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 Miss Devasquez felt a special thrill.  She couldn't be one hundred percent
certain that these women were all honest about the invitations.  Audrie had
gathered women from every news outlet that could be trouble.  Along with
Audrie, the reporter from WLNB, there were editors from two newspapers and
news directors from two other channels.  They were all women, and they all
looked very eager to see the boys for themselves.  They all brought along
lady photographers to preserve the moment.  They had asked for video
instead, but Miss Devasquez wasn't quite ready to make that leap.  Photos
were enough.  To make sure she had her own mementoes, Miss Devasquez had
brought along Greta, the photographer for the school newspaper.  Shelly was
there of course.  Mindy was in charge of the show.  While Miss Devasquez
sat the women down and explained it all, several boys were nervously
preparing in another room at Mindy's direction.  The boys had no idea who
they were showing off for.  All they knew was that they were at Miss
Devasquez's place, getting ready for another humiliating round of
blackmailed nudity.  It was going to be terrible, but it was better than
having naked pictures of them spread around to every girl in school.

   Miss Devasquez told her special guests, "I think you'll all enjoy this.
You're all encouraged to be quite vocal in your encouragement to the boys.
They won't really appreciate that, but you certainly will.  I'll tell you
now, the more embarrassed the boys are, the more certain it is that they'll
rise to the occasion, if you catch my meaning." Miss Devasquez was pleased
to hear the excited little whispers from these respectable women.

   Mindy poked her head in the room.  "Are we ready yet?"

   "Bring them in!" Miss Devasquez watched the first of their showpieces
trudge in with his eyes downcast.  He was wearing nothing but his jock
strap and his baseball cap, his fit young body almost entirely bare for a
room full of women he'd never met.  Miss Devasquez told her audience, "This
is David, one of our baseball players.  I'm sure his uniform gave that
away." The laughter at her joke satisfied Miss Devasquez greatly.  David of
course surged with warm embarrassment.  He finally realized that there were
cameras preserving his predicament.  "Hey!  You didn't say anything about
pictures!"

   For a moment the photographers stopped clicking away, except Greta,
since she was delighted to have permission to openly get her snapshots of a
gorgeous, nearly naked athlete.  Miss Devasquez told them, "You can take
pictures.  He'll even turn around so you can get his better side, won't you
David?"

   David turned a furious scarlet, but he turned around giving them all a
nice look at his toned derriere.  Cameras started clicking away again and
the ladies in the room were full of quiet commentary.

   Miss Devasquez had him turn back around again before she announced the
next boy.  "When we interview the boys in the locker room, they're either
undressing or they're getting back into their every day clothes, like Paul
here."

   Mindy had to give Paul a little push to get him to walk in the room. 
His "every day clothes" was nothing more than his underwear, white briefs
with nothing else to protect his sexy build from view.  The women in the
room were all a twitter again at the sight of a second boy with next to
nothing on.  He was made to stand next to David so that everyone could ogle
them together easily, and the cameras could easily get them both in the
shot.

   Miss Devasquez kept the show going.  "Of course, I think I like it best
when a boy is ready for the showers, like Chris here." Poor, sweet,
handsome Chris was nudged in by Mindy.  He had a towel around his waist,
but that was all.

   Miss Devasquez let the women take in the sight of sexy Chris in line for
just a few moments.  Then she introduced the next blackmailed athlete. 
"The baseball team isn't our only source of interview material.  Prellis
High also has a very accomplished weightlifting team.  Corbin is here to
represent them.  Corbin came in wearing his weightlifter uniform.  It was
tight and revealing, but nowhere near as much as the other boys' outfits.
So Miss Devasquez told him, "I think the ladies would like to see a bit
more of you, Corbin.  You wouldn't mind bringing that down the top of that
outfit would you?"

   Corbin gave her a stony look as he started slipping his clothes down to
his waist.  That fabulous, muscular form definitely gave the media mavens
in the room a thrill.  They were completely silent for a few moments except
for the cameras frantically capturing every moment of his exposure.  From
the waist up his body was uncovered.

   Miss Devasquez said, "Finally we have one last boy, Philip, our star
pitcher.  On special occasions, like this one, we like to have the boys
dress up.  We like a real classy, professional look." When Philip walked
in, instantly washed in shame, he was wearing one of the waiter outfits
that Mindy had gotten for the boys.  A bow tie and a black thong, and
nothing more.  The women in the room just howled in laughter.

   Miss Devasquez knew she had them.  Audrie had done a great job bringing
all these women together.  She gave Audrie a knowing wink.  It wasn't going
to be hard keeping their special reporter program out of the press now.

   Miss Devasquez walked behind her buff boy line up as she said, "You all
came here expecting a show, and this is just the beginning.  You see, when
Shelly and any of her chaperones go to the boys' locker room, we are
guaranteed to see what we want.  We get to really enjoy the boys' bodies.
All of their bodies." At that moment she whipped off Chris's towel, making
him yelp and throw his hands down over his manhood.  There were gasps and
chuckles, and the cameras kept taking it in.  Miss Devasquez took hold of
Chris's wrist.  "I said, we get to see all of your bodies, didn't I?"

   Chris let out an exasperated wail.  He had to move his hands and let
them all get an unfettered view of his bare cock.  That brought about a
round of loud commentary.  "Whoo whoo!" "Oh my gosh, he's really naked!"
"Audrie, you're my competition, but you're also my best friend." "He's
gorgeous!  Look at that!"

   Chris covered up again while he blushed, but Miss Devasquez gave his arm
a little nudge to get him to bare himself again.  "Boys?  Don't the rest of
you have something to show these ladies?"

   With groans, hateful glares and trembling fingers, the boys all lowered
their outfits to give up their goods.  Their modesty was removed again, as
they stood there, a line up of five fabulous, unwillingly bared penises for
greedy women and professional photographers.  Miss Devasquez enjoyed the
show as much as any other woman there.  She said, "Our rules for the locker
room interviews are simple.  The boys are required to remove all of their
clothing whenever Shelly chooses to ask them any questions.  Other boys can
be brought along just to add extra nudity, in order to demonstrate the
boys' willingness to accept a female reporter and also to make sure that
Shelly and any other girl she brings is completely comfortable.  We want
you all to enjoy the same kind of environment that Shelly does on a regular
basis.  Boys, it's good to see you cooperating by exposing yourselves like
that, but I think you'd better just slip those completely off.  Full
nudity. We're going to keep you all totally naked until it's time to go. 
Oh, but you can keep the baseball cap and the bow tie on, okay?"

   The worst part of that was knowing that they were going to stay naked
ornaments.  The boys did as they were told, stripping down all the way. 
The reaction that Miss Devasquez was waiting for happened while the boys
were doffing what little they started with.  Chris and Paul both started
slow rises to fame.  Of course Miss Devasquez had to comment on that.  She
had to raise her voice a bit to overcome the giggles and murmurs of the
women watching the young men.  "I'm sure you've all noticed that two of our
volunteers have decided to call out for extra attention.  That's not
uncommon at all.  In fact the boys get erections nearly every time they're
made to get naked for us.  Isn't that nice?"

   The wide eyed stares from all around made the boys squirm under the
scrutiny.  David, Corbin and Philip joined the other two, surrendering to
the urge of embarrassment.  The shrieking discomfort filled their loins and
brought them all to a very visible status of expansion.  It was a great
variety though.  The rate of ascent was different for every boy.  None of
them were arriving fast, so the ladies got to watch with thrilling
anticipation as one penis after another reached the halfway point, and then
slowed down a little once they got beyond that.  None of them stopped
though except for Philip.  Miss Devasquez noticed that the other boys' trek
to the height of humiliation continued unabated, but Philip just stalled
right there with this penis pointing straight out into the room.  That was
going to be useful.  First she had to demonstrate just how far their
reporting program could go though.  "Now it would be unfair of the boys to
undress and erect like this while denying the girls their natural
instincts. We don't pretend that the girls aren't interested in the boys'
bodies of course.  That's why we allow them to touch the boys." A shock of
fear ran through every one of the embarrassed studs.  Surely Miss Devasquez
wasn't going to do this.  They knew they were going to displayed naked, but
was she going to let all these women put their hands on them?

   Miss Devasquez was next to David because he was at the end of the hottie
line up.  She ran her hand down the front of his body while the watching
women gasped and smiled.  Then David let out a funny little noise and stood
straight and tall suddenly as Miss Devasquez's hand reached his penis.  She
let her gentle grip run from bottom to top before she cupped his balls.

   Then she walked behind the ever increasing boys to the other end of the
line where Philip's half master waited.  She was behind him, her hands on
his shoulders as she said, "Philip, would you care to be our first party
favor?"

   "Wh- wh- what?  I, uh, are you, OH!"

   Miss Devasquez had taken a hold of his cock, and she urged him along
like a pull toy to the first of the media V.I.P.s.  "Go ahead," she said,
releasing Philip.  He had risen just slightly as he had been forced along.
The giggling woman there tried to refuse.  "Oh, I couldn't.  It's just not,
um, you know."

   But Miss Devasquez urged her on, moving her hand over to Philip's
waiting tool.  She screamed in shrill pleasure as she took his penis in
hand.  Photos commemorated the moment as she got to toy with him.

   Philip was beet red.  Miss Devasquez moved him along with a little pat
to his ass, "Go on to the next one, Philip."

   "Oh man!" As he stepped away, he yelped as he took a pinch from that
first woman.  The next woman waiting didn't have to be convinced.  She
started enjoying his charms the moment he was in reach.  Miss Devasquez had
waved over the next boy in line, beefy Corbin.  After a little bit, the
boys were moved on to the next waiting woman.  One by one each of the boys
got hard as a rock as they were forced to make the rounds.  All of the
media mavens got to handle each of the five unlucky studs.  That wasn't
where the fondle train stopped either.  Mindy and Audrie made sure to urge
the boys over to the lady photographers for some fun.  While the boys had
to blushingly accept the hands-on advances of all four of the professional
camera women, Greta made sure to get that all on film.

   That was part of their plan.  In case any of these women had any idea
that she might double cross them, they couldn't.  They all knew that Miss
Devasquez and her high school paper photographer had evidence that they had
all taken part in this mass groping game.

   "Now if we could get down to business," Miss Devasquez said.  "Any of
you that want any refreshment, a drink or some of these delightful sweets
Mindy baked, you just have one of the boys bring you some, and they'll be
happy to do it.  Right, Paul?"

   Paul had managed to calm down slightly since he wasn't in arms reach of
any of the women.  He blushed anew when Miss Devasquez singled him out.  He
muttered something that only he could hear as he got a cup and a plate to
bring over to his teacher.  She didn't take both at once.  She took her
drink in one hand while her other hand took a quick liberty, grasping his
amazingly stiff embarrassment hard on.  Then she took her plate.

   The display was perfectly understood by the others.  Every few moments
one of the boys would be summoned to one of the waiting ladies so that they
could have a snack, a drink and a quick grope of an ever stiff penis.

   While the embarrassed, naked young waiters fulfilled their duties, Miss
Devasquez explained the situation.  "Of course we want to keep our special
reporting practice out of the media.  We've got the school and the school
board both on our side, but we don't want the kind of widespread attention
that you ladies could give us.  I don't think we have to worry about that
after today, but it wouldn't be fair to give you all just one taste of fun
in exchange for your help."

   There was a sound of agreement from all the women, especially the one
who was at that moment tickling her fingertips all over David's cock and
balls.

   Miss Devasquez told her new accomplices, "We can't just have you all
crowd into the locker room though.  Even without fear of media attention,
we still need to play by Miss Hartick's rules.  Without her, none of this
happens.  Now I've already spoken to her.  She's deluded enough to think
that media support would help us.  So she agreed to have a special
correspondent accompany Shelly during her interviews from time to time. 
That's Audrie Guffey, of course.  I'm sorry to any of you that would have
liked that spot, but Miss Armstrong contacted her first so she got the
position.  However, every time we invite Miss Guffey along, we'll happily
include one of you as well.  There can't be any cameras in the locker room,
I'm afraid.  The photos you have today will have to suffice."

   "How often will you invite us along?" one woman asked

   "I don't really know yet," Miss Devasquez said.  "I can't do it every
time, so I'll have to play it by ear."

   "Hey, just give me a call anytime!" another woman said, and the others
all happily agreed with that.

   "Are there any questions?" Miss Devasquez said.  She answered a few
questions about what the actual locker room practices were.  What were they
allowed to do and what was against the rules.  Miss Devasquez enjoyed the
entire time.  When they got through it, it was time for the last bit of
fun. "All right, gals, now that we're almost ready to call it quits, I want
to give you the chance to get any last pictures you want."

   The grumbling boys were made to stand next to any woman who wanted a
memento.  Photos clicked again and again, sometimes with one of the lusty
ladies' hands on their anatomy.  "Now for the last thing," Miss Devasquez
said.  "We need to decide who gets invited first.  I think to be fair,
we'll play a little game.  Whoever gets the high score gets to come along
the next time we bring Audrie to the locker room."

   Mindy handed out some plastic rings.  "One at a time, try to toss your
ring over one of the rods.  Whoever gets the most wins!"

   The boys' reactions ranged for furiously dark blush to pale and
horrified stares as they were lined up, boners awaiting the game.  Rings
were thrown and women cackled, cheered, booed and bragged as rings fell to
the floor, a few landing around a waiting cock.  At long last the boys were
permitted to leave so they could get dressed and go home.  Miss Devasquez
announced the winner.  "Four rings makes Janice Shultz the winner.  We look
forward to bringing you along to see more of our school pride!"