Alex Chang Chapter 4

(a Stripped for Florida story)

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Chapter 4

I showed up for my first day of work bright and early Thursday morning, as soon as the store opened.

“We found someone to partner with you,” Travis explained. He led me into the store. Jennie was standing next to the counter, and smiled when she saw me.

“You two know each other already?” the store owner asked.

“Yeah,” we both said at the same time.

“Alright, well, here’s the window. I’ll go in the back and get you some chairs. Feel free to do whatever, just remember to sit so people can see your tattoos.”

I sat next to Jennie, and we started talking about our summer plans. It turns out we were both planning to try out for the swim team.

Even though I’d jacked off with Jason before leaving the house, I started to get uncomfortable after a few minutes.

Jennie noticed the precum dripping from my cock. “You want some help with that?”

“Yeah, thanks!” I responded, excited to finally get the chance to do it with my crush.

“The only problem is that I don’t know how to do it without covering up our tattoos.”

“Don’t worry about that, just get down on your knees.”

I knelt behind her, grabbed her shoulders, and entered her from behind. Between my pre-existing level of arousal and the attention from the small crowd that gathered to watch us, I was finished in a couple of minutes.

“Now I’m horny,” Jennie complained.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes.”

True to my word, I started again about five minutes later. This time I was able to hold out longer, and got Jennie off too.

We also managed to bring in our first pair of customers, a brother and sister that looked like they were in middle school. They didn’t even go to St. Richard’s, but seeing us getting it on in the window piqued their interest enough to convince their parents to strip them.

I looked over my shoulder and watch the parents settle on body modifications: a clit ring for the girl that they could set to vibrate whenever they wanted to, and a cock ring for the boy that did the same thing, in addition to butt plugs and a matching set of Celtic tattoos.

I turned back when they left the shop and realized I was hard again. Jennie noticed it too, and we went for another round. By the time our two hours were up we’d gotten three more people in the shop.

“That sex show really brings them in,” the store owner remarked, “you think you two could keep it up the rest of the summer?”

“Sure thing!”

When I got home, Mom was waiting for me in the driveway. “Alex, I need you to help me with something.”

“What is it?”

“You know how your brother’s been sulking in his room ever since he’s been stripped?”

“Yeah, you want me to go talk to him or something?”

“No, I’ve decided to take things up a notch. Since the four of you boys are stripped, there’s no need for privacy. I want you to get the screwdriver out of the garage and take the doors off the hinges in your bedrooms and the bathroom.”

I got the screwdriver and rounded up Jesse to ‘help.’ We started in the bathroom and did each bedroom in turn, saving’ Sam’s for last.

He had been lying on his bed, playing with himself. When the door came off the hinges he took his hand off his cock and sat up.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Mom said to take the doors off of our bedrooms.”

Covering his crotch with his hand, Sam ran downstairs. “MO-om! Alex took the door off my room.”

“I told him to. Now that you’re stripped, you don’t have any need for privacy.”

“But Mo-om!”

“I don’t want to hear it. You are a stripped boy, everyone is going to see you stripped, and that is final.”

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