Your is complete

The power spread across the stage, showering the senior jocks in misery. They start with a few scratches before it escalates into a **** grapple at their flesh. Their hands disappear inside their clothes as they rend at their own skin.

Kara is the first to lose control. She literally rips her uniform off as she scratches at herself. The other quickly do the same, their modesty now forgotten in the attempt to stop itching.

Denise stares out at the now cheering crowd and shocked teachers, wondering if the humiliation is worth the comfort. A quick itch at her thigh is all it takes to decide. She has the clothes off in seconds.

Now the girls are trying to cover themselves while continuing to scratch. Their skin is red and bright in the gym lights. Some have raced away to the lockers to find towels. The rally has become total chaos.

Dana has her hand over her mouth, keeping her laughter muffled. She knows that if you two get caught, it's all over. When she has control over herself, she leans on you for support. You try not to focus on her tits as they brush your arm.

"That was the best prank ever!" She says. "Now run!"

You both sprint off the balcony as fast as your feet will carry you. Neither of you stop running until you're on the other side of the school. The hallways are still clear and no one is around to catch you.

"So," you say, trying to make conversation. "Should we find some clothes now?"

Dana shakes her head. "Uh-uh. Now we get outta here."

"You mean leave the school?" You ask. "We could get caught out there!"

"I know some back alleys we can use," she says. "Or would you rather get caught naked by the principal after pulling that kickass prank?"