Samantha and Harry Potter 5

Stripped For Florida: Samantha and Harry Potter 5

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Samantha and Harry Potter

by Willie B. Florida
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PART FIVE

As they drove to the coast they all felt an air of optimism, bordering on excitement. Nevertheless, everyone was pretty quiet. It was as if the spell would be broken if they talked about it. Rod reached down and tentatively stroked his erection, the mood of anticipation enhancing his body's natural adolescent arousal. Sam's eyes twinkled. With all that had been going on she had not used the wand in days. She reached behind the seat. Grasping the wand she gave it a little flick in Rod's direction. He flinched and looked over at her. Mel watched with amusement. Another flick of the wand and the wand inside his penis sprang to life. He pulled his hand away and then put it back and stroked himself, forgetting the modesty he'd been toying with a few minutes earlier. Mel pointed the wand directly at his penis, pressed her finger into the special spot and watched as Rod writhed in his seat, his hips pushing up against the seat belt. His penis flared out at the crown and pulsed visibly. Blood reddened the skin and with an open-mouthed groan her brother came violently, shaking the back seat of the car and spewing ejaculate everywhere. It had been days since he'd cum properly. The tight confines of a shared hotel room, his lingering sense that he was not supposed to be masturbating and cumming except in private, and the trauma of his family's situation had kept Rod from his typical morning, midday and afternoon sessions. The built up fluids sprayed his sisters' and his own body with white, gooey mess. The first shoot went far enough to hit the gear shift between the front seats and a few drops hit his mother's arm and shoulder. She turned around and gave the three children a grin.

Their dad drove the car across the causeway to Cocoa and pulled up in front of a nondescript single-story strip of offices. Mel's dress was wet with sperm. Sam, and especially Rod were a mess.

"Don't we have a towel, or tissues," Rod asked.

His mother opened the trunk and handed him a roll of paper towels. He and Sam did their best to clean up, but their parents seemed to be in a hurry.

"Let's go kids," urged their dad.

The three kids followed their parents into a small waiting area. A receptionist opened a sliding glass window.

"McCloud. Jan and Harris McCloud. We have an appointment."

"Yes, Ms. Jones will be right with you. Please make yourselves comfortable." The receptionist closed the window. Before the children could get bored, a door opened. A middle-aged woman, fairly short with hair obviously styled and dyed, invited them in.

The family followed and found themselves in a rather spacious office with windows overlooking a garden with palm trees and flowers.

"I'm Renee Jones. Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. McCloud. And these are your children?" She gave them each a smile, quickly appraising the situation. Nicely built boy with the usual erection, but a more exotic piece of jewelry than usual. Tanned, probably from surfing. A sweet little girl, newly stripped. The older girl quickly becoming a young lady. Prim but with a sense of fun -- those certainly look like fresh sperm stains on her dress, fresh enough to have just happened in the car on the way over. She glanced at the boy again. Yes, still some places he or his mother missed when cleaning him up.

"This is Sam," their mother was introducing them. "Short for Samantha. She's -- well, as we explained -- she can no longer wear clothes. Officially for the moment she's stripped as a Florida tourist. This is Rod, he's 14. He's also stripped as a tourist, for the moment at least." Rod gave his mother a look of puzzlement, but didn't say anything. "Mel is 17. She would be the candidate."

Sam and Rod understood very little of this, but they noticed that their older sister looked alarmed.

"We are still waiting on the legal process. Our lawyer feels it could take a while, but he is sure that Universal Studios will make a minimum settlement that would allow us to relocate to Florida and cover the stripping costs. We really like this area and feel we could make a valuable contribution to your business."

Ms. Jones nodded her head. She was a hard-nosed business woman, but she trusted her instincts as well. There was something endearing about this family. "Tell me again how this happened, with your daughter Sam?"

Their parents quickly told the story. How the kids had been so eager to go to Harry Potter World, how they had ended up in a back alleyway, the wizard and the potion. "Her clothes just dissolved off her body," concluded her mother.

"You can try it now, if you like," laughed her dad. "She can't wear a shred of fabric. Not even a paper towel!!!"

Intrigued, Ms. Jones went over to a shelving unit and pulled out a Cocoa Beach souvenir t-shirt. "Here, honey, why don't you put this on for a moment?"

Sam dutifully pulled the adult XL t-shirt over her head. The fabric engulfed her small frame, hanging down well below her knees. Within 15 seconds the cotton began to fray away, leaving long gashes. Holes formed and grew larger and larger, as if acid were eating away at the fabric. Within a minute and a half Sam was as naked as she had been when she entered the room.

"That's quite remarkable!" exclaimed Ms. Jones. "I've never seen anything like it." She turned and walked over and sat down in the large chair behind her desk. "Make yourselves comfortable. There should be just enough seats for everyone." She placed her hands together, the tips of the fingers just touching each other. "I like you, and I'm prepared to make a proposal. I am running a business, however, so I expect hard work and results. Therefore, this is a conditional offer. If you accept, we will evaluate in six months and again in a year before graduating you to a full contract."

Jan and Harris waited, eyes on Renee Jones.

"My company manages over 3,000 condominium time share units along this stretch of Florida coastline. You will need to proceed with applying to the state-sponsored contest, including your daughter's participation, as my company is one of those that signed an agreement to participate in the promotion. However, whether you win the lottery for a timeshare slot, or not, I am offering you a contract position that includes housing. We have such a large number of units, you see, that we are able to offer you housing as part of your compensation. When you learn what the typical rental costs are in this area, you will see that this is not an insignificant contribution. In any case, even if you do win, your timeshare will be for only two weeks out of the year. I suggest that if you win, you will probably want to trade out that time for an opportunity to stay somewhere else for one or two weeks of vacation."

Renee went on to outline the contract job she was offering the children's parents. It involved intricacies of the time-share business, how people traded out times for vacations elsewhere, the ups and downs of the market, management details, cleaning contracts, communications procedures and more. The children quickly became bored and glazed their eyes on the waving palm fronds outside the window.

It was a shock, therefore, when Mel suddenly realized that Ms. Jones was standing right next to her chair and asking her to get up. "Dear, I need you to come over here. We'll be doing the strip right now. It is a requirement that it be completely in place before we can put your name into the raffle."

Mel got up, not understanding what was happening. Ms. Jones applied a small bandage behind Mel's left ear. "Okay, you can take off your clothes anytime you like, but definitely before leaving the office."

Mel looked at her parents. What was going on?

"Honey?" her mother questioned. "Were you paying attention at all?"

Mel shook her head.

"You've been stripped for life. We entered the contest. The one you found for us before we came to Florida."

"Me? You stripped me? But it was supposed to be . . . "

"Well, Sam doesn't qualify. Even though she is effectively stripped for life, she wasn't officially stripped by us. We'll have to be making some other arrangement with the state about her."

"And Rod?"

"You wanted them to strip me for life?" Rod shot his question directly at his sister. "You sound like you know something about this, whatever it is."

Mel looked at her parents, avoiding her brother's question.

"What's going on?" Rod yelled.

"Please, Rod, keep your voice down," his father said.

"Mel found this contest where we might be able to win a condo timeshare in Florida," explained their mother. "When the . . . accident . . . happened to Sam, we gave up on it, until we had the conversation in the hotel lobby yesterday. We realized that maybe, just maybe, there was a way to move forward. There are a lot of expenses. We can't live in Massachusetts any more -- or much of anywhere else for that matter. That means that for the moment we effectively have no house and no job. To qualify for the contest the rules state that the family must strip one child for life. That is also a big expense. When we weren't expecting to have all the other expenses, and still had jobs and a home, the cost of stripping one of you for life seemed like a good investment in possibly getting a place in Florida where we could come on vacation every year."

"So, you were going to strip one of us for life -- one of us would have to be naked forever?" asked Rod.

"We were going to strip one of you for life, that is correct," confirmed their dad, "but since we'd only be in Florida for two weeks of the year, that person would only have to be naked for that short time and only in Florida."

"Sam's situation changed all that," their mother went on, "we have no choice now--she will be naked all the time."

"But, she doesn't count as the child stripped for life," their dad explained.

"So, you were going to strip me!" demanded Rod.

"It was always going to be Mel," their mother stated. "Always. She just didn't expect that. I know you're not turning 17 until the end of August, Mel, but 'Happy Birthday!'"

Mel stood in the middle of the room, stunned.

"You might as well take off your clothes, honey," said her dad, "you'll not be needing them again."

Mel slowly started undressing, as if in a slow motion dream.

"Fortunately," their mother went on, "our lawyer is confident that Universal Studios will make an out of court settlement in order to avoid any negative publicity. At the very least they should be paying for Mel's stripped for life cost, our moving expenses, and a stipend to help us make it through our first year in Florida. Your father and I feel very confident that we will serve Renee's company well," she gave Renee a smile, "and that will allow us to live right here in Cocoa. Rod will enjoy surfing and I'm sure you two will find passions that fit with our new Florida life. Of course, neither of you two girls will ever wear clothes again."

"As for Rod," added their father, picking up the story, "he won't be wearing clothes either, at least not until he's 21."

"What! I only agreed to be stripped for our ten day vacation!"

"That's true," admitted his mother, "but that was as a tourist. Now that you will be a Florida resident, different rules apply. Tourist children can put their clothes back on when they leave the state. When Florida residents get stripped they stay naked until their 21st birthday."

"Unless they are stripped for life," explained their dad. "For the time being you're simply stripped -- until you're 21. We'll wait to see whether you'll be stripped for life, or not, depending on the settlement that comes in from Universal."

The three naked children stared at one another. So many changes had happened so fast that they didn't even know how they felt. Rod was thrilled beyond belief that he'd be living on one of the great surf beaches of the world. But, this was tempered by the shock that he'd be naked. At his age it seemed like forever. Plus, his sister had that wand that controlled his dick. Who knew what she'd do with that. He'd be going to a new school. Would his classmates be naked, too, or would he be some kind of freak?

Sam felt better knowing that her family wasn't going to be homeless and penniless, all because of that stupid potion she drank at Harry Potter. But, she too was nervous about living in a new place, having to find new friends, attending a new school. The naked was okay -- she didn't really mind so much, especially if she was going to be living somewhere like Florida -- plus there seemed like a lot of new things to learn about sex! She smiled to herself. It wasn't going to be so bad.

Mel stood in the middle of the room, still caught in a slow motion trance. Her clothes lay in a heap at her feet. She'd never expected to be stripped. Never! She guessed she deserved it though, setting up one of her siblings to be stripped for life just so they could all go on vacation to Florida. Her parents must have figured she deserved it, too! She should have guessed something was up when they stripped Rod that first day in Cocoa Beach, but not for life. That had seemed so weird! Now they weren't just naked for a week or two, but -- for her whole life!!!! At least she wasn't the only one. There was Sam -- poor Sam -- and maybe even Rod, after all, if there was enough money.

Mel looked around. The three adults were having a pleasant conversation around the desk. Rod was looking off into the distance as if dreaming about surfing. His hand was idly stroking his erection. She guessed she'd have to get used to that, having a naked boy around all the time. Sam was sitting cross legged on her chair, looking up at the ceiling with a smile and the happiest look on her face. Neither of her siblings seemed that traumatized. Her parents had worked things out so they would have a home, jobs and enough money to live on. Mel figured she was the one who needed an attitude change.

"Hey everyone, let's all take surf lessons," she said, "I'm ready to ride some waves!"

THE END

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