Stripped For Florida, Flagler County Gets Stripped, Part 4

Stripped For Florida: Flagler County Gets Stripped, Part 4

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STRIPPED FOR FLORIDA
FLAGLER COUNTY GETS STRIPPED
PART FOUR

"These things are not selling at all." Rhonda sat down behind her booth. She and the boys had been at the market all day. Her older son had said it was stupid, and besides he had basketball practice which was a legitimate enough excuse. But Kyle and Will had been game to try. They had handed out over a hundred fliers, but they'd only gotten two responses:

"Why aren't you guys naked then?" and, "Are you boys gay?"

"I figure there's only one way to handle this," said Kyle's mom.

"What's that? We can't give up!"

"Why, Kyle! That's so sweet. I really appreciate your vote of confidence already."

Kyle blushed. "I may be putting my foot in it, but, well . . . "

"He means what's the point of trying to hide it. I think you knew before I did. My mom did too. Now my sister sort of outed us to her boyfriend's family so she could get permission for Mark to sleep over. Now she's on the pill and having sex every day."

"Well, and . . . so are we, so . . . "

"What are you boys trying to tell me? That I should just take care of both questions people have been asking all day?"

The boys gave the slightest of nods.

"Let me make a phone call to your mom, Will. Perhaps we'll do just that."

"Celia, its Rhonda. I'm sitting here at the park. I think its time to strip the boys. . . . yeah, Kyle and your Will. Okay. I'll work it out. . . . yes, I know how. We'll just scan your card when I see you. 'Bye."

Rhonda turned to the boys. "It's time."

They boys nodded again.

"Okay, I'm stripping both of you. Here's a QS chip apiece. Hey I've got the perfect idea, let's take a walk to the bookstore. It's only a block away."

At the bookstore Rhonda quickly found what she wanted. After a brief conversation with the owner she had two laminated signs made up as well. "Here you go Kyle. One for you. And, Will, one for you. Let's go see how it works!"

Kyle and Will found themselves walking through the farmers market birthday-suit-naked. Each one wore a sign strung around his neck with rainbow ribbon, reading "Strip your kid, He'll love it."

Amazingly enough, this strategy actually worked. Two moms recognized the rainbow ribbon for what it was and brought their presumably gay boys over and had them stripped. "Pretty good looking boys, too," was Will's opinion. A couple other moms had no idea about the ribbon. "That's real pretty ribbon you've got there, son," observed one mother, but she was happy enough to strip her 16 year old. "Tired of him dropping dirty clothes all around the house and expecting me to do the laundry. He'll listen better after this!" She bought a QS and chuckled to herself as she planned when to pop it on her son. It wasn't a big day of sales, but they'd figured out their new strategy late in the day and three sales was better than the "none" Rhonda had chalked up prior to that.

"The only sales I've made are to family, or because of family. There's you and Cheryl," she said pointing to Will. "Of course there's Kyle. Cheryl sort of forced Mark into this, that makes four. I haven't even stripped Cody," she said, referring to Kyle's older brother. "But thank you very much, both of you!!! And to think that to help me out you ended up naked until you're 21!!!" Will and Kyle looked at each other and shrugged. Truth be told, it hadn't been that bad walking around naked. It was a lot cooler in the hot air, and once they were out about being gay there wasn't much more anyone could say to tease them!

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"It's still all about boys. Boys, boys, boys!" Cheryl stomped around the room.

"I'm just trying to sell Quick Strips, Cheryl. That's all. Do you have any better ideas?"

"Don't get me wrong. I think it's great the little twerps are nude. They even look cute with the rainbow necklaces you made them. They're as gay as all get out now, flaunting it all over town; and famous, too, because of that giant banner you made up."

"I sold three strips on Saturday. After I made that photo banner I sold another five. Those are the only ones I've sold that aren't to family . . . or Mark, which might as well be family!"

"Yeah, Mark is good naked, isn't he?"

"Even though he's a boy," teased Celia.

Cheryl glowered at the banner that hung at one corner of the room. Rhonda and Celia had been going over Rhonda's new marketing strategy when Cheryl had come in and exploded. So far Rhonda had embellished upon her sales success with the two boys. She got one of her bookkeeping clients who ran a photo business to take a bunch of studio shots of Kyle and Will. In the banner they looked impossibly cute, cherubic and sexy in a seductive, pre-adolescent style. Blond hair, slightly bronzed Florida skin and eyes you could fall into drew your gaze straight into theirs. Rhonda was sure it was the photo banner that had recruited the five more strips last Saturday. The two women were now playing around with an advertising slogan. The best they'd come up with so far was "Strip your kid for Florida fun."

"Everyone thinks its okay for boys to be naked," continued Cheryl. "Like Dad says, 'We were naked all the time, but never the girls.' Kyle and Will are cute and naked -- but they'll only succeed in getting more boys stripped. What you need are girls selling QS. That way you'll get parents to strip their daughters, too."

"Do we want them to strip older girls, or little girls?" asked Celia.

"Both, of course," put in Rhonda. "Are you volunteering to help sell?" she asked, looking at her nude daughter.

"Sure, I'll help," said Cheryl.

"I've got it," her mother exclaimed, "You need another girl to work with you, someone younger. Isn't it about time Cindy's folks ponied up $45.00 and stripped her? The two of you would be perfect. A cute little five year old and a beautiful nude teen."

"I have an idea that will make it even better!" cried Cindy. "See you later. I've got work to do!!!" She slammed the screen door on her way out.

The next week Will and Kyle were back at work. They wore their new rainbow necklaces and across their chests in body paint was scrawled: "Strip your boy, he'll love it."

"Did you have any trouble getting Cindy's parents to agree to the stripping?"

"Not at all. I told them that we're getting parents to strip their girls with the slogan, 'Strip your girl, you'll love it.' Her mom laughed and said, 'I think we would love it, actually.' Her dad nodded and that was that!"

They wrote the slogan across Cindy's flat chest and Cheryl's boobs: "Strip your girl, you'll love it."

With Cheryl's involvement the stripping of girls took off. Every week she had a new idea.

The next Saturday Cheryl and Cindy showed up decorated with identical sparkling fairy wings across their backs and just a bit across the front of their chests. The sparkle was delicate, but quite clearly visible in the bright sun.

"Mark's friend is a spray paint artist," explained Cheryl. "He came over this morning and did these. They'll only last a day, but I think we'll sell a lot of strips." Indeed all the little girlie girls in town wanted the same thing. Rhonda was a little disappointed that the appeal seemed more for the paint than the strip, but they sold a fair number.

The coup was getting two girls to participate in a body painting contest. Each girl took a turn decorating the other and Cheryl and Rhonda took photos, gave each girl a blue ribbon and had the shoppers at the farmers market cheering them on.

The second week the first two girls were back and six new girls signed up for the contest. Every girl who wanted the chance to get painted and look pretty was begging her parents to strip her so she could participate. What parent could resist? Rhonda had to admit that Cheryl had a knack for getting girls involved, but she wanted boys included as well, so she introduced a raffle for participation in the contest's new second round. Each contestant's name was written on a jar. Anyone who wanted the chance to paint on her body could write his or her name on a raffle ticket and put it in the jar. The catch: you had to be stripped before you could even participate in the raffle. Boys were now begging their parents to strip them for the chance to get their hands on a girl they had the hots for.

To add even more excitement, Rhonda and Cheryl introduced an "entertainment" portion and prizes contributed by local businesses. A local tattoo parlor got involved and offered up the grand prize of a massage, airbrushed body paint, laser hair removal and the choice of a tattoo or piercing. It was this third contest that set the precedent for the sexual overtones that were to loom large in the success of Florida's strip program. At the time, however, it appeared that things had taken a terrible twist. Rhonda was really upset. Cheryl stopped her involvement in selling QS. However, her brief period of assistance had really set Rhonda on her way. The marketing approaches pioneered in Flagler County set the tone for the future look of Florida's program.

The rules for the contest were simple. Contestants were divided into boys and girls and into age groups:

Under 5
6 - 8
9 - 11
12 - 14
15 - 17

Two rounds were announced. Contestants had to compete in both:

1. Partner rounds -- a painter and a paintee. Both participants had to be stripped before being allowed to participate and both had to be in the same age bracket. For the most part participants were of the same gender, but a boy and girl -- both 17 years old -- were stripped by their families and entered into the contest, ostensibly because they were found making love in the girl's bedroom one night.

2. Raffle round -- names of participants were placed in labelled jars. Everyone interested in painting a specific person could enter the raffle by placing their name in a jar. To enter, the boy or girl had to be stripped first and had to be in the same age bracket as the contestant they wished to paint.

It was the "entertainment" portion that raised eyebrows, got a lot of attention, and contributed to the debates and court case that followed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I have a special announcement to make." Rhonda held the microphone as she stood in front of a new stage built at one end of the park. "Welcome to this week's body painting contest. Everyone has obviously enjoyed our previous two contests, as measured by the amazing turnout for this week's contest." Rhonda gestured at the stage. Six boys were lined up on one side, and ten girls lined up on the other side of the stage. The audience applauded. "I am proud to introduce some improvements to this week's event. We have prizes to award, a second round that will match up randomly drawn painters to work on the contestant of their choice, and to start off with, our 'surprise strip.'"

A man and woman walked up on stage with a very nervous looking 11 year old boy wearing a t-shirt and board short style swimsuit. "Mr. and Mrs. Armigen are volunteering their son to be stripped -- and spanked -- this morning for your entertainment and his edification." The boy looked panicked and strong parental arms gripped him tighter on either side. "Edification means 'improved behavior'," added Rhonda, still speaking into the microphone, but looking at the young boy. He nodded, his eyes big.

"Without further ado." Rhonda bent down and pulled the boys swimsuit off, revealing pale parts untouched by the Florida sun. A penis of somewhat respectable size for his age flopped down. A wooden construction with a cushion across the top was pushed over by Cheryl. Together the parents and the two women bent the boy over the device, strapped his ankles with velcro fasteners, yanked his t-shirt off and strapped his wrists on the other side.

"This is a complete surprise to our participant," spoke Rhonda into the mike. "What is your name, young man?"

The boy mumbled something so low that the audience couldn't hear. "Mike. A very nice name," Rhonda spoke into the microphone. "Your parents have decided to have you stripped today, which I know is a big surprise for you. As a special reward you'll be allowed your pick of which participant to paint, when we get to that part of the contest. I'm sure most everyone knows her by now, but for those who may not have been formally introduced, Cheryl will do the honors." Everyone applauded.

"For our other contestants, pay close attention. Boys, you are the second portion of our entertainment today. In a very short time you will be asked to perform here on stage for the benefit of our audience. Should you fail to cooperate, you will be experiencing the same fate as our young Mike here."

Cheryl stepped into position, lifted her hand and brought it down with a loud smack on Mike's left buttock. Her next slap resounded off his right buttock. She continued with a steady and loud rhythm, alternating her blows on one buttock after the other. Mike's body jerked and his eyes widened with the first unexpected slap. After six blows, Mike began to sob. By the time Cheryl finished at 30 smacks the boy was wailing loudly. Cheryl leaned over and released his wrists and ankles. Rhonda helped the sobbing boy to his feet and walked him over to the group of male contestants. He stood there red-faced and blubbering, staring unseeing toward the audience.

Three nurses in white-starched uniforms stepped on stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will now get our boys prepared for the next stage of our entertainment. I'm sure you'll find each one of them very cooperative in order to avoid a similar spanking." The nurses stepped from one boy to another and efficiently administered a hypodermic shot into the left buttock of each one. "The injections of generic Viagra will take effect quite quickly, going straight into the bloodstream. Boys, now the part that was promised. Get a good grip on your penis and help those erections to grow. I am sure each of you knows very well how to play with yourself. On the count of three begin pumping until you come. For those old enough, we are quite eager to see you shoot as high and far as possible. If you can't bear to do this in public, we'll take you to the stand here and spank you until you're willing to try." Nine hands quickly found a penis and began pumping in earnest.

"Mike," admonished Rhonda, "I have to remind you that you are also expected to come, or you'll be the subject of a second round of spankings." The abject boy reached for his hardening dick and began working his hand to make up for lost time. Boys being boys, within minutes the audience was treated to the spectacle of 7 boys in the throes of orgasm. Two tall 17 year olds spurted long jets of white sperm across the stage and into the audience. The 15 and 16 year olds did nearly as well. Mike and the three smaller boys had all been put into this situation through the unsolicited actions of their parents. All four experienced dry orgasms but nevertheless exhibited the paroxysms of orgasm as their bodies arched back and mouths opened in silent screams. The girls on the other side of the stage couldn't help but stare in fascination. Some of them had never witnessed the sight of a boy jacking off before, and none of them had ever had the privilege of seeing seven boys in action at once.

"Girls, I see that you're enjoying watching the boys. Perhaps next week we'll try it the other way around. Any girl who stripped to participate this week is welcome to join next week's contest. And now, on to our body painting contest. For the winners I'm happy to announce that we have some prizes this week, generously provided by local businesses."

The body painting was a great success. The painted boys and girls were paraded across the stage to the admiration and applause of the audience. The Viagra had taken full effect so every boy sported a solid boner. The artists had taken full advantage of the expanded canvas and each dick was colorfully decorated. The girls turned themselves this way and that, enjoying the attention of boys and the audience. Cheryl asked for applause after each contestant walked the stage and acted as a living applause-o-meter.

The contestants who got the most applause were given a choice among the prizes available. The offer from the tattoo parlor proved so popular that the business owners decided to award two winners: one to a 15 year old girl, and the second to 5 year old Cindy. Inspired by the boys' performance they even offered to put the girls on display while being brought to orgasm in the shop's large glass window if the parents so desired.

Cindy was so excited at winning that she could barely contain herself. If she'd been wearing them, she would have peed her panties. However, like a lot of the other little girls running around the park that morning Cindy was totally naked. She'd entered the body painting contest and danced a little on stage, showing off the pink flowers and glitter that her friend and fellow contestant Tamara had drawn all over her body. But her real excitement was winning the Dragon Tattoo Parlor sweepstakes. She was even more thrilled, because at first only a big girl had won. Cindy had been so disappointed -- and so enthusiastic at the prospect of winning -- that the owners of Dragon Tattoo had made a special category for her to win. She now swung her body off the pavement in sheer joy as her mom and dad held up her arms on either side. The two parents looked at each other over her head and smiled.

They suspected that when they got to Dragon Tattoo Cindy would suddenly get shy, at least for a little while. She surprised them by running straight down the aisles examining all the goodies and discussing everything with the staff.

"Oh, cool," she exclaimed, "are these the rings for little girls' thingies?"

"Those are clit rings," explained the young lady, one of several assistants on duty.

"Yeah, clit rings," cried out Cindy, "they're for right here, you know." She demonstrated by squatting down, opening her legs and showing off her own genitalia. "Ooooh, what are these pretty balls?"

"Those go up inside you!" giggled the attendant, "They feel pretty good!"

And so it went, the little five year old getting a crash course in what feels good, looks pretty, seems kinky, ties you up, holds you down, gets you off . . .

"So, young lady," interrupted one of the owners on duty, Cyrus Santoush, "what would YOU like to have today -- it's on us -- your prize!"

"I want one of these." The girl pointed, voice suddenly low, head down and shy. After all the kinky stuff, what did she want? "It goes in my bellybutton, right?"

"That's right, absolutely right. This is an amethyst and silver bellybutton ring. You'll need to get pierced and then take real good care of it every day so it doesn't get infected. Can you do that?"

"Oh, yes," nodded Cindy seriously.

Cyrus cast an eye at mom and dad, who nodded ascent.

"Still want to go through the whole thing, the window and all?" asked the owner, checking in.

Mom and Dad smiled and nodded. Cindy, catching on, replied as well, "Of course, I want the whole thing!"

"Guess that settles that. Let me assign one of our specialists. We'll get her settled in and take care of 'the whole thing.''"

"Hello, young lady, my name is Pearl," an effeminate young man introduced himself to Cindy, putting his hand out.

Cindy shook the hand, "My name is Cindy."

"Let's head over here. We're going to put you in this recliner right in the front window so everyone outside can see you get your pretty ring."

"And the other thing -- you're still going to do that thing that makes me feel so good," Cindy shook her hips, "down here, right?"

"Have no fear, we certainly won't forget THAT!"

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(The End)