Just tell me that Hugh Laurie would like me to join him in the shower.
Probably?! There wouldn’t be no probably about it for me.
Other than that, just about any reasonably attractive (and my standards for that are pretty loose) female would just have to ask. Taking her own off while she’s asking would probably speed up the process. 
And here I was getting ready to post “no effing way” but you found a way.
Never say never.
Jude Law.
Or just pay me - I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.
If they did, would you feel uncomfortable like that in front of your clothed parents? I’m all for nudity and near-nudity, but it doesn’t belong in the same sentence as “my parents”, much less in the same room.
As for the OP, if it was just the two of us in a room and you were trying to get my clothes off, it wouldn’t happen unless you had a weapon. Or a medical license. But if you’re asking how inclined I am to get naked, it’s my preferred status at home.
I don’t think I ever ripped my blouse off faster than when a bee flew down the back of my neck. I had it ripped out of my pants waist and yanked off over my head (popped buttons flying everywhere) in about .5 seconds flat. And this was parked in my office’s parking lot where any passing person could get an eyeful.
No, the bee didn’t sting me. But I could feel it buzzing and crawling around my boobs. ::shudder::
My wife can do it with just a sly smile, under the right circumstances.
If you’re female and attractive, I might be tempted, but my marital vows would restrain me.
If otherwise, pretty much impossible.
I’d like to see.
Six martinis.
And whatever you do, try not to back into that cold doorknob.:eek:
If you’re female you’d have to be my doctor.
If you’re male you’d have to wait until the wedding night.
I’d probably be OK with it. As it is, I’m quite uncomfortable in their house for the simple reason that I’m wearing clothing. I am constantly telling myself that I MUST NOT remove my clothes. Every couple of hours, I have to retreat to my bedroom and remove my clothes and let the fan play over my body in the summer. Even in the winter, I find the house to be a bit overheated.
Oddly enough, I have no problem staying clothed when I’m out in public, probably because most restaurants and homes have a lower summertime temp than my parents’ house does.
Lots of money.
“There’s a spider on you.”
Well, it all depends on the circumstances. If I’m already shirtless (and that season is coming up) just ask me to do my NO PANTS DANCE! I mean, you can’t do a NO PANTS DANCE! with pants on, although a shirt, jacket, or even a robe would be okay. If I do have a shirt on, you’d have to… I dunno, tell me we’re gonna re-enact the Battle of Gettysburg, only if they were all naked? Convince me that it’s International Everyone Being Naked Day*? Use some kind of space-age ray gun to turn my clothes into chipmunks? Tell me that if I don’t get naked right now you’ll release hundreds of motherfuckin snakes on this motherfuckin plane? Something like one of those things would probably work.
Of course, if you’re a moderately hot chick you could just ask. I’d be happy to you the goods.
*Note: you’d have to be naked to pull this off.
Tell me I get to have time in the steam room, a cup of tea, a full body massage, a shower and hair wash, then time in the relaxation room.
I take off my clothes for the folks at the spa.
Give me a ballpark figure. 
Dude, I so love you! 
Tell me you don’t believe in monsters.
That’s what I came in to say. Drop a bug down my shirt and I’ll be topless almost instantly.
Get it off get it off get it OFF!!!