By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2025 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[3,735 words]
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Sexualizing Michelle
A Stripped for Florida story
By Willie B Florida
Williebflorida@gmail.com
Author’s Note: Readers have asked me how I personally view
the Stripped For Florida program; is it a positive or negative thing,
utopian or dystopian, empowering or abusive? As a person I am both
inspired and appalled by human behavior. As an author I focus on
stories that elucidate how ordinary young people navigate the often
contradictory circumstances of life in contemporary Florida. WB
* * *
Chapter 1: Queen of the balls
I pulled open the door to the bar and nudged my companion forward so
that the patrons inside could clearly see her nude body before we
entered the dim interior. Once inside I strolled over to the counter.
“I’ll have a Michelob Lite, and a Coke for
her.”
“We don’t get a lot of nudies here,” the
man seated on the stool next to me grumbled in a gravelly voice.
“What’s your story?”
“Back when I was a teen, I was stripped for life,”
I replied amiably, “which, fortuitously, led to my current
career as a sexualizer.”
“That means you fuck young girls.”
“Basically,” I agreed.
“I ought to take you outside and beat the pulp out of
you,” his slurred voice belying any ability to follow through
on the threat.
“You’re just jealous.”
“Who’s your friend?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” I responded.
“This is Michelle. Her parents stripped her a week ago and
she’s now in training.”
“I bet. You fucking her?”
“Not yet.”
“Sweetie,” the man addressed Michelle directly.
“Those are some nice tits you’ve got. If this guy
doesn’t want you, I’ll fuck your ass any
time.”
“Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be legal,”
I explained. “You know how it works in Florida. A young
person can only have sex with someone else if they’re both
stripped.”
The man grunted and returned to his drink.
I engaged the bar tender with banter carefully calibrated to be as
innocuous as possible. NBA stats, the weather, the disrepair of county
roadways.
“Okay, Michelle,” I announced. “Time to
get you home. Your parents are going to wonder if we got lost
somewhere.”
Michelle slid off her stool, her firm breasts jutting out from her
shapely form.
The man at the bar looked up from his drink.
“Sir, I just wanted to say…well, my
sister’s son…he’s at that age, if you
know what I mean…kinda desperate…” the
man paused and then addressed Michelle. “My apologies, Miss,
I didn’t mean no disrespect. You’re a very
attractive young woman.”
Michelle nodded uncertainly.
“I’m not sure I understand,” I said.
“My nephew, I could get my sister to strip him, and then,
maybe perhaps…”
“I see,” I replied, “Seems like
that’s up to your sister. I’ll probably be back
this way in a week or so and you can catch me up on any
developments.”
I touched Michelle lightly on the shoulder and we ambled out to the
parking lot.
“Were you serious?” Michelle asked. “Some
random guy in a bar thinks I’m going to have sex with his
nephew?”
“That’s what your parents are paying me for,
right?” I said in a serious tone of voice.
Michelle shrugged.
“Believe me, after a few weeks you’re going to be
so bored with me, you’ll want to hang out with someone closer
to your own age.”
I drove the back way to her parents’ house and dropped her
off, waiting until her mother opened the door and waving to her before
driving off. I insist on doing all of the physical training at a
client’s home, in her bedroom, while one or both of her
parents are at home. Liability insurance is one thing, but in this
business one can’t be too careful. It isn’t just my
professional reputation. I want the girls to feel safe and secure while
they are exploring their physical sexuality with another person for the
first time.
* * *
I was certain that Michelle would adapt quickly to simply being naked.
Kids are stripped in Florida on a daily basis and most of them hardly
notice that they aren’t wearing clothes any more. My job was
to get Michelle used to being seen as an overtly sexualized young
woman. I spent the first week exposing her in typical male
environments. We took my car in for a tire change, went shopping for
lumber for my back deck replacement, purchased plumbing supplies and
hung out in a couple of bars,
The second week was devoted to the two of us getting to know one
another on a more intimate basis. I’d made it clear to her
parents that I’d meet with them for a progress report, but
only now after the first two weeks were complete.
I drove up to the house. There were more cars out front than usual, so
I made sure to park carefully so as not to block anyone in. I pressed
the doorbell button and waited for the luxurious bell towns that chimed
inside the house. I was delighted that the door was opened by a little
girl who appeared to be 6 or 7 years old.
“Hi, are you here to see Michelle?” she asked.
“Yes, I am here to see Michelle, and her parents, if they are
available?”
The little girl giggled, obviously amused that I was speaking to her so
properly.
“Please come in. I will go let them know you are
here,” the girl said, matching my formality. “Oh,
my name is Jodie.” Before I could respond she giggled and ran
off.
A few minutes later a woman I didn’t recognize appeared in
the foyer, the little girl in tow.
“Oh, hello, you must be
Michelle’s…I’m sorry, Mister…?
“Just call me Brad.”
“I’ve heard only great things about you, Brad. I
see you’ve met Jodie,”
The little girl was bouncing up and down eagerly.
“I did meet Jodie, and are you her mom?”
“Yes, Jodie is Michelle’s cousin.”
“I’m delighted to meet both of you. Michelle
didn’t tell me that her cousin was stripped.”
“She might not pay it a bit of attention. We stripped Jodie
at birth, so it must seem totally normal.”
“Of course.” I reached into
my pocket for items I save for moments just like this one.
“I’d love to give your daughter a treat, but only
if it’s okay with you.” I held out two fists.
“These two are edible,” I opened my left hand to
reveal two chocolate candy balls. “Your daughter may already
have these, but if not, they’re the newest model.”
I opened my right hand and held two vibrator balls on my palm where
only the mother could see them.
“Oh, that’s very kind of you. Of course she can
have them. She did have the balls, but they got lost awhile back. They
were the kind with the batteries.”
“Do you want to put them in?”
“Please, you’re the pro. Go ahead. I’ll
watch.”
I kneeled down to Jodie’s height. “Look
here,” I said, opening my left
hand..”I’ve got two treats for your mouth. Do you
want me to pop them in?”
Jodie pursed her lips and sucked in first one, and then the other, of
the chocolate balls as I held them up to her mouth.
“What’s in the other hand?” she asked
eagerly.
“These are the newest balls,” I said, looking up at
her mother. “If you remember the old motion-activated
wristwatches that were so common before the little watch batteries were
invented? These balls use the same technology. As long as a little girl
moves around—and what little kid doesn’t move
around--they never need batteries. I’ve set them for a random
cycle, so you never know when she’ll get off all the
way.”
Jodie’s mother nodded and I turned my attention back to the
little girl.
“And, I have two treats for your other mouth.”
Jodie looked confused. “Down here.”
I pressed a ball against her labia, “Suck it in,” I
instructed and I think Jodie actually tried to do just that. I popped
the first ball in and then the second.
“Shall we go find your cousin?” I suggested.
Jodie led the way. Standing in the living room was the delightful young
woman I had fucked for the first time just the day before. She smiled
at me and pursed her lips mischievously. Sitting in armchairs on either
side of the room were Michelle’s parents, Jason and Marie
Delville.
“Your friend gave me a present,” Jodie said quietly
to her cousin, “Want to feel them?”
Michelle looked down and nodded.
“You have to put your hand right here,” Jodie said,
guiding her cousin’s hand to her pudenda. “Can you
feel them? They’re moving around right now and they feel
sooooo good.”
Michelle looked over at me and I nodded.
“That’s great, Jodie,” Michelle said.
“Right now my parents want to have a talk with Brad. Let me
find out if they need me right now. Otherwise we can go upstairs and
you can show them to me.”
“That’s okay,” said Marie Delville,
“Your father and I will talk to Brad first. You and Jodie can
go upstairs until we call you down.”
Jodie and Michelle went out and I could hear their footsteps on the
stairs. Jodie’s mother ducked out another door and I sat down
on the couch looking across the room at Michelle’s mother and
father.
“I want you to know that your daughter is an exceptionally
wonderful young woman.” I wanted the discussion to get off on
a positive note, but it was also true. In the short time I’d
gotten to know Michelle, I had found her to be a quietly strong-willed
teenager, perceptive of what was going on around her, and surprisingly
tender during our first forays into intimacy. I was sure that as she
blossomed into her sexuality she would be capable of developing strong
emotional bonds while maintaining a good sense of her own self.
In my years of experience as a sexualizer I’ve found that
parents tend to be more focused on the social role that their daughter
will be playing and see the process of being stripped and sexualized as
a modern form of the débutante being presented to society.
After all, it is only the very well off who have the financial
resources to pay for the services of someone like me. Most girls still
discover romance, relationships and sex the usual way, by fumbling
around with other teenagers. I see my role somewhat differently. If my
clients can afford to spend this much on their daughters, I hope to be
able to offer them a smoother path toward adulthood. I really get to
know each girl, help to nurture her best gifts and talents, and delight
in seeing her blossom as an independent young woman.
“Your reputation precedes you,” Jason Delville
declaimed. “I’m sure our daughter is no longer a
virgin,” he went on, “but that’s not why
we hired you. After all, it would only be a matter of time before some
guy screwed a girl as stunning as my daughter.”
“What my husband is trying to say,” Marie Delville
interjected, “is that we see a huge potential in
Michelle.”
“She’s a bombshell,” Jason exclaimed.
“We’d like Michelle to win Queen of the Ball this
fall,” Marie explained.
“It’s one of the sure fire ways to
success,” Jason explained. “Influencer, TV
personality—maybe even Fox News, political
position—maybe even White House press secretary, you get the
idea. It’s not just her tits, although they are a huge asset
in my opinion.”
“This is quite a revelation,” I said. “I
wish we’d had this conversation a few weeks ago.”
“We wanted you to get to know our daughter first,”
Marie explained. “So that you could see the same potential
that we do.”
“We know you’re the man for the job,”
Jason said, his voice booming around the room.
“That’s why we hired you!”
“Michelle can explain a bit about the Queen of the Ball. I
think there are a few qualifications to win,” Marie said.
“The joke is that the girl who wins is Queen of the balls
‘cuz she’s sucked so many of them.” Jason
laughed uproariously at his joke.
“Well, it’s true, Queen of the Ball is not the
Homecoming Queen,” Marie added.
“And she’s certainly not the…well,
anyway. Marie, why don’t you go get Michelle and we nail this
down before Brad has to be on his merry way.”
I was under contract with these folks. I had introduced Michelle to
sexual intercourse just the day before. It would be a legal mess to try
to back out now and it would be devastating to Michelle.
“Let’s work out a plan before we speak to
Michelle,” I suggested. “I’ve worked with
dozens of girls,” I assured them. “My goal is to
help your daughter, of course, but parents are in charge. Help me
understand what you have in mind. That way I can steer Michelle toward
experiences that will align with what you feel is best for
her.”
Marie leaned back in her chair and I could see some of the tension
drain out of her shoulders. Her husband leaned forward and spoke in a
more earnest voice.
“If I’d had a son,” he began,
“I’d be pushing him hard right now. I’d
want him to be excelling on the football field or on the basketball
court. I’d be giving him pep talks on the value of taking
calculated risks. I’m a multiple-entrepreneur. I’m
always thinking up the new venture. One business might be just starting
to thrive, but I’ve already started planting two more.
It’s exciting and rewarding. I feel the same way about
relationships.” Jason glanced over at his wife. “If
I had a teenage son I’d be telling him to get out there and
have as many experiences with women as possible. It’s not
just about having a good time. It hones a boy’s instincts,
makes him a killer competitor, builds confidence.”
I nodded along as I listened. I could see where this was going.
“You want your daughter to be a competitor.”
“That’s it!” Jason exclaimed.
“Exactly. We brought you in because I am concerned that
Michelle is a little too low-key, not aggressive enough. I’m
worried she’s not really using her talents.”
“What about you,” I asked, turning to Marie.
“What’s your dream for Michelle?”
“As a teenager and young adult I was very shy. I
didn’t have a strong opinion about much of anything and I
really held myself back. You don’t know this about
us,” Marie said. “Jason and I are swingers. We have
a very strong marriage bond, and that allows us to engage socially and
sexually with other couples in trusted situations. It has really given
me a lot of confidence. I’d really like Michelle to build up
that confidence earlier in life than I did. We are hoping that by
getting Michelle sexualized, by a professional, that it will open the
way to her having lots of experiences. I don’t expect all the
boys she meets to be wonderful. I’m sure some of them will be
total assholes.” Marie gave her husband a look. “I
don’t care if a man is an ass or an absolute sweetheart. I
engage or I don’t. At this point in my life I feel in charge.
I feel confident in my body, my personality, my skills. Like Jason, I
want success for Michelle, but we don’t have a son. We have a
daughter. Women have their own way of doing things.”
“It sounds like you have a lot to teach her,” I
said.
“I do my best, but you know how it is. At this age kids
don’t want to hear it from their parents, She’s not
a kid anymore. That’s sort of the point, isn’t
it?”
“So you think that a man can teach your daughter to be a
woman?” I asked pointedly.
“You won’t teach Michelle how to be a woman, but
she’ll learn faster if she has some men to practice
on,” Marie said with determination.
I looked over at Jason. “You want your daughter to practice
on men?” I asked.
“Yes, of course I do! In the next few months I want my
daughter to fuck as many boys as possible, feel her strength, and be
ready to ride the world.”
I grimaced at the obvious sexual imagery. Michelle had quite the
parents.
“Why don’t you introduce her to your swinger
community?”
“She doesn’t know anything about that part of our
life,” Jason said hastily.
“Besides, everyone in that scene is old. I mean even older
than we are,” Marie laughed. “Also it would be
illegal. They’re not stripped, you know.”
“So, you’d like me to introduce Michelle into as
many safe sexual situations as possible while you still have me to
supervise. Do I understand the plan?”
Jason nodded.
“I’d also like her to win that Queen of the
Ball,” Marie added.
“Now that I understand what you want, please trust me to
introduce it to your daughter in my own way.” I held up a
hand to hold off Jason’s interruption. “This is
Florida. You could have brought a different stripped boy over here
every day of the week. Basically forced the teens to hook up. There are
parents who do that. But you hired me for a reason, right?
You’ll get what you want, I assure you.”
And if I can hold her parents back for a month or two, hopefully
Michelle will find out what she wants.
* * *
I climbed the stairs and entered Michelle’s bedroom and
gently closed the door.
“What are they making me do?” Michelle asked, her
voice resigned to whatever it might be.
“They’ve decided to trust me,” I
answered. “And I trust you. But before we get into any more
details, I’ve got a treat for you.”
I lit a tea candle under the metal bowl of massage oil I’d
set up during my last visit.
“Scoot off the bed for a moment. Thank you.” I
spread a plastic sheet over Michelle’s queen size mattress
and directed her to lie down on her belly. I dimmed the lights and
spent a good half hour massaging her back, neck, legs and the wonderful
curves of her buttocks. I worked the oil into her muscles and I could
slowly feel her breathing get deeper as she let go of some of her
anxiety.
“Whenever you’re ready,” I offered,
“you can turn over.”
Michelle rolled over. I smiled as she spread her arms and legs across
the expanse of the bed. I started with her scalp and then gave her a
face massage. I spent some time moving her head in gentle circles and
ran my fingers down the sinews of her neck, shoulders and upper back. I
moved around the bed and worked her toes, the soles of her feet, her
ankles, shins and calves. I worked my way up her thighs, feeling the
heat radiating forth from her groin. Michelle started to writhe with
anticipation of my touch. I got up and shifted position again. Michelle
moaned with disappointment.
“Not to worry,” I murmured. Her father’s
admiration of Michelle’s tits, notwithstanding, they are
absolutely fantastic and I enjoyed lavishing attention on them for a
good half hour. Michelle moaned and I had to forcibly sit on her hands
to keep her from touching her pudenda. Michelle was very close to
orgasm, so with a final tweak of her nipples I moved down to her belly.
Finally it was time to eat her out. I nestled myself between her legs
and put my tongue out tentatively. This girl was on fire. I moved in
and gave her a complete oral ravishment. Michelle screamed as she came,
and then let out a low growl. I kept it up and Michelle groaned and
screamed. I grinned to myself, glad that Michelle was so completely
caught up in her own passions that she gave no thought as to what her
parents might be hearing. After what seemed like forever, but was
probably about twenty minutes, I slowed my ministrations and ran my
fingers in slow circles around her tender clitoris, and then mounted
her.
This was only my second time entering her. While I enjoyed a long,
languid fucking of her tight and totally wet pussy, I explained what
her parents had in mind for her.
“I’m sure it will come as no surprise to you that
they want you to have lots of sex, and with a lot of different
people.”
“Of course,” Michelle said.
“That’s what they do. Always having sex with other
couples.”
I took note that Michelle was far more aware of her parents’
lifestyle than they had assumed.
“They think it will give you a lot of confidence.”
Michelle shrugged as well as one can when lying in bed, covered in oil
and being actively fucked.
“They think you have the potential to be famous some
day.”
“My dad thinks all it takes is big boobs and you’re
the next ‘it’ person,” Michelle said
dismissively.
“I won’t argue that you have fantastic tits, but I
hear you. Intelligence doesn’t reside in big boobs any more
than it does in a big dick.” I gave her a hard thrust with my
own big dick for emphasis. Michelle grinned.
“Sex is supposed to be fun,” I added with another
emphatic thrust.
“Ummph,” Michelle added her own thrust.
“Ummph, yourself,” I thrust into her.
“Ummph, ummph, ummph,” Michelle thrust back.
I stopped talking and sped up my thrusts, shooting my hot sperm deep
into her snatch. One of the advantages of the Stripped For Florida
pills is that they are remarkably effective at birth control. Fucking
naked is one of the perks of the job. I keep myself clean, take all the
tests, and make sure I stay healthy.
I rolled off Michelle’s body and lay on my back, panting. I
finally caught my breath. “I’ve convinced your
parents that between the two of us we’ll find you enough sex
partners to make hiring me worth their money. More
importantly,” I caught Michelle’s eyes,
“you’re not going to be doing anything that
isn’t fun. Got it?”
Michelle nodded in earnest.
“Also, they want you to be Queen of the Ball.”