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 Shelly headed to Miss Hartick's office the next time she had the
opportunity to interview the team.  "Miss Hartick?  Oh hello, Miss
Devasquez."

   "Hello Shelly," Miss Devasquez said with a great big smile.

   Miss Hartick asked her, "Are you planning on another interview today?'

   "Certainly.  If the two of you can spare the time."

   Miss Hartick was all business.  "Well, I want to support your career,
Shelly, but I don't think you need to take up my time and the time of a
teacher.  I'll go.  Miss Devasquez, you don't have to worry about it this
time."

   For a moment Miss Devasquez was horrified.  She wanted so badly to go to
the boys' locker room again and see some naked boys.  What could she say
though?  She certainly couldn't tell Miss Hartick the real reason she
wanted to go.  There was a simple idea though, and it would even help feed
Miss Hartick's delusions.  Miss Devasquez told her, "Actually, I think I'd
like to accompany you this time.  I really wish you had told me what you
were planning the first time.  I wasn't expecting that.  It was a bit
awkward for me.  You understand."

   "I suppose I do.  I suppose I owe you an apology for springing it on you
that way.  I hadn't considered it from your point of view."

   Miss Devasquez nearly burst out laughing.  The only people Miss Hartick
owed an apology to were the unfortunate young men that she was intent on
humiliating.  If she could, Miss Devasquez would apologize to them.  It
made her feel so bad and so good at the same time, remembering Mark's naked
embarrassment.  She managed to keep a look of concern on her face though.
"I do want to help Shelly, of course.  It's important to advance girls'
rights in this school.  I just wasn't expecting all that.  It really would
help me to be more comfortable with the situation if I could go again today
now that I know where we're going."

   "All right then," Miss Hartick said.  "It's settled.  Let's all go and
visit the team." Miss Hartick set the pace, very steady and serious. 
Behind her, Shelly and Miss Devasquez could hardly contain themselves. 
They had to keep themselves from sprinting ahead.  Miss Hartick felt
nothing but pride as she opened the locker room door.  Shelly was glowing
inside.  Miss Devasquez was nearly trembling with excitement.  She had to
concentrate to keep from squirming.  But when they got in there, there was
nothing to see but a lot of boys in uniform.  They weren't undressing or
showering.  They were standing around lazily, all fully clothed.  Shelly
and Miss Devasquez were completely disappointed.  Miss Hartick wasn't
disappointed though.  She was disgusted.  "What is going on here?"

   Ron stepped forward.  This was his idea.  He couldn't keep a cocky grin
off his face.  "We knew that you'd be down here again, so we thought this
was more appropriate.  We'll undress after the interview."

   "Oh will you?" Miss Hartick said.  There was a glint in her eye.  She
had almost expected this.

   Ron started to feel uneasy right away.  He tried not to let that show
though.  "Well, it can't hurt for her to interview us in uniform, can it?"

   "And what difference would it make?" Miss Hartick said.

   "Well, you know, we were just thinking about how we'd be more
comfortable."

   Miss Hartick was furious.  "So you were only thinking of yourselves? 
Now why am I not surprised?  Just why would you be uncomfortable without
your uniforms?  What are you trying to tell me, that Shelly isn't like
other reporters?"

   "Well no, it's just that-"

   "How many times do I have to say it?  Shelly is a responsible reporter.
She's not here to cause you any discomfort.  She's here to do her job, and
you will not treat her any differently than you would anyone else.  Did you
really think that I was going to let this sexist protest happen?"

   "It, uh, sexist?" Ron didn't know what to say.  How could he argue with
Miss Hartick when she wasn't even making sense?

   "Sexist," Miss Hartick repeated.  "This is why I made certain to have
her chaperoned.  I knew that you boys couldn't handle it.  I knew that you
would mistreat her."

   "WE'RE mistreating HER?"

   "Do you have any idea how terrible she must feel now that she knows what
you boys really think of her?  Can you imagine how she must feel knowing
that you can't take her seriously?  You boys are going to learn that you
have nothing to hide.  You have no reason to be uncomfortable.  I realize
that in other circumstances that having a girl in here while you're naked
might be hard for you.  This is different though.  She's here in an
official position, a professional position, and you will act accordingly.
You are not going to make her uncomfortable by keeping your clothes on.  Do
you understand?"

   "Uh, I, uh, no?"

   "THAT DOES IT!" Miss Hartick knew that she had to take control of this
situation before it got out of hand.  "Ron, you and four other boys are
going to prove that you can handle this."

   "What?"

   "You, Ron, and you, and you, and you, and you, Greg.  Line up right here
along these lockers.  That's right.  Now, I want all of you to strip those
uniforms off.  Get down to your underwear, and stand there.  Stand there
proud and unconcerned.  I'd better not see any of you looking nervous."

   The boys fumbled around for a moment without doing much more than
undoing a couple buttons.  Miss Hartick shouted, "Now, gentlemen!"

   Ron started undressing, but he tried to talk his way out of it at the
same time.  "Miss Hartick, can't you respect our privacy?"

   "It's not as though I'm just bringing some girl down here to get a look
at you.  There's a purpose to this.  Stop dawdling and get those clothes
off.  You're not like girls.  Girls have body image issues and self esteem
problems.  You boys can handle this.  You really shouldn't let this bother
you."

   The boys managed to do as they were told.  All five of them stripped
down until they were nearly naked and blushing.  Shelly's eyes scanned
across their bodies.  Miss Devasquez did the same, staring at the toned
young men.  She didn't let morals interfere this time.  She couldn't help
feeling guilty, but they looked so good.  And in spite of herself she loved
their embarrassment.  It was great watching them fidget.

   Miss Hartick shook her head slowly.  She sounded so very condescending.
"Why are you all shuffling your feet like that?  Why can't you look us in
the eye?  Boys, I told you that I didn't want you to look nervous at all.
Why is this such a problem for you?  I guess you just aren't used to it
yet. I can understand that, but you're going to have to get used to it
because this is the way things are.  Now, I want you to get the last of
that off, and try to look like it doesn't bother you."

   The boys were stunned.  They knew this was going to happen, but they
still couldn't believe it.  They were being lined up, put on display and
made to strip naked!  A couple of them thought about just refusing, but
that would mean sacrificing their spot on the team.  It might not help
anyway.  You couldn't defy Miss Hartick.  She ruled the school.  None of
them had moved yet though.  Miss Hartick didn't have to say it.  She just
gave them all that famous, angry look.  The boys looked at the floor and
started to peel down their underwear ever so slowly.

   Miss Devasquez was beside herself.  Her pulse was racing so fast!  Five
hot young baseball players were going to have to stand there bare naked for
her!  The last time she was down here she wasn't able to truly enjoy it. 
This time she was smiling from ear to ear at the buffet of embarrassed
skin.

   When the boys looked at her they were all furious that she would enjoy
this so openly.  They expected that from Shelly, but not from a teacher. 
Speaking of Shelly, the boys also looked over at her.  She had that smug
half smile.  They were going to have to show her their bodies in the
altogether, and she didn't mind letting them know how much she wanted it.
She licked her lips as she stared.

   Miss Hartick said, "Get it over with, boys.  You're not getting out of
this." So it happened.  They all stripped it off.  The boys stood there
stark naked for three women.  Miss Hartick surveyed them seriously.  Shelly
and Miss Devasquez were grinning openly as they gazed over all the exposed
dick.  Only one of the boys managed to stand still.  The other four all
couldn't help their reaction.  They put their hands over their privates to
protect themselves.  Miss Hartick sighed.  "Now, we're not having any of
that.  Boys, you're just going to have to get past this silly shy attitude.
I understand how embarrassed you must be, but you've just got to deal with
it.  Move those hands and act proud."

   "But you're all just staring at us!" Kent said.

   "Well we can't help that," Miss Hartick said.  "We're only human.  We're
not here just to get a look at you though.  I would never take advantage of
you like that.  We're here for a reason.  So why don't you prove that you
can accept a female classmate as your equal and act like nothing's wrong?"
She had tried to be reasonable, but none of them moved.  So she became her
demanding self again.  "You're not going to embarrass Shelly like this! 
Move those hands, and let us see you naked!"

   That was, without a doubt, the strangest thing anyone had ever said to
any of them.  Still, they did as they were told.  They dropped their hands
and their pride, baring their goods to three admittedly interested pairs of
eyes.  To Shelly and Miss Devasquez it was like magic.  When they had come
down here, these five boys were proud athletes.  Now they were all blushing
and humiliated eye candy.

   The boys could have died of shame.  The only thing that made it bearable
at all was that they weren't alone.  At least they were part of a group of
boys who were being forced into this.  That was small comfort though,
considering that these women were looking back and forth, taking in every
detail.

   "See now?" Miss Hartick said.  "It's not nearly so bad as you thought."
Yes it was, but none of them could admit that.  It was only getting worse,
too.  All five boys felt a terrible sensation.  They were beginning to
stir. Ordinarily that felt so good, but now it would be terrible.  Miss
Hartick saw what was happening to the boys, but she wasn't about to let
them off the hook.  She looked to her protege.  "Now Shelly, are you
satisfied with the boys?"

   Shelly saw that it was in her hands now.  She could let these five go on
to the showers, or she could keep them here.  She wasn't about to miss the
chance to see which one would rise up first.  "I think so.  Can I ask you a
question?" she said to the embarrassed line up.  "Why don't you want me to
be the school's sports reporter?"

   Miss Devasquez chuckled.  She knew that Miss Hartick would actually
believe that was a real question.  What's more, she would demand an answer.
The boys didn't know what to say.  Ron managed to talk, but he could only
hope he was making sense.  "It's not that.  We just don't want you down
here in the locker room.  Can't you interview us on the field?"

   Shelly smiled broadly.  She wasn't smiling at his answer.  She was
smiling at his penis, halfway up.  The first time she saw him naked, he had
only started to lift. .  If she could keep him where he was, she might get
to see him rise up all the way.  Fortunately, she had easy answers.  All
she had to do was say what Miss Hartick wanted to hear.  "I'm doing it this
way to prove that a girl can be a sportswriter.  I can't do that if I let
you put any obstacles in my way.  MMmmmMm." She couldn't help that sound of
satisfaction.  Kent and David were both all the way there, fully erect and
nervous.

   Miss Devasquez had to help.  "You have to understand why she's doing
this.  I'm sure she doesn't even want to come down here.  But she has to
prove that she can.  Otherwise how would we know what she's accomplishing?"
Success, one more boy had arrived.  Greg was sporting a full boner, stiff
and wonderful.  The look in his eye was great.  It was like he was pleading
for them to look away.  The only reason the women did look away was to
stare at the remaining hold outs, to force them up.

   "She's right you know," Shelly said.  "I know I'm not supposed to be
down here.  Under any other circumstances, it would just make me a peeping
tom.  I'm as embarrassed as you are about your nudity.  I really am.  I
don't want to force you to do this.  But if I don't, then I give up on my
dream of reporting.  I don't have any more choice than you do." The smile
and the stare and the horrible lies had finished the job.  The boys felt
completely used, hearing her throw out her rationalizations.  None of them
could resist their embarrassment.  Every one of them gotten fully hard and
risen up for their audience.

   The ladies surveyed that land of erection happily.  Five bare naked boys
were at full mast just because they had been forced to strip.  Even Miss
Hartick felt like she would melt from her urges.  She couldn't keep the
lusty flush from her face, but she did manage to sound like she was
unconcerned.  "You see boys, no one wants you to feel bad about this. 
Shelly truly respects every one of you.  That's why it's so important for
me to see to it that you respect her.  And you've done very well today.  I
will tell you though that I think it's pretty evident that you aren't as
embarrassed as you pretend to be.  If you were, then you wouldn't react
like that." She gestured toward their hard ons as she said that.

   Miss Devasquez and Shelly both nearly burst out laughing.  Miss Hartick
really thought the boys' natural reaction meant that they weren't bothered.
Shelly and Miss Devasquez knew better.  They knew that these erections
weren't because the boys didn't mind.  They were the result of sheer
embarrassment, and that only made it that much better.  Miss Devasquez
wasn't sure how long Miss Hartick was going to make them stand there
though. She hadn't dismissed them yet.  Not a word had been said for a few
minutes as the boys stayed there, stiff.  Miss Devasquez might have been
enjoying the sight, but she had some kind of conscience, even if she
wouldn't let it bother her too much.  She said, "All right boys, you can
go."

   Miss Hartick asked her, "Are you getting over your reservations yet?"

   "Oh yes.  Most definitely.  Hearing the way Shelly talks about all this,
now I know we're doing the right thing." She kept a straight face, though
she wondered how.  "Shelly, who did you have in mind for today's
interview?"

   Shelly sighed as she looked around.  She hadn't said who she wanted to
talk to, so she could decide now.  The boys hadn't made that easy for her
since they were all still dressed.  Oh, but dreamy Steve was over there,
trying to keep from being noticed!  "There he is.  Steve!" She got her
notebook ready and walked over past all the boys who looked relieved that
it wasn't their turn to put on a show.

   Miss Hartick stopped and demanded, "What are the rest of you waiting
for?" With a few grumbles, the other boys all started to get on with it. 
Shelly got to Steve, and he tried to relax.  Shelly looked him over from
top to bottom before she said, "I know that you haven't started undressing
yet, but considering everything."

   He had looked like he thought he was safe.  After all, Miss Hartick's
excuse for demanding a boy's clothes to come off had been because he had
already started undressing.  This time Steve was fully dressed.  It didn't
matter though.  Miss Hartick told him, "Steve, Shelly's right.  Maybe you
were a part of this silly protest, and maybe you weren't, but I'm afraid
I'm going to have to insist that you prove it."

   "Prove it?"

   "I want you to act natural."

   He took a second.  "You mean you want me to strip?"

   "Well there's no need to be vulgar about it.  Just pretend that it
doesn't matter.  Because it doesn't."

   Steve looked at Shelly.  He knew that if she said so that Miss Hartick
would let it slide.  Of course Shelly wasn't about to let him go.  She had
him where she wanted him.  They had dated briefly, and he had broken it
off. Now she was going to get to see his dick.  He looked around, hoping
that Miss Devasquez might say something.  Of course she was waiting the
same way Shelly was, with a big smile.  So, in spite of himself, he started
unbuttoning.  "You know, I'll do what I'm told, but this is really stupid."

   Miss Hartick would probably have started in lecturing him, but Shelly
decided to start the interview instead.  "I hate to say it, Steve, but of
all the outfielders, your performance is the most disappointing this year."

   "You really care what happens on the field?  I thought you only cared
what happens in the locker room."

   Miss Hartick said, "That's enough of that, young man.  In fact, that
will be a detention, tomorrow after school."

   "Detention because I don't want to take my clothes off?" Ironically, his
jersey was coming off as he said that.  Miss Devasquez's eyes lit up seeing
the young muscle there.

   "That's right," Miss Hartick said.  "If you would only let yourself get
past it, you could cooperate with Shelly.  You're only proving my point. 
You and Ron will both have special detentions, along with anyone else who
helped arrange this little protest."

   "Great.  Okay.  Sorry, Shelly."

   "Never mind, Steve.  Just tell me how you plan to improve."

   He went on about baseball as the rest of his clothes came off.  Piece by
piece he became more and more exposed as the three women enjoyed the
reluctant strip show.  All he had left was his jock strap, but he just
couldn't bring himself to remove it.  He tried, but he couldn't.  Shelly
asked a couple of questions that he answered, and answered well, but his
underwear stayed on.  Shelly saw that Miss Hartick was about to complain
again, but that wasn't necessary.  Shelly eagerly told him, "I can see
you're having a little trouble with the modesty issue.  I'll help you get
that off."

   "What?  Wait!  SHELLY!  Don't!" She had crouched down and started to
pull off his underwear.  He looked around with panic.  Until now he had
managed to act irritated instead of embarrassed, but it was all an act.  He
couldn't keep it up now.  But surely not even Miss Hartick was going to let
Shelly do this!  He saw the look in her eyes though.  Miss Hartick was
staring at his crotch with anticipation.  Shelly was right there next to
his package.  She hesitated the moment it was revealed.  She had a good
close up view, and it was magnificent.  Steve threw his hands over himself.
Shelly giggled at that as she kept pulling down the last of his clothing.
After he had stepped out, he was one naked baseballer, hiding his equipment
behind his hands.  He stepped back and actually danced in place a moment.
"Oh Oh OH!" He was cowering in a corner, completely panicked.

   Shelly stood and twirled his underwear triumphantly around one finger.
"Steve, come on now, don't be like that."

   "Don't be like that?  Are you serious?"

   Shelly took the chance to do what Miss Hartick usually did.  She told
him, "Move your hands, Steve and let us see what you look like."

   "You can't just say that.  You're supposed to be interviewing me, not
checking me out!"

   "I'm not checking you out.  Not on purpose anyway.  But I can't
interview you if you let yourself be distracted like that.  Come on, it's
just your penis.  It's no big deal."

   "Miss Hartick," he said, but he saw that look.  There was no escape.  It
didn't matter how blatant Shelly abused her position, Miss Hartick just
wouldn't see it.  So he swallowed his pride and he forced his hands to his
sides.  He stood in a wonderfully awkward way.  The women all looked down
and up and down and up and down again.

   Shelly knew she had to act professional, but she couldn't help herself.
"I said it wasn't a big deal, but I was wrong.  It is pretty big." She
hoped that Miss Hartick would consider that part of `keeping it casual'. 
To make sure Steve wouldn't have time to complain, she launched back into
her job.  "So Steve, all else aside, your batting is amazing.  Is that why
Coach Grady want you on the team?"

   "The Coach.  You'll have to ask him.  What was the question?"

   "Are you all right, Steve?"

   "I don't know?  Can you all just stop staring?  Please?"

   Miss Devasquez said, "Relax, Steve.  You've got nothing to be
embarrassed about.  You look great."

   "What did you say?" He looked at Miss Hartick, the one who wanted this
to be legitimate.  She could only nod in agreement.  There was no way she
could get a look at this hunk without loving it.  It wasn't her fault that
he looked so good or that he had to get naked or that she was there to see
it.  After all, if the boys could only have been trusted to do this right
without supervision, then only Shelly would have to be there.  Steve's wide
eyes looked back and forth at all the greedy women taking in the sight of
his nakedness.  He groaned, "Oh no." It was happening to him too!  He had
seen what happened to the other boys, but he knew that it couldn't happen
to him.  He knew that he would end up naked in front of his ex girlfriend
and the teachers, but he didn't think would get a hard on.  How could this
happen?  He wasn't turned on.  He was mortified.  Apparently no one told
his penis.  It seemed to enjoy the attention.  It even lifted in a way that
looked like it was making eye contact with Shelly.  It rose up, pointing
just a bit off center, right at her.  She couldn't help a little laugh. 
Then she said, "You must be pleased with your batting.  The pitchers can't
seem to get anything past you."

   "What?  I'm sorry Shelly, what did you ask?  Can you look the other
way?"

   He was three quarters of the way there.  His dick sort of wobbled in
place as it stalled several moments.  She said, "God you're cute.  Your
batting though.  That's what I asked you about.  You can hit anything."

   "Th-th-thanks.  Uh, I just don't know what to say."

   "I guess there isn't much to say." She was so happy.  There he was, buck
naked and now completely hard for her.  His eyes were shut tight as though
he thought that if he couldn't see them that they couldn't see him.  Shelly
could see him though.  He was a monument.  He was a work of art.  He was a
humiliated miracle.

   Miss Hartick really didn't want to break away from this, but she said,
"I think I'd better have a talk with a few of those other boys while
they're still here.  I want to know who's idea that not naked protest was."

   "We can handle it from here," Miss Devasquez said.  She was certain that
Shelly would love to do the handling, and that would be a lot of fun.

   Shelly made sure to ask another question as Miss Hartick was walking
away.  "Do you think you'll do as well at bat in a real game?"

   "Sure.  Yes.  Can I go now?"

   "Almost.  Just let me have a look at that arm." She did it like she had
before.  She put her hand on his body, starting with his chest.  He felt
warm and tingly where she touched him, even though he would rather have
felt nothing.  She complimented him and even kept up the interview as her
hand traveled to his shoulder, his tricep and bicep, his abs, then down to
his dick where she took a quick stroke up and down.  He had broken up with
her before they had ever gotten very far, but now she had seen him naked
and touched him where no other girl ever had.  She let him see the smug
look in her eye before she left.  "Thanks, Steve.  For everything."