Panicked, Jon froze. After the fact he was sure that if he had tried he would have been able to find a place to hide his naked body to save himself the humiliation, but at that moment the world seemed to stop for him.
That's why, when the girl's tennis team walked into the locker-room he was found standing in the middle of the room, buck naked, face red with embarrassment.
First they paused, staring at him, unsure what to do about it, then the first giggle started. That turned into another, and another. It didn't take long before all the girls were guffawing, pointing at him (well, rather at his penis). A couple girls were laughing so hard they were crying. Jon wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
After she could breathe, Amanda Griffin, captain of the team walked up to Jon and, between giggles, said, "What, you thought you'd come in here and impress us?"
Jennifer Penner joined in, "With that little thing?"
Another round of laughter. One of the girls circled around him and smacked him on the ass. Another grabbed a towel and flicked it at his penis (which seemed to have shrunken half-away, probably in fear of the situation.
"Look, girls," Jon started, suddenly not enjoying the wish, humiliation washing over him, "I'm sorry. This was a really bad idea. Could I borrow a towel and I swear, I'll just leave." He folded his hands in front of his privates to cover himself, only to have them whipped away by another twisted up towel.
"Oh Jon," Amanda breathed, "You're not going anywhere, not yet at least..."
