The Side Hustle connundrum

"I...I'm sorry! Please I am so sorry! Please don't make me fuck a guy! PLEASE!" "You are guilty. Take responsibility." "PLEASE!" pleaded Mike.

Original Tale: A Woman’s Evil New Side-Hustle

Original Publishing date: Mar 22, 2023

Original Author: parpignollord

Original Source: Ticklingforum

Jodi was a natural tickler. Always had been. Whether it was friends, family, or even strangers, if Jodi ever spotted a bare arm, tummy, or foot, she was determined to tickle it. She loved the sound of laughter, the way it made people squirm, and the feeling of power she got from making someone laugh uncontrollably.

She was 35 and had been married to her wife Wanda for nearly 10 years. She was about 5’9” with auburn hair. Jodi typically dressed casually as was appropriate for her suburban life. Jodi and her wife Wanda had talked about having kids, but neither made it a priority. They both appreciated the freedom of living as just the two of them.

One day Jodi had just arrived home from work when she heard the familiar sound of her wife Wanda tinkering around under the kitchen sink. She walked over to see what she was up to and found her legs sticking out from under the cabinet. Jodi realized that Wanda hadn’t heard her enter the house or kitchen.

Without hesitation, Jodi decided to have some fun. She playfully sat on Wanda's legs, making sure she was truly stuck under the sink. She could hear her commenting on her antics, but she couldn't do much else with her legs pinned in place.

“Jodi? Is that you? Wh-what are you doing? Jodi, why are you sitting on my legs?”

Feeling mischievous, Jodi decided to take things a step further. She removed Wanda's shoes and socks, exposing her bare feet to her eager fingers.

She began to tickle her toes, making her squirm and laugh uncontrollably.

“Jodi, no! Jodi stop! No Jodi, nohahahaha-hahaHAhahaHAHAHAHA…”

Wanda was thoroughly lodged under the sink and couldn’t escape even if she wasn’t in hysterics.

“Please nohohohahahaHAHAHAHA, please no Jodi, I caahaHAHAHAHAHA”

Wanda begged for mercy, but Jodi continued her tickling ****, enjoying the sound of her laughter filling the kitchen.

Being the fiendish tickler she was, Jodi had a particularly effective technique when it came to tickling feet. Instead of mindless scribbling on the bottom of Wanda’s soles, she gently glided her sharp nails in a line across key tickle spots. This expert technique was extremely effective and immediately sent Wanda into a frenzy. she was really losing her mind.

Finally, after about 15 minutes of tickling, Jodi relented. She stood up and allowed Wanda to catch her breath.

As Wanda pulled herself out from under the sink, she gave Jodi an angry glare.

"Jesus Christ, Jodi! That’s f*cking ****."

Jodi couldn’t help but laugh at how furious Wanda had become.

“What? It’s just tickling” laughed Jodi.

“You don’t just tickle like normal, okay? The way you do it is evil. Like it could be a **** method, you could make someone give up any information.”

Jodi laughed even harder and wiggled her fingers.

“I’m serious, Jodi. Don’t ever do that again.”

Jodi smiled knowing that she would, in fact, tickle her the next opportunity she had, but something else she said stayed with her:

‘...it could be a **** method, you could make someone give up any information.’

Was it true? She knew she had been an avid tickler her whole life and had gotten pretty good at it. But was she so good that she could actually interrogate someone and extract information? Wanda seemed pretty serious.

Over the next several days the notion rolled around in her brain until one day something clicked. She had to find out.

Jodi went online and discovered a sexy novelty shop in the next town over that sold a variety of adult toys and accessories. Her heart raced as she perused the website. She knew a plan was beginning to take shape.

That weekend Wanda was out of town for a conference, so she knew it would be the right time to attempt her plan. Jamie snuck out of the house and drove to the sexy novelty shop. She felt a bit nervous as she browsed the shelves, but eventually, she mustered up the courage to approach the counter and purchase her items; rope, a blond wig, a blindfold, and a red ball gag.

As she walked back to her car, Jodi's heart was pounding with anticipation.

The Hotel Bar

Jodi entered the bar of the luxury downtown lesbian hotel in disguise. With her tight cocktail dress and blonde hair, she had become “Alexandra.”

Jodi made her way to the bar and took a seat in the corner with her drink. She scanned the room, looking for potential marks. There were a few gals who caught her eye, but she needed to find the most ticklish woman in the bar.

She decided to take her plan to the next level. Jodi decided to walk through the crowd and pretend to accidentally poke each of the other girls in the bar. That way she could discover who was the most ticklish.

Jodi made her way through poking the various women she walked past.

“Oops, sorry. Excuse me…” she uttered, playing it off like an accident.

A couple of girls jumped a bit, but she hadn’t discovered any truly hyper ticklish targets. That was until Nelly.

She was standing alone at the end of the bar, nursing a beer. she had long brown hair and a nose ring. Maggie couldn't see her face, but something about her intrigued her. She made her way over to her and gave a sly poke.

“YeaAACK” she shouted. Nearly spilling her drink.

Jodi had found her target.

"I'm so sorry!" she said, trying to hide her grin. "I'm just so clumsy."

"It's okay," Nelly said, smiling. "I'm just ticklish."

"What are you doing standing here all alone?"

The woman looked up at her and her heart skipped a beat. Jodi had the bluest eyes she had ever seen and a dimpled smile that made her knees weak.

"I'm Alexandra," she said, extending her hand.

"I'm Nelly," she replied, shaking her hand.

Nelly and Jodi found a table and talked for about 20 minutes. Nelly shared that she had recently become quite successful after some investments really took off, but hadn’t dated in a long time and were easing back into it. Alexandra listened intently, earning her trust.

After learning about her, ‘Alexandra’ learned and whispered in her ear.

“I think it might be a good idea for you to get us a hotel room.”

Nelly went pale and nodded. As she left to go buy a room, Alexandra double-checked her back to make sure she had all the tools she would require.

Nelly grinned as she returned with a room key.

“Room 327, let’s go!”

She took her hand not believing her luck. As they walked out of the bar, Maggie knew she had found the most ticklish girl she had ever seen.

The Hotel Room

Jodi had finished securing the final knot leaving Nelly tied spread eagle to the bed in her underwear.

“You ever been tied up?”

“Uh yeah, just not this tight before”

Jodi laughed.

She reached back into her bag and removed the large black blindfold.

“Here we go,” she said and she slipped the blindfold over Nelly’s eyes.

She couldn’t see anything.

“Oh wow, this is going to be wild.”

“Open wide lovergirl”

She wasn’t sure what Jodi had in mind, but Nelly dutifully opened her mouth.

Immediately, Jodi shoved the ball gag into her mouth and strapped it tightly behind her head.

Surprised, Nelly began to grunt behind the gag.

"Okay, here's what's going on. I'm going to need you to tell me all your banking info. That means, usernames, passwords, account numbers, and PINs. All of it.”

She shook her head no.

"To be honest, I was actually hoping that would be the case," said Jodi with a sadistic grin.

Nelly went pale. she felt beads of nervous sweat emerge on her forehead.

Jodi walked around the edge of the bed, lightly dragging a freshly manicured nail along her body. From her chest, down across her stomach, then down her leg, up the other leg, and back up the other side. This ticklish tracing sent Nelly into a frenzy.

Jodi had a sinister grin. Nelly was exactly what she needed. she had no understanding of what she was in for.

She lightly grazed her bare sole. Nelly emits a muffled yelp into the ball gag.

“mmMMMPHG!”

‘This is going to be fun’ Jodi thought.

She began her tickle **** technique: lightly gliding her sharp nails in a line up and down and across Nelly’s soles.

Nelly gasped. she had never experienced a sensation like this before. she pulled with all her might on her bonds and screamed into the gag.

“Mmmmmph! Mmphg! Mmphg! MmmMMMMMMMMPHG!!!”

The fetish-grade gag effectively contained her screams.

Nelly tried and tried to buck Jodi away and break through the knots. But alas the rope held strong, forcing Nelly to endure Jodi’s ****.

Jodi was having the time of her life. Never before had she had a woman this **** in her clutches. She continued to run her nails up and down, up and down, up and down, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Gently, and expertly, Jodi tormented Nelly’s most ticklish spots.

In a fleeting moment of mental clarity, Nelly pleaded to God how long would this go on?

Broken

Three hours later, Nelly was broken. Jodi had mercilessly explored her body from head to toe, cruelly exploiting her most ticklish spots. Nelly would do anything to stop the ****.

Finally, Jodi stood up from her position at her feet. She let her rest for about 30 seconds in anxious anticipation dreading that Jodi would begin the tickling once again.

Jodi leaned down to Nelly's ear and whispered,

“Okay, Nelly. You have a choice to make. You can either give me the information I asked for and we end our night together right now. Or if you refuse I will tickle you ALL NIGHT. Until the sun comes up.”

Nelly had lost any awareness of what time it was, but she knew from her ruthlessness that it could be hours. she had intended on providing her with the information after the first hour of tickling anyway, but the possibility that it could continue even longer gave her chills. she could not take any more ticking. she simply couldn’t.

“Let’s try this again. Will you provide me with all your banking information? Passwords, account numbers, PINs, ALL of it?”

Nelly enthusiastically nodded her head yes.

Jodi was thrilled. Her hypothesis was true. Jodi was a ****-grade tickler.

“All right, Nelly. I’m going to ungag you so you can tell me the information. You will tell me your banking information and NOTHING ELSE. If you DARE try to scream or call for help the gag goes RIGHT BACK and I tickle **** you all night. Understood?”

Nelly was docile and nodded her head ‘yes’ in compliance.

Jodi pulled the ball gag from her mouth. Nelly was still panting from the ordeal. Finally, she pulled her blindfold up to reveal her face. Jodi grinned sadistically above her.

Nelly revealed everything. her bank account numbers, login information, all of it. Jodi excitedly wrote down everything.

“Excellent, Nelly. For following my instructions I’m going to give you some water.”

Jodi walked over to the mall fridge and pulled out two bottles of water and a bag of candy.

“Ugh, not the minibar…” Nelly said softly. She was already about to drain her bank accounts, the least she could do was spare her the hotel upcharge.

“What was that, Nelly?!” barked Jodi.

Nelly laid her head back in defeat and kept quiet.

Jody sat on the bed next to Nelly’s head. She opened one of the $12 bottles of water and carefully helped her drink. Nelly gulped and gulped, still just happy to be free of the tickle ****.

After Nelly finished the bottle, Jodi set it aside.

“Now I’m going to verify this info to make sure you aren’t lying. If ONE character is wrong or I have any problems accessing your accounts, you are in for a long night. Understood?”

Jodi sat at the desk, logged into her laptop, opened a bottle of water and candy from the minibar, and got to work. She used all the information provided by Nelly and gained access to her accounts. Jodi was able to play around with her checking, savings, and investment accounts. As Jodi took control of her finances and ate candy, Nelly simply laid back, praying that she wouldn’t resume the tickling.

After a couple of minutes, Jodi shut her computer, set it back in her bag, and stood up.

Jodi walked back toward the bed and gave Nelly’s foot a scrape from heel to toe. she muffled her gasp and Jodi playfully shushed her as a reminder of what would happen if she made a sound.

Nelly watched her in terror.

“I couldn’t resist” laughed Jodi.

She picked up Nelly’s pants and fished her wallet out of her back pocket. she watched as she plucked her debit ATM card out. Jodi wore an evil smile. Nelly quietly groaned. She dropped her pants and wallet on the ground.

“Well, Nelly, I had an incredible time tonight. I hope you did too.” she giggled.

Nelly frowned.

Jodi snapped her fingers.

“Oops, I almost forgot.”

Jodi replaced the blindfold over Nelly’s eyes. she couldn’t see anything. Jodi opened her bag and retrieved a tube of lipstick. She then straddled Nelly on the bed once more.

Terrified that the ticklish **** might begin again, Nelly flinched. she kept silent, knowing what was best for her.

Jodi opened the lipstick and began writing on Nelly’s stomach. The sensation made her jerk, but she knew not to make any noise and upset ‘Alexandra.’ In large letters, she spelled out “Tickle Me!” Nelly couldn’t read what she wrote but she knew it could not be good.

“One more finishing touch,” said Jodi with a wink. She retrieved a pair of scissors from her bag and snipped away Nelly’s bra & underwear. She cast the shredded fabric aside leaving Nelly completely naked.

Nelly blushed. she wasn’t sure how much more humiliation she could take.

“Good news, Nelly. I’m not going to gag you. That means you have a choice. You can try to shout for help and alert the whole hotel to your situation or rest here quietly until housekeeping discreetly finds you in the morning. Do as you wish.”

Nelly groaned at her choices.

Jodi bent down once more and placed her hand gently on Nelly’s chest. She fluttered her eyelashes inches away from her face.

“I had a lovely evening Nelly. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.”

Jodi set the ballgag next to Nelly’s head on the pillow. She turned the light switch off and shut the door behind her, leaving Nelly alone, completely nude, and tied spread eagle to the bed in the dark.

Jodi quietly giggled.

Jodi strutted through the lobby, proud of her well-executed plan. She felt Nelly’s card in her bag, confident that she had really pulled it off.

As she headed through the doors she spotted a group of rowdy party girls at the bar. There were around 6 of them, wearing animal prints and cut-out dresses. They were all standing around in bare feet, carrying their extra high heels. Jodi couldn’t help but overhear them talking about being ejected from a nightclub for their disorderly conduct. Jodi made her way over to them.

She approached one young woman wearing a low-cut red dress and handed her the room key.

“Here you are, ladies. There’s a hot chick in room 327 ready to make your deepest fantasies a reality.”

Jodi walked away. She heard the girls begin to celebrate loudly and rush towards the elevator, heels clacking in hand. Jodi couldn’t help but chuckle.

Epilogue

Jodi selected “No” when prompted by the ATM if she would like a receipt. She collected her $3,000 and went on her way.

She had not drained Nelly’s accounts, but she knew her little withdrawal would be something Nelly could always remember her by.

Finally she removed her blonde wig and tossed it into a trash can as walked past.

Jodi pulled out her scissors once more and shredded Nelly’s ATM card. As she reflected on a night well spent she knew one thing was for certain. This was the first of many such nights.