Joey Tribbiani had made it to the big leagues, well as big as he’d ever gotten. Starring in a soap opera was great as a working actor but he’d landed an audition for what was looking to be a big action movie. He knew it could be a huge break for his career and he’d already told all of his friends about it, hyping them up along with him before he arrived at the audition prepared to hopefully win the role. 

“Joey Tribbiani” a voice called out from the audition room and put an alert look on Joey’s handsome face. “That’s me!” he shot up with a big smile. “Good for you…” another guy groaned with disinterest before the New York native made his way into the room to see a few people sitting behind a table waiting for him to give it his best shot. “Alright, we’re ready whenever you are, Mr. Tribbiani” the man in the middle announced, a man Joey recognized as the director. “Right, ok. Yeah…” Joey answered with obvious nerves before steadying himself and delivering the lines he’d practiced for the big day. “Angela, I know you didn’t plan on our first date becoming a run for our lives from the mob but there’s a lot you don’t know about me…my past…what kind of guy I used to be…I just want you to know I’m different now…I’m a better man than the old me…and I want to be that man, for you…to be your man if we make it out of this alive” Joey recited and ended to see a rather pleased group at the table. 

“Very nice, Mr. Tribbiani. I think you brought a real warmth to the character” the casting director added. “Thank you!” “Maybe I’m just light headed from not having lunch yet but I’d say it was the best we’ve seen so far” the director added, lighting Joey’s face up even more as they stood up to break for lunch. “Wow, thanks!” Joey gushed with pride and even more excitement as the only woman at the table walked by him, earning his attention and signature opening line, “How you doin?” “Better now” she answered with a friendly smile. “I’m Sam” she added with a handshake. “Joey” “Yeah, I know” “Oh, right haha…I’m guessing you’re working on the movie too?” he asked. “I’m the assistant director” “That’s gotta be a fun job” “You could say that” “Well, if you’re looking for some more fun…how about I take you out tonight?” Joey offered with a bit of his usual charm. “Alright, Mr. Tribbiani…it’s a date. I’ll grab your number from the call sheet” “Sounds great! See you tonight I guess” Joey answered with a lingering, flirty smile as Sam walked away and the director walked back by him with a sandwich in hand. 

“Be careful with that one” he added. “Who? Sam?” “Just a word to the wise…assuming you’re smarter than most actors we audition” “What do you mean, be careful?” Joey questioned with a curious twist of his strong features. “…you’re not the first man easy on the eyes to strike up a connection with her. She’s good at her work but her personal life tends to be a bit more…interesting” the director explained, only drawing Joey in further. “I’m still not picking up what you’re putting down here, man” “She’s into some kinky stuff, Mr. Tribbiani…a romantic dinner and goodnight kiss isn’t really her idea of a hot date” “Kinky, huh? I could go for that…hell, I’d go for a lot with a woman like that” Joey admitted with another eyeful of the beautiful red head by the lunch table. 

By 9 o’clock that evening, the date was going better than the last five Joey had been on. He and Sam hit it off at the restaurant and had made it back to her apartment where they were currently making out against the wall, with him taking bits of her clothes off piece by piece as the living room grew steamier and steamier. “…do you wanna try something fun?” Sam asked mid-kiss and Joey barely even slowed down, traveling down her neck with heated affection. “Yeah, whatever you want” Joey assured, in the throes of horny excitement, too enamored with her to reject whatever she suggested. “Let’s go in here then…” Sam announced as she finally pulled away from the Italian stud and led him into the guest room, the sight enough to sober Joey up for a second. 

“Woah! What is that thing??” “Why don’t you let me show you…” Sam answered as she began undoing Joey’s pants, putting another smile on his face as things only progressed from there. Soon his button down shirt, his pants, shoes, and socks all sat tossed around the floor so he was only in his boxers, a pale blue pair that looked extra good on him. “Lie down” “On this thing? Don’t you have a bed or something?” Joey questioned with a bit of realized apprehension upon noticing the straps on the leather table, recalling what the director had told him about her in that moment. “This is way better than a bed. Trust me” Sam assured with a charm Joey couldn’t argue with, very quickly convinced to lay across the table and let her secure his arms over his head and his legs to the bottom half until he was stretched out across it with only the pair of cotton boxers between them. Even his feet sat housed in an attached stockade, leaving the soap star far more vulnerable than he was used to. 

“This is…something” Joey laughed as he watched her watch him. “So are you” Sam answered before leaning down and kissing his hairy chest, the beginning of a string of kisses across it and up his neck, wrapping Joy around her finger even more as his eyes closed and he enjoyed the experience until her nails began gently trailing down his sides. “OoHoOhahhey” he giggled with an excited smile. “Are you ticklish?” “Uhh yeeyEAh I am” “Perfect” she answered before her lips backed away but her red nails continued teasing his sides, surprising him. “HhEyeY! WWhAahTt aRREyYouU doOOIIinG?!” “You said you were ticklish” “ThhAAHT dOoeESnNTtMmeEAAn IILLiIhIKkEEiIiHit!” Joey pointed out as he squirmed on the narrow table and smiled at her command. 

“Too bad” was all Sam said as she continued enjoying her date from the side of the table, standing next to him and now fluttering across his midriff like he was her toy to do whatever she pleased with. “AhoAohCCohoMMEEOoN! aohAsSSTtohoHOPPiIiTT!!” bubbled out of Joey as his body bounced a bit on the table and his limbs reflexively tried to escape the bondage, the surprise of his situation still prominent in his voice as the laughter was teased out of him. “CcoHOHoMmEEoOhOhNn! SSaahAAhMMOOHoKK!” “I knew you’d be a good time the minute you started your audition today…I just had a feeling” Sam grinned as her spidering fingers traveled up his naked upper half, getting more giggly outbursts from Joey until she breached his armpits, earning a wide-eyed flare of concern from him. “WoAoh! Ok, come on! This is weird, Sam! Let’s just keep going like we weEERREe!” he tried to convince as the nails moved deeper, stealing his ability to talk without laughing. 

“You live in New York; I’m sure you’ve seen weirder” she brushed off like part of her was proud of the ‘weird’ comment. “HhEy! SSeErRIIoOuSSLY!” “I’m thinking you just don’t want me to tickle your armpits…” Sam pointed out with a directness Joey didn’t know how to take, making him blush a little and his body cringe with anticipation. He hated to agree out loud but the same relentless fingers quickly confirmed her suspicion. “AhAhnNooAHOAH!!” Joey erupted and nearly sprang off the table with a fierce yank of his arms to try and block the tickling but they were no help, rendered useless in the straps while Sam spidered around in both hairy coves and watched her date realize his own sensitivity. 

“AAhAhGAhSStTOHHOPpTThhAHAT! aohACCoOhOHMMEEOoNN! SSTTohOHP!” Joey struggled to argue more than laugh as both hands wiggled around in his meaty pits with divine indulgence, bringing a sharper smile to Sam’s face as the man she’d watched nail his audition earlier squirmed and laughed like anything but the action hero he wanted to play. Her nails occupied the very centers of both underarms like she newly owned them and wanted to enjoy herself, letting her slender fingers play around in the tan hollows, even playing with the dark hair a little and finding that to even tickle her hunky date. 

“Boy, I bet all the women just flock to you, don’t they?” Sam asked when she finally left the armpits, allowing Joey to relax and breathe normally again. “Sometimes…they don’t usually wanna tickle me though!” Joey answered with a bit of a bite, making Sam smirk again. “I’m just a woman who knows what she likes. A lot of women spend too much time trying to please their men instead of pleasing themselves…those other girls of yours were missing out. You’re quite the catch” Sam explained as she moved down to the end of the table and earned another flash of panic from Joey as a single red nail stroked up his right foot. “WOoah! Sam, come on! We can watch a movie or something!!” Joey tried his best to derail. “There’s nothing on TV better than this right here” she assured with eager confidence as the beefy bare feet sat in her stocks and wiggled in place before the single nail tease multiplied into all 10 clawing down the pink soles. 

“AAAGghAohAAohNNOAOH! OhOHMMyYGGOoODD!” flew out of Joey like she’d pressed a button on him he’d never had pushed, cranking out a sudden gushing laughter from the first drag of her fingers. “Should we go again?” “NO! Not again! Don’t tickle my ffeEEHEHEEETT!!” Joey tried and failed to convince with a rare look of worry on his face before it was stretched into a wide, flashy smile of roaring laughter. The nails’ second trip down his smooth feet was just as hellacious as the first but they didn’t stop this time, instead raking down both thick soles on repeat until Joey was sputtering with breathless attempts to save his trapped feet and bursting with higher pitched shrieks whenever her nails tickled just right. “I was already sold on you as the lead of our movie but now I’m definitely voting that you get it” Sam added with genuine adoration in her smile as she ran her nails along the wide feet over and over and listened to Joey grapple with how terribly ticklish his evening had become. “TThhAhANnNkkSS!! NOnoHoOWWAhAHsSTToHHOPP TTiIICCkKLLLIInNGGmMEE!!” Joey shouted as clearly as he could and Sam did as he wished. 

“Holy shit…this is insane…I’ve been on some interesting dates but this really takes the cake” he admitted with a laugh of disbelief. “Good…I’d hate to bore you” Sam answered as she started handling his left foot, putting Joey on alert again. “Hey! What are you doing now??” “Just making sure these handsome feet stay put; that’s all” she casually answered as she slipped his chunky toes in the black ties until all 10 were lassoed in and she pulled on the end strings to tighten the holds. “Woah! What happened to my toes?? They’re…they’re stuck!” Joey pointed out as his soles wrinkled in place a little. “Yep…they sure are” Sam confirmed before scribbling all over both taut soles before Joey knew how much worse to expect it to be. 

“AAAGhGhaohASSHHiIITT!! OAHOAHAohOHOHOMMYyYGGOHoOHoDD!! YYYoOOuUGGOoTTtAAHAASSTTOhHOOP!!” Joey came alive with new intensity on the table and his juicy toes curled against the thin ties like his feet were dying to move around. Sam beamed with her own new intensity as her nails zigged and zagged across the supple soles and she listened to Joey fill her guest room with the unique laugh of a man tasting tickle torture for the first time. “OHoHOOKK!! OhOAHOAOOKK!! AOHAEENNoOUuuGGHH!! CCOhOHEEMMOOONN!!” Joey flailed on the table and tried yanking his legs back but couldn’t do more than that, unable to spare his captive feet from the gorgeous, sadistic woman he’d been so taken with earlier that day. 

“I have a feeling you didn’t know how ticklish you really were” Sam added. “NNOoAhoHOA IIidDDiIDDDnNTTAhA!! NNOOoWWSSTToHoHOHP!” Joey struggled to answer as his own laughter squeezed his normal voice into squeakier squeals and sharp outbursts, the kind that emasculated a man like him but he couldn’t control it. “I think it’s safe to say your feet are one of your worst spots but I have a feeling anywhere I go on you is gonna be a good choice” Sam pointed out with sinister excitement as she finally stopped tickling the stocked feet and stood up so Joey could see her again. “Nobody should be that good at tickling…nobody! That’s crazy!” Joey spouted as if to defend his embarrassing reactions. “Maybe I’m not actually that good at it…maybe you’re just that ticklish” Sam offered as her hands caressed Joey’s hairy thighs below the boxers, pleasuring him as much as it put him on edge at this point. 

“There’s no way it’s all me…I’m an adult! I’m a grown man!” Joey pointed out. “You’d be surprised how ticklish a big, strong man like you can be” Sam countered as the hands on his legs suddenly tightened into squeezing grips into both thighs. “OoHAOOAHNnOhAOHA!! WWAARRRnNN MMEEeAHAHANnEEXXtTTIIhIIMMEE!!” “Next time, huh? That your way of asking for more?” Sam questioned as she chomped into the strong thighs through the boxers and made Joey flounder in place once again, unable to block or get a handle on even a bit of his warm, charmingly stressed laughter. “IIiDDiiDDNnTt SSAhaAYYTTHhAAhATT!!” Joey refuted through his giant smile as he shook under Sam’s control and her surprisingly strong hands worked into his thighs and even around his hips until his cheeks were red and his protests were mostly drowned out by his heavy laughter. 

“Can’t forget the knees” Sam added as the thigh chomping suddenly shot down to the tops of his knees, a place he hadn’t even thought about until he was thrust back into laughing his head off again and jerking on the table. “NNNoAohAOHA!! SSahAHAAMM!!” Joey howled as his legs tried to move around but she never missed a beat, kneading into the macho man’s knees with alternating squeezes to keep her date a total giggly mess. It was around this point that she could see the shift in him, the shift, however subtle, that a lot of men made when she had them at her mercy. The frantic, surreal tone of his earlier laughter, the kind that put butterflies in her stomach, had become less against what was happening. Sam could tell in his smile and the way he reacted to her that Joey Tribbiani was starting to like being tickled like this, even if he hadn’t noticed it, even if he was still struggling to get away. Tickling a guy who didn’t like it was one kind of pleasure but tormenting a guy who was into it, especially newly into it, was a different kind of fun. 

When she left his thighs, Joey was panting and grinning with a thin layer of sweat across his Italian body. “I think you’re right…I’m ticklish everywhere. God I hope Ross and Chandler don’t ever find that out” Joey laughed. “I think my table is growing on you” Sam added as she grabbed something from a nearby drawer. “Maybe a little…I could probably take a nap on it…ya know, if I wasn’t laughing my ass off here” “Don’t worry. I won’t let you rest that long” Sam assured with a squeeze of a bottle of clear oil from above, dousing Joey’s hairy upper body in it. “Woah! We’re doing oil now??” “Yep” Sam smiled as she started rubbing it in, covering his belly, sides, chest, and armpits in the glossy liquid until he was shiny and slippery. 

“Now where were we…?” she questioned with a new twinkle in her eye before diving into his stomach with both hands. “AAhAhAhAhhAohOAOhoaAhAOHA!!” His laughter flared back up with a rolling nature this time as she slipped across his solid belly with wide, dominant fingers, forcing his head to fly back and his toes to flex against the ties in the stocks. “You were right…ticklish everywhere” Sam rubbed in as she sank a little deeper into his stomach with each back and forth, cranking his laughter a bit louder and his mouth a bit wider. “AALLRRiiiGGhhTTAhaH!! CcoOOHoHmMEEOOonNN!!” Joey couldn’t help but let out despite not hating it like before but Sam took it as a green light to give him even more, jumping up to his ribs and gliding across both sides with tight, stubborn fingers strumming up and down. “NNOoAohAOhA!! EEeAASSyYYY!! GGoHoHohOEEeAsSSSyY!!” “Easy isn’t usually a speed I go, handsome” Sam answered while tickling his ribs with oily sweeps of her hands and sudden drills between them just to make Joey squeal out into the air with surprise. 

“I can tell you’re starting to like it” she added without leaving his ribs. “HOAohIIiDDiiDdnNTT SSAAHhAAYytThhAHATT!” “Don’t play dumb with me, Mr. Soap Star…I wanna hear you say how much you like it” Sam pressed as she descended back to his stomach with deeper, meaner digs into his hairy belly. “AAHAHSShHIITT!! OHoHOKKK!” “Ok, what?” “AHoAOKKKoHAOAHAIII KKIiNnDDAA LLLIikKKEEiIiTT!!” Joey answered as the fingers prodding into his belly made him jerk and yelp with laughter. “Say it louder for me” Sam insisted just before wiggling a finger into his bellybutton and making a hilarious shriek shoot out of him. “AHOOOHOKK!! IIILLIiIkKKEEIIITT!!” Joey complied with a sudden urgency like he didn’t want that to happen again but the obedience didn’t earn him a break. 

“See, you may like it…but I LOVE it” Sam explained as she climbed onto the table to sit on top of him. “Do we get to start having sex now?” Joey asked with a tired smile. “Funny and handsome…I lucked up with you” Sam added before returning to his inviting armpits with a fury Joey didn’t see coming, catching him off guard when the spidering fingers from before became two slippery tickle tornadoes thanks to the oil. “OOAOhAOhAOHAOHFFuUUUCCKKAOhAOHA!!” exploded out of Joey with a look of priceless shock before his whole body tensed up to fight the brutal rush isolated in his pits but he couldn’t do anything about it, not anymore than he could any time before. 

“HAOAHoHoHSSHHiiITT!! AHoAHASSAHHAAMM!! AOhAHMMEERRcCCyYY!! OHoOHGGOODDAohAOH!!” Joey tried to get through to her like he hadn’t expected that it could get any worse. “I thought you liked it?” “AHOAoAOHAIIIDDOOoHoOHO!!” “Then you should be enjoying this right now” Sam grinned like she understood the love/hate attitude Joey was experiencing and relished in the chance to watch it unfold in front of her as her nails skated around in his shiny pits with a nonstop energy that Joey didn’t know how to handle. The acute nature of the nails clawing away in his armpits was its own type of torture but she surprised him when she proved he could dig into them too, using her fingers to plunge into both underarms like she didn’t have nails at all. 

“WWOoAohaOhAOAO!! AohAOhAYYOoUuRREeKKIIILLiiNNNGGhAHAMmMEE!!” Joey exclaimed with a wild expression and a strained smile of a man who couldn’t stop laughing, who was too ticklish and too helpless to avoid the unique suffering he was experiencing. “I wouldn’t kill you…I’d rather be on 90210 than Dateline” Sam teased as she started alternating between nails and the pads of her fingers, screwing Joey’s head up even more as the flip-flopping techniques refused to let him get used to what kind of tickling was coming his way. “PPPLLLEEAASSEe!! AoHAHHAASSAAhhAAMM!!” “Please, what?” “PPLLEEEAAASSEE!! GGEEEETToOoOFFMMYYAARRMMPPIIITTSS!!” Joey answered with as much energy as he could muster and Sam surprisingly backed off, even planting a kiss on his lips. “Sure…I’ll stop tickling your pits. I’m not a monster, ya know” Sam assured as she slid off him. 

Joey was a bit too drained and disoriented to realize things weren’t over until he heard her go back to the drawer from earlier. “What is that? What did you grab??” “You wanted me to leave your armpits alone and I am…but you didn’t say a single thing about your feet” Sam pointed out like she was delighted to use his own begging against him. “Oh, Sam, please! Come on! I think I like it and all but I’m all tickled out here!” Joey assured as he felt the same oil being applied to the bottoms of his feet, making his toes cringe a little and his nipples harden with fresh anxiety. “Come on, forget the oil! You don’t need that!” “Maybe not but I still wanna use it” Sam pointed out as she put it down and picked back up what she’d grabbed from the drawer. 

“You ready?” she asked. “NO! No, I’m not! Just give me a break!” “Breaks are for wimps” Sam answered before letting loose on both slippery bare feet with a stiff hairbrush in each hand. “NNOOAAOHAAAAAGGHAHA!!!” gushed out of Joey with a violent uproar and he flew forward against the straps while his toes wrestled with the ties holding them back. The collection of plastic bristles sawed across both glazed soles with a harsh back and forth like Sam was scrubbing her extra dirty car, horrifying Joey with a breed of tickling he’d never encountered. “That oil really makes it worse, doesn’t it?” “AHAOHAAOYYYYEEEHEESS!!” Joey admitted through the heaviest laughter he’d produced all night and raged against the table like he really needed to escape, spiraling into the ticklish insanity that Sam loved like Joey loved a good sandwich. 

She soon realized the balls were the worst spots and zeroed in on them with a devious concentration, even angling the brushes to get the most out of each motion as she ran them side to side and pushed Joey even further. “AAAHAHHAAOOHOHMMYYYGGOODDOHAOAH!! NNOoAOhAnNOO!! AOHAOHASSAAHAHAMMPPLLLEEAAASSEE!!” Joey begged like he didn’t know what else to do, like he was being pushed to a limit he didn’t know he had as the brushes slid across his frictionless, gorgeous feet locked and tied in the stocks for Sam’s twisted enjoyment. “Tell me you still love it” Sam instructed without slowing her ticklish destruction. “AHOAHAOHOHoOIIICCAhAAnNnT!” “Say it!” “AhoAHOAHAIIILLoOoOVVVEEiIITT!!” Joey gave in as the plastic bristles of death tickled him into submission and Sam finally pulled away, taking her foot off the gas and letting her date come down from the adrenaline-fueled, tickle-induced craze she’d had such a blast causing. 

She untied his toes one at a time and helped his feet out of the stocks before moving upwards to free his arms just the same, welcomed by a warm smile from the potential action movie star. “How about we go watch that movie now? I’m sure we can find something perfectly dull to put on while we put a proper cherry on the top of this date” Sam suggested with a sweet, eager smile. “Now you’re talking” Joey grinned as he sat up and followed his kinky date into the living room for what he just knew would be fantastic. 

The next day, Joey and the rest of the gang were back at their favorite coffee spot, Central Perk. “Hey, Joey, how’d that date go last night with that assistant director?” Ross asked. “Did she make you say ‘action’ before you guys got started?” Chandler joked. “It was good…different but good” Joey answered. “Different how?” Ross inquired. “Let’s just say she’s into some kind of unusual stuff” “Oh yeah? Are you going out with her again?” Chandler asked. “I don’t know yet” “Well, maybe you could give me her number…if you guys aren’t serious” Ross suggested. “…yeah, sure. I’ll write it down for you” Joey agreed as he snagged a napkin to write on. “Thanks, Joe!” Ross smiled. “I’m sure you guys will have a hell of a time” Joey grinned, already picturing Ross’s big, goofy feet oiled up and locked in Sam’s tickle stocks. He won’t know what hit him.