Birthday Tickles

Linda was apprehensive about her first acting job, for more reasons than one. Her wardrobe consisted of nothing more than an ultra-skimpy leopard spot bikini, the strapless top of which barely contained her breasts. In addition, she was surrounded by movie cameras arranged strategically around the pool in her back yard. But most threatening were the extras in their bathing suits, her own friends who were watching her in anticipation for the coming scene. They too had read the script.

"Take one," said director Eric Marcel.

The cameras rolling, Linda’s friends started to sing.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Linda, happy birthday to you."

There was applause, then one guy yelled, "Hey everybody, how about a spanking for the birthday girl."

Linda adopted an exaggerated shocked expression, and heard a girl say, "I have a better idea. How about a birthday tickling?"

Linda’s shocked expression changed to terror at that.

Another girl said, "Look what I got from my father the cop," holding up a pair of gleaming handcuffs.

"No," said Linda, backing away while shaking her head and holding her palms out toward them, giving them her most charming smile while backing away from them.

The extras started chanting "Birthday tickles, birthday tickles."

"How old are you, Linda?" shouted her best friend, Sue Ellen.

"Fifteen."

"Liar, you’re twenty. You get twenty tickles."

Screaming, Linda turned and bounded for the door to her house with her friends in pursuit. One of the quicker young men caught her around the middle just before she reached the stairs, and she squealed and struggled as the rest caught up. The girl with the handcuffs held them up in front of Linda, who looked at them in terror.

"Birthday tickles! Birthday tickles! chanted the crowd.

Another young man came over and took one of Linda’s arms while the guy who had caught her held the other. Together they pulled her arms behind her back while the girl placed the handcuffs on her wrists. Linda, abandoning herself to her role, never stopped struggling and screaming. They lowered her to the carpeting, while the two strong young men each held a bare ankle.

"I’ll go first," said Sue Ellen, who knelt at Linda’s feet and started tickling. It was nothing compared to the torture inflicted by her own Aunt Vivian, but it was bad enough. No longer acting, Linda laughed and struggled, twisting and turning on the carpet, frustratingly aware of the steel cuffs around her wrists. It lasted a minute or so, then Sue Ellen stopped.

"I’m next," said Horace, a young man who’d had a crush on Linda throughout school. He knelt beside Linda, enjoying the way she looked with her nice breasts nearly falling out of the bikini top and her bare arms locked behind her back. Most of all he liked her expression which showed she was at his mercy and knew it.

"Horace, no. Come on, gimme a break."

Her bare midriff was too much for him, so he gently probed her warm skin from her sides to her navel. She shrieked and tried to twist away, but two of the girls held her shoulders down while he groped her midriff.

"No, hahaha, Horace, hahah, stop, noooo, ahhhhhahaha."

(In another part of town, a late middle-aged woman (played by a heavily made up Aunt Vivian) turned her head as if hearing a faint distant sound, a sound beckoning her with a message meant for her soul alone. "Rogi," she said, "Come here. I have a task for you.")

After a minute, a hand clapped him on his shoulder and said, "My turn," as if it were a dance and he were cutting in. Another guy took his turn on Linda’s midriff, then a girl started in on her feet as well. Time grew fuzzy after that, as the extras took turns tickling her into madness. Linda had mostly forgotten she was being filmed, and just did what she would have done if she were not. She screamed and struggled and pleaded for mercy, which of course there was not going to be. Eventually, the director yelled "Cut, it’s a wrap," and the people reluctantly stopped tickling her, leaving Linda lying limply on the floor, her hands still securely behind her back. Everybody broke into an applause as her mother came to her rescue and unlocked the cuffs, then helped her to her feet. She stood unsteadily, rubbing her wrists and looking at her friends. Everybody applauded again.

Linda, now clad in a leopard spot strapless dress over her bikini, was lying on the couch when her mother came home.

"How was the party, dear?" She was dressed in a nice dark blue sleeveless dress, which accentuated her still shapely figure. Although in her early forties, clothing that only younger women could usually wear still looked good on her.

"You wouldn’t believe it if I told you." Her mother walked briskly over to the couch and gave Linda’s side a small tickle. Linda giggled.

"Mother!"

(That part of the script that had been deleted out of Linda’s copy. It had been decided, reasonably enough, that Linda would have flinched beforehand, thus ruining the spontaneity of the scene.)

"Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Hey..." she started to say something else, but the doorbell rang, so she went to open it.

Linda sat up when she heard the scream, and ran to the door to find her mother struggling with a large man with a misshapen face. "Leave her alone, you freak!" and started pounding on the man’s chest with both fists. Linda and her mother, overtaken with fear, both fainted, and the large man threw them both over his shoulder and carried the two limp women out into the night.