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 It was another practice day, another day to see another beautiful body, but
things weren't going the way they normally did.  When Shelly went to Miss
Hartick's office, Miss Hartick had dismissed her quickly.  She told Shelly
to go see Miss Devasquez instead because there were important things to
talk about.

   Shelly said, "Miss Devasquez?  Miss Hartick said that I was supposed to
come to your room.  She said you were supposed to talk to me about
something?"

   "Come on in.  Say hi to Mindy."

   "Hi, Mindy."

   "Hi."

   Shelly wasn't sure at all what was going on.  Mindy seemed
extraordinarily happy.  Miss Devasquez looked fairly serious.  "Am I in
some kind of trouble?"

   "Sit down, Shelly, please." Miss Devasquez gave the girl reporter a
strange look.  "Miss Hartick told me what happened when you interviewed
Tommy."

   "Oh.  Right.  I, uh, got a little carried away."

   "A little carried away?  You almost ruined the whole thing."

   "Uh, Miss Devasquez, should we be talking about this with Mindy here?"

   Mindy giggled.  She said, "I know all about your favorite past time. 
Miss Devasquez let me in on the big secret."

   Shelly asked Miss Devasquez, "Why would you do that?"

   "Worry more about the risks you've been taking.  Miss Hartick considered
replacing you as the school sports writer."

   "No!"

   "She considered it.  She didn't know what to do when you decided to give
Tommy's tommy a pet.  Fortunately for you, she came to me for advice."

   "So, I can still go to the locker room?"

   "More than that."

   "What do you mean more than that?"

   "What I explained to Miss Hartick in a nutshell was that you can't stop
being a girl.  She's decided that it's important to prove that you can do
your job and still be a girl.  You know the way she's always saying that
you're not a girl, you're a reporter?  That's over.  Now you can enjoy all
those naked interviews without pretending that it doesn't matter.  In fact,
and I'm quoting our crazy Vice Principal here, "I'm going to make sure
Shelly knows that if she wants to put her hands on an erection that she
can.""

   "Miss Hartick said THAT?"

   "Right here in this room.  You can thank me now."

   "Thank you!  Is it really okay for me to just - just - just -"

   "Manhandle the boys?  Or Womanhandle, I guess I should say.  Miss
Hartick is a bit confused about it all.  She's not sure just how far she'll
let you go.  You'll have to be careful.  You'll also have to do your job
very well if you expect to keep it.  If she doesn't think that being a
reporter is more important than seeing naked boys, then you'll have to find
another hobby.  So you'd better put together some convincing articles. 
Miss Hartick and I also decided that whoever takes you to the locker room
will set the limits.  You understand?"

   "You're going to tell me what I can get away with down there."

   "I will, or Miss Hartick will."

   "Or me," Mindy said excitedly.  "Miss Hartick has agreed to let me help
chaperone."

   Another one.  Shelly smiled, but she wasn't sure if she liked this.  She
loved embarrassing the boys, but they belonged to her.  She didn't want to
share them with too many women.  Then again, the more women who were in on
it, the easier a time they would have manipulating their crazy Vice
Principal.  At least she was in the company of women who wanted this as
much as she did.  "So what can I do, Miss Devasquez?  Are you going to look
the other way if I, ahem, take the bull by the horn?"

   "I can't do that."

   "Really?" Shelly said, downhearted.

   "I'm not going to look away.  I intend to watch.  But do me a favor and
make that part kind of quick.  I know it might sound silly, but I'd feel
too guilty to enjoy it if I let you just play with the boys."

   "Okay, Miss Devasquez." Shelly never felt guilty.  She supposed she
should be grateful to have as much leeway as she was getting.  "Are we
going now?"

   "Right now!" Mindy squealed.  She couldn't contain herself.  She had
been amazed at the sight of all those naked boys during detention.  Now she
could go and watch the whole team.  Mindy walked along at a very brisk
pace. Miss Devasquez and Shelly chuckled at how enthusiastic their newest
recruit was.

   Miss Devasquez headed down first.  The others were right behind her. 
There were groans from the boys, but they were quiet about it.  Miss
Devasquez had to make everything clear to them all.  "Boys, if I could have
your attention.  I'd like all of you here to listen please." She watched
them gather.  It was wonderful.  Two of the boys who had been changing were
all the way naked.  Well, Alex had his socks on.  The boys who had been in
the shower were made to come out to listen.  "You can get back to cleaning
in a moment.  This is important." That was six boys who had been in there.
Six boys now standing out in the locker room, dripping wet and stark naked.
Mindy was making little sounds of excitement.  She just couldn't contain
herself.  Miss Devasquez was about to make it even better though.  The nude
boys in the room were doing the predictable thing, covering their units
with their hands.  "Boys, you know I can't let you cover up like that. 
Hands at your sides." They did it and that was a lot of full exposure in
the room.  Mindy let out another muffled squeal now that she could see so
many dicks.  Miss Devasquez was more confident than ever now that she was
in complete control.  Her voice was completely arrogant and condescending.
She still felt that terrible guilt inside, but she also felt that wonderful
glow of lust.  So what if she knew was doing something terrible?  Wasn't it
worth it to see these handsome young men in all their glory?  "That's
better.  I know it must be difficult for you to surrender your modesty like
that, but it serves the greater good.  Just remember that your privacy
isn't as important as Shelly's career.  I'm sure you all understand.  I
want you to know how things are going to change though.  Miss Hartick has
told you over and over again that Shelly is not to be treated any
differently than a male reporter would be.  We've decided that's too much
to ask."

   She saw the look in their eyes.  The boys realized that since they were
made to stand there in the open that they weren't going to be completely
protected, but it sounded like maybe the women in charge were coming to
their senses.  Their hopes were shattered with Miss Hartick's next words.
Her voice just dripped with irony as she explained, "Shelly can't help that
she finds you all attractive.  That's not her fault.  We can't let that get
in the way of her reporting though, can we?  Boys?  I want you to answer
that?"

   Not quite half of them could be heard.  "No, Miss Devasquez."

   Miss Devasquez felt incredible.  This must be what it was like for Miss
Hartick all the time.  It was even better than the nudity.  Then she looked
across the half dressed and naked young men, and she knew how silly that
was.  Nothing was better than the nudity, especially since three of the
naked boys were sporting boners already.  "Shelly may be a reporter, but
she shouldn't have to give up being a girl for that, should she?" Again the
boys mumbled what they knew she wanted to hear.  She said, "So we're going
to expect you to show complete respect and decorum even if she decides to
indulge herself a little bit.  I know you're wondering what that means
exactly.  It means that while I'm chaperoning Shelly that she won't be
expected to restrain herself completely.  If she tried to do that, then she
would be too distracted to do her job.  So if she happens to touch you, I
expect you to grin and bear it.  However, I will set one important limit. I
won't let Shelly touch your penises while she is down here."

   For a moment the boys almost looked happy.  There was a lot of noise
from them.  That didn't last long.  Miss Devasquez said, "I wasn't
finished. I mean that I won't let her touch your penis unless you develop a
full erection." A chorus of groans replaced the happy murmurs.  Miss
Devasquez was loving this.  "So, if you really want to keep Shelly's hands
off your intimate areas, then all you have to do is exercise some
willpower. That shouldn't be too hard for you."

   The boys were mortified.  When was this going to end?  Would they ever
be shown any respect at all?  Would Miss Devasquez and Miss Hartick really
just let Shelly abuse them like that?  It seemed so.  Miss Devasquez asked
Shelly, "Okay, who are we interviewing today?"

   "How about Brian?"

   "No, no," Mindy said.  Brian had come out of the shower, and even though
he looked magnificent standing there with his staff halfway hard, Mindy
wanted the full experience.  "He's already naked.  Pick a boy that has to
take his clothes off."

   She wasn't even all that quiet.  The boys had heard every word.  These
three lusty eyed females were in a circle, mumbling.  One of the boys even
said, "Are you really just going to huddle up and pick one of us out?"

   Miss Devasquez should have felt too terrible to answer, but she grinned.
"That's the way it works now." She told Shelly, "I've got my rules though.
If you pick a boy who hasn't started undressing, then he'll get to keep his
clothes on."

   Several boys felt a wave of relief.  Shelly looked over them all.  Eight
of them were naked, so they wouldn't make Mindy happy enough.  Some were
still in uniform.  So her choice was limited.  "How about Peter?" All three
ladies turned to look at him.  He felt like he could just fade away right
then.  Funnily enough, it wasn't Peter who complained.  Zack couldn't take
it.  He said, "You can't just come down here like alley cats hunting mice!"

   Miss Devasquez's resolve almost broke in that moment.  She wasn't
certain she could handle his defiance.  It wasn't as though she were as
irresistible as Miss Hartick.  Besides, Zack was right about them.  Could
she really lead a group of women on a penis safari through a boy's locker
room?  She almost called it off right then.  She would have if she hadn't
looked Zack in the eye.  He had such beautiful, smoldering eyes, and a body
to match.  Now how could a red blooded woman leave that alone?  "Zack, that
will be a detention.  Tomorrow after school be in my room."

   He groaned, and so did several other boys.  Miss Devasquez knew she
would have trouble sleeping, but she decided to play with these mice a bit
more, like the alley cat she was.  "If two of your fellow players want to
stand up for you though, maybe tell me how much they agree with you, then I
might change my mind."

   Zack looked around the room.  No one said anything.  "Come on guys! 
Someone?" Nope, no one was joining him on that menu.  "Oh man."

   Mindy stared at sexy Zack.  He was still mostly dressed.  He only had a
few buttons undone.  "Maybe he should join the interview."

   Miss Devasquez shook her head.  For her this was a game, and it wouldn't
be any fun if she didn't play by her own rules.  "No, Mindy, we don't
interview boys as punishment.  We take this very seriously.  That's the
point.  Right Shelly?"

   "Uh, right, right." Darn.  She would have loved to interview two studs
at once.  Oh well.  Maybe next time.  She wouldn't even get to watch Zack
undress.  Miss Devasquez said, "Peter, come with us.  We don't want the
other naked boys to distract Shelly too much."

   "I'm sure I can deal with it!" Shelly said.

   "I'm sure she can too!" Mindy said.

   "Maybe next time," Miss Devasquez said.  She was enjoying that too. 
Shelly had always been in control.  Now it was her turn.  She knew that
Shelly wouldn't appreciate that, but that was kind of the point.  It may
have been Shelly's party, but Miss Devasquez was the founder of the feast.

   In a corner away from the other boys, the interview began.  He knew it
was useless, but he tried to get out of stripping.  "Since I'm not at my
locker, can I just keep these on?" He tugged at his pants when he said
that. He was already bare from the waist up.  The women were feasting on
the view of his athletic body already.

   Shelly looked at Miss Devasquez.  She would have been furious if that
teacher had let him off the hook.  She didn't have to worry though.  There
was no way Miss Devasquez was going to let her power trip go that far.  She
came down here to strip and shame one of these gorgeous guys, and that was
exactly what she was going to do.  "Sorry, Peter, I know how you boys want
to pretend that girls aren't important, but you're going learn how wrong
that is even if it means giving up every bit of pride and modesty you have.
No sexism will be tolerated at this school, so you're going to have to act
natural and get all your clothes off."

   Mindy couldn't help giggling.  Peter couldn't believe what he was
hearing.  He looked both confused and disgusted.  Mindy almost wanted to
leave, this was so wicked.  Then again she had more than a little bit of
wickedness to her too.  She told him, "Yeah, Peter, prove that respect us
and show us your dick."

   "Can she talk to me like that?"

   Miss Devasquez gave Mindy a little frown.  "Well, Peter, she should know
better, but that's why she's an aid and not a teacher yet.  I can't blame
her too much though.  It's hard to stay completely considerate to a half
dressed boy with abs like that." The others agreed.  "MMmm-hmm!" "Sexy!"

   Shelly started her questions.  "I've noticed that Coach Grady is running
a different set of drills now.  Does he have any specific concerns about
the team's ability?"

   Peter almost didn't hear her.  This was terrible.  They were just openly
abusing their authority this time.  What could he do about it though?  He
started undoing his pants.  He heard Mindy make another of her happy little
noises, so he started blushing already.  "He thinks that we need better
communication on the field."

   "What does that mean exactly?"

   Peter didn't know how to word it.  Bad enough that he was slipping his
pants off, he really didn't have an answer.  "I don't know.  I just do what
I'm told."

   "You sure do!" Mindy said.  "Oh, I love that!"

   He had his pants off.  He was a hot, blushing baseball player wearing
nothing but his socks and jock strap.  Miss Devasquez knew she had made the
right choice.  He was quiet, demure even, but he looked like he wished he
could be defiant.  And he had that body.  She said, "Shelly, I hate to
interrupt your interview so early in, but I do want to make a point here.
Peter, you're the first boy that we're using for this style of interview. I
mean, you're the first that we're just openly admitting that we want to
watch.  So I'm going to ask you to capitulate to that a little bit, all
right?"

   "Uh, no?"

   "That's the spirit!  I don't mind you admitting that you don't want to
do this as long as you let us have our fun.  It really is heart warming to
know that a boy can really accept female desires as a legitimate thing."

   "What?"

   Miss Devasquez said to Mindy, "Isn't that wonderful?"

   "Yes!  OooooH!"

   "What he's wearing, I mean.  The jock straps that these players wear. 
They cover up only that most essential bit, and nothing else.  It's great.
Peter, turn around and let us see that from behind."

   "What?" He did what she said though since Shelly gave his shoulder a
gentle push.  He had his back to them, but it didn't matter that he
couldn't see them.  They were there, staring at his body.  Mindy squealed
again.  "Oh, look at that butt!"

   "Can I continue the interview?" Shelly asked.

   "Go ahead."

   She started in on questions about team strategy that she knew Peter
would only fumble over.  He started to turn around once Shelly started
talking baseball again, but Miss Devasquez wouldn't let him.  "No, no, stay
like that a moment." She saw the horrified glance he threw over his
shoulder.  Mindy squeaked one more time, as she looked him over.  He had to
say, "Could you say that again, Shelly?  I missed it."

   "You don't miss much at practice though do you?  I'm really impressed
with how much you've improved in a short time."

   "Uh, thanks?  Can I turn back around now?"

   Miss Devasquez said, "Sure." But she took a quick grab of his butt
before he did.

   "HEY!" He couldn't believe that.  Shelly had been copping feels
regularly, but this was a teacher.  He turned around with a look of
embarrassed rage.  He was completely helpless and these women didn't care.
In fact, they enjoyed it.  Miss Devasquez gave him a happy look.  He
couldn't stay mad when it didn't matter.  He just turned nervous again as
he started to peel off his socks.  He tried to do it slowly.  He wanted to
get through the interview with some dignity intact.  He knew it wouldn't
happen.  He knew that they would make him strip all the way just so they
could get a look at him.  He couldn't help trying to stall to get out of it
though.

   Shelly kept up her questions like it was all that mattered.  When he
glanced at her, he saw her eyes moving up and down his body.  She almost
looked like it wasn't important that she could take advantage of him, and
in a strange way that only embarrassed him more.

   The moment came, and he ignored one of Shelly's questions.  He managed
to sound almost proud as he said to Miss Devasquez, "Look, I've done
everything right, haven't it?  So can I please keep this on?  Just this
time?  I really, really don't want to have to strip all the way."

   Miss Devasquez looked like she really might let him keep his underwear
on.  It was easy to pretend since she still felt that regret.  She couldn't
believe herself.  She would think so poorly of any other teacher who
behaved like this.  It wouldn't stop her though.  Right when she saw
Peter's relief, right when he thought he had made her listen, she said,
"Nope, get that off."

   He slumped pathetically.  He muttered something that the women couldn't
quite hear, but that only made them all chortle at him as he started
removing that last piece.  It was terrible.  He really felt like he wasn't
just stripping off his underwear.  He felt like he was removing his self
respect.  He stood up with everything on display.  Mindy couldn't contain
herself.  She was making those silly little high pitched sounds.  "He's
naked!  He's totally naked!" She tee heed and squirmed in delight.  "You're
naked, Peter.  I can see your penis."

   Peter went pale with horror.  It was the opposite of a blush, but it was
every bit as sweet.  He threw his hands over his goods.  He tried to ignore
Mindy's obnoxious girl sounds, but to do that he had focus somewhere else.
He looked at the others.  Miss Devasquez was quiet, but her eyes were wide
with wonder.  Shelly had that terrible half smile that the boys had all
come to dread.  She stepped to him, "Peter, you have to let us look.  It
shouldn't matter to you that we can see you naked." She gripped his wrists
gently and urged his hands away so that they could see it all again.  He
shuddered, and Shelly couldn't help a laugh.  Before she got back into
character, she ran her hand across his chest.  "Yes, yes, yes."

   The only thing that made Peter feel better at all was that he knew he
wasn't going to go stiff.  There was no way he could feel this way and
still harden up.  To make sure, he focused on his own humiliation.  He kept
looking from one happy female to the next, watching them watch him.  He
wasn't calm, but he sounded like he was as the interview continued.

   Shelly started to get frustrated.  She'd gone through four questions and
his rod hadn't so much as twitched.  His penis was magnificent, but it was
stubborn.  It was the first time she had encountered a penis that didn't
cry out for attention.  And today of all days!  "Looks like it's going to
be hands off this time," she muttered.

   Peter had thought she asked a question.  "What?"

   "I mean if you stay like that I only get to look." She saw something in
his eye then.  Hesitation.  She grinned again.  She knew how to get what
she wanted.  "You're really proving yourself, Peter.  If you get hard, then
I get a hand full." Yes!  He was starting to blush again.  "So keep
pointing to the floor." It was working!  He was starting to grow.  It was
just starting, but because he was trying so hard to avoid an erection, he
was going to have one!  It was like trying not to think of a specific
thing.

   Shelly almost couldn't hear her own question when she asked him about
his running speed.  She certainly couldn't hear his answer.  She said,
"Looks like you're getting there after all." She pointed to his dick when
she said that.  The ladies were enthralled as always.  This had been
suspenseful.  They almost thought he could escape without a stiffy.  He
kept rising though.  Mindy's sounds stopped in favor of awed silence.  Miss
Devasquez was the one who giggled when he rose above the halfway point.

   Peter looked in shock at his rebellious penis.  He stole a glance at
Shelly, and he saw her nod to his soldier.  It was funny because it bobbed
in place a moment like it was nodding back.  That got Shelly really
laughing at him.  She and the other women were always ready to giggle at a
naked boy, but this was the first time she had really let loose and just
laughed.  In reaction to that, his penis moved up a bit more.  Miss
Devasquez and Mindy couldn't help it.  They joined in the humor.  Peter
hadn't thought he could be more ashamed than he already had been, but now
he was standing there totally naked and more than halfway hard while three
women laughed at him.  He covered his face with his hands as his cock rose
all the way up.

   Shelly moved his hands again.  "Peter, the interview isn't over.  I'm
sorry I laughed at you.  Sincerely, I'm sorry." She really was sorry, and
they could all hear it.  She had never felt even a little bit of guilt
about any of this before, but this was a little bit different.  She really
felt some self recrimination for laughing at him like that.  It wasn't
enough to keep the smile off of her face.  It wasn't her sinister half
smile any more either.  She had a broad grin as she looked at him.  He
almost felt encouraged for a moment.  Then he felt her grab his rod.  "Oh!"

   She turned smug again.  "Oh that's right.  I can do this now." She moved
her hand down and up once before she let go and stepped back.  As though
that interlude hadn't meant anything, she started in on her questions
again. She wrote his answers on her notepad.  She kept that up another
minute or two.  Finally Peter's ordeal was over.  Shelly held out a hand
for him to shake.  He almost didn't, but what good would that do?  He shook
her hand and even said, "Thank you." in a quiet voice.  Predictably, Shelly
took another feel of his boner the moment she let go of his hand.  He
watched her stride away triumphantly.

   Miss Devasquez said, "Thanks, Peter.  You've really proved that this
team can take a girl seriously."

   Miss Devasquez was also walking away.  Before she followed, Mindy stood
right in front him, looked him over with elevator eyes, and then she took
herself a fast fondle of his extremely embarrassed erection.  With the
girls gone, Peter trudged to the showers.  His penis was finally starting
to sink again.  "About time," he told it, "couldn't you have done that
before?"