A group of cheerleaders

One blonde head, one brunette, and one redhead in knee-high uniform catches your eye. You brighten at the sight and think this would be a perfect opportunity to try out your new title.

"Valerie, Emily, Donna." They hadn't noticed you, but at your voice, they perk up. "How you girls doing?" you address them while they're laughing at some undoubtedly funny anecdote. When they see you, however, they stop dead in their tracks.

"Oh crap," Valerie tosses her shoulder length hair sideways, "King Kyle! Oh my.. god!" Then, in a gesture of absolute alien territory to you, she walks up and wraps your body in a warm tight hug against hers, leaving you slightly speechless. "We're doing greeat! Even better now you're here." Before your erection could go timber, she withdraws, hands still on your shoulders, then nudges the other two girls, who were mostly fidgeting in place. "Em? Don?! Come on!"

"Right, sorry!" The cute Emily sheepishly looks up, then with her cropped, elegant hazel hair runs up to give you another tight hug and even a peck of a kiss on your cheek. Next is Donna as she smiles at you with twinkling eyes, then proceeds to envelop you in her voluptuous body. She rubs your back tenderly, squeezing you against her very well-endowed chest, and you take in her probably brand name fragrance with spine-tingling pleasure. Never before has something like this, or a girl like this, felt so real and up close; so intimate.

When all three girls are lined up they seem to give an automatic bow of their heads. "Your highness."

Being the king you are, you stand in goofy jaw-hanging amazement at the sight, replaying the events in your head.

Firstly, the feeling of their warm bodies against you. Secondly, the fact they were acting so affectionate in the first place. And now this... this willing, unequivocal subservience. It was straight out of some teen comedy dream sequence!

And from girls who would've given you no time of day just seconds ago. Who you were even sure were the same three that had mocked you during PE the other day under muffled breaths after you'd accidentally tripped over a rock. Now here they were, standing in reverent admiration of -- well, of you! You, Kyle Smith, of all the gobsmacked people on this lame spinning earth.

Breathing in, you returned to reality to see the girls seemed a little wavering, like they weren't quite sure where to go from this, and how long they were supposed to wait. Then you remember you probably have remained silent for a good three minutes or so just sizing things up. Shaking your head, you hold up your hands assuredly which their downturned eyes automatically flick to.