Jennifer Aniston was sitting at her local coffee shop drinking her coffee and reading a newspaper. As she mindlessly carried on about her day, your associate was watching her from a van across the street. He was giving you updates on any changes she made as far as her location. You, on the other hand, were several miles away.
Jennifer got up and started walking down the street. Your associate picked up his radio.
“Hey boss, she finished her coffee and is moving northward.”
“Understood. Stay with her.”
You put down your radio and walk back to the bed. Upon it lay a strapped down, sweating, and very distressed looking Lisa Kudrow. She was breathing heavily in an attempt to recover from the intense round of ticking you and your ‘friends’ just gave her. She flinches as you sit down next to her.
“It is time to implement the next phase of our plan” you tell her. “This is where you come in. I have explained this to you before, so don’t mess it up. I don’t think I need to explain what happens if you fail…”
On that last line, you slowly trail a single finger down her stomach. Lisa snickers fearfully as you do. With some hesitation, she speaks up.
“How do I know you won’t just keep tickling me after I help you? What assurances do I have?”
“You have my word that neither I nor my associates will lay a finger on you if you get this right. I promise.”
Lisa looked at you wearily, but ultimately had little choice. She closed her eyes and nodded her head, the signal that she was willing to sell out her friend to save herself. You smile as you pull out a piece of paper and pick up her cell phone from the night stand. You hold the piece of paper up in front of Lisa and dial Jennifer’s phone number from her cell. When it starts ringing, you hold the phone up to her ear.
Jennifer hears her phone ringing and pulls it out of her purse. She sees that it’s her friend and fellow actress Lisa Kudrow. She answers with a smile.
“Hi, Lisa. How have you been?”
Lisa responds with as normal a voice as she can muster. “Oh I’m good, Jen; how about you?”
The two engage in small talk before Lisa asks her predetermined question.
“Hey Jen, have you got your nails done lately? I know this great spot that just opened up on Second Street.”
“Really? You know I think I’m due for a manicure. Is this place any good?”
“Oh, it’s the best. How about I meet you there?”
“Sounds great. What’s the address?”
Lisa read off the address that was written down on the paper you were holding up to her face. Jennifer punched in the address on her phone’s GPS.
“Hey, that’s just a short drive from here! Can I meet you there in 10?”
“Sure! I’ll see you then. Bye.”
You hang up the phone and put it back on the night stand. Lisa looks up at you with hopeful eyes.
“There. I did just as you said. Can you let me go now?”
You look down at her. She looks so sexy naked, hair disheveled, dripping with sweat and streaks of tears running down her face. It would be a shame to let her go. But you did give her your word.
On second thought, your exact words were that you and your associates wouldn’t lay a finger on her, a loophole that you could severely abuse. You smile as you think of the possibilities.
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