Aftermath

Laurie tried to catch her breath. Around her, she heard that the boys had become quiet - they had been taken aback by the strength of her reaction. They were murmuring amongst themselves, and beginning to dress.

Laurie didn't look up. She knelt there still, her face down, as the man she had just fucked pushed her forwards and moved out from beneath her. The team were moving around the room now, chatting, pulling on their shorts and shoes. Still, Laurie sat slumped, savouring the moment. She felt as if she moved she would forget how the orgasm had felt, and the shame of taking bukkake in a locker room would begin to return. They began to speak to Laurie:

"Honey, you did a great job"

"You're a real star... hit me up if you ever wanna make some money, there's a lot of work for a girl like you"

"See you around, slut".

And with that, they trailed out.

Laurie listened to their voices fade. She stayed there on the floor, til her body began to grow dry and cool. The building became silent - all she could hear was the hum of the electric lights.

After an aeon, she unfolded, and climbed to her feet. Laurie walked like a drunken fawn, her legs numb, pins and needles in her feet. She approached a sink, and catching sight of her reflection, burst into laughter. Her dyed hair was matted, and her skin whitened, with dried cum. Her make up was across her face: the lipstick smeared around her mouth, and the mascara had run like a black waterfall. She was a stranger to herself.

Laurie leaned forward and ran a tap. Slowly and gently she cleaned her face, watching the makeup and mess run into the sink. She pulled her crumpled clothes back into place. She tied back her hair into a pony tail. When she looked again in the mirror, she saw her face, now familiar without makeup, peering back at her.

Laurie stared at that face for a while. It was familiar, but not the same. Beneath the skin, in the eyes, something had changed. Something in the expression... A certain confidence, or fearlessness, that hadn't been there before. She smiled, and walked out of the gymnasium and back towards the car.

Dan was still sat there, waiting. A look of relief flashed over his face as she approached, and took a seat in the back behind him. "Are you OK? Did it all go, erm, alright?"

"Do you have my money?"

"Huh? Oh, yes"

Dan opened the glove box, and took out an envelope, which he passed to her. Laurie folded it in to, and stuck it in her bra without bothering to count.

"Drive me home"

They traveled back to the dorm in silence. Laurie got out of the car in front, and walked up alone as Dan looked for somewhere to park. She flopped on her bed without showering, still in the cheerleader's uniform, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

*****

Laurie had changed. When she woke up that morning, she peeled off the uniform and dropped it straight into the bin. As she showered, she felt quite different in herself. She knew now what her body could do: the pleasure it could bring her, and the affect it could have on others. She had a confidence in herself that came from knowing she would never do anything again as scary as taking on 11 strangers alone.

Nobody ever found out what had happened with Laurie and the squad. Dan kept his silence, and the boys didn't recognise her. Laurie excelled on her Master's program, and grew in popularity with her peers. She and Alex separated amicably after a few years - they had just grown apart.

Today Laurie lives an ordinary, successful life with her fiance - Laurie told him she'd never done anything kinkier than spanking. She works an normal office job, and earns good money.

You might even know her yourself. She might be the woman sitting next to you on the train, or the lady supervising you at work. Or maybe, she's the woman sleeping next to you in bed tonight, or the one standing beside you on your wedding day. A nice, normal girl who you would never dream had got there by sucking and fucking for cash - it's her little secret.