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 With every step toward Miss Bridle's office, Steve's indignation grew.  He
almost felt confident.  When he walked through the door of her office, that
was all gone.  It had only been a few hours since he had been forced to do
nude jumping jacks for Shelly and Miss Bridle.  How much worse could this
be?  It didn't have to be worse though.  If were anywhere near as bad, then
it would be mortifying.

   "Hello, Steve," Miss Bridle said.

   "Do I sit or stand or what?" he said.  He was trying to be nonchalant,
but he could already hear the tremor in his voice.  "Is it just us?"

   "If you'll follow me," she said.

   She seemed easy going enough, so Steve almost stopped worrying.  Where
was she taking him though?  Not far.  "The locker room?"

   "Yes, Steve," she said.  "It's appropriate, don't you think?"

   "For what?"

   "Steve, you boys are going to have to learn respect.  I realize that you
don't think you should have get naked for Shelly or the rest of us.  I wish
I knew how to explain it to you.  You'll just have to accept my word for it
until you do understand.  In the meantime, I want you to learn to at least
be polite.  All we're asking you to do is act natural.  Right?"

   Steve was amazed.  She was as nutty as Miss Hartick.  She thought it was
natural for him and the others to just strip off their clothes on command
for Shelly and her cronies?

   When he didn't answer, Miss Bridle sighed.  She was beginning to
understand Miss Hartick's exasperation with these boys.  Why did they
insist on being so reluctant to do something as small as undress?  Well,
Steve was going to learn a lesson.  He followed her into the locker room.
He was stunned to find a dozen girls there, waiting nervously.  He panicked
"Wh- what's going on?"

   Miss Bridle told him, "Steve, you're just going to do what you do for
Shelly when she's down here."

   "Wait, what?  You mean you want me to, you want me to take my clothes..
You want me to show all these girls..?  Oh no."

   "I'll be honest, Steve.  I had been planning this psychological
experiment for a while.  You volunteered to be first today."

   "Miss Bridle, come on!  There's too many girls here!"

   "Yes, and there's only one of you," she said.  "That's the point. 
Usually you boys are a large group, and the girls are a small group.  I
wanted to see what the difference would be if one of you boys had to get
naked for a large group of girls all on his own.  I don't think we've done
that yet."

   The girls were a mass of gasps, whispers and giggles.  Steve could tell
from their eyes that most of these girls didn't really think he was going
to have to show them everything.  How many girls had already gotten to see
him naked?  Fifteen?  There were never so many all at once, and he was
never the only boy having to bare himself.  His stomach turned ice cold,
his knees wavered, and the hairs on the back of his neck all stood on end.
He could already feel a slight tingling of an embarrassment erection.  He
concentrated on it.  He had to banish that.  He might not have a choice
about stripping for these girls, but he refused to get a boner for them to
enjoy.

   Miss Bridle was already smiling.  It wasn't a mean spirited smile.  She
was just eager to see some more dick, and she thought it was the best
thing, even for Steve.  "Now girls, I want you to spread out a bit, all
facing this way.  You'll all get a good look.  I promise."

   Another round of nervous female giggles made Steve realize that except
for Miss Bridle, none of these girls had seen him naked.  Every one was a
new girl to him!  He almost fell over when he realized that.  Did Miss
Bridle do that on purpose?  "Um, Miss Bridle, I, uh, I'm not sure-"

   "Whatever it is, Steve, it can wait until you're naked." That created
another storm of giggles.  "Now, I want you to get down to your underwear.
Quickly, please."

   "So he's going to leave his underwear on?" one girl said.  Another girl
said, "Nope!  I was in Mrs.  Stemmerich's art class when they made four of
these hunks strip off everything!  We're going to see it all!" Another
round of excited giggles sounded.  Steve was filled with embarrassment
already, and he hadn't started stripping yet.  When Miss Bridle gently
reminded him to start, he got to it with quaking fingers.  He could hear
all the girl noises, the intake of breath, the little squeals, and all
those horrible giggles.  Piece by piece his clothes were cast off, dropping
to the floor with drama while the girls' enticement grew along with Steve's
nervousness.  He was undressing in front of so many girls!  Not one or two
or even three or four.  There were so many!  His heart was pounding when he
stood there in just his underwear, all those happy eyes feasting on his
body.

   "Oh, I can't wait!" "Is he really going to take that off too?" "He's the
hottest guy ever!"

   Miss Bridle had to talk over the excited girls.  "Now, Steve, this is
nothing that should bother you.  You have nothing to be embarrassed about.
The sooner you boys understand that, the sooner you'll be comfortable with
all this."

   Comfortable with this?  Being forced to strip naked and surrender his
pride for any girl they wanted to invite along?  He had to hide his anger.
He tried to act unbothered.  The girls could see how nervous he really was
though, and he knew it.  That only excited them that much more.  At last
Miss Bridle said the fateful words, "Go ahead and take that off please,
Steve."

   She always said please, and she always meant it.  As though it was a
request.  Steve took a deep breath and he slipped off the last of his
clothes.  He stood there buck naked, with no cover and no dignity as the
girls chattered and giggled over his exposed dick.

   "Look at him!  Look at that!" "eeeEEEeE!" "I can't believe it!  I can't
believe we're really getting to see his dick!" "hee hee hee, don't look so
shy, Steve!" "Oh, is that like the biggest penis on the team, Miss Bridle?"

   "Well I haven't seen them all, but there are only one or two I know of
that are bigger.  I quite like Steve's piece though, don't you?"

   "YES!" all the girls shouted at once.  Steve colored up even worse than
before.  He couldn't believe he was being made to just stand there buck
naked for them all like this.  But he wasn't feeling the tingling in his
penis.  He felt the embarrassment throughout his body, but the dreaded urge
to erect wasn't there at all.  When he realized that, he felt a touch of
pride.  They could strip his clothes off, but they couldn't force him to
perform.  Not this time.

   Miss Bridle saw the look in his eyes, and she misunderstood it.  "That's
better, Steve.  It's not so terrible, is it?"

   Yes it was, but he wouldn't say so.  He didn't know how in the world he
was staying soft in that circumstance, but it wasn't even difficult.  He
knew that Miss Bridle was waiting for it, but it wasn't happening.  So she
decided to move things along.  She didn't even sound disappointed when she
said, "Steve, I'm sure the girls want to see you from the other side too.
Don't you girls?"

   "YES!" "Make him turn around!" "Oh, I've got to see his ass!"

   Steve turned around easily.  With his cock turned away from their eyes,
his embarrassment diminished greatly.  The girls were still checking him
openly and vocally, but he didn't feel bothered now that his intimates were
out of view.  So it was a big irony when he finally felt the call to rise.
No one saw his eyes widen.  No one heard him whisper, "Oh no.  I was
keeping it down this time!  Oh man!" It was like his penis had been
electrified all at once.  His rod was filled with a powerful sensation as
it started moving upwards.  "No no no!" But it wasn't stopping.  It wasn't
slowing down.

   "Steve?  You can turn back around now."

   No he couldn't!  "Uh, but, Miss Bridle, uh, are you sure the girls are
done with that side?" Not only was he not slowing down, he was erecting
faster.  He had to delay them.  He had to regain control.

   "I appreciate that you're trying to get into the spirit of things,
Steve, but the girls are almost ready to say good bye.  I want them to have
another look at your penis first though.  Okay?"

   "I, I...  They've already seen it!"

   "Steve, turn back around."

   He hung his head in shame, but his cock wasn't hanging at all.  It was
completely stiff, reaching upwards.  When the girls saw his exceptional
erection, there was a moment of stunned silence.  Then they all burst out
laughing.  Steve covered his cock.  "Stop laughing!  It's not my fault!"

   Miss Bridle sighed.  "Steve, you have to let the girls look.  You know
that."

   With great effort he moved his hands aside.  He was helplessly hard and
nude for a dozen girls.  Some of them he shared classes with.  The laughing
wasn't as loud, but the girls were still giggling and whispering.  And
pointing!  He kept seeing the fingers aimed at his boner.  "Can I get
dressed yet?  You said it was almost over!"

   Miss Bridle said, "Almost.  There's one last thing."

   "No!  Come on, Miss Bridle!  There's too many of them!"

   She agreed.  "You know, I think you're right.  I won't let all the girls
touch your penis.  Only three of them." The girls shrieked in excitement at
that.  Miss Bridle continued.  "Pick three girls please, Steve."

   "Me?  You want me to pick the girls to play with my..?  You can't be
serious."

   "Steve.  Choose three girls.  It's all part of what I'm trying to learn
here.  If you can't choose three, then I'll choose six."

   "No, wait!" he panicked.  "Okay, okay.  Give me a second." He had to
force himself to make eye contact with the girls.  He had been desperate to
avoid that until that moment.  He heard the girls trying to get his
attention.  "Pick me, pick me!" "No me!" "Over here, Steve.  I've always
had a crush on you."

   He paid attention.  He was going to pick the quietest, shyest girls from
this motley crew.  "Uh, uh, her, in the blue shirt."

   Breathlessly, the chosen girl said, "Me?  You're letting me?"

   "Yeah, you.  And you, in the glasses over there.  Isn't your name Gina
or something?"

   "Gianna." Her gratitude was evident in her voice.  That wasn't really
comfortable, but it beat the smugness he was used to.  "My name's Gianna."

   "Okay, Gianna.  And, oh man, Margaret."

   She didn't say anything.  She just let out an amazed squeal.  A few of
the unlucky girls celebrated for the three Steve had chosen.  "Go get him,
Margaret!" "Oh, you lucky girls!" The rest of the girls grumbled about it.
None of them turned away though.  They all watched with that same
fascination as Steve's last pick, Margaret, went first.  She carefully put
her fingertips on his dick like she wasn't certain what would happen.  Then
she pulled her hand back fast while giggling uncontrollably.  She only
needed one more try to really feel his dick.  Steve's face was hilarious as
she got to enjoy his hard on in her hand.  Her giggling stopped.  She just
stared at her own work as she wandered from the middle to the top to the
bottom to the top again.  At last, she let go and stepped aside, breathing
heavily.  She whispered, "Thank you, Steve."

   Steve rolled his eyes.  Then it was Gianna.  She was timid, but not
quite as much as Margaret had been.  Steve had to force himself to hold
still while she gently moved her hand along his shaft, then down to fondle
his testicles, then back up along his dick again.  She thanked him several
times while she played.

   Steve reminded himself that it was nearly over.  He was just dying of
shame and embarrassment.  The last girl had to introduce herself, since he
hadn't known her name.  "I'm Edina.  I think you'll remember that."

   Steve's eyes shot open wide.  This girl was not timid at all!  She had a
twisted smile that rivaled Shelly's.  She gave his cock a few happy little
squeezes before he made sure to fondle and stroke it all over with
authority.  "I never thought I'd get to do this," she bragged.  "Are you
enjoying this as much as I am, Steve?"

   Edina taunted him while she felt him up.  The other girls were shocked
that Miss Bridle let her talk like that.  Steve wasn't.  He knew that this
was part of the girls "enjoying their urges." He knew what the girls could
get away with, but that didn't make it any easier on him at all. 
Especially since he had expected this girl to be so different.  Miss Bridle
actually had to tell her to let go when it became clear that she wouldn't
stop on her own.

   Miss Bridle scribbled some last notes down while all the girls continued
to stare at Steve's fabulous cock.  Then, at long last, it was over.  Miss
Bridle told him, "That was good, Steve.  You behaved better than I
expected. I do expect you to show more respect during an interview.  You
will though, right?"

   He mumbled, "Yes, Miss Bridle.  Can I get dressed now?"

   "Certainly.  Girls, tell Steve thanks."
   "Thank you, Steve!"