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 It wasn't long before there was a meeting called in Principal Steadworth's
office.  Miss Austin was waiting with nonchalance for everyone to arrive.
Miss Hartick and Miss Devasquez were there.  So was Miss Armstrong.  The
Principal said, "You've spoken with the school board, Miss Austin?"

   "I have."

   "And they've come to a decision?"

   "Yes, they've taken my advice to allow Miss Hartick's reporter program
to continue for the rest of the year."

   "WHAT????" Miss Armstrong shouted.  "What did you just say?"

   "I've spoken to everyone involved, and it's clear to me that this is
being done with all the proper motives and with every complete
responsibility."

   "Are you out of your mind?"

   Principal Steadworth was also hoping to hear that this would end since
he wasn't the one burdened with the decision.  He was consoled anyway since
he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.  "Miss Armstrong, if no one
else finds this practice offensive, then maybe it's time for you to let it
go."

   "You're all crazy.  And you're the craziest of all," she said to Miss
Hartick.  Then, as always, Miss Armstrong stormed out.

   Miss Hartick shook Miss Austin's hand.  "Thank you for coming to the
right conclusion.  The girls of the school are all grateful, I assure you."

   "You've got nothing to worry about.  You have the school board's
confidence.  After my recommendations, they are convinced that you should
not only continue, but that you should have complete control over this
project.  Keep up the good work."

   Later that day Shelly was called out of class during one of Mister
Heckley's boring economics lectures.  The strange thing was that she wasn't
called to the office or any other place you'd expect.  She was supposed to
report to the teachers' lounge.  Now who wanted to see her there?

   When she got there, she had to knock on the door since it was locked. 
Miss Devasquez let her in.  "Oh, here you are, Shelly.  Come in, come in!"

   Shelly followed the happy teacher.  "What's going on?"

   "We're celebrating.  The School Board ruled in favor of Miss Hartick. 
You're still the sports reporter, and we'll all still get to enjoy our
little locker room Babylon."

   "Oh!  That's great!  I was worried."

   Miss Devasquez didn't sit yet.  Mindy was also there, every bit as
happy. Mindy had her sister Nina by her.  Miss Fox was also there.  Miss
Devasquez had to introduce Shelly to the other woman there.  "This is Miss
Fox's sister, Joyce."

   "Hello," Shelly said, shaking her hand.  It was easy to see that Joyce
was Miss Fox's sister.  They didn't look too much alike, but they were both
exceptionally attractive women.  Joyce wasn't quite like Miss Fox though.
Joyce was dressed down.  She looked completely casual.  Shelly told her,
"It might be a bit confusing having two Miss Foxes in the same room."

   "Oh no, we don't have the same last name.  I used to be married and I
kept my husband's last name."

   "Okay.  What do I call you then?"

   "You already know." Joyce slipped on a pair of expensive glasses and
held her hair back.

   Shelly was stunned.  "Miss Austin!"

   "That's right.  I work at the school administration.  Miss Armstrong
didn't know that when she called though.  I was lucky enough to be the one
to talk to her.  She told me all about the horrible things happening here
at Prellis high.  I called my sister, and we decided to what we could to
help."

   "So all that time you were just acting?"

   "Only Miss Devasquez knew it, and only when I talked to her after that
detention.  I had to put on a show if the board was going to believe I
really looked into it.  Now they're convinced that your interviews are
responsible and you treat the boys with complete respect.  Miss Hartick has
full permission to exercise her own judgment setting guidelines."

   "Great!"

   "Just don't tell anyone.  I tried to keep any of the boys from seeing
me, but that boy you had in detention saw me.  He probably wouldn't
recognize me anyway.  You didn't."

   "He won't be here though," Miss Devasquez said.  Then there was a knock
at the door.  "Speak of the devil," she said.  She opened the door to admit
Greg and Zack.  The boys felt a bit cornered the moment they saw the kind
of group they were in.  Greg asked, "What are we doing here?"

   "Lock the door behind you, Greg.  We're having a little cake and we
wanted a pair of waiters to do the serving."

   "Huhn?"

   Miss Austin said, "They really are good looking, aren't they?"

   "Very," Miss Fox said.  "And I haven't gotten to see these two naked
yet."

   "Naked?" Greg asked.

   "Oh come on," Zack said, "not here!"

   Mindy giggled.  She held up her camera.  "You remember this?  We've got
pictures of you both.  I bet all the girls would like to see them."

   Zack said, "I don't think you'd really let anyone see those."

   "These, you mean," Miss Devasquez said.  She let the boys see a set of
naked pictures of themselves.  Those pictures had been altered to remove
any background or anything else.  All there was themselves, bare naked and
blushing and hard with nothing but a white background.  Miss Devasquez was
supercilious as she said, "I don't know where those pictures were taken or
by who.  It's kind of hard to tell.  If there were more, they might end up
in a lot of lockers though."

   "Oh man."

   "So it's naked for just us here, or naked for every single girl in
school.  So, if you're going to be well behaved studs, then get those
shirts off."

   Greg and Zack groaned.  Every pair of eyes was on them.  This would be
humiliating, but at least it was just here and now.  In spite of themselves
they started the show.  There was a happy squeal from Mindy as their
physiques came into view.  Miss Fox and Miss Austin were openly vocal.  "Oh
take that off!" "God, you boys are hot!"

   The ladies started to laugh while the boys blushed and fumed.  Miss
Devasquez said, "Now the pants." The women weren't quiet or subtle at all
as they enjoyed it.  The boys were stripped down to just their underwear.
Miss Devasquez told them, "You can turn around to get that last bit off."
They did that, and the women showed no decorum as two fine young bums were
bared for them.  "Whoooo!" "I'm in love!" "EeeeE!"

   "Naked again," Shelly said in her arrogant tone.  "By now you should be
used to this."

   "Screw you!" Zack said.

   "So I guess they're not used to it," Shelly said.  "I guess I don't
really mind.  Can they turn around now, Miss Devasquez?"

   "Well I don't know.  Has everyone had a good enough look at those bare
butts?"

   "MM-hmmmmMM!" "I'm ready for more." "I even got pictures!"

   Miss Devsquez had the boys turn, and they stood there blushing bright
and clutching their intimates.  Greg and Zack both knew that it was
pointless.  They even knew that the girls liked to see them cover up
because it showed how embarrassed they were and it was fun to make them
move their hands.  They couldn't help covering though.  They felt totally
exposed, standing there without a stitch on while so many eyes feasted on
their bodies.

   Miss Devasquez loved to rub it in.  "Well you are both naked.  Naked,
naked, naked."

   "Mm, and delicious," Miss Fox said.

   "You won't have to stay totally naked though," Miss Devasquez said. 
"Mindy?"

   Mindy and Nina were fast to step up.  "You'll be wearing these while you
serve the food and drink." They had bow ties to put on the boys as a sort
of naked uniform.  They were just cheap little props, but it was fun, and
it was clear the boys hated it.

   Miss Austin said, "Undressed up with nowhere to go." That brought a
round of laughter that set the boys blushing again.

   Miss Fox said, "I want to see some penis.  Move those hands."

   Greg and Zack looked at each other and grimaced.  They were being forced
yet again to surrender their modesty, but in a new and creative way.  They
cautiously moved their hands to their sides.  That was greeted by another
round of whistles and catcalls from the girls.

   "Okay, okay," Miss Devasquez settled things down.  "This is fun, but we
don't have all day.  Who wants cake?"

   Mindy set the pattern.  "I'd like Zack to bring me a piece."

   Zack really hated Mindy.  He wished he had the opportunity to spit in
her drink.  He couldn't do that though.  He had to play waiter and put a
slice on a plate and fill a cup.  The ladies watched him carry it over. 
Once Zack handed the plate to Mindy, she copped a feel of his ass with her
other hand.

   "Oh my," Miss Austin said.  "We can pick our waiter?  I think I want
this other boy to bring me a piece.  What's your name?"

   "Greg," he said quietly as he got a slice on a plate and carried it over
to her.

   "Mm.  Thank you, honey," she said as she ran her hand in a circle around
one of his cheeks.

   "Oh, I think he likes you," Miss Fox said.  She pointed to his dick
which was starting to move.

   "You're making me jealous," Mindy said happily.  "Zack didn't vote for
me at all."

   "Yes he did," Shelly said.  At that every eye turned to gorgeous Zack
and his eight oclock high penis.  Everyone laughed a bit except of course
for the boys who wished they could escape or cover up or at least point to
the floor.

   Everyone was served a piece of cake and every time that entitled a woman
to a handful of firm baseball boy buns.  By the time that was done both
boys were flying high.  Miss Devasquez said, "It'll be terrible for me, but
I have to have a second piece.  Zack?" She had grabbed Greg's ass when she
got her first piece, so she wanted some Zack now.

   He mumbled, "How long are we going to be here?"

   "Until we're done," Miss Devasquez said as she fondled his rock hard
cock.

   "My turn, my turn," Miss Fox said.  "Zack, I don't want any cake, but
could you top off my cup, please?"

   Zack sighed and did as he was told, knowing that she was going to help
himself to a feel of his dick while he did that.  At the same time Greg had
fill up Mindy's cup and give her a chance to enjoy his manhood.  Not only
did she do that, she was blatantly clicking away with her camera.

   The ladies all had their fun, taking a drink or a piece of cake and
getting a grab of some stud along with it.  The boys had to play the part
of server while hands roamed their nakedness.  They didn't even get a tip.

   Miss Devasquez was right though, they couldn't keep it up long.  The
ladies were not thrilled with the idea of ending their party, but it was
time.  Miss Devasquez told the boys, "Once you're dressed, you can have a
piece of that cake."

   "Oh thanks," Greg said sourly, "that'll make it all worth it."

   "Well, anyway, we'll see you sometime in the locker room.  Again and
again.  There's not much to stop us now."