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 A NOTE TO THE READER: Usually this series dives into some light hearted
CFNM action as fast as possible.  That's the way our loyal readers like it.
This chapter has no naked boys in it at all though.  This is only the
second time that we've done that, but this chapter is just a set up for a
few chapters to come.  So, if you need some more action fast, then go ahead
and skip this, but if you can stand it, go ahead and read so you know
what's going on.

   It wasn't a locker room day.  Neither of the teams had practice.  All
the same, Miss Devasquez, Mindy and Shelly were gushing over some nudie
athletes.  This time it was just photos.  They were the first photos they
had of Chad and Paul.  Mindy squealed and Miss Devasquez purred.  Shelly
was already imaging some fun with those two boys.  "Now they'll do whatever
we want."

   A knock on the door made Miss Devasquez rush to put the pictures in her
desk.  Mindy carefully unlocked that door only when she knew it was safe. A
very professional looking woman with glasses and perfect hair came in.  "I
hope this isn't a bad time."

   "I know you," Shelly said.  "You're Audrie Guffey from channel WLNB."

   "Thanks for watching."

   Miss Devasquez felt a shudder.  A reporter?  A famous reporter?  "What
can we do for you?"

   "If you're not too busy, perhaps you could answer a few questions.  I'm
here doing a story on your sports reporting program.  I take it this is the
precocious Shelly Marks?"

   Shelly realized the trouble they could be in.  She saw it in Miss
Devasquez's eyes too.  They had protected themselves against the school
faculty and even the school board.  Would the program continue if a big
time reporter told everyone in the state about it?  "I - I'm Shelly."

   "Oh good.  I was really only hoping to talk to Miss Devasquez, but it's
better if you're both here."

   Miss Devasquez tried to control the situation.  "What, uh, what brought
your attention us?"

   "One of your fellow teachers called in a story tip.  Miss Armstrong.  I
thought it sounded like an interesting piece, breaking down social barriers
and all.  I'm beginning to get the idea that there might be more to it than
I expected.  There are a lot of rumors here at Prellis High."

   "I suppose there are.  Rumors are rumors."

   Miss Guffey nodded.  "Rumors can make good press."

   "Well if you'd like the truth, we can certainly help you with that."

   There was no getting out of it, so Miss Devasquez answered Miss Guffey's
questions carefully, and certainly not honestly.  Shelly helped out as much
as she could.  Mindy tried to avoid being noticed.  Miss Devasquez couldn't
tell if Miss Guffey was buying her story, but she did her best.  "It's true
that the boys might decide to change or shower while we're down there.  Of
course we give them time to take care of that first.  And they have plenty
of warning before we'll show up.  We want to be sure that the boys receive
all the proper respect."

   Miss Guffey was taking down some notes while she said, "I see.  Before I
came to you, I spoke to Miss Hartick, the Vice Principal.  It was her idea
to institute this program, wasn't it?"

   "It was," Miss Devasquez said, wincing.

   "She described the situation quite a bit differently.  So did Miss
Bridle."

   Miss Devasquez didn't say anything right off.  Miss Hartick and Miss
Bridle weren't just perverts.  They really thought they were doing the
socially responsible thing.  Miss Hartick in particular would have gone
into detail about Shelly's escapades.  They were doomed.

   Miss Guffey said, "Miss Hartick and Miss Bridle both informed me that
the boys are required to undress completely during any interview regardless
of how many girls and women are present.  They aren't even allowed cover
their penises with their hands.  Are you telling me that's not correct?"

   "Well, you see, it's really a question of expectations."

   "I see," Miss Guffey said with an amused smile.  "I got the impression
that the boys are not willing participants and that they are always highly
embarrassed when they're forced to bare their penises."

   Miss Devasquez couldn't keep up.  "Forced is kind of a strong word."

   Miss Guffey said, "Miss Bridle seemed very concerned about the boys'
discomfort with their own sexuality.  She said that they are the most
embarrassed when they get erections in front of you ladies.  She even told
me that their penises get completely erect every single time.  Is that
really true?"

   Miss Devasquez started to stammer out an answer, but Shelly interrupted.
"Hold on.  That's your third penis question in a row.  What are you really
here for?"

   Miss Guffey smiled easily and took a seat.  "At first I was here to
write a little uplifting piece about modern social breakthroughs.  Then,
after talking to Miss Hartick that changed.  I'm not sure the woman's all
there, but I'd hate to be the one to tell her that.  I thought I had a real
story then.  I was going to run a scandalous piece if it was true, and I
can tell that it is."

   Miss Devasquez wasn't sure if she was still worried.  "Is that still the
story you're going to write?"

   "That depends on you," Miss Guffey said.  "You see, I didn't just talk
to Miss Bridle and Miss Hartick.  I talked to a few of the boys on the
baseball team as well.  Oh, and one of the weightlifters.  You really get
those boys naked whenever you want?"

   Shelly knew she could reel her in then.  "Any of the boys on either of
those teams.  Maybe you'd like to come to the locker room with us once, for
the sake of your journalistic integrity, of course."

   "That sounds like a good idea, Shelly," Miss Guffey said.  "I don't know
how many of the boys are that good looking, but just the ones I met were
sexy as hell.  It's my duty as a reporter to know more."

   Mindy even got involved then.  "All the boys are hot!"

   "Well, not all of them, surely," Miss Guffey said.

   Miss Devasquez told her, "No, Mindy's right.  Every boy on the baseball
team and every boy on the weightlifting team is good looking.  They're all
in athletic shape too.  Oh, and you'd have to see it to believe it, but
they all have very attractive equipment."

   Miss Guffey's eyes were almost watering with anticipation.  "And you
could bring me into your locker room?"

   "Anyone we want," Miss Devasquez said.  "Of course, out of professional
courtesy, we'd expect a certain kind of story."

   Miss Guffey dropped the game altogether.  "How about no story at all?  I
think your Miss Armstrong was trying to get you in trouble.  She should
have called Ken Baker or Nathan Kendall.  Instead she got me.  I can afford
to drop the occasional story, and I've never had a better reason.  Is it
possible for me to choose a boy in advance?  I mean, could you show me a
yearbook or something?"

   "I've got a better idea," Miss Devasquez said.  "Why don't we head on
down to the locker room tomorrow.  There's a baseball practice.  We'll let
you choose three or four boys to enjoy right then."

   Miss Guffey almost melted on the spot.  "We can do that?  We can just
pick a boy out like that?  And more than one?"

   "Well, Shelly will only interview one or two.  The others will be there
just to add some scenery."

   "Does Miss Hartick know you do all that?"

   "Of course.  She insists on it.  If the boys don't cooperate, then it
would be disrespectful to us as women.  Then they'd be booted off the team,
and none of them could live with that.  Prellis athletes are the princes of
their town.  This year it just comes at a high price."
   Mindy couldn't help the punchline.  "The emperors have no clothes!"