Suzanna's Tickle Torture Job

By Baldassare Cossa

Suzanna is totally broke - but as a struggling postgraduate student just getting ready to write her Thesis she can't afford give up her poorly paid student job any more than she can afford to sacrifice her time. What can she do? Risk her Masters degree or go hungry?

An unusual ad in the paper may be the answer to her prayers. $500 for two hours of tickletorture. Can she bring herself to do it?

She takes the risk and discovers her evil tickler is a very hot billionaire. And he is incredibly skilled - both as a tickler and a lover. A big risk bore big rewards and after very intense afternoon she is offered the opportunity to come back for more 'work'.

What will she do???

• Language: English
• Publisher: Baldassare Cossa
• Release date: Jun 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463409824

Baldassare Cossa

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TickleTorture Agony Series

Suzanna's Tickletorture Job

Baldassare Cossa

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Suzanna had a choice – exams were approaching and she needed all the study time she could cram if she was going to finish with a good degree. Writing up her thesis was taking longer than expected and her so called part time job was stretching to full time 40 hours per week just to make ends meet. Who said student life is easy? She knew she'd have to drop the hours or the job entirely if she was going to push through.

But she badly needed the money.

And the ad in the paper was tempting.

An offer she could barely refuse.

But it was a little scary – and embarrassing. But somehow... Something about the job was tempting, thrilling, exhilarating. Working on shop floors and doing part time secretarial work was as boring as it gets.

$500 for just 2 hours work? Sure she could endure 2 hours no matter what the work entailed?

But just what did 'Tickle Torture' entail???

Suzanna smiled, bit her lip and picked up the phone.

I'll just tell my friends where I'll be. She thought. That way she would be safe.

But on second thoughts – how could she tell her friends that???

The dial tone stopped and a voice answered. The resonant voice of a strong and well educated man. That... Somehow... Made her smile a little more...

I'm calling about the job. She half whispered.

Which one? He asked politely, with some glee in his voice that warned her – this man likes to play... There are many posts I have advertised. Could you specify? He continued.

Such a proper gentleman.

The tickletorture job. She drawled, trying to hide the half giggle and some odd yearning accruing in her stomach and throat.

Oh yes, he said cheerfully yet with a glassy resonance redolent with authority give me your email and I will send you details and an address to attend. Is that alright?

Yes. Of course. [e-mail] She smiled. The godly voice laughed at her quirky little email address.

That is fine, you shall receive instructions within the hour. Good day to you. And the call ended.

Something suspicious about all this? Is it all above board? Should I call my friends?

But she needed the money – and how the hell could she tell her friends about a tickletorture job?

Suzanna checked her email, which detailed to her an excursion to a beautiful villa outside the city to which she would 'be commuted via limousine'.

Too good to be true???

She was just about to call her best friend and let her know where she was going but... Just couldn't confess.

Something told her the risk would be worth it. Despite being terribly ticklish.

Suzanna approached the sleek black limo parked along the curb outside the Old Post Office. A jolly fat black man in a black suit with white gloves was standing cheerfully enjoying the afternoon.

I'm here for the tickletorture job. Password is suzannabanana She said as instructed. Feeling a little silly about herself.

Suzanna! Nice to meet you! Please step inside! The jolly black chauffeur said with spring and glee in his voice. He almost sung to her, not spoke. Something about him put her at ease.

You must have a good employer? She smiled. Her question was testing the waters for crocodiles – but something told her his employer was good – nobody could be so happy in a bad job.

Oh he is indeed! A wonderful man! You'll see! The chauffeur said. You can call me Jeremy by the way! There is a refrigerator with refreshments in the back, a TV, mp3 player, game console, tablet and an e-reader with a wide selection of books. The drive will be about 90 minutes but I'm sure you'll be comfy. The aircon is right here. He sung cheerfully.

Oohh! Suzanna sung, she couldn't help it the back of this car is better than my apartment! She laughed.

Wait till you see his little house! Jeremy laughed.

"His little house?" She queried with a smile – she now understood that she perhaps took the best risk ever in her life.

"He has many houses, big houses – this is just a little retreat when he's near this city on business or pleasure." Jeremy smiled.

Suzanna smiled and bit her lip as she settled into the plush cream interior. The aircon was refreshing and she could stretch out completely in the back of the vehicle. Jeremy nodded cheerfully and shut the door.

Just knock the window if you need anything! Jeremy said, before pulling the shutter. The limo pulled off – sailing smoothly like an aircraft high in the sky. Suzanna opened the refrigerator – spoiled for choice with food and beverages. The TV had multichannel. In the back of a

Reviews for Suzanna's Tickle Torture Job

[Tickler · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

Extremely disappointing! There's no torture, it's just cheap sex cliches. Misleading title.