Free Perfect Streak by Lexington Manheim

four,” said the second
officer.
    “ Call maintenance,” Dr. Z
instructed Mrs. Ross. “See if they’ve got some kinda covering we
can use.”
    At the moment, Hildy would
have been content to wrap herself in a dirty drop cloth—anything
that would bring a stop to this extended nudie show.
    “ No answer,” Mrs. Ross
reported, holding the phone receiver to her ear.
    “ Where the fu—!” It was as
close as Hildy, or anyone, as far as she knew, had ever heard Dr.
Zabrinski come to uttering a curse word. “ Where the hell is the maintenance staff ? ”
    What none of them knew at
the time, but Hildy learned later, was that the entire maintenance
staff was then occupied listening to a tale being told by Mr.
Pressley about a naked girl he found outside the building. The
staff’s rapt attention to the story meant, for the time being, no
one was picking up the phone in the maintenance office.
    Hildy saw the fuming
provost bite her lip.
    “ Well, we’ve got to get
them the hell outta here.” With a look of urgency, Dr. Z turned to
the cops. “I need to restore order to this school. And I can’t do
that while there’s four naked girls on campus. You can see what
kind of mob this incites. We’ve got a dangerous situation on our
hands.”
    “ Understood, ma’am,”
acknowledged the first officer. “But, if we just walk ‘em out like
they are, isn’t that gonna incite even more?”
    “ I don’t see how it can
get any worse,” reasoned the provost. “What’s left that everyone
hasn’t already seen? The faster they’re outta here, the better.
I’ve got an academy to run, and I can’t do it with them here.”
    “ Our car’s right outside,”
said the first officer.
    “ Gonna need a second car,”
advised the other policeman. “I’ll call.”
    Hildy sat dumbfounded as
she listened to this conversation. If she understood correctly, the
cops were going to walk them outside and drive them to the police
station naked. As if enough people hadn’t already seen them, now
people all over town would have the opportunity. Any bus passenger
or anyone with a high-profile vehicle coming alongside would get a
bird’s eye view of the naked girls in the cop car. And, if the car
came to a stop at an intersection, any nearby pedestrians would
also be sure to get the peep show of their lives. It would be just
like the scene in the movie that had sparked Hildy’s exhibitionism
fantasy. The problem was Hildy’s fantasy dream had turned into a
freaking nightmare.
    “ You can’t take us out
there like this!” argued Hildy. “Not in front of
everyone!”
    “ You’re streakers, but you
don’t wanna be seen naked?” was the stout cop’s incredulous
question.
    “ They picked the most
public opportunity they could,” Dr. Z informed the officers. “A
general assembly when everybody would be there.”
    The cops gave knowing nods
to each other. One leaned close to the provost.
    “ We’ve dealt with
exhibitionists before.” He whispered it to the provost, but Hildy
could still hear what he said. “Believe it or not, they typically
put up much less resistance if we take ‘em away while they were
still naked. Gives ‘em what they want. You okay with
that?”
    From just beyond the
office door, a lascivious invitation was shouted at full volume by
a youthful male voice in the corridor.
    “ Hey!—any more girls wanna
streak?!”
    That prompted a chant
of “Streak! Streak! Streak!”
    Further commotion
occurred, this time from outside the office windows, where a crowd
of students gathered. Faces, with hands cupped about the eyes to
shade the glare of the sun, pressed against the glass. People
jostled each other, trying to elbow their way in for a better view.
Even Hildy had to admit to herself that this had the look of a
situation that could spiral out of control and possibly even get
violent.
    Dr. Z’s face
purpled. “Get these nudies outta my
school!” she demanded.
    “ Second car’s on its way,”
said the