Sixteen Scandals
Copyright© 2026 by Zappedfan
Chapter 11: Nurse Stephanie
The disappointment the twelve Peeping Tammies felt because of Mike Driver’s towel was quickly replaced when Handsome Harry opened the latrine door with a fully armed torpedo.
Apparently he was considering Toni Tennille’s request to “Do It to Me One More Time.”
Before the door had closed behind him, Jumbo James stepped out in front of the peepholes, too. He was still relaxed from his cold shower, but none-the-less impressive.
Edna poked Claire with a finger and soon all the other girls followed suit.
“Oh yeah,” Claire said, “I’m falling on that sword.”
Before Harry and James reached the bunk rooms, more male cadets exited the latrines, some exited, some not but all fully nude.
The “Lack of Privacy” wall was experiencing rapid eye movement.
Inside the air chase, the Hofstra girls were keeping busy. At any given moment, some male cadet was slipping and getting coated with baby oil, another was getting his butt flicked and twirling around; another was having his pulse points spritzed with “Torpedo Juice” while another was somewhere up on the benches making his way out.
It was a free show assembly line.
Special attention was paid to the male Hofstra cadets. As their torpedoes were test fired, they were all shocked, bewildered and stimulated.
Susan kept looking back at Bobby and Nancy eventually allowed her to flick his bottom so that he twirled around.
The drying room floor was filling up with towels, each one representing a male cadet that the Hofstra girls had sent down the hallway naked.
Sadly, none of the male cadets were passing in front of the back wall vent anymore since they could walk on the towels and get up on the benches closer to the exit. But they had seen Grade-A Greg and Jumbo James and those were the extreme close-ups they wanted most.
Once each torpedo left the drying room, the four Hofstra girls thought that guy was done giving a free show. But his audience was about to be multiplied by a factor of three.
Out in the hall there seemed to be an endless stream of well-lit nude young men giving full frontal flashes then lingering rear views.
Now that the mix tape was back to dance music, some of the male cadets actually danced a little down the hall. Hips were swaying.
“It’s like being backstage at Chippendales,” Debra said.
“Yeah,” Betty agreed, “Except they aren’t wearing G-strings, we know them personally, and they have no idea we’re watching them.”
“So,” Debra said, “Way better than backstage at Chippendales.”
“No Bronze Bobby, yet.” Cindy said.
“He’ll be here,” Edna replied, “And I think it’s more a copper color than bronze.”
“What can I say?” Cindy replied, “I’m an English major. I like alliteration.”
She took a deep breath and licked her lips as she looked at her male classmates shake their nude bottoms.
“For example,” she said, “Behold the bounty of beautiful boy booty bounding buoyantly beyond.”
The twelve Peeping Tammies giggled.
“Soldier Boy” began playing and, as if on cue, Bronze Bobby stepped out. He had skipped the cold shower that morning and had been affected by the music as well as a strange tingling sensation in his crotch when he toweled off. So he was above average again.
Edna had not seen THAT so close before. She didn’t like some of the heavy breathing she heard coming from her female classmates. But, what could she do?
As Edna watched Bobby dance-walk down the hall she thought, “I could get used to that.”
When he turned and teetered into the bunk room, she thought, “And THAT!”
The Twenty Torpedoes were a little slower getting out of the showers that morning. As the twentieth torpedo left the drying room, Nancy, Jenna, Nellie and Susan heaved a long sigh.
“What if they talk to each other?” Nellie asked.
“What if they do?” Nancy answered, “It’s over. No more showers. That’s why we went last.”
The girls climbed out of the air chase. Jenna dumped the remaining “Torpedo Juice” down the floor drain. Nellie hid the ketchup bottles on the bottom of the trash cans. Susan broke up and flushed the remaining potatoes.
They walked out into the hallway just as the last torpedo was turning into the bunk area.
As the Twelve Peeping Tammies turned around, they were confronted with four Hofstra girls with folded arms.
“Hey!” Nancy said, “This morning was OUR turn.”
“We heard Mike tell them to leave the towels and...” Edna said sheepishly.
“I want it known” Claire added, “That I only went along...”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Nancy said with a smug look, “Let’s go vote.”
It was no surprise that Grade-A Greg won first. He got thirteen votes while Claire voted for Jumbo James and BOTH Edna and Susan voted for Bronze Bobby.
“Why are YOU voting for Bobby?” Edna demanded.
“It’s a free country,” Susan answered.
For second place fourteen votes went for Jumbo James while Edna and Susan again both voted for Bobby.
“Do you want trouble with me?” Edna said stepping toward Susan.
Susan almost stepped toward Edna but the other Hofstra girls held her back while the Fordham girls held Edna back.
For third place, all the Hofstra girls and all the Fordham girls voted for Bobby so this would be the last time his name would come up.
Claire and Cindy also got in the spirit so Bobby received ten votes.
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