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"Umm, what the fuck is this?!" John said before turning the sign towards his mother, as if she wasn't the one who wrote it.
"Language mister!" Ms.Doe said with a wave of her finger. "And as for your question, take it from your mother nothing catches the eyes of girls like a young nude man dancing with a sign."

"That's not what i'm talking about!" John responded before realizing how ridiculous it is that being **** to dance naked on the street corner wasn't the part that he was upset about. "That's also insane, but it's not what i'm talking about."
John began tapping his finger at the bottom half of the sign. "What does this price list mean?!"

"Oh that! I just thought since you're going to be working the sign the whole garage sale, you might as well make some money while doing it." Ms.Doe explained.
"No, no, no!" John said as he waved his arms and shook his head. "No way am I letting people touch, spank, or tell me what to do. I don't care how much it makes me!"
Expecting his mother to explode, John crossed his arms and braced for one hell of an argument, but was instead greeted by her taking a seat in-front of the cashier's desk.

"Ok that's fine." His mother said calmly as she placed the hundred dollar bill into the small metal box. Absolutely shocked that it was that easy, John uncrossed his arms. "Really? I can just not do it? This isn't a part of N.A.K.E.D requirements or something?"
"Sure honey, I'm not going to **** you to do extra work. You have your entire life to stay in N.A.K.E.D while you repay your debt." John's mother said as she laid back and waited for more customers to arrive.

"Wait! wait." John began, causing a sly smirk to form across his mother's face. "My N.A.K.E.D sentience isn't timed?"
Ms.Doe knew she had her son on the ropes. If she could convince him that it was in his best interest to earn as much money as possible then the profits for the garage sale would go through the roof for sure.

"I'm afraid not John, you're enlisted in a special debt based N.A.K.E.D sentience that won't end until you've repaid what you owe." Ms.Doe said causing John's posture became more scrunched up and nervous.
"But you shouldn't worry about that..." She began as she gestured towards the deserted front yard filled with furniture and assorted items. "Look at all the business we're getting, I'm you'll be fine without all the extra people and request money you'd bring in."

At this point John had on hand scratching his hair nervously as he tapped away at his foot. Clearly his mother's words had an effect on him because he quickly had a huge change of heart.
"Ok. I'll do it, just give me the sign." He said as he put his hand out.
Handing her son the sign, Ms.Doe put on a big smile. "I knew you would make the right choice!"

Rolling his eyes John began to move out before being stopped by a "Wait!" from his mother.
"You're going to need this as well, just stand it next to you while you work." She said handing him a medium sized folding stand up sign.
Looking at the front of the new sign John read.

"IT'S MY FIRST DAY IN N.A.K.E.D! COME SAY HELLO!
John Doe
N.A.K.E.D ID: 938743

"You're going to need that ID in case an enforcement officer comes by and checks you." Ms.Doe said before sending her son off to work.

John never thought that rear-ending that car in his school's parking lot would lead to him butt naked, holding up a sign advertising his own humiliation at cheap prices — but here he was.
Unfortunately the hot summer weather of the approaching mid-day was preventing him from losing his boner. So every time he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, or every time he jumped slightly as he waved the sign back and forth above his head his cock bounced and swayed with his body.
While this was insanely embarrassing, it did attract a lot of passersby who often gave out long wolf whistles from the windows of their passing cars.

Eventually after twenty minutes a car pulled up and stopped right in-front of John. As the passenger seat window rolled down the head of a young blond haired pale woman popped out.
"Vanessa?!" John said slightly shocked as he instinctively pushed his knees together to try and hide his junk. Vanessa was head of the cheer-team, and actually graduated this summer; She was extremely beautiful and popular and was practically the fantasy girl of over half the guys in the school.

"Hey pretty boy." Vanessa said as she eyed John up and down. "First day in N.A.K.E.D huh? How's that going for you?" She asked casually.
"W-well it's-" John began before being cut off by the blond cheerleader.
"Don't care." She said rudely before turning to the seat behind her. "Jasmine you have John yet?"
All of a sudden the back window of the car rolled down revealing Jasmine — a stunning Indian immigrant with a near perfect coco complexion, light hazel eyes, and black hair.

"No, I do not." Jasmine responded in her somewhat thick accent after a few seconds of scrolling through her phone.
"Gotcha." Vanessa responded before returning her attention to John. "I got twenty bucks, I want two poses and a video."
"Wait, wait. What's going on?" John asked, causing Vanessa to let out an exasperated sigh.
"Not that it should matter, but Jasmine collects nudes of all the boys at school. If a cock has been on camera, she has it saved somewhere."

Holding up her phone, Jasmine switched over to the camera app. "Yes, and I do not have any pictures of you John Doe."
"Oh, I see." John said timidly while putting down his sign. "Two photos and a video? Ok sure, what do you want me to do?" He asked in a slightly nervous tone.
"Hands behind your head, and spread your legs." Jasmine instructed.

John did as he was told and placed both of his hands behind his head and then struck a V-pose with his legs. As he did a burning feeling of shame washed across his whole body. The position he was in was as exposing as it was humiliating, and John couldn't help but quickly look around to see if there was anyone else out on the streets to see this.
Much to his horror he saw a pair of girls down the street, and one of them was shaking her friends shoulder while pointing right at him.

Even though he was doing what he was instructed , Jasmine's camera never clicked; instead her head moved away from her phone to address the boy in-front of her.
Snapping her fingers, Jasmine brought John's attention back to her and began barking more instructions. "Come on Doe do not be so shy, your cock is all that matters in this photo. Thrust those hips forward and present it to me!"
Jasmine practically shouted her lewd instruction loud enough for everyone on the block to hear, causing another red wave of shame to engulf John's face as he did as she instructed and thrusted his hips forward. Exposing his stiff penis to the world, and the growing group of curious girls down the street.

Still unsatisfied, Jasmine started snapping her fingers before pointing to the camera on her phone. "Look into the camera Doe! And put on a smile for god's sake, is this really the service you give to your customers?!"
"You don't have to be so pushy about it..." John whispered to himself before looking into the camera and putting on his best fake smile. With a quick flash from Jasmine's camera the humiliating moment of John presenting his stiff cock with a smile was captured forever.

"Very good." Jasmine said aloud. Looking at John she made a circular motion with her finger. "Now turn around, keep those legs spread, and put your hands on your knees."
Doing as he was told, John turned around and put his hands on his knees. Taking a kind of sumo wrestler stance which jutted his firm ass out towards the cheerleader's car. Soon after another flash came from Jasmine's phone.
"Now the video." Jasmine announced as John returned to a neutral position facing her. "Start with twenty jumping jacks and once you are done turn around and give your butt a little shake for me." The Indian girl commanded as she swiped her phone-screen into video mode.

With a deep crimson blush John began doing the exercise. Jumping from a neutral position with his arms at his side, he spread his legs mid-air and clapped his hands above his head before landing. He then proceeded to jump from that position, closing his legs mid air and returning his arms to his side; completing one 'jumping jack'.

Doing this caused his cock to flop up and down wildly, hitting the flesh of his thigh and stomach with a loud wet crack. John tried to do the exercises as fast as he possibly could, but this only made his dick bounce around even more wildly — which greatly entertained the girls in the car.
Jasmine made sure to zoom the camera in on John's groin as he jumped up and down, capturing his bouncing cock in great detail before panning up to the cute embarrassed look on his face.

As John jumped up and down he caught quick glances at the group of girls down the street, who at this point had also taken out their cameras and pointed them at him.
Embarrassed, he tried glancing in the opposite direction to pretend like they weren't there, but that failed as a small crowd seemed to have gathered on the sidewalk in front of his house to look down the street and watch him as well.

Biting his lower lip, beads of sweat began forming on John's forehead as he felt the burning gaze of several eyes from all directions focusing on the rhythmic bouncing of his hard cock.
John wasn't sure what was more embarrassing; having to do nude jumping jacks in the middle of his block, or the fact he had to pretend three groups of people weren't intensely staring at his dick while he did it.

After what felt like an eternity, John finally did his twentieth jumping jack. Turning around he gave his tan ass a good shake for the camera and was then greeted by a round of clapping, cheers, and whistles from the girls in the car.
Holding her hand out of the car, Vanessa presented a crumpled up bill to John. "Here you go pretty boy, you earned it."

John snatched the money with an annoyed "Thanks." but soon realized that it was actually a hundred dollar bill with a small white slip of paper attached to it. Turning over the slip two phone numbers written in ink with the letter V next to one and J next to the other.
"Those are our numbers." Vanessa announced before Jasmine butted in with. "Once N.A.K.E.D was announced we knew our next boy toy would have to be a participant."

"Jasmine's dad is a tech CEO and my dad owns an oil rig, so there will be plenty more where that came from if you think you're up to the task of providing us with some more entertainment." Vanessa said before Jasmine began speaking again. "You're cute Doe. You have nice tan skin, a pretty firm butt, your cock is definitely something I can get used to looking at, and most importantly you listen to instructions."
"Think about it John." Vanessa said with a wink before rolling up her window and pulling away from the sidewalk.

For a moment John was left stunned, looking down he had to make sure he didn't just imagine that whole interaction. There it was in his hands, a hundred dollars and a white slip with the numbers of the two most beautiful girls at school.
Carefully John placed the bill and the paper into the jar next to him, and picked up his sign and began holding above his head once again.

Glancing around the group in-front of his house seemed to notice the show was over and went back to rummaging through his possessions, and the group of girls down the street let out loud rounds of giggles as they showed each other their phones and started moving down the street.

Another hour passed of John dancing around with the sign. He got a few people to stop and give him requests; a few girls wanted photos next to him, some wanted videos of him thrusting his erect cock around, a small few were bold enough to pay for nice grope of his cock or ass along with a photo of them doing it, and one girl in a flatbed asked him to point her towards the garage sale with his cock, promising to buy something if he did. John saw her driving back with his bed-frame ten minutes later...

At this point it was 1:30 and John was beginning to sweat in the summer heat. Ready for a quick meal break he started to pack up when he saw a group of girls approaching from across the street.
But those weren't just any group of girls, they were...