Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Kent was only the first. Shelly wasn't going to miss an opportunity. She was ready to invade that locker room again right after the next baseball practice. She wasn't sure she would get to since she had to have Miss Hartick with her. She didn't know how hard it would be to convince the Vice Principle that she needed too many interviews. As it turned out, it wasn't hard at all. "See, I thought that rather than include a single interview for any article that having a series of quotes from the players would be for the best. I didn't know how busy you would be though," "Well, Shelly, I think that what you're doing is important. So I'll make certain that you get as much time as you need. I'll make the time, and when I can't, I'll get another escort for you. If you want to be there after every practice and after every game, that's what will happen." Shelly couldn't help smiling. That was all right since Miss Hartick took it to be enthusiasm for the work. It was a funny situation. Not even Shelly could think for a moment that it was important for her to interview naked athletes as much as possible. But Miss Hartick did. That made it so much better. Shelly had loved forcing Kent to bare himself. She would love doing that again if she could. Miss Hartick wasn't doing this for the nudity though. She really was crusading for girls' rights. That meant that Shelly wasn't just making the boys do what she wanted. She was taking advantage of the situation. It was the rules that forced the boys to give her a show, and those rules were there for a reason even if it was a stupid one. If Shelly had just created this situation, then it would be a power trip. That would have been nice, but this was even better. This wasn't about her being able to do as she pleased. This was about the boys having their privacy invaded whether they liked it or not. This was about them having no choice. Her next victim, er subject that is, was Philip. He was the shortstop and he was great. Shelly really did love watching the sport. She loved the skill and the prowess. And after watching sexy Philip move with that grace and speed, she would get to see him dishabille. In the locker room, she strutted along with Miss Hartick behind her. At a certain row of lockers she spotted Philip, already stripped down to his jock strap. Between her and him were some other boys who had been undressing. Seeing Shelly, they all panicked. Greg was the only one totally naked, so he spun around to keep Shelly from seeing his goods. There was that fabulous butt of his though. On impulse, Shelly gave it a little pat. "Hey!" Greg spun back around with his hands over his crotch. "Miss Hartick, she touched me!" "I saw, Greg. Calm down." "Calm down! She put her hand on my butt!" "Greg, I told Kent what I'll tell you. You need to act like you're completely comfortable with Shelly here, because you should be. So move your hands." He stared at her. She meant it. All she had to do was give him that look. He already knew what the situation was. If they didn't go along with this craziness, they might be kicked off the team. With shaky fingers, he let his arms drop, baring his privates to Shelly and Miss Hartick. Shelly was already looking him over, especially his penis. He felt completely humiliated, being forced to do this right after what Shelly had done. "Miss Hartick, she put her hand on me." "Oh, she didn't hurt you, Greg. She's just trying to keep things casual, as they should be." "What?" "Not another word. Shelly, are you ready to talk to Philip?" Philip's shoulders sagged. He was next. He was already fuming, and it showed in his face. Shelly walked up and shook his hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Thanks for the time, Philip. You're already doing good out there." "Yeah. Thanks." Miss Hartick interrupted before they could get started. "Now hold on a moment. Philip, what were you doing before we came in?" "Huhn?" "You were obviously undressing." "Well, yeah." "So get on with it." "Excuse me?" "Philip, Shelly has really put herself to the task of breaking down some barriers here at Prellis High. You're going to help her with that. You wouldn't be shy around a reporter who was a boy. You shouldn't be just because she's a girl. Down here she's just a reporter for the school paper. So act like it's no big deal and do what you ordinarily would." "Miss Hartick!" "Get that underwear off!" He wanted to say that he wouldn't have done that even if Shelly hadn't been a girl, but he could already tell that it wouldn't do any good. Shelly was thrilled. This was better than she expected. When she saw that Philip still had his jock strap on, she didn't think she'd get to see him naked. She had no idea that Miss Hartick was actually going to order him to strip for her! This was better than she could have hoped for! A moment ago Philip was upset, but proud. Now he was suddenly shy and speechless as he peeled away the last of his dignity. She said, "I know it's only the second practice, but does it seem that the team is coming together yet?" Philip's voice shook as he answered. He had to stand there, penis bare for this girl. "Uh, y-yeah. I think things are, are going g-great." He felt a flush of heat. He had never been more embarrassed in his life. He reflexively put his hands over his pride and joy, but he shot a look over at Miss Hartick. It wasn't a good idea to preserve his modesty at all. So he let them look. He was forced to do it, and it was clear they were both enjoying the sight. As Shelly kept up the interview, she shot a glance over at Miss Hartick. That serious, strong woman was staring right at this high school boy's embarrassed dick! She might have been there for the idealism of it, but she also loved the flesh. How could she help that though? Philip was good looking, well built and now that she could see his tool, she knew he was well equipped. His wasn't as big as Kent's but it was every bit as easy on the eye. And it was already growing! Philip's face and his body language showed just how shocked he was to be forced into this. His penis, however, gave the most positive reaction. Shelly couldn't help giggling a little when it reached half mast. Philip shot her an enraged look, but that was all he could do. His voice broke more and more as he rose up. He even had some twitches and shivers of embarrassment. Bad enough to be forced to strip naked for this girl. She was going to get to see him at his stiffest! Another question and he was there, so erect that it almost hurt. Shelly let out a sigh of contentment. Even Miss Hartick did nothing to hide her smile. Philip's shoulders slumped, but his penis kept up its perfect posture. "You really do keep in shape, Philip," Shelly said. "Could you let me have a better look at that physique? I'd love to write about it. Turn around?" Philip looked to Miss Hartick. Surely she wasn't going to let his happen. She was. Miss Hartick took Shelly's comments at face value. So he turned to let them see his nakedness from the other side. He would have been grateful to hide his erection if it hadn't meant capitulating to Shelly's to lust. It was worse than that, even. Emboldened by the earlier moment, Shelly gave Philip's butt a quick squeeze. "Great muscle tone." "You--!" He didn't finish his thought. He just turned back around obediently when she asked him to. After several more questions, it was over. Shelly shook his hand. She said to him with a terrible smile, "Thanks for trying to be comfortable, Philip. It really means a lot to me to see your DEDICATION." Shelly was in heaven. She had no idea she could get away with that much. She was always careful to thank Miss Hartick for the opportunity. How even Miss Hartick could rationalize this was beyond Shelly, but she was going to take advantage of it as much as she could. She wasn't going to miss a single practice. Which buff baseball boy would she pick next to be her unwilling eye candy?