A nude tryout

I made my way into the gym. The entire squad was there, waiting, but I was the only one who had shown up for tryouts. I was a bit puzzled by this, but maybe everyone else had already been and gone earlier. The tryouts did start during the last period of the day, and girls who wanted to try out were allowed to skip last period if they chose to. They just needed to get a note from Tiffany saying that they were there for the next day. I decided not to take that option, and waited until the school day was over.

Tiffany smiled ans waved as I entered the gym. She looked at Linda, and motioned to her. Linda walked over to the door, and locked it. I should have found that odd, but it never registered, mostly because I was pretty excited and psyched up to be trying out.

Tiffany addressed the entire squad I was walked up to them. "Okay, I want Stacy and Linda with me. The rest of you, hit the showers. You're free to leave. The three of us will judge our newest recruit's performance." The three remaining girls watched the others file out of the gym, and into the locker room. Once they were all gone, Linda locked that door too.

"So what's up with the locked door?" I asked.

"This is a private tryout" smiled Tiffany. "We want to see what you've got."

"Well of course" I said. "That's what I'm here for."

"I don't think you understand" said Linda, licking her lips. "We want to see everything."

"That's right" added Tiffany. "Now take off your clothes, and hand them to me."

"Take off my clothes?" I was stunned! "But... why?"

"We want to see for ourselves if you've got what it takes to be one of us" Stacy chimed in.

"Very interested!" exclaimed Linda. She looked at me like she wanted to **** me, or something.

"Now, which would you prefer?" asked Tiffany. "Either take off your clothes, and hand them to me, or we'll take them off for you. Hurry up and decide. We haven't got all night."

I know my face turned red with the embarrassment I was feeling. The only door that didn't seem to be locked was the one leading to the boys' locker room. There was no way I was going in there! I sat my book bag down on the bleachers. I took off my jacket, and handed it to Tiffany. Tears of embarrassment started to roll down my cheeks as I unbuttoned my uniform blouse, and pulled its tails out of the waistband of my skirt. "Everything?" I asked. I didn't notice Stacy filming me at first with a palm sized camcorder.

"Everything!" Tiffany accentuated. "Now stop stalling, and get those fucking clothes off!"

I jumped, and started to cry harder. "But why is she recording me?" I slipped off my blouse, and handed it to Tiffany.

"Don't worry. It's just something we all did when we first tried out" Linda said in a more soothing tone. "No one else will ever see it, and you'll get it back."

I decided next I would just slip off my black loafers, then my white knee socks. I picked them up after removing them, and handed them to Tiffany. Then I finished removing my blouse, and handed that to her as well. Next was my skirt, which left me standing in front of them clad only in my underwear. So much for synchronicity, I thought to myself. "Can't I at least keep my underwear on?" I pleaded.

"No!" barked Tiffany. "Everything means everything. I'm not going to tell you again."

I unhooked my bra, and handed it to her, trying to cover my exposed breasts with one arm. I tried to wiggle out of my panties with one hand, but it was almost impossible, so I hooked the waistband with both thumbs, and shimmied out of them.

"I want her panties" Linda spoke up. Tiffany tossed them to her, and she held the crotch of them up to her nose, and inhaled. "Oh, girl! You smell so good! I could just eat you up right now!"

I stood there naked, trying to shield my exposed personal parts, not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Drop your arms at your sides, and turn around slowly" Tiffany ordered me. "We want to see everything you've got."