have you two, beautiful ladies working in our exclusive club. You know the status of working here puts you at the top of the social ladder here in Kittletown."
That's great , thought Sandra. My life dream has always to be on the top of the social ladder in a small Florida town.
"Oh," said Dr. Gregory. "But you will soon see the benefits, my dear."
Sandra was taken aback. Did he read my thoughts, or was that just a coincidence?
"Please sit down," Dr. Gregory said indicating two plush chairs in the center of the room.
The two women walked slowly. Sandra couldn't keep her eyes off the strange doctor.
"Please, put down your purses."
Pam and Sandra laid their small clutch purses on the table and sat in the overstuffed, velvety armchairs. They almost cooed at the extreme comfort.
"These are wonderful chairs," Pam said, shimmying her body into it as if it were a nest.
"Our latest design," Gregory said as he produced a remote from his pocket and pressed a button.
In a flash, padded clamps whipped around the arms of the chair, trapping the women's thin wrists.
"Oh!" they said in shock. Their first instinct was to flee, but after a moment they realized that this was a self-imposed situtaion so they tried to relax.
The doctor pressed another button and clamps also encircled their ankles.
Pam was starting to relax and actually began to feel excitement from the surprises. Sandra was still unsure.
"Space Mountain," Sandra whispered softly. Pam looked at her and smiled, remembering the time the two girls went to Disneyworld. Sandra was so thrilled by the Space Mountain ride that she confessed that she had an orgasm from the sheer excitement.
The doctor handed his remote to Harry and walked to the bound beauties. He produced a scope from his lab coat pocket and began to look very closely at the skin of Sandra's arm.
"Ah yes, very good. An exquisite specimen. Your nerves are perfect." He rose and took the scope away from his eye, peering at Sandra. "You are a very ticklish girl, eh?"
Sandra looked at Pam and giggled. "Yes I am."
"Harry!" the doctor called. Harry pressed a button on the remote and the arms of the chair moved up and out like wings opening. Sandra began to feel her arms lifting away from her body. When the chair arms were fully extended, Sandra's own arms were extended outward to each side.
The doctor clicked the light of his scope and brought it to his eye. Then he bent low to Sandra's armpit and Sandra felt his breath under her arm. This made her giggle again. But when the doctor's scope touched the smooth, sensitive skin under her arm she really began to giggle harder.
"That tickles!" she said giggling and looking over at Pam. Pam started to giggle as well. "Ow!!! Stop it!! That tickles!!!"
She shook her shoulder, trying to flick the doctor off but he remained fixed until he saw what he wanted.
"Yes, yes, very good. Very Very good!" He said rising. "You have a wonderful reflex."
"You mean I'm very ticklish," Sandra said with a smile.
"Yes, I guess you could say that."
"Well you should've listened to me because I told you that already."
The doctor bent over so that he was very close to her face.
"Young lady," he said quietly. "You are about to be paid a very large amount of money to work at my place. Remarks like that are not necessary and detrimental to your future here."
Sandra looked down, ashamed. "Sorry."
"Besides," he continued. "You are certainly not in a position to be disrespectful to me, eh? You are definitely vulnerable to my assitants and my self, eh?"
With that remark, the doctor reached under her arm and tickled her armpit with five wriggling fingers. Sandra squealed and laughed, apologizing profusely.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry hee hee hee okay okay OKAYAAAY hee hee hee hee hee !!!!!!"
The doctor wasn't even looking at her. He had turned to look at his assistants as his fingers remained under her ticklish armpit.
"Eh?" he said to Claude and Harry. "She's a pretty good one, don't you think? Look at that response. Very ticklish. Very ticklish. She'll bring us a lot of customers. Good reaction time. Did you see how quickly she started laughing when I touched her. We have ways to make her reaction time even shorter, eh?"
The doctor stopped. He bent over and kissed her forehead. She was so beautiful. Her hair was like golden fire and her skin was soft as silk and cotton.
"Claude," he said. "Make sure that these fine women are fed and comfortable. Give them lots of water, eh? Tonight we see them on the tickling machines and we see then what we see, eh?"
Sandra turned her head to Pam. "Tonight we go on the tickling machine?"
Pam looked into her best friend's blue eyes then down to her outstretched arms and into her smooth underarm. She would pay to tickle this magnificent women herself.
"Tonight."
by Max Speer
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tickling Machine Visit
Sandra and Pam entered the Michaels building looking like two high priced fashion models. They were absolutely gorgeous. Sandra's natural curly, red hair was even curlier and her long locks draped over her bare shoulders. Pam's dark, blonde hair flowed as well, and both women wore very sexy, tight, sleeveless dresses that accentuated their impeccable, shapely bodies. Their full breasts showed just enough cleavage from the scoop necklines.
"We're here to see Dr. Gregory," Pam said to the beautiful receptionist. Sandra scrutinized the woman who looked as if she stepped off the cover of Cosmo.
"I'll buzz him. You are...?"
"We are two new employees of the Tickling Machine," Sandra said with her nose a little higher than usual.
"Oh. Well that's different," said the receptionist. "They've been expecting you. I'm sorry. I should've known to look at you. Please forgive me. I'll take you there myself."
The woman rose and Sandra almost gasped at the exquisite beauty of this woman. She was the sexiest woman Sandra had ever seen. But the woman's apology was so abrupt that she felt like giggling. Pam felt the same way, and, as they followed behind, they looked at each other, winked and smiled.
As they walked down the shiny halls with large paintings hung impeccably from long, wired hangers, they passed a man walking from the opposite direction. He was very handsome and the women tried not to stare at him. But he was not as controlled. He stared at the two with his mouth slung open and nearly pulled a muscle in his neck as he turned and watched them pass.
The sheer sexual energy in that hall was nuclear!
"You know that TM women are definately hands off," said the receptionist.
"What does that mean?" asked Sandra.
"It means, my lucky friends, that you two are so special that men are not allowed to tickle you unless they pay handsomely; and they do."
"You mean that guys can't tickle us whenever they want?" asked Pam.
"That's right."
"Even on the outside?"
"That's right; unless, of course you want them to. You girls are Prime Cuts."
The receptionist stopped and an electric eye opened glass, double doors. She turned and allowed them to pass giving them a smile.
"Congratulations," she said, warmly. "And welcome!"
"Thank you," the two said as they entered.
The room was large with a long conference table covered with linen. On top of the linen were plates of fruit and cheese, bottles of champagne, flowers and chocolates.
Standing behind the table were two large men. A smaller, gray-haired gentleman standing in the middle of them looked tiny compared to the other two. The middle man, however, spoke.
"Sandra, Pamela. Welcome!"
The women smiled and inched their way into the room amid the awesome sight.
"Thank you," Sandra said. "Are you having a party?"
The men looked at each other and chuckled.
"You can say that," The gray-haired man said. "The party is in honor of the two of you. You girls are why we are celebrating."
Pam and Sandra blushed in embarrassment. They covered their mouths, looked at each other and giggled.
"Thank you," they said together, as they walked slowly to the strange man.
"I am Dr. Gregory. These are my assistants, Claude and Harry."
They exchanged little nods while the men examined them with bulging eyes.
"You can say that I have kept the Michaels Philosophy alive in Kittletown. I invented the Tickling Machine and just about everything else here.
"You are quite a genius," Pam said with some difficulty. She remembered the time, not too long ago, that she and Barbara were strapped to the Tickling Machine and tickle-tortured in front of an anonymous audience. She also remembered the intensity of the tickling experience and wondered why she was about to put herself through it again.
"We are very excited to have you two, beautiful ladies working in our exclusive club. You know the status of working here puts you at the top of the social ladder here in Kittletown."
That's great , thought Sandra. My life dream has always to be on the top of the social ladder in a small Florida town.
"Oh," said Dr. Gregory. "But you will soon see the benefits, my dear."
Sandra was taken aback. Did he read my thoughts, or was that just a coincidence?
"Please sit down," Dr. Gregory said indicating two plush chairs in the center of the room.
The two women walked slowly. Sandra couldn't keep her eyes off the strange doctor.
"Please, put down your purses."
Pam and Sandra laid their small clutch purses on the table and sat in the overstuffed, velvety armchairs. They almost cooed at the extreme comfort.
"These are wonderful chairs," Pam said, shimmying her body into it as if it were a nest.
"Our latest design," Gregory said as he produced a remote from his pocket and pressed a button.
In a flash, padded clamps whipped around the arms of the chair, trapping the women's thin wrists.
"Oh!" they said in shock. Their first instinct was to flee, but after a moment they realized that this was a self-imposed situtaion so they tried to relax.
The doctor pressed another button and clamps also encircled their ankles.
Pam was starting to relax and actually began to feel excitement from the surprises. Sandra was still unsure.
"Space Mountain," Sandra whispered softly. Pam looked at her and smiled, remembering the time the two girls went to Disneyworld. Sandra was so thrilled by the Space Mountain ride that she confessed that she had an orgasm from the sheer excitement.
The doctor handed his remote to Harry and walked to the bound beauties. He produced a scope from his lab coat pocket and began to look very closely at the skin of Sandra's arm.
"Ah yes, very good. An exquisite specimen. Your nerves are perfect." He rose and took the scope away from his eye, peering at Sandra. "You are a very ticklish girl, eh?"
Sandra looked at Pam and giggled. "Yes I am."
"Harry!" the doctor called. Harry pressed a button on the remote and the arms of the chair moved up and out like wings opening. Sandra began to feel her arms lifting away from her body. When the chair arms were fully extended, Sandra's own arms were extended outward to each side.
The doctor clicked the light of his scope and brought it to his eye. Then he bent low to Sandra's armpit and Sandra felt his breath under her arm. This made her giggle again. But when the doctor's scope touched the smooth, sensitive skin under her arm she really began to giggle harder.
"That tickles!" she said giggling and looking over at Pam. Pam started to giggle as well. "Ow!!! Stop it!! That tickles!!!"
She shook her shoulder, trying to flick the doctor off but he remained fixed until he saw what he wanted.
"Yes, yes, very good. Very Very good!" He said rising. "You have a wonderful reflex."
"You mean I'm very ticklish," Sandra said with a smile.
"Yes, I guess you could say that."
"Well you should've listened to me because I told you that already."
The doctor bent over so that he was very close to her face.
"Young lady," he said quietly. "You are about to be paid a very large amount of money to work at my place. Remarks like that are not necessary and detrimental to your future here."
Sandra looked down, ashamed. "Sorry."
"Besides," he continued. "You are certainly not in a position to be disrespectful to me, eh? You are definitely vulnerable to my assitants and my self, eh?"
With that remark, the doctor reached under her arm and tickled her armpit with five wriggling fingers. Sandra squealed and laughed, apologizing profusely.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry hee hee hee okay okay OKAYAAAY hee hee hee hee hee !!!!!!"
The doctor wasn't even looking at her. He had turned to look at his assistants as his fingers remained under her ticklish armpit.
"Eh?" he said to Claude and Harry. "She's a pretty good one, don't you think? Look at that response. Very ticklish. Very ticklish. She'll bring us a lot of customers. Good reaction time. Did you see how quickly she started laughing when I touched her. We have ways to make her reaction time even shorter, eh?"
The doctor stopped. He bent over and kissed her forehead. She was so beautiful. Her hair was like golden fire and her skin was soft as silk and cotton.
"Claude," he said. "Make sure that these fine women are fed and comfortable. Give them lots of water, eh? Tonight we see them on the tickling machines and we see then what we see, eh?"
Sandra turned her head to Pam. "Tonight we go on the tickling machine?"
Pam looked into her best friend's blue eyes then down to her outstretched arms and into her smooth underarm. She would pay to tickle this magnificent women herself.
"Tonight."
