By Featherfiend666
Jeff slipped back into his slippers. They had been warmed up a bit by the spotlights above this make-believe beach studio, and felt good on his sand-rubbed feet. He had been modeling the new swimwear of Laguna Fashions all day, and thought he might be a bit too tired for the important business he had to attend to tonight
The last few days have been rather stressful, and make him less eager to get ready than on other evenings. He had been getting these weird letters all week. From Dont forget about our agreement to Pay up or face the consequences and the latest, strangest one, reading simply: You might think us clowns, but you havent got a clue yet just how funny we can be!
None of these were signed, but he knew who was responsible. He had borrowed money from those back street types a few months ago. He had to get his portfolio ready, needed the cash for a new car, etcetera. His mom had warned him of his being such a spendthrift, but all would be well in a few days: he got this contract going and he would be getting the necessary dough at the end of next week. This new contract might be the start of something great, as the Laguna photographers had told him they could always use his fashionable Italian type: slightly muscular, and delicate-featured. What could these guys do to him anyway? He had stalled the payment a few times already, and they hadnt done anything yet. The truth is, these thoughts didnt bring him any comfort. The notes might indicate they did mean business.
After he had gotten ready, he drove straight to the shady house of Zoltan Roldic. This guy had a tough reputation, but he delivered all kinds of amounts no-questions-asked. Jeffs pal Carl never mentioned what happened to those guys who couldnt pay up the extra costs afterwards, but Mr. Roldic seemed a reasonable man. It was just best to forget about the drugs and stuff Carl told he might be into. Jeff would go in, tell him he would get the money by next Thursday, meet his end of the agreement then, and never meet those kinds of bad-asses again.
He rang the door a bit nervously, and didnt have to wait too long for it to be answered. A tall man in a suit, no doubt one of the so-called goons, opened and beckoned him to follow. They went through a long sparsely lighted corridor, and passed a padded door behind which the sound of faint giggles could be heard. Jeff wondered about it for about 0.5 seconds, as the odor of pot that seemed to hang in the entire house pointed directly at some spaced-out stoner in a characteristic laughing fit. None of his business, and if he pretended not to notice no cops could blame him for being involved afterwards.
The tall man brought him to the well-decorated office of Mr. Roldic, full of woodcraft, which he probably brought along from his native Albania. Roldic rose briefly and told him to have a seat. Jeff obliged, and smiled nervously.
Now tell me, Mr. Guili, have you finally managed to collect the funds to repay me for my generosity?
Well umm Sir, Im afraid not, but Ive got this shoot going now. Ill have the necessary cash on Thursday, so if you could just be patient for another
At this Roldics features tensed.
No, I could not be patient for another! Ive been patient with you long enough, Mr. Guili. I suggest we might give you some slight encouraging not to mess with me anymore!
He signaled to the tall man who pulled Jeff out of the chair in a chokehold, and dragged him through the hallway to the room where the giggles were coming from. They opened the door and didnt find any of the suspected stoners inside. A boy of about sixteen years old lay panting and giggling on a table. He seemed tightly strapped to it and was barefoot. A man holding a feather stood at the end of the table, and was stroking the sole of the boys bound left foot with it, while a second man knelt at the boys right foot, running the tip of his tongue all over the boys sole, but at the same time, stroking a feather in between the boys wiggling toes, while the boy giggled and struggled in his bonds. Hahahahahaha… OK… hahahah… stop… hahaha… alright!! Hahaha I stole it to hahahahaha to impress my buddies hahahahahaha…”
Please..HAHAH heee hee hee oh God, pleeeease stop!! I promisehee hee HAHAHA! I wont do it again, just, please!!! STOP!! Hahaahaha!! the boy giggled and sputtered, as both men continued their tickle torturing of his bound feet, I give up man, ple-e-hee-hee-hee-hee-ah-ha-ah-ha…oh god, please stop…” “Aaaaaahhhhahahahahaaaaaaa… pleeeeease hahahahahaha… stop…..”
When the men tickling the helpless boy noticed us standing in the doorway, they desisted what he was doing. Roldic entered together with us.
Thats enough gentlemen, we have bigger fish to fry right now!
The addressed men lay down the feathers and proceeded to release the boy, who jumped up and grabbed his socks and sneakers that lay next to the table on the floor, and was quick to say to Roldic:
Thank you Sir, I swear Ill never steal any of your stuff again!
Yeah yeah, fuck off for now, and remember: next time Ill leave you here for six hours!
That threat seemed to do the trick as the boy ran off quickly. The two goons now put the struggling Jeff on the table, and tightly secured the leather straps. It was no use fighting back as they were far stronger than he was, though he wasnt a weak man himself.
What are you going to do to me?
Roldic circled the table with a mysterious look on his face. The first he came at Jeffs feet he pulled of one shoe, and second time the other.
Then he turned back; in the first circle he took off one sock and during the second the other. Jeff started to be very nervous. He had been putting two and two together in his mind, but although it was pretty obvious couldnt believe they were going to do THAT to him. He twitched his toes a bit, and flexed his high-arched soles a bit, embarrassed by their new nakedness. He kept them in perfect condition since he had to do those shots for a course book on foot reflexology. The photographer, who always seemed to take an extra interest in the pictures in which his soft soles faced the camera, has whispered something distracted about perfection.
You know Mr. Guili, its hard to be a mobster these days. We cant encourage our clients to meet their end of the bargain as easy as we used to. People run off to the cops that easily today that we have to come up with methods that dont provide any physical evidence. Luckily I come from a community with a long tradition in making people sorry
He went to a small briefcase and took something out that Jeff couldnt make out.
We belief in hearty relations, and a model like yourself will enjoy our delicate care for the more sensitive body parts. In case you havent guessed: where going to show you just how ticklish your are!
Jeff turned pale. It was what he had guessed! He didnt need any showing here; he knew he WAS horribly ticklish. When he was doing the shots for the reflexology book he always had to ask the lady not to move about her fingers too much, and he still believed he had done the entire photo shoot with an agonized grimace
Please Mr. Roldic, Sir, I swear this wont be necessary, I will deliver the money on Thursday like I said and-
Roldic interrupted him: I bet you will!
He now showed Jeff what he was holding: a stiff-bristled paintbrush that he couldnt use for detailed jobs on the canvas, but which was perfect for locating sensitive spots on bare soles. He started lightly dusting Jeffs big toes. There was that grimace again! Jeff bit his lower lip, then both his lips, not to let out his ticklishness too soon, but of no avail. By the time Roldic had started stroking the area where his toes connected with the sole, he was done for. He chuckled candidly, like a man remembering a dirty joke in church. Roldic greeted this with a sardonic grin. Jeff started to plead a bit:
He he hum, Mr. humhemhe Roldic, please lets hehehehe talk this over.
Roldic ignored this and used to brush on his soles now. The high arches made it seem to him like he was renovating some Roman cathedral, but one that was soon twitching in torment. When Roldic started to make the strokes steadier and harder, paying great attention to some of the most reactive spots, Jeff broke out in roaring laughter, interrupted with slight hiccups.
Hahahahehehe plea-hehehe-se, we-hehhe-r all re-he-rea-sonable me-hehehehe-n
If he was, you couldnt tell by the way Roldic was going about it now.
He started to get his fingers in. He played torturous upside-down piano concertos under Jeffs left toes while dragging the brushes in nuanced strokes all across his right sole. From heel to toes, from toes to heels, and sometimes brushing along the side of his feet as well, or again giving the toes a fast and swirling dusting. Jeff was in hysterics when the feather kicked in as replacement to the brush. The gull it came from must have brought laughter to the winds.
Hahahahaha stop hehehehehehehehe!!!
Meanwhile the mobsters fingers kept clawing at his toes and soles, and seemed focused on prolonging the laughter now it had reached a climax. This was one skilled tickler. The movements of his fingers where part of a strict and effective choreography, they never delved in too deep as to avoid missing the upper nerves that dealt with ticklish sensation but found a perfect balance between speed and reserve. A match made in hell for Jeff. He was starting to black out, saw all kinds of colors dance in front of his eyes, and his laughter became more and more automatically. He welcomed the thought of passing out and just then:
Aha, lets hold it for a while. Were loosing our young gentleman!
When was he going to get out of here???