Candy is seeing you in your birthday suit

You hurry along the corridor, glancing out of the window and glad you'd managed to avoid the worst of the snowstorm that was blowing outside. Unfortunately, the icy roads meant you'd been delayed, and were now late for class.

Not paying attention to where you were going, you almost collide with someone.

"Sorry!" you say, before realising who it was...and where you were.

"I've been meaning to speak to you, Sam," Candy said.

"Look, I didn't mean what I said about cheerleading-" you gabble, but too late; the Asian grabs your arm and pulls you into the locker room...where you're confronted by the entire cheerleading squad.

"Err...hi, guys," you smile weakly. "Look, can we do this later, I'm already running late for-"

"Seeing as you think cheerleading is a waste of time," Candy interrupted, "We wanted to see your skills, as you're obviously speaking from experience."

"Candy, wait-"

"Strip. Now." When you hesitate, Candy steps up to you and plucks at your jacket. "Or we can strip you instead if you'd prefer."

"No!" you blurt out; being forcefully stripped by a dozen girls was far worse than voluntarily handing over your clothes. Besides, you doubted they'd take much care while doing it.

Trying to remain as calm as possible, you crouch down and untie your trainers. You slip off your shoes and socks, gasping slightly as you place your bare feet on the cool tiles.

Straightening up, you shrug out of your jacket and pull your t-shirt over your head, shivering as your torso is exposed to the chilly air.

Your blush deepening all the time, you unbuckle your jeans, slip them down your legs and over your feet.

Reduced to just your underwear, you do your best to not look scared, but can't do anything about the shivers running through your body; you were starting to regret your decision to religiously shave all of your body hair.

After a few seconds of silence, Candy rolled her eyes and tutted.

"Did I say stop?" she asked, folding her arms. Her comrades had been collecting your outfit the moment each garment left your body; if you wanted to walk out of there in more than just your underwear, you would have to go along with the cheerleader.

With your face now burning, you reach behind your back and unhook your bra. You allow the garment to slide down your arms and tumble to the floor. Inserting your thumbs into your panties, you slip your final piece of clothing down your legs and extricate them from your feet.

You immediately cross your arms over your body, staring at your bare toes.

"Arms down, Sam," Candy commanded. "It's only us girls here."

You shake your head silently, blonde hair brushing your bare shoulders. You knew it was silly to cover up. After all, you'd all seen each other naked in the showers before; but when you were the only one nude and were being intimidated by the entire cheerleading crew, it felt very different.

"Looks like Sam wants to walk out of here in her birthday suit," Candy remarked. "Danni, you may as well start trashing her clothes, she's not going to need them."

"No, wait!" you drop your arms, and Danni, with all of your possessions bundled into her arms, pauses.

"That's better," Candy smirked, walking slowly around you, touching, poking and squeezing you as she went.

She weighs your right breast in her hand, giving your nipple a painful tweak. You shiver as she runs her nails down your bare back, before laying a firm slap on your buttocks. Stepping back in front of you once more, Candy reaches down and traces a singular finger around your crotch. You're repulsed by her touch, but the Asian smirks when your body reacts to her.

"I knew you'd like that, seeing as no one else has ever had their hands down there."

"W-what?" you blurt out, your face going from red to white. How did she know?! It was true that you'd never gone past second base, but you weren't friends with Candy, so had never had that discussion.

"Don't pretend. Everyone knows you're frigid. And you're very well groomed for a virgin."

Without warning, the Asian lays a powerful slap on your pussy. The pain is so sudden and intense that your legs give way and you collapse to your knees, feeling as though you're about to throw up.

"Someone get this virgin some kit."

Once you stagger back to your feet, someone chucks a small bundle at you; a cheerleading outfit. It's the last thing you want to wear, but when the choice was this or nothing, it was a no-brainer.

It doesn't take you long to realise that the lycra is way too small for you. The shirt is like a crop-top on you and leaves far more of your stomach on display than you're comfortable with; the shorts barely fit over your buttocks and feel like they could split at any moment. But worst of all is the shoes. You have to sit down to wrestle your bare feet into a pair that are at least two sizes too small.

"Perfect," Candy smiles, even though you know the exact opposite is true. "Come on, girls, we're late for training, thanks to this virgin."

She grabs your hand and pulls you after the rest of the team.

"Can I at least tie my hair up?" you ask as you stumble along in your poorly-fitting shoes.

"No, I think you're fine as you are," Candy decided.

The sports hall felt even colder than the locker room...or maybe that was just your fear.