An annoyed Amber

The next morning you’re startled from a fitful sleep by someone pounding on your apartment door.

Blinking blurriness from your eyes you stumble out of the tangle of sheets your bed had become from the night before. As you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you gasp. Your normally lustrous red curls are a tangled mess, still around your neck is the collar Becky had put on you last night with the leash dangling between your breasts, one of which had a small love bite just above the nipple which stood out on your fair skin, and you can see a sticky film around your mouth that must be the remains of Beckys pussy juice. “Oh my god!”, you think taking in your reflection. Your hand running from your lips down to your neck tracing the edge of the collar, “I look like….”

Just then you hear your text alert go off hesitantly your pick up your phone “Open the door slut. Unless you want the other teachers to see me standing by your apartment door looking like this”, reads the text from an unknown number.

“Shit, shit, shit” you mutter quickly wrapping a sheet around you before hurrying to the door. “God is she back?”, you think to yourself not knowing if you’re more excited or scared by the prospect of Becky coming back to have her way with you again.

Yet when you open the door you’re shocked to find not Becky but Amber standing there. The diminutive cheer captain glares at you, but some of the bite is taken out of her glare by the rest of her appearance. Her blond hair is pulled into two high pigtails held by pink hair scrunchies, with long strands left loose framing the sides of her face. Her eyes have been done up with a smokey pink eyeshadow and dark eyeliner. Her lips are coated in a shiny pink gloss that seems to glisten in the morning light.

As your gaze travels down her body you see she’s wearing a collar almost identical to yours, except instead of the bells it has the word “captain” written on it is rhinestones. Her top is a tiny white halter that’s so tight you can clearly see she’s not wearing a bra under it as her nipples are straining against the fabric leaving her tone midriff bare. Around her hips is a wide black leather belt that’s looped through a tiny pleated skirt that’s a plaid pattern of the cleopatra colors of blue and grey. To finish off the outfit she has on white thigh high stockings and her cheerleading shoes.

“I’d ask if the cat had your tongue, but I know where it’s been lately”, she scoffs pushing past you and into your apartment.

You stand there stammering as Amber walks into the living room and tosses her cheer bag on a chair before flopping on to the couch. “Well are you going to shut the door or do you want all your neighbors to see you standing there wrapped in just a sheet with that freshly fucked look?”, she says with a smirk looking you over crossing her legs.

Blushing furiously you shut the door and take a deep breath before turning back to Amber, who is managing to look both annoyed and aroused at the same time. “Amber what are you….why are you here?” You manage to stammer realizing what you must look like to her at the moment.

“God she really did fuck you senseless didn’t she? Not that it would’ve taken much”, Amber groans letting her head fall back which you try and fail not to notice how that makes her perky breasts thrust out in that tiny top. Slapping her hands against her thighs she looks at you with mock cheerfulness and says “I’m here to pick you up and get you ready for a weekend of fun with Mistress Becky, who thanks to you, has complete control of the cheer squad until Monday.”

As you stand there in shock Amber leans forward placing her hands on her knee and snorts “Yeah that was pretty much my reaction when she came traipsing into my room to show me that little video of you. Now as much as I’m enjoying the view”, she motions with her hand up and down your body, “thanks to you we’re on Becky’s timetable. So get that tone little ass of yours in the shower so I can get you dressed and we can go meet her highness and see what you’ve gotten us into”.

When you stand there stunned at Ambers implications. She lets out a huff before standing up and grabbing the leash that’s still attached to your collar and giving it a tug leading you back to the master bath.

Once there Amber turns on the shower before turning to you “Hurry and get cleaned up, I’ll have your outfit ready in your room when you’re done.” As she walks out of the room she smacks you on the ass making you jump and drop the sheet. “And don’t forget to put your collar back on when your done. After all thanks to you we’re all Becky’s pets this weekend”, she says with mock cheer.

As the warm water washes over you, you can’t help but wonder just what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into. Becky had said something about having forfeits on the rest of the squad after she had her way with you, and you remember both Taylor and Amber explaining how teachers and students used the forfeit system to gain advantages and perks form each other. “The school couldn’t really condone them being used for something like this could they?”,you think. The idea of the all female student body and faculty using the system as way to use anyone on campus for any sexual desire they had sends a shudder through you that’s as much arousal as fear.

Stepping out of the shower you place your hands on the vanity and lean forward looking up at your reflection in the foggy mirror. “What the fuck is happening to me?”, you think. “First I let some cheerleader collar and fuck me in my own apartment, and now there’s another one waiting in my bedroom to dress me?!” Despite how embarrassing the thought is you can’t deny how it’s turning you on no matter how much you try. With a groan you look away from your reflection and dry yourself off before wrapping a towel around yourself and opening the door to the bedroom.

Unfortunately, the sight that greats you does little to alleviate your conflicted emotions.

Amber is laying on your bed, her short skirt hiked up to her hips with one hand rubbing her pussy through her white panties, her top pulled up and held in her teeth, as she holds her phone up with the other hand. Her breathing is ragged and her skin is flushed. From the phone you hear yourself moan “I’m a bad girl, bad little cheerslut. Getting fucked, ohhhh god,fuuuuucked by one of my students.”

Your startled gasp draws Amber’s attention and she looks at you with a mixture of arousal and annoyance, “You were supposed to be MY little cheerslut trophy, instead you gave it up to bimbo Becky”, she growls setting the phone down and rolling over onto her stomach kicking her legs up behind her. “But don’t worry the school years just started”, she purrs as she slides off the bed letting her skirt fall back into place and fixing her top before sauntering over to you and grabbing your chin, “you’ll have plenty of time to make it up to me”. She then grabs the towel you’re wrapped in and yanks it off as she steps back. “Mmm even better live than on camera”, she’ll purr looking over your body. Sighing she shakes her head and says “Sadly there isn’t time for you to start making it up to me right now. Mistress Becky is expecting us so as much as I’m enjoying the view it’s time to get you dressed”.