By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2026 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[2,516 words]
* * * * *Pearl Girls
A Stripped For Florida Story
by
Willie B Florida
williebflorida@gmail.com
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Part III
Still in shock from discovering Stephanie performing as an exotic
dancer at a nightclub the night before, Stephanie’s parents got to
church early, hoping to catch their daughter before the service began.
Two nude girls were out front welcoming parishioners. A single pearl
nestled between the fresh round breasts of one of the girls. The other
girl wore her pearl like a choker, the gem resting in the hollow of her
neck. Inside three more girls, naked of course, worked as ushers,
giving out worship programs and assisting anyone who needed help
getting to their pew. The Purity Pledge choir stepped up onto the dais
at the front of the sanctuary, shaved pubes, pubescent boobs and pearls
on full display as they sang in their high voices.
“In light of last night it just doesn’t seem as Pure, does it,” the twins’ dad whispered to his wife.
“I still haven’t seen Stephanie,” she hissed back.
“What about Steve? Is he here?”
The service seemed interminably long and there was no sign of either of the twins.
Pastor Bob was shaking hands and making small talk with parishioners as they filed out.
“We found our daughter in very compromising circumstances last night,” her father informed the minister.
“Oh, no. I’m sorry to hear that. If you need to speak urgently we can
take this conversation into my office. Let me just get my assistant to
see to the good-byes at the door and I’ll be right with you.”
The parents stood impatiently to the side while Pastor Bob sent one of
the nude Purity Pledges to the front to summon the assistant pastor.
While they waited the twins’ parents made a couple of calls. The first
was to Kevin’s mom.
“Oh, no, I have no idea. I’ve been on
shift duty since day before yesterday. I’m sure they are fine. Did you
say they are not at church? Maybe they are sleeping in late and don’t
answer their phones.”
The second was to Cheryl’s mom.
“I didn’t make it to church this morning, but, your daughter wasn’t
here last night. Neither was Cheryl, for that matter. She was at work
and said she’d be at a friend’s house after. Stephanie probably did the
same. Doesn’t she work about as many hours as Cheryl?”
“Right
this way, folks,” Pastor Bob said, guiding them into his office. “I’m
sorry if there is a problem in your family. I’m all ears.”
“Stephanie was suspended in a hoop at Après Vous nightclub with a dildo up her pussy,” her dad declared indignantly.
“Isn’t it wonderful how our Pledges take purity into the profane world,” Pastor Bob pronounced.
“What’s that? You approve of this behavior?” Stephanie’s mom asked.
“You know about it!” Stephanie’s dad exclaimed, his voice rising.
“Oh, yes, that is the spiritual calling of the pledges. Have you
noticed how many of them are out in the world now? Whenever you see a
pearl you know it is one of our girls.”
“There were a lot of stripped young girls at the place we were last night,” Stephanie’s mom confirmed.
“Wearing their pearls, in case we should mistakenly think they weren’t with your program.”
“Bit by bit, we are putting our own purity girls into jobs that could
use sanctification. Restaurant servers, that’s just the entry point to
getting other jobs; anything that doesn’t require a license or a
certificate. You signed the work forms yourself, did you not?”
“With all due respect, pastor, the form did not say anything about
being an exotic dancer, or using a dildo,” Stephanie’s dad declared. “I
am amazed you condone this.”
“When we first discussed Stephanie’s involvement, I explained that this was to keep her from having sex.”
“Speaking of involvement, do you happen to know where either of our twins might be this morning?”
“Oh, of course. I’m sorry. Now I see why you’re worried. I sent them to
speak to the Sunday school classes this morning during services. We’re
trying to get the younger kids interested in our teen programs.
Stephanie is a great speaker for the Purity Pledges, and your son is so
engaging with the younger boys.”
“We’re going to find the two
of them now, but we are not done with this conversation,” the twins’
mom informed the pastor. The parents left the office and made their way
to the education wing. Stephanie was sitting outside with a couple of
her Pledge friends. Steve and Kevin were sitting close together in an
armchair on the other side of the room.
“Kids, we need to talk,” the twin’s mother announced. “Say good-bye to your friends and let’s go.”
“It’s okay, dad, Kevin can listen. I don’t mind,” Steve replied.
“I’m sorry, this is a family thing,” Steve’s dad informed Kevin.
“I’ll catch up later,” Kevin said to Steve.
The parents walked the twins around the corner and across the grass to a gazebo that was rarely in use on Sundays.
“Let’s start with you, Stephanie,” her mom declared. “Where were you last night?”
“At work.”
“Doing what?”
“You know, working. Like, I work all the time, it seems, when I’m not
at Purity Pledges or a friend’s house; or school, of course.”
“Would it surprise you, young lady, that we caught part of your hoop act last night?”
“Hoop…”
“There was an extra part that was particularly, penetrating, if that is the right word?”
Stephanie put her hand to her mouth.
“Not the right orifice,” her father said.
“Oh.”
“Hold that thought,” her mother said. “Steve, I have been too trusting
of your sister. Do you have any idea what she’s been up to after dark?”
“Honestly,” Steve answered, “I have no idea.”
“I’m wondering what you’ve been up to.” his mom replied. “You’re out of the house as much as your sister, lately.”
Steve nodded.
“Well?”
Steve hesitated.
“I don’t know all the details, but I have some idea what Stephanie’s
been up to,” their mother continued. “Not only did we inadvertently
witness one of her, performances–I must say that you’ve really caught
up on your dance classes, young lady--but Pastor Bob told us that he
was proud of what the Purity Pledges were doing in the world. He didn’t
seem one bit surprised at what your sister was doing last night.”
“I really don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” Steve answered.
“I think I believe you,” said his mom, “And what about you, Stephanie, any idea what your brother has been up to?”
“The gym?” Stephanie guessed.
“At two a.m.?”
“I don’t know,” the girl replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
“When Pastor Bob convinced us to strip you, Stephanie, he was quite
adamant that we not strip your brother. In both cases the reason was
the same.”
The twins stared back at their mom.
“To keep you from having sex.”
The twins kept staring, a bit too hard.
“That’s enough secrets,” their dad said softly. “Let’s all make our way
home, have lunch and then sit down together as a family and find out
what’s been going on, shall we? Steve, I don’t know how you got here,
but you’re coming with me. We have a little errand to take care of on
the way home.”
They drove a little way in silence before
turning into a corner Walgreen’s. The father and son walked inside and
stepped up to the counter.
“I need a resident strip chip for
this young man. Here’s my driver’s license, and, Steve, we’ll need your
ID as well.” Steve pulled it out of his pocket and handed to the lady
behind the counter.
“Just follow the instructions on the screen, sir. I’ll have it ready for you in a moment.”
Steve’s dad punched the buttons as they came up, scribbled his
signature on the digital pad, and pulled out his debit card and went
through that rigmarole as well.
“Here you are,” the clerk
said, handing over an envelope. Steve’s dad pulled out the sticker,
placed it behind his son’s ear and told him to strip off.
“Those are good shorts, you’re wearing,” he said to his son. “Anyone
you want to give them to or should we leave them in the basket?”
“There’s a boy at the gym. He’ll like them,” Steve said.
His dad nodded. “Okay, we’re good to go. Thank you,” he said to the
clerk. They walked back outside. “You don’t seem that surprised to be
stripped. I’m not in charge of Kevin, but my guess is you’ll be happy
if his mom strips him, too.”
“Why do you say that?” Steve asked.
“You two have been doing more than sleeping at night.”
“What do you mean?” Steve asked hesitantly.
“For one thing, you have no tan lines. I’m guessing you and Kevin have been spending time in the sun, naked.”
“Yeah,” Steve replied guardedly.
“But, if you two haven’t had sex yet, you’re about to. Kevin’s your boyfriend or I’ll eat my hat.”
“You don’t wear a hat, dad.”
“It’s a joke, son.”
Steve let out a half laugh. “You’re right. Kevin’s my boyfriend. Are you upset about that?”
“I’m upset that I haven’t been paying enough attention to my son to
know what he’s been up to. Is Kevin the only one you’ve been having sex
with?”
“Yes, absolutely. I’m telling the truth.”
“But, you’ve been out doing things we know nothing about.”
“Yes.”
“We’re almost home. Why don’t we wait so you can tell the whole family.”
Steve walked inside and stood there so his mom and sisters could get a look at his stripped body.
“Stephanie’s filled me in a little on her activities,” the twins’ mom
said. “I suggested that she share the rest of it when you got back so
we could all listen together.”
“I made the same suggestion to Steve,” the twins’ dad replied.
Sandra sat on one side of the room, the parents on the other. For the
first time in ages the twins sat next to each other, their naked bodies
nearly touching.
Stephanie told them how she’d gotten her
first job, but that the manager had let them know that the “Pearls”
would learn to fill in for a lot of different positions.
“We
own a lot of businesses, and there’s plenty to do,” the manager told
them. “The pastors are eager for you to get promotions.” The pledges
should get priority he was told.
“That’s what they said,” Stephanie reported.
“But what about the work forms?” her mom asked. “We only signed the first one.”
“They said that was all they needed,” Stephanie answered.
“If you had stayed in that job,” her mother asked, “Do you think they’d have put you in a compromising position?”
“Sex, you mean,” Steve spelled it out.
“Steve,” Stephanie protested.
“I’m not trying to put you down,” Steve said, his voice gentle. “But you’ve got to admit that Pearl Girls have a bad rap.”
“I’ve had a lot of sex,” Stephanie announced, “Mostly with my
girlfriends at sleepovers. Honestly, I don’t think Pastor Bob or any of
the other ministers pushing the Purity Pledge care about that at all.
Girl-girl sex doesn’t even count for them.”
“What about boy-boy sex?” Steve asked.
“Oh, they definitely don’t like that,” Stephanie answered. “I’ve also
had sex with some of my friends’ brothers. I’m sure Pastor Bob wouldn’t
approve if he knew. Some of them aren’t even stripped, so, you know,
there’s that part, too. But, they’re so cute, how badly they want it.”
Stephanie sat back and smiled.
“Kevin, you started to tell me about your sexual activities,” his father said, “Did you want to tell us a little more.”
“Kevin’s my boyfriend,” Steve said. “Dad said he’s not mad.” Steve looked around the room at the rest of his family.
“I like Kevin.” Sandra said. “Thanks for sharing that with us.”
“I’m not mad at all that you have a boyfriend. Kevin seems like a very
nice person,” Steve’s mother said. “I’m upset that you couldn’t have
told us sooner, or that I wasn’t spending enough time with you to give
you an opening.”
“Dad said the same thing,” Steve replied. “I
guess everything’s been happening so fast. It felt like Stephanie got
to be involved in so many great things. She got stripped, was always at
sleepovers, got a real job…”
Stephanie gave her brother’s arm a little squeeze.
“I didn’t even know you had girlfriends,” Steve said, looking at his twin, “or about their brothers.”
“Yeah…”
“Kevin and I started spending a lot of time together. His mom is almost
never home, so we had the place to ourselves. After a while we got
bored being in the apartment all the time. Even the gym can get
repetitive. We discovered clubs that don’t card. They have their SFF
detectors switched off, so anyone can wear as little or as much as they
want”
“Are you talking about the Universal Club?” Stephanie asked.
“Yeah, the place with the rainbow flags out front,” Steve answered,
“Kevin’s place is close enough to downtown that we can walk. We go
around to the alleyway and strip. If you go in the back door you’re
right in the middle of the dance floor when you get inside. It’s pretty
cool. It’s like nobody even notices you until you start dancing.”
“Sounds fun,” Stephanie remarked.
“I don’t think it is as fancy as the place you work,” Steve said.
“Anyway, we started working there. You know, Kevin and I, young, cute,
naked...”
“And you’re both good dancers.”
“Thanks,
Stephanie. I mean, I guess that’s true after all these years of dance
classes. The manager said we didn’t need any signed papers.”
“You’re only getting tips,” the manager explained. “So you aren’t employees. No paperwork, no benefits. Capiche?”
“I mostly get paid in tips, too,” Stephanie explained. “When they first
took me off hostess duty I just stood on a little platform and jiggled
my body. Go-go dancing they call it. One day they pulled me aside and
told me to practice some moves with some of the more experienced girls.
After that I was in a lit cage, like a giant bird cage, really. I had
to take serious dance classes to learn the aerials. It’s a lot harder
than it looks.”
“Oh, wow,” Steve responded. “You’re doing the whole thing with the silks and all?”
“I am. Silks, hoop…”
“And props,” her mother put in.
“Gotta spice it up,” Stephanie agreed. “That’s what brings in the tips.”
“So, if we’re being completely honest, there’s one more thing I haven’t
mentioned,” Steve interjected. “They said Kevin and I are such a cute
couple. And evidently the patrons like younger boys. So, we’ve been
doing a sex show.”
“Like, actual sex?” Stephanie exclaimed.
“Yeah, actual sex on stage.”
“And I thought I was being risqué,” Stephanie said.
The twins sat in silence and looked at their parents and older sister.
End of Part III