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 Would it ever end?  The boys were horrified when Miss Hartick brought
Shelly back into the locker room.  She heard a few moans and whines from
the boys.  She loved it.  They belonged to her.  They weren't boys.  They
were just toys, toys waiting to be stripped naked.  She had been there six
times already, but they hated it as much as they hated it the first time.
They just weren't as surprised was all.  Shelly grinned at them.  If even
one boy had smiled back like he didn't care, then it might have ruined her
whole day.  That didn't happen though.  They wore their scorn openly. 
Shelly chuckled to herself.  Hell might have no fury like a woman scorned,
but Shelly didn't have fury at all.  All she had was lust.

   When Miss Devasquez had explained the situation to the boys the first
time, it hadn't been enough.  Miss Hartick was going to have to lay down
the law.  When she set the rules, then no one would defy them.  And Miss
Hartick loved that.  She also lusted after the boys, so she was happy that
she could finally admit it.  For her though, it still wasn't about
stripping the boys or even embarrassing them.  "Now cut out that muttering,
boys.  I want you all to stop and listen.  Are you all here?"

   "Yes, Miss Hartick."

   Shelly said, "No one's in the showers?"

   "We just got down here."

   Shelly didn't mind that.  It would have been nice to force some naked
boys out of the water to stand there for her, but this was good too.  No
matter who she chose, they would have to take something off.  There were
boys without shirts.  There were boys in just their jock straps.  None of
them were naked though.  Not yet.  She was going to change that.  Because
she could.  Every time she thought about it she was just floating with
excitement.  She had her pick of the hunky boys, and there was nothing they
could do about it.  She was looking around casually to make her selection.

   Miss Hartick started.  "Boys, I know that Miss Devasquez explained all
this the last time, but I want to make sure that you all understand.  When
she was explaining the rules, she was speaking for me.  You all know that I
was the one who encouraged Shelly to become our sports writer.  When I
brought her down here, I thought that you would be courteous, respectful. I
knew it might take a little getting used to, but I thought that you took
yourselves and your sports seriously enough for this.  I can't believe how
wrong I was.  But it's partly my own fault.  Yes, I mean that.  I just
wasn't giving Shelly nearly enough leeway to enjoy the fringe benefits of
her position.  I really expected her to set aside her femininity.  That was
wrong of me.  That's not fair to her.  That's not fair to you.  I apologize
to you all for trying to convince you that Shelly didn't want to see you
naked.  It's no wonder you couldn't accept her like that.  So things will
be different now.  From now on, Shelly will be both expected and encouraged
to enjoy her visits to the locker room.  I know that in the past this has
been your territory, and no girl would ever be allowed in here.  There are
reasons for that, but no reason is good enough to keep a girl from pursuing
her goals.  We're going to have to be realistic though.  Shelly can't very
well walk through a room full of boys who are half naked or fully naked
without enjoying it.  That's just ridiculous.  So she is going to ogle you,
and you are going to accept that.  Understand?"

   The boys all murmured, but it was hard to tell what they were saying. 
Miss Hartick let that slide for the moment because she wanted to make it
all clear.  "From now on, when you are being interviewed, you will be
expected to strip nude.  Shelly will be expected to enjoy the show.  That
will keep her focused on her job.  In fact, to keep her from being too
distracted by your bodies, I will allow her much more liberty to put her
hands on you.  I know that some of you are uncomfortable with that, but
you'll have to learn to live with it.  It's only fair to her.  Right?"

   Again the boys couldn't be heard.  Miss Hartick expected this.  She had
tried to give them the chance to be gentlemen.  She wanted to give them the
chance to do this for the school's girls willingly.  She didn't think they
would.  They were just too set in their old fashioned, sexist ideas.  Well,
they were going to grow into responsible, unprejudiced young men no matter
what she had to do.  "Let me be clear.  A girl has hormones, just like you
boys do.  She has urges.  That's what makes her a woman.  She can't be
expected to give that up, can she?  So you will surrender your bodies to
her urges as much as is necessary so that she can do her reporting.  It's
only fair to her, right?" They didn't answer.  So, she quieted down a bit
and asked, "Maybe you think I'm asking too much.  Give me a show of hands.
How many of you think I'm being unfair to you?"

   It took a few seconds, but the boys responded.  Almost every one of them
had a hand up.  Shelly noticed that sexy Zack kept his hands down.  She
wondered what Miss Devasquez did to him.  He was one of only a few boys who
weren't admitting that the new policy was unfair.

   Miss Hartick looked around at all the young men who were showing their
dissent.  "I see.  Almost all of you.  Don't you see how that proves my
point?  If so many of you are against a girl, then it only shows that you
think she's not good enough."

   The boys looked at each other with confusion.  Did that even make any
sense?  One or two of them even put their hands down because they couldn't
figure it out.

   Miss Hartick pointed to one of them.  "Dean, you have your hand up?"

   She didn't sound upset, but there was that look in her eyes.  Some of
the boys had started calling her medusa because once she gave you that
look, you were helpless.  Dean didn't know what to do.  Being part of a
group was one thing.  Being singled out was another.

   Miss Hartick said, "Dean, why is your hand up?"

   "Uh, I think that maybe I just didn't understand the question."

   "I see.  Well, put your hand down then.  While you're at it, take a step
forward.  Good.  Now pull your underwear down and show Shelly your penis."

   "Wh--what?"

   "You heard me, young man.  I've explained it already.  Shelly is going
to enjoy her visits to the locker room so that she can do her job.  And
that starts right now."

   She was serious.  She was demented, but she was serious.  Dean looked
around for support.  No one said anything.  The other boys were only glad
that it wasn't them.  Dean looked at Shelly and he saw that horrible,
confident half smile that they had all come to hate.  Then he looked at
Miss Hartick and her beautiful but scary medusa eyes.  He lowered his head
and he did as he was told.  He slid his jock strap down, baring his goods.
Shelly gave a perfect wolf whistle.  She had rehearsed it.

   While Dean stood there with his underwear down around his thighs, Miss
Hartick pointed to another boy.  "Arthur.  You had your hand up?"

   "Uh, yeah, but I kind of put my hand up by mistake."

   "Is that so?  Well you can show us your penis too.  Get your pants and
your underwear down to show us what you've got.  That's right.  Keep going.
Not so slow, young man.  You've got no secrets from Shelly.  That's better.
Now stand there with your schlong on display."

   Shelly chuckled.  Had Miss Hartick really just called that a schlong? 
She never used any slang for penis.  She was really getting into this. 
Shelly was just aching with happiness at this.  This wasn't even "get your
clothes off".  This was just "show us your dick".  Dean and Arthur looked
so completely humiliated.  Both of them had covered themselves a couple
times and gotten caught when Miss Hartick turned back to look at them. 
Miss Hartick said, "You two, I won't have that.  I didn't put your johnsons
on display just to have you hide them.  Hands behind your back.  That's
better.  Now then, Philip, you had your hand up too.  And you've even been
interviewed by Shelly already."

   Philip went white.  It could have been anyone.  Why did Miss Hartick
have to pick on him?  And what was he supposed to say?  "I only put my hand
up because all the other boys did."

   Miss Hartick nodded.  "Now I believe that."

   Philip smiled a second.  He breathed with relief.  Miss Hartick told
him, "You still have to show us your penis though.  Get that jock strap
down."

   "But, but I told the truth."

   "And it was an ugly truth.  What you admitted was that you all believe
that it's still a boys against girls world.  It's time to get past all
that. You can start by giving Shelly what she wants."

   "But what if she doesn't want it?"

   That might not have sounded too smart, but Philip was too panicked to
think of anything else to say.  He already had his hands over his jewels as
though the women could see through his underwear.  Miss Hartick thought it
sounded reasonable though.  She said, "What about it, Shelly?  Do you want
to see this young man's penis?"

   "Oh yeah!  Philip, give it up.  I saw you naked before, and I'm just
dying to see that thing again."

   "You bi--" He caught himself in time.  He would have been in trouble
anyway if he hadn't done as he was told.  He yanked his underwear down to
give Shelly a good look at his fabulous treasure.  Without even being told,
he put his hands behind his back.  There he was, tall and sexy and bare,
but not even naked.  He just had his goods showing.  Shelly was grinning
from ear to ear.  She wanted to give these boys her wicked half smile
instead, but she was just too in love with the moment.  They looked so coy,
trying to avoid eye contact while Shelly studied their anatomy.  And of
course all three of them felt the call of female attention.  Dean was
completely hard, Arthur would be there in a moment.  Philip had just
started growing in response to his embarrassment, but it wouldn't take much
time for him to join the other two boys in a state of total, high standing
humiliation.

   Miss Hartick looked back and forth at the young erections.  "You see,
you boys want to pretend that this bothers you so much, but your bodies
give you away.  You're not really that embarrassed.  That's just your
imagination.  So get over it.  Now, Shelly, since the boys seem to need
learn, we're going to help them.  I want you to choose a boy to interview.
Then choose three more boys, any at all, who will also come along and strip
for you."

   "Really?" Miss Hartick was taking this very seriously, and that was
going to give her some extra helpings of humiliated hunks.  She shivered in
delight as she looked around the room.  Dean, Arthur and Philip were all
hot, but she was going to leave them out of the interview part.  She wanted
to put four more dicks on display while she had the chance.  "Okay, let me
interview Brian.  Zack, Ted, and Chris can all come too." All those boys
groaned and grumbled.  Their imaginations went wild with fantasies of fire
alarms and earthquakes.  Anything that could get them out of this.  They
were already feeling that dark spot of terror in their stomachs.  They were
really going to have to do it.  They were going to have to strip down for
this awful girl.

   Shelly was a bright ray of sunshine.  "Where's your locker, Brian?"

   "This way." He sulked along with three of his fellow players dragging
their feet behind him.  Shelly was in heaven.  As she walked along, she got
to keep it casual with a few boys who couldn't quite keep out of reach. 
She ran her finger tips casually along Arthur's cock before he got it put
away.  The other two managed to get away before she could get a walk by
feel.  She did get to pinch a couple butts on the way though.  She just
loved the little yelps when she did that.

   Her four boy toys were all furious with her when they got to Brian's
locker.  She didn't mind that at all.  In fact she loved watching proud
anger turn into bashfulness when they a boy was forced to strip.  She
surveyed her kingdom briefly.  Brian was fully dressed.  She had seen him
naked before.  The last time she was in the locker room, Miss Devasquez had
made him walk out of the showers.  Shelly had even gotten to see him
halfway hard then.  This time she'd get the full show.  First though, Miss
Hartick told him, "Brian, you can wait to start undressing for a few
minutes.  Before you do that, I want to get these other boys naked.  One by
one."

   Miss Hartick could still surprise Shelly.  Her eyes were wide with
wonder.  Her mentor was going to make this excruciating for the boys.  She
expected Miss Hartick to give the boys their orders, but instead the Vice
Principal said, "Shelly, which one should strip first?"

   Shelly's heart leaped.  Not only was she going to see them naked, not
only was she the reason for that, and not only did they all know it, she
was going to get to say it!  "Ted, get those clothes off and show me
everything you've got."

   He flared for a second, but he was in her power and he knew it.  He
already had his pants off when they got there, so all he had on at that
moment was his cap, his jersey and his jock strap.  One by one they
disappeared.  While he was divesting his pride, Shelly bragged, "I saw you
naked that one time, remember?  But you got away when you were only half
way up.  Are you going to get all the way stiff this time, good lookin'?"
He didn't say anything.  What could he say?  He just slipped off his
underwear and stood, bare penis naked while Shelly looked him over happily.
"Very nice," she said.  "Yes, very nice.  Now how about you, Chris?  All
you've got on is your jock strap anyway."

   Chris had also been one of the boys that Miss Devasquez had gotten out
of the shower, so Shelly had seen him naked too.  He'd been one to go all
the way hard that day, so she'd had a full treat from him.  He was such a
soft spoken, shy sort of boy that it was almost a shame to do this to him.
It wasn't Shelly's fault that he was so cute though.  Or that he had such a
wonderful package.  He was so completely ashamed the moment Shelly had said
his name.  Now he was ashamed and naked.  She couldn't make eye contact
with him because he was staring to the side.  "You're such a sweet heart,
Chris.  Do you have any idea how many girls at this school have a crush on
you?  And here you are stark naked." She chuckled.  Then she turned to the
last one.  "Zack.  Pretty boy Zack with the buff body.  I didn't get to see
you naked in detention.  I get to see it all now though, don't I?"

   She kept looking him over as his uniform slipped off slowly.  "Take it
all off.  Oh my, what a body.  Damn!  No, don't stop!  Get it all off!  I
want to see your dick!" Shelly could hear him muttering things beneath his
breath.  Whatever it was he was calling her or saying about her, she loved
him for it.  That macho grumbling vanished when his underwear did though.
He couldn't bring himself to keep that up while Shelly was staring at his
rod.  He tried real hard to keep his cock down.  He had done it with Mindy
and Miss Devasquez until Mindy's body fondling had forced him up.  He
couldn't do it any more though.  This time he started rising the moment his
business was aired for Shelly.  She heard him whisper.  He said, "Oh no,
no, no, no.  Come on, stay down." She giggled.  He was rising up faster
than the other boys.

   "Well, well.  It looks like you're just eager to prove yourself, aren't
you?"

   Miss Hartick said, "See boys?  Why can't you be honest and just admit
that you don't mind this?  It would be so much easier on you if you did.  I
know that you're never going to like it, but there's no reason for you to
be this embarrassed.  If your penises can demand attention like that, then
there's no reason for you to shy away from all this."

   Chris actually had the audacity to answer her.  He was the only one who
was resisting the urge.  You could tell that he was growing a little bit,
but only a little bit.  Even without a rising call for attention, just
being naked like this had him so nervous he could barely talk.  "It's,
it's, it's not th-th-, it's not th-that.  We, we ,we, we, don't," he put
his hands over his goods.  "We don't get hard because we don't mind it. 
We," then Shelly moved his hands for him so that she could see his package
again.  "Awp!  We, we, we, it isn't because, because we don't, don't,
oOooOh!  We get, I mean our p-p-p-p-p-penises get," he covered up again. 
"We don't get hard because we don't mind it.  Our penises-"

   "Hold on," Shelly said.  This was too much.  She very gently took his
wrists.  She felt him quiver when she did that.  He knew that she was about
to expose his manhood again.  She didn't even need to really force his
hands away.  She could just barely urge his hands, and he would allow it.
There it was, a gorgeous hibernator of a cock, just starting to get out of
bed.  If Shelly hadn't been looking close, she wouldn't have been able to
see that it was just a bit up.  "Keep talking, Chris."

   "Oo-o-oo-oo-okay.  I'm, I'm sorry that that, that, that," she put his
hands back where he wanted them.  "I'm sorry that I'm so nervous.  I was
saying that we don't get hard because we don't mind it.  We get hard
becAWZE!" She had moved his hands again to get another look.  "We get, we
get, we get, h-ha-ha-h-hard b,b,b,because, oh, thank you, Shelly." He was
thanking her for putting his hands back over his microphone.

   She stood up and giggled.  "Oh, that's adorable.  He can talk clearly
when we can't see his pecker.  When we can see it, he stutters."

   Miss Hartick couldn't help it.  She started laughing softly.

   Shelly said, "I've got to do that again.  Chris, go ahead and say what
you've got to say.  But start over." She had his wrists again.

   While he tried to make himself understood, Shelly kept moving his hands
over his penis, then away, with the result that he was articulate, then
stuttering.  Covered penis, "I was saying that we don't," bare penis, "get,
get, get, get, hard, h-har-h-hhard," covered penis, "because we don't mind
it.  We get," bare penis, "GET get get get, we get hhhHhaArd, be-be-be-"
covered penis, "we get hard because we hate it.  It's like a," bare penis,
and this time he had finally risen to where it was evident, so it bounced
up from behind his hands when they moved.  "OH!  It's, OH!  It's like,
li-li-li-like," he couldn't hold still.  He bounced in place, and that made
his cock bounce up down delightfully.

   Shelly and Miss Hartick couldn't help laughing out loud.  "Oh, that's
too much!" "Oh, Chris, you're wonderful!" As the women got it under
control, Chris blushed deeper than ever.  Miss Hartick managed to get it
down to a soft chuckle as she said, "I'm sorry, Chris.  Shelly let the poor
thing cover his johnson a moment while he has his say."

   Chris put his thing away as best he could, but it had grown enough that
it was difficult.  He got his words out finally with just a few little
bumps along the way.  "We get hard because we h-hate it.  Our bodies can't
help it.  It's like, it's like a moth to a flame."

   Miss Hartick and Shelly were quiet again.  Shelly said, "You know,
that's really a lovely metaphor.  I hope that's true."

   "It doesn't change anything though," Miss Hartick said.  "Even if you're
telling the truth, which I still doubt in spite of your poetry, this isn't
about you boys.  This is about Shelly.  She needs to fill her role, and
that means she has to get some of what she wants.  You can live with it.  I
can assure you that even if you think you're embarrassed, that Shelly is
more embarrassed.  Yes, I know, she likes it, but it is still embarrassing
for a young woman to be exposed to a young man like that.  It's much more
embarrassing than what you go through.  She's the real moth to a flame.  Do
you understand how much she is really doing now?"

   The boys were dead silent.  Nothing could convince this madwoman.  As
though nothing had been said, Miss Hartick told Chris, "You can move your
hands again.  That's good.  That's so good."

   "Yes it is," Shelly agreed.  Chris had finally gotten to total arousal.
He was pointing up like an obelisk.  So was hottie body Zack and so was
good looking Ted.  Shelly's eyes moved across the hard ons, taking in the
sight lovingly.  Chris had already been such entertainment, that she let
him be.  Zack was a good choice.  But then again, Ted had been lucky to get
away without showing his full stiffy the first time she saw him naked.  Now
she had him.  She put her hand to his cock.  "All the way hard this time,
huh, Ted?" She moved her hand up and down his rod a few times.  "Mm.  You
just stand there with this stiffy while I interview Brian, okay?"

   She turned to hot Brian.  His head dropped down as he finally became the
specimen of the moment.  He was tallest boy on the team.  Shelly had seen
his dick once, so she knew it wasn't the biggest, but it was big enough for
sure.  Even the boys who were small by the team standards weren't small. 
It was amazing how much wonderful cock was in this room.

   Shelly turned into the dutiful reporter she was supposed to be.  "Brian,
Coach Grady has you practicing both as a pitcher and infielder.  Where will
you end up during a game?"

   Brian was unbuttoning his shirt.  His voice had venom that he couldn't
hide.  "If we knew that, then I'd just be doing one or the other."

   "I suppose so.  If you had to choose right now though, where do you
think your real talents are?  Nice arms, by the way."

   "Yeah.  I don't know.  I love to pitch." Shelly kept asking questions
and he kept grumbling his answers.  He wasn't arrogant, embarrassed, smug
or even angry.  He was just cranky, and it was starting to piss Shelly off.
He had his limits though.  When he slipped his pants all the way off after
an agonizingly slow strip, he finally turned shy.  Once he was down to his
underwear alone, with almost everything showing, his voice was a little
quieter and he kept looking at the floor.  It wasn't how much of him she
could see that had him bothered.  It was that there was only that one thing
left covered.  And he was about to uncover it.

   Because she was annoyed with him, Shelly decided to drag this out a bit.
"Hold on.  Let's take a moment.  Before you get those off, turn around and
show me your butt."

   His face colored so fast.  "Turn around?"

   "Brian, I've already seen you naked.  What's the big deal?"

   He didn't really know.  It didn't matter what she had already seen. 
This was still phenomenally embarrassing.  It was the exposure and the fact
that he was forced to do it.  Not to mention that sadistic smile of hers or
those hungry eyes that just ate up the view of all his exposed skin.  He
turned around for her like he was told.  She said, "Very nice.  Let me have
a look next to the other boys." She glanced over at the other three.  She
had gotten involved in her interview and in Brian's stripping, so she
hadn't spared a glance at them for a bit.  All three of them had declined.
None of them were soft yet, but they weren't much more than halfway up now.
Shelly didn't mind the view of three nice pointers thrust out into the
world.  "MmmM!  I love my job." The boys all looked nervous for a just a
moment before their cocks all stood right back up at attention for her. 
Shelly giggled like she had to.  Surprisingly, so did Miss Hartick.  Shelly
said, "Boys, I love those dutiful dicks of yours, but I need you to turn
around so I can get a look at the other side." The boys groaned, but they
did it.  Brian was made to stand next to them, his ass framed by his jock
strap, the others totally unadorned.  Shelly said, "It is really hard to
pick a favorite." She went down the line, clapping a hand or two on each
bare bum in turn.

   Shelly breathed out like she was exhausted.  "All right, back to work.
Turn back around boys.  You too, Brian.  Get that off so that I can see
what you've got.  So you were telling me about Alex.  As a catcher, he's
the one you work best with."

   "That's right.  He's uh.  I don't know.  Oh god, I'm naked again."

   "Very nice.  Don't put your hands over it.  Just stand there.  Now is
that "moth" going to be attracted to the "flame"?  I didn't get to see it
totally hard last time."

   "I don't know.  Ask me a real question."

   Shelly smiled, but she got back to her job.  As a reporter, she got what
she wanted from Brian.  As a girl, she got what she wanted from Brian, Ted,
Zack and Chris.  She kept leering at their goodies.  Brian lifted up, just
as they always did.  It took only two questions' time to get him there. 
Then he was standing up like the others.  They just stayed stiff while she
went about the business of questioning Brian.  Four naked boys.  Four bare
erections that wished they could point anywhere but up.  Shelly finally
dismissed the extra boys.  She loved watching their buns as they walked
away.  She had one last question for Brian, then she thanked him sincerely
as she shook his hand.  He asked her, "Yeah, thanks.  Can you maybe not put
your--I guess you can just do what you want." He frowned at her touch as
she slid her fingers up and down his shaft a few times.

   Miss Hartick told him, "You did very well today, Brian.  I'm proud of
you.  You boys are really starting to overcome your fears aren't you?"

   "I don't know." He did know.  He was totally mortified.  If he never saw
Shelly again it would be too soon.  Miss Hartick was ushering Shelly out
instead of letting her watch the showers, so Brian was finally free from
the lecherous girl.  He would have felt better with the interview over if
it weren't for the fact that he knew Shelly could strip him down again if
she wanted.  Some of the boys had been bare and hard for her a few times
now.  He hated to admit it to himself, but he hoped one of the other three
boys made more of an impression on her.