Strip

Bob looked down at his hooked clothes in despair. He would never dream of something so humiliating as stripping for so many girls but, then again, what choice did he have?

It wasn’t very hard to do what needed to be done. The hook that had been pulling at his clothes for the last ten minutes had significantly weakened the stitches to the point where all Bob had to do was tug on his shirt a little harder than normal before it ripped off into his hands. The girls started cheering as Bob’s bare torso came into view. Bob turned his attention to his pants and gulped.

“At least it can’t get any worse,” the boy thought to himself as he tightened his grip on the waistband of his pants.

With a deafening rip and a gasp from the female audience, Bob pulled straight up on his pants, tearing them away from his body with an unintended flair. This girls watched with hands cupped over their mouths in surprise as the rags that used to be Bob’s clothing floated to the ground, revealing an embarrassing pair of white undies.

“Looking good, cutie!” Cried one of the girls watching.

“Yeah, thanks for the show!” Said another.

Bob’s cheeks were completely red as he turned to Mr. Krabb:

“Well, thanks for helping,” the boy mumbled, grateful to be free but still more embarrassed than ever.

“Uhh Lad?” Said Krabb, pointing to the only thing that Bob was still wearing. “You’re not quite finished.”

More giggles and ‘ooohs’ could be heard as Bob looked down to see that his underwear was also caught on the hook! The young man instantly understood what this meant and panicked.

“Please Mr. Krabb, anything but that! I can’t be naked in front of all of these girls! There has to be another way Mr. Krabb, please!” Bob’s voice cracked up as he finished speaking. He felt he would much rather take his chances with the hook than have to show off his most private area to every girl he knew!

“I’m sorry boy, but if you can’t do it, I’ll just gave to find another frycook.” And with that, Krabb went back into the restaurant, placing a sign that said ‘help wanted’ in the window as he moved to his back office, presumably to get a head start on his search for employees more comfortable with public nudity.

Jaime and her friends also took the cue to go back inside, meanderingly. A few girls tried to convince Bob to just rip the band aid off but they were unsuccessful.

Now alone, Bob started to feel the hook pulling even harder on his backside. He knew that must only have moments before he’d be cruelly yanked up to wherever all these hooks went to.