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 "Miss Hartick?"

   "Hello, Shelly.  Are you planning another interview today?"

   "Like I said, I want as many as I can get.  If you've got time to go
with me."

   "Of course." Whatever it was Miss Hartick had been working on, it wasn't
as important as this.  She was more than happy to set it aside to help
Shelly get into the locker room.  "Last time I told you that I might need
to find another escort for you, in case I ever do get to busy."

   "Right."

   "So we'll have to make a quick detour to Miss Devasquez's room.  I spoke
to her about it a little while ago.  We'll bring her along so that you have
someone else to go to if you need the help."

   "Sure." Shelly wasn't sure at all.  Miss Hartick would let her get away
with anything.  Would another `escort' be that helpful?

   Miss Devasquez was an English teacher fresh out of college.  She was
young and pretty, which is something Shelly wouldn't have cared about at
all if it weren't for the fact that she knew it would help stiffen up any
boy she interviewed.  Shelly didn't say a word.  Miss Hartick only had to
say, "Miss Devasquez?  Are you ready to come along with us?"

   "Certainly.  Hello, Shelly."

   "Hello," Shelly said.  She was nervous again.  It was a delightful
nervous since she knew that she was going to be treated to the sight of
naked athletes again.

   As they walked, Miss Devasquez said to Miss Hartick, "You really didn't
tell me what you needed me for.  I know that there's never been a female
sports reporter here at Prellis High, but why the need for an escort?"

   "It's just to make sure that Shelly can do her job effectively.  If I
hadn't been along, the boys wouldn't have been cooperative at all."

   "Really?  Why would that be?" Then they were at the door that should
have separated them from a private world.  Miss Devasquez saw Miss Hartick
push the door open like it was the most natural thing to do.  She had to
ask, "We're not going in there?"

   "But of course we are.  That's where the boys are."

   Miss Devasquez was shocked, but she managed to keep her voice level. 
Her eyes were certainly wide though.  "But this is the boys' locker room.
You're not telling me that you're going to bring this girl in there?"

   "Miss Devasquez, what's wrong with you?  I'm not taking her on a field
trip.  I'm helping her to do her job as a reporter.  This is why we come
along.  You can imagine how the boys might behave if Shelly came her alone.
Young boys are terribly sexist."

   "They're sexist?  You're going to watch them undress, and you think
they're sexist?"

   Miss Hartick shook her head at Miss Devasquez's naivete and she strode
right in to the locker room with Shelly behind her.  Miss Devasquez was
still too stunned to argue, so she followed as well.  She had no idea what
was about to happen.  She expected Miss Hartick to announce herself, but
she didn't.  The boys had no warning.  Surely the boys knew that they were
coming though.  They had to have some advance notice.  Miss Hartick
wouldn't just walk right in on them would she?  Surely not, especially with
a female student along.

   Miss Devasquez stopped suddenly at the sight.  There was the boys'
baseball team in the midst of changing.  They were right there half
dressed, nearly naked and some were completely naked!  And they were
walking right in like it was expected!  One of the boys wailed, "Oh no, not
again!"

   Miss Devasquez realized that she was staring at the boys, so she quickly
caught up with the other ladies.  She tried to avert her eyes.  The boys
looked so completely abashed and embarrassed.  How could this be happening?

   Miss Hartick stopped short.  "Ron and Ted!  Just what are you doing?"

   They were cowering behind some open locker doors, and Miss Devasquez
could see why.  The poor things had nothing on!  They were standing there
stark naked with two women and one of their fellow students right there. 
The boys sort of fumbled over their words.  They couldn't even manage to
look in the direction of the three females in the room.  Miss Hartick
sounded like the authority she was.  "You boys know better than that, don't
you?  We've been down here twice already.  I don't want to have to say it
every time.  You will not disrespect this girl by making her feel unwanted
or uncomfortable.  You are to treat her with the respect she deserves.  She
is a reporter, and you will be completely at ease while she is here.  Do I
make myself clear?"

   The boys both said, "Yes, Miss Hartick."

   "What are you waiting for?  Stop hiding like that.  You don't have to
hide yourself from us like that."

   The boys very, very reluctantly stepped out and started to walk away. 
Miss Hartick wasn't having that.  "Wait one moment, you two.  Don't just
stop.  Pay attention.  That means turn around.  NOW!"

   Miss Devasquez's eyes were wide open.  She almost thought she was
dreaming.  This was really happening though.  For Ron and Ted, it wasn't
enough to have to pretend everything was normal.  Miss Hartick was making
them stand there right were they could be seen.  Miss Devasquez wasn't
surprised at all to see Shelly's eager young eyes move over those fit,
naked bodies.  Both of the boys moved their hands like they wanted to
cover, but they didn't.  They just stood there with their boyhoods on
display, blushing furiously.  Miss Devasquez felt so bad for them.  This
was clearly a humiliating experience for them both.  She was so shocked
that she didn't even realize that she could look away.  Instead she just
kept staring at these two bare boys.  Miss Hartick was much more even toned
now that the boys were behaving.  She told them, "Don't you think you owe
Shelly an apology?"

   Ted muttered something, but Ron's voice was clear.  "Yes, Miss Hartick."

   "So say it."

   The boys forced themselves to look at Shelly while she beamed at them.
They could hardly get out the words.  "Sorry, Shelly." "Yeah, I'm sorry."

   They weren't quite off the hook.  Miss Hartick said, "What are you sorry
for?"

   Ron stared at the floor.  Ted looked angry for a moment, but they both
surrendered.  Ted spoke first.  "I'm sorry that we disrespected you
Shelly." Ron added, "We should have acted naturally.  It doesn't bother us
at all..." He had to force out the next words one by one.  "It doesn't
bother us for you to be here."

   Shelly couldn't help rubbing it in.  "Not even while you're naked?"

   Miss Devasquez hadn't thought she could more amazed.  Shelly was not
only getting away with this, she was being encouraged!  And the boys'
embarrassment was only getting worse with their natural physical reaction.
Three pretty women staring at them had started to raise their morale, so to
speak.  Ron's dick had barely started to lift, but it was evident all the
same.  Ted's was halfway up, pointing right at them women.  Ted had to get
away fast, so he blurted it out, "Being naked in front of you doesn't
bother us at all.  Can I go shower now?"

   Miss Hartick would have liked a bit more genuine courtesy in that, but
she waved him on.  The two boys quickly turned and walked away.  Miss
Devasquez finally had a hold of herself.  She realized fully that she was
watching two fine bare asses walk away, but she couldn't turn from the
sight.  In spite of herself she wished she could follow them to watch them
as they showered.

   None of the other boys had moved at all during Ron and Ted's
embarrassment.  They all knew that Shelly could come and go as she pleased,
but they just couldn't get used to this idea.  Seeing it happen to other
boys like that only told them that they could be next.  Shelly walked along
confidently.  When she came near Kent who was almost naked, she gave a
quick squeeze to his butt.  Miss Devasquez started, "Shelly!"

   Everything stopped.  Shelly glanced over at Miss Hartick.  As expected,
her benefactor was unmoved by Kent's discomposure.  Kent saw that look in
Miss Hartick's eye, so he said what he had to.  Through gritted teeth, he
told Miss Devasquez, "It's all right.  She's only keeping things casual."

   Miss Devasquez looked at Miss Hartick.  It was clear that she approved
of both Shelly's actions and Philip's answer.  How far could this go?

   Shelly just moved along until she got to Mark.  "Here he is," She said
happily.  Mark's shoulders fell when he realized that he had been chosen
for the next interview.  All had on at that moment was his jock strap and
his jersey which was unbuttoned.  Miss Devasquez was horrified that he
would be singled out while half dressed.  She was also enticed by that
athletic body.  She couldn't help it.  He was so good looking, and the
space between the sides of his shirt showed a very fit body, great abs and
pecs.  Mark looked at Shelly and he wished he hadn't.  She was smiling
already.  He asked Miss Hartick, "Do I - Do I have to..."

   For a moment Miss Hartick wasn't sure what he was asking.  Then it
occurred to her.  She spoke like she was talking down to him, like it was
ridiculous for him to even ask.  "Don't be nervous, Mark.  No one here will
even notice." He didn't move right away.  She had to urge him on with a
little wave.  "Get on with it.  You were undressing when we got here."

   He blushed instantly as he started to slowly peel off his jersey.  Miss
Devasquez's jaw dropped for two reasons.  He was such a gorgeous sight, but
she was shocked yet again.  What was Miss Hartick thinking?

   Shelly started the interview as her lusty eyes took in the slow strip
off.  "I've noticed that you seem more confident at bat this year."

   Mark was undressing as slowly as he possibly could.  He heard an
impatient sigh from Miss Hartick, but she said nothing, so he barely had
one arm out of his jersey when he answered, "Well, we haven't been in any
games yet, but I've been hard at work since last season."

   He was stripped to his underwear, nearly naked.  Miss Hartick was
starting to look satisfied with his obedience.  Shelly had that evil half
smile as she looked him over.  He glanced at Miss Devasquez.  She was
clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation, but she wasn't looking
away. Mark really hoped she would say something to stop this.

   "Mark?" Shelly said.

   "Yeah?"

   "I asked about curve balls.  You had a hard time hitting them last year.
Do you think you've improved enough to make a difference?"

   "Uh, uh, yeah.  I guess so." He kept stammering, trying to answer the
question.  It was so hard to do.  If he didn't start stripping off his
underwear, he knew he would be in trouble.  Somehow he managed to keep his
mind focused on his words as he started peeling off the last thing between
him and total humiliation.

   Miss Devasquez's eyes were huge.  This was really happening!  Miss
Hartick was forcing this boy to strip totally naked right in front of them
all!  Her head twitched as she tried to look away.  Then Mark stood back
up, fully nude.  She could see everything!  He was a fabulous specimen. 
She realized that she should look away from him, but that was easier said
than done.  Instead of continuing to stare at his dick, she looked up.  She
could see the shame on his face as he kept trying to keep up the interview.
He was constantly stumbling over his words.  He made eye contact with
Shelly while she asked a question.  Then, when he needed to answer, the
girl's eyes roamed down to his privates.  He followed that look, staring
down at himself.  All he could out was the words, "That's up to the team."
He glanced over at Miss Hartick.  Both he and Miss Devasquez were surprised
to see that stern woman's eyes moving over his nakedness.  He looked over
at Miss Devasquez.  She tried to give him an encouraging smile.  Her eyes
flicked down to his goods.  She didn't mean to do it, but it happened. 
Mark's hands instinctively moved to cover his pride and joy.

   Miss Devasquez was ashamed of herself at that moment.  She saw Mark look
over at Miss Hartick.  All she had to do was shake her head slightly, and
his hands returned to his sides.  He shivered a moment as his penis
returned to view.

   Then something wonderful happened.  Just like the other boys Shelly had
interviewed, and just like Ron and Ted a moment ago, Mark started to erect.
Every female eye was on his slowly growing member.  His heart was in his
throat and his stomach sank.  He couldn't believe how embarrassing this
was. He had been undressed once before when Shelly had walked in, but then
she had moved right past with just a glance at him.  This time he was
forced to stand there on display, and the emotion brought his hormones into
effect.

   Strangely enough, this helped keep his voice level as Shelly asked a
couple more questions.  It was agonizing, feeling his dick rise up so
gradually.  "I won't worry about any games until it's game night," he said.
He was a bit more eloquent with this new, developing humiliation.

   He might have kept that up, sounding like he didn't care about his
exposure, but he snuck a peek at Miss Devasquez.  She had been trying so
hard to ignore how hard he was getting.  When he glanced at her, she just
couldn't keep eye contact.  She had to look away, and her reflexes forced
her eyes down to his penis again.  He was just barely below a halfway
raise. It almost looked like he might manage to keep it that low.  Seeing
sexy Miss Devasquez sneak another peek ended his willpower though.  The
moment he saw her look down, he lost all control.  In a moment he erected
completely.  In spite of herself, Miss Devasquez giggled.  Mark covered his
rod as best as he could for a moment, then he remembered that he wasn't
allowed to do that.  He moved his hands away again, allowing the ladies to
stare at his totally stiff testament to teenage urges.

   He stayed like that for the rest of the interview.  Shelly's voice
remained calm and even for Miss Hartick's benefit.  She was great at
pretending that her position as reporter was more important to her than
that magnificent penis's position.  Mark kept stumbling over his words.  He
couldn't keep the stutter out of his voice or the blush off his face any
more than he could keep the happy female eyes off of his manhood.

   Over the loudspeaker the school secretary said, "Miss Hartick, please
report to your office."

   That stopped the dreamlike scenario for a moment.  Miss Hartick cursed.
"Darn it.  Um, Miss Devasquez, could you stay here with Shelly while I go
take care of this?  I've been expecting this call."

   Miss Devasquez stuttered now.  "Uh, uh, uh, you want me to stay here? 
In the locker room?  With Mark?"

   Miss Hartick didn't even understand the question.  She just took it as a
yes.  "Thanks." She strode off leaving a very happy young Shelly and a very
confused teacher.  The moment Miss Hartick was out of sight, Shelly started
in with her questions and her staring.

   Miss Devasquez couldn't really take it though.  "Shelly, I do have some
things to get to, so if you could hurry this along."

   Mark was grateful, but not as grateful as he would have been if Miss
Devasquez could only have kept her eyes off of his stiffy.  Shelly knew
that she had taken this about as far as she could, but there was one last
thing she couldn't resist.  With Miss Hartick gone and Miss Devasquez not
knowing just what was and wasn't expected, Shelly could try something she
had been aching to do.  She sidled up close to Mark.  "You have gotten in
to shape real well, haven't you Mark?  It's impressive." As she said this,
she put her hand on his shoulder, feeling the muscle there.  Her hand moved
down to get a grip on his bicep.  "Can you tell us how you keep in shape?"
Her hand moved down to his forearm, then it wandered over to his stiff
standing cock.  She gently wrapped her fingers around it for a moment while
Mark could only sputter.  Miss Devasquez's mouth dropped open.  Was this
part of "keeping it casual?" Was she supposed to say something or do
something?

   Shelly was smart enough to end the interview right there.  She didn't
wait for an answer.  She just said, "Never mind, Mark.  I guess you need
some secrets to keep your edge.  Thanks for the show!  You're gorgeous."
She walked away with Miss Devasquez following uncertainly.  On their way
out, Miss Devasquez saw Shelly grab one boy's butt and pinch another.

   Out of the locker room, she could finally catch her breath.  "Shelly,
can you come with me?  Just in here.  I need to sit down."

   Shelly barely contained a giggle.  "It does take a bit of effort to stay
on your feet during that kind of interview doesn't it?"

   Miss Devasquez finally managed to drop her awe.  "You think this is
funny?"

   "Well, it's not supposed to be funny." Shelly was suddenly worried. 
Miss Devasquez was serious.

   "That was terrible.  How can you live with yourself?"

   "Miss Devasquez, I'm just doing my job as the school sportswriter."

   "Don't pretend with me.  Miss Hartick is crazy or something.  I'm not.
There's no reason for this.  You're deliberately abusing your authority to
treat these boys like they're objects.  I think you even like their
embarrassment." Miss Devasquez shut her eyes and rubbed her temples while
she made her decision.  "Shelly, I want you to listen to me very
carefully."

   "O-okay."

   "What you and Miss Hartick are doing is wrong.  It's entirely wrong. 
Those boys deserve more respect than that, and you know it.  The way you
treat them is horrible.  This isn't some victory for young girls.  This is
just one perverted girl getting a peep show, and you know it.  But I want
you to know that you can count on me whenever you need an escort to the
boys' locker room."

   "Excuse me?"

   "Shelly, it was terrible, but it was wonderful!  Oh, Mark is such stud.
Tell me, do they always erect like that?"

   Shelly grinned from ear to ear.  Now she not only had authority to abuse
and rules to help, she had an accomplice.  "Well I've only been down there
two times before this, but they've all gotten hard after they've had to
show me their goods.  They're not enjoying it at all, so the embarrassment
must drive them upwards.  That's my favorite part."

   "Mm-hm.  Mine too.  Do you always get to touch them like that?"

   "Actually I hadn't done that before."

   "You sneaky little minx!  Oh, I envy you that.  Shelly, you have to
promise me one thing, don't interview Reggie unless I'm there to see it. 
Oh, I'd love that."

   "Sure thing, Miss Devasquez.  I promise.  It's good to have you on
board."