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 Shelly couldn't stand herself she was so happy.  She felt like she was
leading a charmed life.  When she started interviewing the naked boys she
had no idea it would last thing long or go this far.  And now they had the
backing of the School Board so there was no stopping them.  She felt a
wonderfully queasy quiver when she thought of all the exposed penis she was
going to get to ogle and fondle.  It was her world, and the boys were just
living in it.  They were going to be naked and naked again and naked again.
Just thinking about all the nudity she could force could make her swoon. 
She almost felt a little guilty about it now that there was no risk
involved at all.  Not very guilty of course, because she was Shelly, the
terror of the boys' locker room.  She could almost enjoy that little
helping of guilt since she knew it would vanish the moment she had the next
boy in her power.  The next boy was going to be a big, burly weight lifter
too.  After that barenaked, embarrassed boner line up, the boys were ready
for their first practices, and that meant locker room time.

   She had convinced Miss Hartick to chaperone her with the weight lifters
at least once more before anyone else did.  The truth was Shelly was dying
for the freer hand of Miss Devasquez or better yet, pervert Mindy.  That
would have to wait a little bit though for the boys to understand that they
were going to do what she wanted them to.  That meant the iron will of
Medusa Hartick had to be employed at least once more.  Miss Hartick
understood all that as well as Shelly did.  To make certain the boys could
become accustomed to their locker room conventions, Miss Hartick wanted to
bring along another chaperone.  The ideal choice, at least from her
standpoint, was Miss Bridle, the school counselor.  Besides, ever since
Miss Bridle started to take part, she and Miss Hartick had become true
friends.  Miss Hartick was happy to have someone she could really enjoy
some girl talk with.  No one else seemed appropriate to her, not even her
protégé Shelly.  She didn't mind dishing with Miss Bridle about all the
delicious naked boys though.  Miss Bridle reciprocated by sharing her
thoughts about which boys were really the hottest.

   Shelly noticed the slightly more casual attitude of Miss Hartick.  When
they got to the locker room though, the vice principal went through a fast
change into the hard eyed, stiff backed tyrant Shelly knew and loved.  It
was so suddenly intimidating that Shelly almost took a step back.  Perfect!

   There at the door to the locker room was Coach Williams and Coach Young.
"I'm glad to see you," Coach Young said.  Coach Williams obviously
disagreed, but he wasn't about to say so.  Shelly was sure that this tall,
imposing coach was enough to keep the boys in line, but he was no match for
Miss Hartick.  It looked like he knew it too.  However, when Coach Young
looked like she was going to follow the ladies into the locker room, he
protested, "Wait, wait.  Miss Hartick, I know I have to go along with this,
and I'll try not to complain, but I thought the rule was that a coach
couldn't be in the locker room when an interview is going on."

   Coach Young was instantly crushed.  She couldn't think of a good
argument to let herself down there with the boys.  Miss Bridle said, "Coach
Williams, I know that's the rule, but surely you see that the only reason
for that is to make Shelly more comfortable."

   "No," Miss Hartick said, "I'm afraid he's right.  I hadn't considered
it, but I'm afraid we can't let Coach Young come with us.  Rules are
rules."

   Coach Young's shoulders dropped.  "I guess, uh, I guess so."

   "Good enough," Coach Williams said.  He strode off proudly.  In his mind
he had just won a small battle with Miss Hartick, and he intended to savor
that since he knew it would likely be the only time it would happen.

   Miss Hartick was unfazed and she stepped through the door.  Miss Bridle
followed her after giving Coach Young a little look like she was sorry. 
Shelly had to follow fast, but first she whispered to Coach Young, "Don't
worry.  Maybe you can't come to the lockers, but I'll come up with some way
to get the boys naked where you can watch."

   "Wh-what?  Uh, that's not really what this is all about, you know."

   Shelly gave that snarky, twisted half smile of hers.  "Of course it's
not, but we get to have fun with it anyway, don't we?  You'll get to see
those studs naked again, I promise."

   What else could Coach Young say?  "Uh, thank you, Shelly."

   So poor Coach Young was denied another taste of naked studflesh that
day, but of course our hero Shelly was going to have some fun.  Her little
delay meant the boys had already had time to react with shock when two
women waltzed right into their private changing area.  Most of them had
really allowed themselves to believe that the nude weigh in had been a one
time deal.  Now it was happening again.

   Miss Hartick said, "There you are, Shelly."

   "Sorry about that, Miss Hartick."

   "Don't worry about it.  I can't help feeling a little bit annoyed about
keeping Coach Young out.  I'm sure she'll take part in our program somehow
though."

   Shelly smiled.  "That's what I told her.  I guess I'd better get on with
today's interview though, huh?"

   Shelly noticed that the boys were all out where she could see them.  It
was evident that Miss Hartick had made them all come out.  It was a
wonderful show.  Three of the boys were still in their singlets, but that
was still a great look for these muscle boys.  Some of them were in their
jockstraps.  Two of the boys, Billy and Corbin, were butt naked.  They were
also dripping wet, so it looked like Miss Hartick had made them come out of
the showers.  They stood there sexy and humiliated with their goodies
protected by their hands.  For a moment the three ladies looked over at
them and just enjoyed the sight of the bare and helpless hunks.  Billy was
hot, big in the shoulders especially.  Corbin was slim by the weightlifter
standards, but only by that standard.  He was still strongly built.

   We all know that the boys were breaking the rules though.  In spite of
herself, Miss Hartick felt a bit of a thrill making them comply.  "Billy
and Corbin.  Just what do you think you're doing?"

   "Huhn?" "We, uh, you made us come out here."

   "I mean, what are you doing with your hands?  Don't you realize that
Shelly is the sports writer for the school?  Act like that means something.
Put your hands to your sides like it doesn't matter that your naked." The
boys weren't certain that she was serious because it was such a ridiculous
thing to say.  She turned loud and serious then.  "NOW, boys!"

   After the slightest moment of trembling hesitation, the boys did it. 
There they were, two buff bodies all the way exposed for three women.  All
three women smiled at the sight.  Miss Hartick shook her head a little
though.  "Stand up straight, boys.  You're just naked.  It's not a prison
sentence."

   As the two nudies did their best to stand tall, Shelly said, "Oh god,
they're hot!  Look at those bodies!"

   As though Shelly had said nothing, Miss Hartick explained, "Boys, a
locker room is supposed to have a casual atmosphere.  If there weren't any
girls present, you wouldn't be bothered at all.  Now surely you can see how
sexist it is of you to act like you can't be yourselves just because Shelly
is down here with you.  I won't have you acting like this is a problem. 
When Shelly is here, I expect you to let her see your bodies.  Don't be so
chauvinist."

   Miss Bridle tried to be the good cop to Miss Hartick's bad cop.  She
told the boys, "You really shouldn't be ashamed of your bodies anyway. 
Believe me when I tell you that your self esteem is only going to improve
if you can let go of your insecurities.  So when Shelly or any of the rest
of us is present while you're naked, just let it happen.  In the end you'll
be glad you did."

   The boys all looked at each other like these women were crazy.  Shelly
pointed to the two wet and naked boys, "There they go!" Billy was rising up
fairly fast.  Corbin's dick was taking its time moving up, but it was still
a great sight.

   Miss Hartick asked Shelly, "Now who are we here to talk to?"

   Shelly didn't take her eyes off the stiffening penises.  She really
didn't want to let them go, but at the same time she wanted to see some
more dick.  "How about Terence?"

   Miss Hartick said, "All right, Terence, please step forward.  You won't
be the only one though.  I want you all to really understand this.  You are
going to cooperate completely.  What we're asking of you is something very
small and entirely reasonable.  To make the point, I want two more boys
alongside Terence.  You won't be interviewed.  We're just going to have you
stand there naked so that you can prove you can take it.  All right?  Can I
have a pair of volunteers?"

   No one said a word.  Shelly grinned.  She loved forcing the boys along.
It wouldn't have been anywhere near as much fun to have a boy choose to
strip for her.  "Billy and Corbin both have their hands up.  Oh wait, those
aren't their hands!  So I guess they don't want to.  Let's let them go back
to the showers."

   Neither boy moved until they got Miss Hartick's approval.  She nodded,
so they walked away fast to the showers, their high and hard erections
swaying in front of them.  Miss Hartick looked at the remaining boys.  "I
am a bit disappointed in you all, but I suppose I had to expect this. 
Since you won't volunteer, we'll have to choose a pair of boys.  Shelly,
who do you want to come along as scenery?"

   The boys groaned at that.  It was music to Shelly's ears.  She could
pick whoever she wanted, and they had to strip down for her.  As much fun
as it would be to peruse that menu of exploitable boys, Shelly thought it
would be a good idea to reward her sponsors.  "Actually, just to make the
point of course, I think that you and Miss Bridle ought to both pick out a
boy."

   Miss Bridle beamed, "Thank you, Shelly.  That's a good idea.  Now boys,
I want you to understand that we respect you deeply.  If we don't select
you, it isn't that we didn't want to see you naked.  So don't think that it
reflects poorly on you if you aren't chosen.  I can assure you that we
would love to see all of you undressed.  For today, I think I'd love to
watch Denver strip for us."

   Miss Hartick nodded her head in appreciation.  There wasn't a wrong
choice.  These hunks were all worth the attention.  "Of course I've seen
all of you naked, so I assume that it won't bother you to let it happen
again.  Charlie, I remember that you were terribly nervous during the weigh
in.  Try to be at ease this time, all right?"

   Charlie already looked like he was lost in a haunted house.  He was in
nothing but a jock strap, and that look of awkward fear on such a strong
build was hilarious to Shelly.  Denver just stared at the floor.  He
couldn't look up at all.

   "Come over here, boys," Miss Hartick said, "and try to be gentlemen
about it.  You look like you're waiting for the firing squad."

   Terence wasn't afraid like Charlie or ashamed like Denver.  He was
furious.  He knew there was nothing he could do though, so he tried to go
along with it without showing any reluctance.  He could tell that Shelly
liked the embarrassment, and he was determined not to give it to her.  "So,
how does this work?"

   Shelly looked him up and down, loving it.  "Just undress like you would
normally while I ask you some questions."

   "Now hold on a moment," Miss Hartick said.  "First I want these other
boys naked.  The interview won't start until we can see everything Charlie
and Denver have."

   "What?" Charlie said.

   Shelly gave him her villainous half smile.  "Get that jock strap off. 
We want to see your cock."

   Miss Bridle giggled.  She couldn't help it.  Shelly's direct feminine
lust and Charlie's look of shock were wonderful.  She tried to help Charlie
out though.  "Shelly, I think you can at least say please.  We have to
appreciate these boys."

   Shelly and Miss Hartick both rolled their eyes.  Shelly said, "All
right. I'm sorry, studly.  Would you pretty please take your underwear off
so that I can see your penis?"

   Charlie gave Miss Hartick a look.  Was this really the way it was going
to be?  Apparently so.  The Vice Principal told him, "What are you waiting
for, young man?  Remember, respect through casual comfort."

   "I, uh, I, oh oh oh.  Miss Hartick, don't make me do this."

   "Charlie, she's already seen you naked.  What's the problem?"

   "I just can't...  Shelly, tell her."

   Shelly was thrilled with the power play, but she acted slightly annoyed.
"You're really interfering with my work here, Charlie.  Just get it over
with.  It's no big deal."

   He didn't move.  He tried, but he couldn't.  Miss Hartick barked, "NOW,
Charlie!"

   Just like that he was stripping it off.  His trembling fingers peeled
away the only bit of protection he had.  He stood back up with his eyes
shut tight, struggling to keep from covering up.  Shelly giggled at his
naked panic.  Miss Bridle hummed loudly, "MmmmmMMMmM!" Miss Hartick said,
"That's better, Charlie, but I expect a bit less resistance.  I won't have
you boys arguing.  I'll expect you in detention tomorrow after school.  Oh,
wait, I'll be busy.  Report to Miss Devasquez's room for a detention
tomorrow.  She'll help you get accustomed to this."

   "Wh-what?  What does that mean?  Oh my god, stop staring at me!"

   Miss Bridle sounded concerned.  "He seems to have some exceptional
inhibition to overcome.  Charlie, you really shouldn't be so worried.  You
have nothing to be ashamed of, believe me."

   He gaped at her.  She was really trying to be comforting, but she had
such a lusty tone.  And she was looking him over so greedily.

   Miss Hartick turned to her next subject.  "Your turn, Denver.  Uniform
off.  Please."

   Denver tried to think of something to say, but he didn't want to end up
in whatever trouble Charlie was in.  So he started slipping out of his
clothes for them.  He couldn't bear to look at them even though he could
hear their heavy breathing and mumbles of appreciation as his physique was
exposed, bit by bit.  He stood there, helplessly holding on to the sides of
his jock strap.  "Do I have to take this off now?"

   "That's right," Miss Hartick said as patiently as she could.

   "I, uh, I don't mean any disrespect or anything, but, uh, can I... 
never mind." He took in a deep breath and started slipping off the last of
his privacy.  He already felt a tingle in his cock.  "Oh man." He knew he
was going to get a hard on for them.  He couldn't stand it.  He stood up,
totally exposed, staring at the women who were staring at him.  There were
three smiles, Shelly's arrogant half smile, Miss Hartick's stony grin, and
Miss Bridle's serene expression of wonder.  And none of them were looking
anywhere except at his dick.  If his embarrassment had been a barbell, he
couldn't have lifted it.  The only thing he could feel, other than his
humiliation, was the swirling anticipation in his penis.  It started rising
up right away.  He heard the small sounds of approval from all three of the
ladies, and that only moved him up faster.  Again, he couldn't stand it. 
Stripping naked had been bad, but showing the women a boner was absolutely
mortifying.

   Shelly said, "Well, that didn't take long."

   "No it didn't," Miss Bridle said breathlessly.

   Shelly would have loved to just stand there and gawk, but she had work
to do.  "I guess I can start the interview now."

   "Hold on," Miss Hartick said.  "It can wait just a moment.  Charlie's
starting now."

   Shelly loved Miss Hartick for delaying again.  Especially for this.  She
could see the look of helpless shock on Charlie's face.  They were all
waiting for his dick to finishing climbing to its height.  He threw his
hands over it.  Miss Hartick gave him a moment to change his mind, but he
took a moment too long.  "Charlie, move those hands this instant!  You are
not going to insult us like that."

   "I hate this!" Charlie said as he bared his staff again.  He couldn't
hold still.  He moved nervously in a way that made his slowly rising rod
wiggle back and forth.  Miss Bridle couldn't help giggling again.  Charlie
put his hands on his head.  "I'm naked!  I can't believe this!"

   "Charlie," Miss Hartick said with threatening gentility, "stop that
right now.  Behave like a gentleman and let the women enjoy being women."

   Charlie stared at her in horror and confusion.  Just what was he
supposed to say?  The strange attitude confused him enough that he could at
least stand straight and stand still though as his penis reached its
zenith.

   He felt just slightly calmer, but Miss Bridle ruined that.  She said to
Miss Hartick, "It looks like the boy you chose has a bigger penis than
mine."

   Shelly could hardly hold in a loud laugh.  "They look good to me."

   "Oh certainly.  Oh, Denver, I didn't mean that your penis isn't big
enough.  Not at all.  It's quite a handsome piece of equipment."

   "Look at how much they're blushing!" Shelly said happily.

   "I think I've made them both uncomfortable," Miss Bridle said.  "I'm
sorry, boys."

   Miss Hartick wasn't as apologetic.  "They shouldn't be so nervous
anyway. I have yet to see a Prellis penis that wasn't inspiring.  The
weightlifters aren't as well endowed as the baseball team in that respect,
but I've already seen them all and I was quite happy with all of their
offerings."

   "You hear that," Miss Bridle said to the boys.  "Don't be embarrassed
about those dicks.  They're wonderful.  Shelly likes them too, don't you,
Shelly?"

   "I certainly do!"

   Charlie couldn't take it anymore.  "Stop talking about our dicks!"

   "Young man," Miss Hartick started.

   She didn't finish though.  Miss Bridle decided to help him out. 
Remember that she lived under the delusion that the boys really benefited
from being fondled.  "It's not entirely his fault.  He's just not used to
it.  Shelly, could you help him get a bit more comfortable?"

   "What?" Then Shelly saw the look in Miss Bridle's eye.  She understood
without having it explained.  "Sure!" She moved over to Charlie with a
confident stride that made her resemble a barracuda.  Charlie mumbled some
question, but no one could really hear him.  Then Shelly put her hand on
his body.  It was such a wonderful body.  "HEY!" Charlie shouted as she
fondled his chest.  "Can she do that?"

   "Relax, Charlie," Miss Bridle said.

   How could he relax while sinister Shelly was running her hand over him,
squeezing at his muscles?  As her hand descended, his eyes got bigger and
bigger.  Surely there was a limit to this.  But then Shelly's hand closed
around his cock.  "Y-you, you, oh my god."

   Shelly was in heaven.  She'd been waiting patiently to get her hands on
one of these muscle studs.  She enjoyed the feel of his cock with one hand
while her other continuously played with his marvelous pecs.  When she let
him go, he was speechless.  She said, "I'd better get on with it." Then she
shouted with gleeful surprise, "Terence!  Look at you!"

   Everyone turned to her interview subject.  The anticipation had been too
much for him.  Under his uniform he had the bulge of a complete erection
already.  Shelly couldn't help it.  She knew she shouldn't laugh like that
with Miss Bridle there, but the look on Terence's face was priceless.  He
had been angry before, but now, like this, he was completely sheepish. 
Then she started her questions.  "So, Terence, tell us, is Coach Williams
really going to whip this team into shape?"

   "Wh-what?"

   "I mean, it's not as though you boys aren't already in great shape."

   "I, uh," he turned to Miss Hartick, "do I really have to, you know."

   "This is unbelievable," she said.  "What is wrong with these boys? 
Terence, I've said it already more than once.  During an interview, you are
strip naked.  So get to it.  And answer Shelly, would you?"

   "But, but, I'm already," he gestured to his boner.

   "And?  The other boys are in the same boat, and they're naked.  You
don't have to worry about us.  We can handle it."

   "What?" Terence knew he should just give in, but he was genuinely having
trouble moving.  He could lift a lot of weight, but at that moment he
couldn't even lift his own arms.  He was petrified with fear.  "I, I don't
think I can.  I mean, I just don't think..."

   Miss Bridle stepped in again.  "I see what the problem is.  Shelly,
since he can't seem to undress himself, could you help him out?  Can you do
that and run the interview at the same time?"

   "Of course."

   Miss Hartick said proudly, "Shelly has become very capable."

   Shelly stepped to him.  "Just doing my job."

   "Wait!" Terence pled.  "That's not what I meant!"

   Miss Bridle almost felt some of Miss Hartick's annoyance.  These boys
really did resist far too much.  It wasn't healthy.  "Terence, I know this
is hard for you, but it shouldn't be.  Let yourself get used to it."

   Terence gave a funny little noise as Shelly started moving the sides of
his uniform down his arms.  She said, "You haven't answered my question."
While he stumbled over his words, trying to sound intelligent, Shelly took
in the sight of his exposure.

   "Very nice," she said as she fondled his chest now.  "You boys are
really worth seeing." Then she started in on her questions again as she
rolled that singlet down to his waist.  Terence always stuttered over the
first word of his answers a bit, but he managed to cooperate other than
that.  When Shelly got far enough, she decided to peel away both the
singlet and the jock strap at the same time.  She was amazed that Terence
could keep talking uninterrupted as his stiffy was bared for them all.  Of
course she helped herself to a few quick squeezes and strokes.

   Terence couldn't help himself.  "You can't let her do that!  This is
completely unfair!"

   "Unfair?" Miss Hartick said.  "Now would it be fair to let you boys
react with those erections, and then say that we can't react in turn?  Do
you have any idea how hard this would be for Shelly to have to see your
nakedness and your lack of self control, and know that she could never
touch you?  You're not going to dangle that candy in front of her and say
she can't have any."

   Shelly took another real quick cock fondle from him as she joked, "I
don't think dangle is the right word."

   Terence's panic broke finally.  He felt something more like a childish
tantrum, but he held still while they stared and Shelly felt him up.  "OH!
Darn it!" He grumbled under his breath, and unfortunately for him, Miss
Hartick heard a word or two he shouldn't have said.

   "Young man, that will be a detention for you as well.  You'll be there
with Charlie at Miss Devasquez's room after school tomorrow."

   He quailed under her threatening eyes.  "Yes, Miss Hartick." At least
Shelly was done playing with him.  She went into serious reporter mode as
she asked several simple questions.  Terence answered rigidly, but
respectfully.  He didn't feel any respect, but he showed it.  When he
thought it was over, he asked petulantly, "Can I go now?"

   "Sure, Terence," Shelly said with a hand to his bicep.  "I'm sorry that
my questions were a bit rudimentary.  I don't know as much about
weightlifting as I do about baseball.  I'll have to learn it as I go."

   "I'm sure the boys will be happy to help," Miss Bridle said.  They were
happy all right.  They were happy to shuffle by as fast as they thought was
safe.