Daddy's Girl

Stripped For Florida: Daddy's Girl

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DADDY'S GIRL

by Willie B. Florida
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The little girl stood looking in the window of the jewelry shop, the light glinting off the array of silver, gold and gems.

"You like those?" asked her father.

"Yeah . . . " the six year old responded, her thoughts in a non-verbal space of visual imagination.

"Let's go in and look more closely," suggested the father, wanting to please his little girl.

"What do you have for little girls," asked the dad. The clerk sat them down on comfortable chairs and brought out two trays and set them on a viewing table.

"We have these matching sets in silver on this side," explained the young lady as she set down a black velvet lined tray with small silver hoops. "On this one," she said, setting down another tray, lined in rich burgundy, we have hypoallergenic 20 karate gold."

"Those are pretty!" exclaimed the little girl.

"They come in sets?" asked the dad, realizing he didn't know much about girls' jewelry.

"Of course, it is so hard to find something that matches just right if you get, say, just the earrings first and then want to complete the set later. We make it easy by ordering everything at the same time. Gold or silver coloration, details in workmanship, everything is identical."

"Oh, I see," replied the dad, feeling completely out of his depth.

"I want to try these on," demanded the girl, pointing at a set of dark, rich gold rings.

"Here, honey, I'll hold them up to your ears and you look in this special mirror over here. See how it makes your face a little bit bigger? That way you can see close up." The woman held the earrings up for the girl to examine.

"I love them, I love them," cried the girl. "Can you get them for me, please," she begged her father.

"Umm, I guess so."

"We do all the piercings here on the spot and do all the follow up care, if you should need it, absolutely free."

"Honey, these are for pierced ears and . . . " the father tried to slow down the process, sure that the gold jewelry was not cheap.

"I don't care. I always wanted pierced ears, I did," cried the girl. "Please . . . "

"Okay, if you'll just come over here sir, we'll fill out all the paperwork and take care of the payment. Meanwhile your little girl can get herself comfortable. Honey, you just come back here to our piercing room and we'll get you all prepped. Your daddy will be with you in just a moment to hold your hand before we pierce anything." As the clerk walked the little girl into the next room her father could hear her talking to his daughter, "Just think, when you walk out of here you'll be so pretty, with your earrings and your cute little . . . " They went around the corner and the voice was too blurred to follow.

"Sir." The young man at the desk was trying to get his attention. "We need you to sign these permission forms, allowing us to do the piercings. Your total for the piercings and the Florida strip fee comes to $275.00. You can pay by check, debit or credit card. We do offer a discount coupon of $20.00 off your next purchase and a full year's worth of care visits should your daughter need any follow-up." The father was a little surprised at the price, but figured the state was adding on some high luxury tax to the purchase. He was impressed that a couple of earring piercings might need care up to a year from now. Not wanting to appear as ignorant as he felt, he signed the papers, handed over his credit card and signed the receipt. "You can join your daughter now, down that hallway and first room to your left, sir."

When he entered the room his daughter was smiling happily and wearing a huge barber shop style apron tied around her neck. "Look daddy," she announced, "I took my clothes off so I could get pierced." She smiled so happily that her dad didn't want to chastise her. Instead he just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at the young lady as if to say, kids, what are you going to do.

"Ready to get pretty?" she asked the little girl, who nodded back enthusiastically.

The young lady reached over and selected one of three piercing guns already loaded with the selected gold jewelry.

"We'll just pop this in right . . . now!" She pulled the trigger, the little girl winced and looked up at her dad, then smiled. "We'll give you complete care instructions to take home," explained the young woman, "but the main thing is to keep the area cleaned well and not remove the jewelry until the piercing is completely healed."

"We're just doing the other ear," the young woman selected the second piercing gun and pulled the trigger.

"You are so brave, you'll do just fine -- we're almost done."

The father sat blankly wondering why there were three rings. Surely his daughter only had two ears!

"I just need to lift the apron, now," The young lady reached down and placed the trigger between the little girl's legs.

The father was caught between a scream and total paralysis. In three seconds the gun trigger was pulled.

His daughter looked up at him proudly, a small tear running from her right eye, "I did it Daddy, I did it!!! I got pierced."

The father suddenly found his muscles and his voice and leapt out of his chair and ran to his daughter, screaming, "What did she do to you, Oh my God, my baby, are you okay?"

The little girl and the clerk both looked at the man in astonishment.

"Daddy, I'm fine, look isn't it beautiful?" She spread her legs wide and he looked in shock at the gold ring peeking out through her smooth labia. Thinking her daddy was not appreciative enough the little girl reached down and opened her lips so that he could clearly see the piercing through the tiny hood of her clitoris. "It stings just a little, daddy. It doesn't hurt at all. Don't you think mommy will just love it?"

The father looked up at the face of the young woman who had just done the piercing. He looked more dazed than the little girl, thought the woman. That was so typical of the men who came in here -- brave daughters, freaked out dads. Best to take charge.

"She was very brave. I'm giving you the care kit -- it has all the antiseptic creams and rinses and a little book describing what to do. Keep everything clean, don't remove the jewelry, call us or come in if you have any questions at all. Sweetheart," she said, leaning down to the little girl, "You are a champ and very beautiful. I'm going to remove the apron and you're ready to go home!"

The little girl stood up, put her hand in her daddy's, and said, "Thank you very much, miss. Daddy, I'm ready to go."

"I think you're missing something, sweetie. Don't you need to get dressed first?"

"But then no one will see my pretty jewelry," said the girl with finality.

"If you want her dress, I'll be happy to put it in a bag, sir," responded the clerk, "but she won't be needing it at all. You just had her stripped."

"Excuse me?" queried the father.

"You signed the papers. We applied the chip just before you came in the room. She's stripped -- you know . . . " The clerk was baffled by this man's confusion.

"Right here, daddy, they put the sticker right here," the little girl pointed just behind her left ear. "It's okay daddy, I don't want clothes. I want people to see my new ring!" said the little girl.

"I'll just give you a pamphlet that explains everything about the Florida Quick Strip program -- unless -- you're not a tourist are you? You showed a Florida ID so . . . "

"Yes, yes, Florida resident. Just moved here from South Dakota, actually. Wonderful climate." The man was babbling along.

"Ah, well, perhaps you weren't aware of this Florida program. You can read all about it, and it appears your daughter has taken full advantage of her new opportunities! Thank you so much for your business. If you want additional items for your daughter or your wife, please come back and see us." The clerk guided them smoothly toward the front door.

Emerging into the bright sunlight the father looked down at his daughter standing totally naked on the sidewalk. He would have some explaining to do when he got home.

"Darling," he called as he unlocked the front door, "We're home!"

His wife stepped out to greet him and said, "Charles, what is the meaning of this? Why is Marla naked? Where have you been?"

"Look, mommy," the girl exclaimed, her eyes bright and with a huge smile on her face. Opening her legs she gushed, "Isn't it the most beautiful thing in the world! And I don't ever have to wear clotheses ever, ever again and I get to be naked all the time." With that she raised her hands in the air and danced in a twirl out of the room.

"I'm sorry, dear," said Charles, putting his arm around his wife, "I accidentally stripped our daughter."

(The End)