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 The pregame interview had not only been a lot of fun, it had been a great
success for the team as well.  Chris, Dean and Reggie played a great game.
Their skills were at their height during the game just as their penises had
been at their heights during the interview.  The school was so thrilled
with the spectacular performance of their baseball team that no one paid
much attention to the fact that a girl reporter was getting to wander into
the locker room at will.  Prellis High was a sports school.  School spirit
was soaring at the team that wasn't just undefeated.  They seemed
undefeatable.  The players themselves were heroes.  In fact most of the
time they were so high on their victories and all the prestige from that
that they didn't feel the embarrassment of the forced nudity of the
interviews.  The boys had such a sense of pride that they felt no
embarrassment at all except when the time came to entertain Shelly's
perversions.

   The baseball team wasn't the only group of studs that Shelly liked to
take advantage of though.  There was also that buffet of buff that was the
weightlifting team.  And that's where she was headed next.  It was a day
for weightlifting practice, and Miss Hartick had something special in mind
for it this time.  Shelly trotted down the hallways happily to get to Miss
Hartick's office.

   "There's our star sports reporter," Miss Hartick said.

   "And there's our brilliant vice principal," Shelly said.  She was very
glad that Miss Hartick had been waiting outside that office.  Not far from
them were a few of the girls Shelly had been avoiding.  Girlfriends of the
athletes she had stripped.  Miss Armstrong wasn't far away either, so if
Miss Hartick hadn't been there, Shelly might have had some trouble.  As it
was she was safe.  She was safe and she was happy.  "Who do we have with
us? Gayla, I'm glad you could make it.  Nancy, Greta, Mina, hi."

   Miss Hartick said, "It looks like everyone's here.  Girls, are you ready
to go?" The girls were all smiles.  Miss Hartick asked, "Shelly, this is a
bit different from our other trips to the locker room.  There won't be any
interview this time.  I want to make sure that the other girls get as much
attention from the boys as you do."

   "No problem," Shelly said happily.  By now she loved embarrassing the
boys by baring them for a lot of different girls.  Besides, right now she
could have some fun at the expense of those girlfriends that were watching
with cold eyes.  And Shelly just loved the way Miss Hartick had phrased
that.  They were sharing the boys' attention!  The boys hated being put on
display, but they sure did demonstrate their humiliation in the most
pleasant way.  Shelly told her guests, "You're really in for a treat."
Shelly knew the other girls listening had to hate her for that.  As she
walked past those icy athletes' girlfriends, Shelly gave them a look that
told them to eat their hearts out.

   "Isn't Miss Bridle coming?"

   "She'll meet us there."

   Miss Hartick and Miss Bridle led the girls down into the land of fantasy
before the weightlifting practice was done.  Without the boys in it, the
locker room was a boring place.  The wait seemed horribly long even though
it wasn't.  The anticipation made the girls so impatient.

   Then the boys arrived.  Billy was in the lead, happy with his progress
during their training.  Then he saw what was waiting.  He stopped talking
in midsentence.  "Oh man." The other boys were as stunned as he was.  "What
is it this time?" "Can they keep doing this to us?" "I hope it's not me."

   Miss Hartick shook her head a bit.  "Is that really any way for you boys
to behave?  The baseball team never gave me this much trouble.  But you
boys have been trouble since your first practice.  We're not going to have
this.  Do you understand?"

   The boys shuffled their feet and looked around.  Denver was the one who
managed to say, "I really don't.  We do what you say."

   "You boys are acting like the girls are not welcome here.  You're acting
like they are doing something wrong.  I won't allow that kind of
intolerance.  Do you have any idea how horrible they must feel, knowing
that you boys look down on them like that?  You've made it hard for us to
be lenient.  I know that I have to make some allowances.  I know that you
boys aren't used to this.  But after both of your other practices there
have been detentions.  You boys are not behaving at all.  I understand that
you consider this to be your domain, and that girls aren't allowed.  That
kind of boys' club mentality will end."

   Rick said, "Would you let us in the girls' locker room?"

   Miss Hartick gave him those stony eyes and he shut right up.  "That's
what I'm talking about.  Here we are, trying to break down sexist barriers,
and you have to talk like a pervert.  If I let you boys in the girls'
locker room, then it would only heighten your sexist attitudes.  Besides
that, girls have a real need for modesty and privacy.  You boys don't need
any of that.  You see the difference, right?  I said, you see the
difference, right?" Surprisingly, the boys did not voice their agreement.
Miss Hartick told them, "You see how chauvinist you really are right now?
Trying to deny the girls their place in this school?"

   "Their place in our locker room?" Frank said.

   "Enough!  You refuse to learn by listening, and I suppose I knew you
would.  You will learn your lesson one way or another.  I'm telling you
that whether or not you believe it, you will get used to this.  To start
that, I'm going to have all of you boys line up and strip naked for these
girls.  All of you."

   The girls all giggled or gasped.  ALL of them?  The girls knew they
would be treated to the sight of some dick, but all of the weightlifters'
dicks?  The boys were as stunned as the girls.  More so.  Their eyes were
wide with embarrassed fright.  Was Miss Hartick really going to just strip
them all naked for all these girls?

   Miss Hartick saw that the boys were lining up, even if they were doing
it slowly.  She said, "There won't be any interview today.  Today is just
an exercise to help you boys get used to this.  You shouldn't be so
bothered by this, and you all know it.  So you're going to get past it all,
starting now.  You are all going to bare your bodies for these girls
whether you want to or not.  You will do it without complaint or
hesitation. You will show these girls every bit of courtesy they are due. I
know you don't want to undress, but if you aren't completely casual about
the interview atmosphere, then Shelly can't do her job.  It's time for you
to take her seriously.  And if I have to give even one detention, then I'll
have all nine of you stripped naked in a special assembly for an audience
of thirty girls."

   The boys felt a cold horror.  Not even Miss Hartick would do that, would
she?  She might.  She wasn't the kind of person who bluffed.  She didn't
even have to bluff.  Somehow she had the entire authority of the school and
the school board behind her perversions.  There was no telling what she
could get away with.  So when Miss Hartick told them to strip off their
uniforms, they did it.  They couldn't bring themselves to do it fast.  It
was just too embarrassing, stripping down to their underwear for seven
pairs of lusty female eyes.  It happened though, and the boys became a set
of nine sexy, underwear clad studs.  Almost all of their bodies were
exposed.  There was only a little bit left.

   The girls were all eyes.  It looked like none of them could blink.  The
boys felt the heat of all the stares moving over their muscular bodies. 
Surprisingly, the girls were fairly quiet.  There had been murmurs and
sighs as the uniforms had come off, but so far that was all.

   The line up of buff boys was a wall of hotness.  They stood there stock
still, refusing to look in the direction of their audience.  Miss Hartick
saw that, and in her mind it was the disrespect she was trying to stamp
out. Telling them where to look wasn't going to solve that though.  She was
going to tell them what they would wear, or rather, what they wouldn't
wear. "All right, we'll do this one at a time so that the girls can really
enjoy each of you.  Wendell?  Get that underwear off."

   His eyes shot open wide.  He was terrified.  He looked over at the girls
only to wish he hadn't.  Why was he being singled out first?  He wasn't
even the first in line.  Miss Hartick repeated herself.  "Take it off,
Wendell."

   The other guys could already imagine their fate if he didn't.  They were
urging him on.  "Do it!" "Get on with it, man!" "What are you waiting for?"

   Wendell shook all over a moment before he could swallow his pride. 
Then, with an enormous amount of regret, he started to slip his jock strap
down.  Now the girls made noise.  Shelly made sure to comment so that the
other girls would know it was okay.  "That's it, hot stuff!  Show us your
dick!" "Woo woo!  Look at him blush!" "God he's hot!"

   Wendell stepped out of his underwear and stood up, completely, totally
bare naked for the lusty girls.  Miss Hartick told him, "Wendell, you can't
stare off into the corner like that.  The idea here is for you to
acknowledge the girls.  Look this way.  That's better." It looked like he
might faint.  Seeing the girls all looking him over was awful.  He felt a
tidal wave of shame move through him.

   Miss Hartick just moved on to her next choice.  "Billy?  Get naked."

   "Oh man, oh no, oh man, oh no." He slipped his underwear off and stood
there naked in front of five girls and two women.  He forced himself to
look over, but he couldn't make eye contact with them.  How could he?  The
girls were all giggles and smiles while they boasted that they could see
his penis.  Greta was even licking her lips.

   Miss Hartick only had to say their names from then on.  "Corbin."

   Hearing his name made his blood go cold everywhere except in his loins
where he could feel the heat of shame and embarrassment as soon as the
girls could see it.

   Nancy said, "Miss Hartick, make Rick go next!" Miss Hartick humored her,
"Rick?  Nancy would like to see you naked now.  I'm sure the other girls
are looking forward to it too." "OH YEAH!" all the girls said.  Rick
blushed brightly as he quickly peeled away his dignity.  He couldn't
believe that this was the price for taking part in the weightlifting
program.  He tried to imagine that it wasn't happening.  He almost thought
he might try to imagine the girls naked, but then he realized that would
give him an erection for their feasting eyes.

   "Red?" Red gave them all an angry look, but he did as he was told.  He
stripped off and stood there penis bare, just another exhibit in the
ongoing embarrassment museum that their locker room had become.

   "Frank?" Frank almost hadn't heard his own name.  He was doing his best
to ignore the girls, so he almost got them all in trouble.  Right before
Miss Hartick had to repeat herself, he glanced over and saw all the
expectant stares.  "My turn," he mumbled.  He had a hard time forcing his
fingers to move.  As he slowly got his jock strap off, he kept glancing
over at the girls.  He couldn't help it.  He could feel all the
embarrassment of this forced stripping pushing him to an early reaction. 
He tried to keep himself from stiffening, but it was no use.  Right away
his penis started lifting.  The other boys were still pointing down, but
not Frank.  He needed the girls to look away.  "Who's next?"

   "We can wait," Miss Bridle said.  "We can wait until you've gotten all
the way up."

   "No!  Come on!  This isn't happening.  This isn't happening.  Stop it,"
he said to his own penis.  It must have listened, because partway though
it's increase, just a bit above the halfway point, it slowed to a halt.  He
couldn't get it back down, but amazingly, his willpower won out over any
more upward progress.  After several intense seconds, Greta let oud a loud,
"AaaAW!" The girls all giggled, and Frank blushed again, but his cock
stubbornly refused to rise any more.

   "Very good," Miss Hartick said.  "Miss Bridle has convinced me that your
erections are not a part of your vanity, but I still appreciate your
attempts to control your urges."

   "Which isn't to say you should be ashamed of those urges," Miss Bridle
said quickly.  She and Miss Hartick were in a constant tug of war about
this idea.  Miss Bridle thought the boys' erections were not only
allowable, she thought they were important.  She truly believed that
encouraging the boys to cooperate with that physical tribute would be the
thing to finally break through the boys' social inhibitions.  "Any of the
rest of you who react that way should feel free to do so.  We not only
understand.  Most of us appreciate it." The girls all giggled at that.  The
boys all blushed.  Rick and Billy started to rise up as though they had
been invited to.  It was a slow climb, but an evident one.  Miss Bridle
said, "See, doesn't it make you feel better to acknowledge your own
sexuality.  Go ahead and enjoy."

   Enjoy?  The boys all felt their stomachs turn.  Did Miss Bridle really
think they got their hard ons because they enjoyed this?  Their erections
weren't pleasure.  Their unwilling erections were pure embarrassment,
concentrated on the one bit of anatomy they wanted to hide most.  The
insult of that helped Rick and Billy out though.  Neither of them got even
quite halfway before their progress slowed to a crawl.  The girls were all
smugly disappointed.  "They can get hard faster than that.  I've seen it."
"Why aren't the others hard yet?  I want to see all their dicks totally
stiff."

   The show had to go on.  "Charlie?" Miss Hartick said.

   "Yeah?"

   She gave him a look.  He knew what she wanted.  She might have been more
than just annoyed, but she knew that the girls loved hearing the words.  It
was so satisfying to hear the girls' eagerness when she told a boy what she
was about to tell Charlie.  "It's your turn now.  Take that jock strap off,
so the girls can see your penis." As expected, the girls giggled and sighed
while Charlie blushed furiously.  He didn't move right away though.  "But,
Miss Hartick, I, uh, I can't really, I mean...  I'm going to..."

   Miss Bridle saw a flash of real anger in Miss Hartick's eye.  This
wasn't supposed to be any kind of punishment for the boys.  They were
supposed to be helping the boys get accustomed to it.  So she told him
gently, "Charlie, you know you have to do it.  It really is for you own
good.  Believe me.  Just ask the baseball players.  They can still be
nervous, but they don't mind getting naked for the girls as much now."

   Charlie gave a funny look.  He could tell that she really believed that.
The weightlifters and the baseball players had talked to each other about
this dreadful circumstance more than once.  So Charlie knew that the
baseball players stayed as embarrassed as always.  A couple had said that
it became more humiliating as it went on, not less.  There was no getting
used to this.  There was also no getting out of it.  So he took a deep
breath and dropped his underwear.  He tried so hard to control his
feelings, but he couldn't.  This was what he had wanted to say.  He knew
that he was on the verge of an immediate stiffy.  The girls were enamored
with his bare penis right away, but that only got worse for him in the next
moment.  His cock grew and rose quickly for them all.  He'd been naked for
a lot of girls already.  He had even had his erections fondled by some of
them.  He knew already that he would always feel the shame and
embarrassment every time.  This time he was being laughed at by a bunch of
girls while his cock gave them a show.  His body went as rigid as his dick
while the girls continued chuckling and pointing and making lewd comments.

   Nancy looked across at the other boys.  Rick, Frank, and Billy were
pointing out into the world.  Charlie was already all the way there.  Red,
Wendell and Corbin were still soft though.  She had to ask, "Why aren't the
others getting hard?"

   "They will," Shelly said with a smile.  Just wait for it.  Or then
again, we might get some encouragement right now!" Having all the girls
look across expectantly had those three boys lifting off.  The girls had
more fun to smile at and giggle over.  Neither Red or Wendell got all the
way up though.  Like Frank, they only rose partway up.  Red was more than
halfway, but Wendell was only at about seven o clock.  Corbin's stick kept
up a slow march as the girls stared.

   Miss Hartick was glad to see that the girls were enjoying this as much
as they should.  All the same, she wanted to move this along.  She was
making a point.  "Terence?"

   Terence's eyes got huge.  He knew he would have to do this, but it was
still a shock to hear his name and know it was a command for him to
surrender his pride.  It took him a moment to get past that shock, but then
he complied.  He didn't want to get hard, and he thought the anticipation
was part of that.  So he peeled off his underwear very fast.  He stood up
tall with his nice cock on display for the girls.  He looked proud while at
the same time he was blushing furiously.  The girls were practically
holding their breath, waiting for another rise.  It didn't happen this time
though.

   Oh well.  It was time for the last penis anyway.  "Denver?" Miss Hartick
said.  "You're the last one.  Show the girls what you've got under that
jock strap."

   He could have died of embarrassment just at hearing his name like that.
He was the last one in line, and he was the last one chosen to strip off.
He stole a glance at his audience.  They were all staring at him.  There
were eight naked boys in that line up, but every one was watching him as
his unsteady fingers slipped his jock strap off.  The girls made their
little sounds of lust as they got to see his package.  It was Greta who
really enjoyed that the most.  He was the one she liked the most since she
lived next door to him.  She had seen him naked already, but that had only
made her want more.  "I love seeing you naked, Denver.  I always wanted to,
and now I've seen you naked twice.  Are you going to get hard for us
again?"

   "No!" But he was.  He could feel it right away.  All those eyes trained
on his goods.  It was like being under a microscope.  He couldn't help it.
He could feel all the embarrassment rushing to his member.  "Oh man!" The
girls all giggled again right when they could see his dick move.  It was
slow, but it kept on rising.  Denver reached full arousal right away.  That
was all of them, stripped nude for the smiling girls.  It was a line up of
pointing penises.  Not one of the boys had been able to hold out that long.
All of them had started.  It was quite a display, a row of penises at
various stages.

   Mina was breathless.  "Can you believe we get to see the whole
weightlifting team lined up naked like that?"

   "Oh, I've seen it before," Shelly said happily.

   "You have?"

   Greta said, "So have I.  I was there too.  It was at the weigh in.  They
had to take off all their clothes to be weighed accurately, and Shelly I
got to watch."

   Miss Bridle said, "This time you'll get to do more than watch though. 
It's important for you girls to be casual and comfortable with all this
too."

   Red's penis was still rising slowly.  It was so slow that he didn't
think the girls could see it move, but he could feel it.  He couldn't stand
the thought of standing there with a full boner for them all, so he tried
to escape.  "Can't we just go shower now?  I've got things to do."

   Miss Hartick said, "We'll make this quick.  That's only fair.  So
Shelly, when you touch their johnsons, give each one just a moment."

   "Okay, Miss Hartick." Shelly's eyes zeroed in on Rick, the first boy in
line.  He panicked, "You're going to let her touch us all?"

   Miss Bridle said, "It's only to make sure the girls can be as
comfortable as you boys should be.  You'll get used to this, I promise. 
You shouldn't be bothered at all being seen naked by the girls.  You really
shouldn't be bothered by your erections.  You also shouldn't be bothered
when the girls touch you.  You have to able to deal with that."

   "Touch us?" Frank said.  He was truly panicked.  No girl had felt him up
yet.  This was only the second time he had been made to get naked for the
girls.

   Miss Hartick took over, thinking that her authority was needed now. 
"Yes, boys, we're going to let the girls take turns going down that line
and touching each of your penises.  I'm sure you don't mind.  Right?" There
was no answer.  "RIGHT?"

   As many of the boys that could manage it mumbled, "Right."

   So Miss Hartick said, "First, of course, we'll have Shelly do it.  She
is the one that you'll be stripping for the most often."

   The boys looked at Shelly, and she looked at them.  She found the
quivering embarrassment in their eyes just delicious.  She gave that wicked
half smile of hers as she slowly moved in on the first boy in line, Rick.
He was the first weightlifter she had gotten to see naked, so it was
appropriate for him to be the first in line.  Her half smile turned into a
full smile though as she looked across at the other penises waiting for her
hands.

   The girls all gave a delighted little squealing shriek.  Knowing that
the girls were going to feel them all up, the boys couldn't keep their
dicks stalled anymore.  They all started lifting up in response.  Only Red
and Terence managed to keep any control at all, and they were both up to
ten o clock.  The other boys all shot up to full arousal.  The girls
couldn't help some loud laughter at the sudden stiffies from all those
humiliated hunks.  Miss Bridle couldn't help chuckling along, and even Miss
Hartick let her amusement show slightly.

   Then it was time for the hands on part of the show.  Shelly said, "I've
done this with you before, Rick, so I know you don't mind." The look on
Rick's face showed that he did mind.  He was, in fact, so embarrassed by
her hand on his hard on that he looked paralyzed.  His wide eyes hardly
blinked as the girls stared at this show with awe.  He was so hot and so
buff and so naked, and they were all going to have a turn holding his rod.

   Shelly moved over to the next stud.  "Frank, though.  This is your first
time getting touched on, isn't it?"

   While Shelly's fingers playfully ran up and down his stiffy, he managed
to force out the answer, "Yes.  Can you please stop?"

   "Stop?" she asked as she gave him a gentle squeeze.  "Why would I stop?
Oh, I know.  It's because there's still seven dicks in this line waiting
for my attention." Shelly loved the collective groan from those boys.

   She had fun fondling Red, feeling him go from nearly hard to fully
aroused in her hand.  Then Charlie was groped while he stood stock still,
refusing to look at her while she turned his body into her toys.  Next was
Billy.  "This is your first time getting fondled too, isn't it?  You got
away last time because Red and Wendell got in trouble.  I get to feel how
hard you really are this time though, huh?"

   Miss Bridle had enjoyed the stripping of the boys and the erections that
resulted from it.  She wasn't sure that Shelly was being responsible about
this though.  Her concern only deepened as she heard Shelly taunt the next
boy, Wendell.  "How many girls have gotten to see you naked like this
already?  Sixteen.  And now with Nancy and Miss Bridle, it's eighteen. 
Eighteen girls getting to watch you blush and stiffen up.  And that stiffy
feels so good."

   Shelly wasn't as chatty as she fondled Terence.  She was too busy
concentrating on how good it felt to have his dick lift up to it's highest
and hardest while she was holding it.  Shelly had fun mocking Corbin while
she groped him since it was his first time too.  Then finally it was
Denver. She looked back at that row of hard up hotties.  She loved it.  The
entire weightlifting team.  She had seen them all bare naked more than once
now.  And now she had even gotten to tease their cocks with her greedy
hands.  Every one of them.  Every girl in school fantasized about these
studs, and their charms were hers for the taking.

   Miss Hartick told the boys, "Shelly is not the only girl reporting for
the paper.  If any other girl on the paper's staff needs to talk to you,
then the doors to this locker room will be open to them.  So now another
reporter, Mina will have a turn."

   Mina was just stunned.  Normally she was the kind of girl that could
handle anything, but she felt some real hesitation about handling these
penises.  "I, uh, do I have to do this?"

   "Yes, Mina, you do.  For the good of all the girls in the school."

   "Oh, uh, I see.  Uhm, here goes." Mina looked down that penis line up.
Most of the boys had declined a little after Shelly had had her fun with
them.  That was the danger of being part of a bigger group.  Without the
constant attention, they might not stay hard.  That would have been great
if it hadn't been for the fact that they would all just get hard again. 
They hated the way the girls stared while they moved up involuntarily.  It
was another collection of gasps and giggles from the girls as the six boys
who had aimed lower all suddenly rose back up in anticipation of Mina's
fingers.  She was still a bit hesitant, so she only ran her fingers up the
front side of Rick's penis while he made funny sound.  She did the same to
Frank and Red.  The lust of it all caught up to her when she got to
Charlie. She muttered, "Oh, all of you!", while she wrapped her hand around
his plaything.  Every boy down the line from then had to endure a few
moments of the sensuous torture of her gently gliding grip up and down
their goods.

   The boys were starting to get upset with their dicks.  They kept
lowering, which only gave the girls another thing to watch.  Seven of them
were slowly moving downward as Miss Hartick explained, "The school paper
doesn't just have reporters on staff, of course.  Others might need access
as part of story as well.  That's why Nancy is here.  She's the editor. 
Nancy?  Introduce yourself."

   At that, the boys started another liftoff.  The feeling of intense
embarrassment coursing through their rods was only matched by the heat from
their blushing faces.  Nancy wasn't inhibited at all.  She gave each boy a
quick, but happy stroke and squeeze.  She loved Terence and Denver the most
though since they didn't quite reach their apex before she grabbed them. 
She loved not only seeing them harden up, but feeling it as well.

   Miss Hartick said, "Greta is important to the sports reporting of course
since she's the photographer.  She won't ever be allowed to bring her
camera down here, because we do respect your privacy.  She will be present
though, so you have to make her feel welcome."

   The next wave of unwilling salutes did just that.  Greta was all giggles
that the boys would harden up for her just as they had for the other girls.
She went down the line trying to do something a little different for each
one.  A single slow stroke, the next boy got several quick ones.  The next
only had a little squeeze.  Then some tickles up and down each side.  It
was great fun, especially when she got to Denver.  "Oh, I'm a lucky girl.
Thank you so much for being such a hard stud for me, Denver." She groped
him with a special gusto.  Denver squirmed as she played with his penis,
especially since she wasn't stopping.  The other girls had moved aside when
they got the end of the line.  Greta just kept on playing with him while
Miss Hartick said, "The last girl here isn't on the paper's staff at all.
By now you all know that we allow for student observers though.  That's why
Shelly brought along Gayla.  I'll admit that she doesn't really have to be
here, but it's good for the reporting program.  It's good for the girls. 
It's good for the school, and it's good for you boys.  After she's done
with all of you, then you may go shower.  Stay standing here until then,
all right?  Oh, Greta, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you have to let go
of Denver now to make way.  Thank you." When Greta let go of his scepter,
she had to take a quick grab of one butt cheek.  Then she stood back to
watch the show.  She didn't know why it was fun to watch other girls having
their way with the boys, but it was.

   This was Gayla's favorite thing.  She shuddered with delight, and that
make the boys all rise right back up again.  Gayla sighed girlishly.  They
were all getting hard for her happy hands.  Gayla stepped right up and took
Rick's high standing wand in hand.  "Eight," she said, just loud enough to
be overheard.

   Nancy said, "He looks like a ten to me."

   Shelly chuckled.  "No, Gayla keeps count of how many hard ons she gets
to feel."

   Gayla moved over to Frank, and as she fondled his stiffy, she said,
"This makes nine."

   Red was blushing enough to make his name a description.  "Can she keep
score like that?  That's ridiculous."

   Miss Bridle gently said, "She's just being a girl.  She's having some
fun.  Try to get in the spirit of things, and enjoy it yourself."

   How could he enjoy being numbered, "Ten," while Gayla ran both hands up
his rod?

   "Eleven," she said to Charlie.  He told her, "You'd never get to do this
normally."

   "I know!" she said happily.  "Twelve!" she squealed as she got to enjoy
Billy's charms.

   One by one the buff studs had to endure this new embarrassment until
Gayla got to "Sixteen!  I've gotten to put my hands on sixteen naked and
hard athlete cocks!  I love Prellis High!  I'll be there at every meet to
cheer you guys on!"

   "We can go then?" Frank asked.  Unlike the other times, none of the boys
had lost any wood.  Something about being Gayla's trophies gave their
embarrassment a bitter taste that kept their peckers completely stiff and
throbbing.

   Miss Hartick sighed.  She almost felt a defeat.  The boys sounded more
resistant rather than less.  What did she have to do to convince them to
drop their macho act and let the girls enjoy?  "Go ahead, boys.  But
remember, I want you all to be this well behaved every time you have to
take your clothes off for the girls.  Be respectful.  Be polite!  We're not
asking you to do anything you shouldn't." Her good spirits were restored by
the happy chatter of the girls making their way out.  "That was great!"
"The whole weightlifting team!" "Can we come down there again to get a
handle on some muscle?" "Yeah, all that dick was great, but I'd love to
touch them everywhere else too."

   Miss Hartick and Miss Bridle gave each other a nod.  The boys were
having a hard time still, but at least the girls were really learning some
confidence and poise.

   Shelly was on cloud nine.  Cloud nine for nine heart throb, muscle bound
bare naked penis toys.  She didn't think anything could break her mood. 
That was until she got to the parking lot to find out that some of the
boys' girlfriends were waiting for her.  Her blood ran cold.  There was
Lita, Halle and Bobbi.  Lita was the worst.  She was sort of the leader of
Shelly's hate club.  Her voice dripped with victory.  "Looks like someone
let all the air out your tires, Shelly.  We didn't see who it was, but
we'll tell Miss Armstrong about it.  I'm sure that she won't rest until she
finds the culprit."

   Halle was loving this.  "Too bad.  You finally got a car, even if it is
a piece of shit, and now it's stuck here.  Did the other girls leave
already?  It's a long walk to your place."

   Shelly didn't dare answer or look away, but she didn't have to.  They
weren't alone.  Just getting out of a detention was Skunk.  "Now what the
hell is this?  Oh, you're kidding me.  Did you idiots really take the time
to let all the air out of Shelly's tires?"

   Lita tried to sound tough, but even she was afraid of Skunk.  "This
isn't your problem."

   Skunk shook her head.  "If you're going to do something, do it right. 
If you're going to flatten a tire, don't just let the air out.  Slash it.
Of course you need something sharp.  Like this." The switchblade in her
hand changed everything.  All of a sudden, the mean girls weren't so mean
anymore.  Skunk looked over, "That's your fancy car over there, isn't it,
Lita?"

   "You wouldn't dare!"

   "Of course not.  If I ffuck up your car, then how would you give Shelly
a ride home?"

   Halle and Bobbi said, "Oh, no way!" "I'm getting out of here."

   Lita was trapped though.  She muttered curses under her breath, but she
had to actually give Shelly a lift home.  Shelly said to Skunk, "Thanks!"

   "It's nothing.  Just be sure to give me a chance to have some fun with
Lita's boyfriend, Wendell.  He's hotter than hell."

   Shelly wasn't sure she wanted to answer that with Lita standing right
there, but she didn't have a lot of choice either.  "Sure, Skunk.  I, uh, I
don't know when I'll get the chance."

   "I can wait.  Wendell's worth the wait, right Lita?  Oh, look at those
eyes.  I bet she's never even seen Wendell naked."

   Shelly wasn't sure that provoking Lita that much was such a good idea,
but it worked out okay.  The ride home in Lita's car was quiet and tense,
but Shelly couldn't help enjoying it.