Cheerleader Elle is popular

If Monday's match was tiring, then practice was like running a marathon. No wonder these girls were so thin. I could eat five pizzas the day before and each calorie and carb would be burnt off within 10 minutes of cheerleading.

And the session lasted for an hour.

By the end of it, every muscle in my body was screaming in agony. Meanwhile, my rider looked like she was up for round 2. Body Rentals' stupid helmet probably numbed it all out. It must have been a dream come true for her to throw my body around while feeling none of the pain. Her innocent smile plastered onto my face hid the lack of consideration she had for the body of someone that never exercised in their life.

In other words, I looked like a bimbo. Head empty, no thoughts except makeup, cheering and boys.

Finally, it ended. The other girls had gone to the changing rooms discussing movies they planned to watch once they got home while I drank some water at an outside fountain nearby. Before I could join them, the last person I wanted to see walked into view.

"So, Elle, not part of the team, eh?" said Lucas with a cheeky grin on his face.
"I only joined an hour ago," I said, my face involuntarily reddening.
"Wow, congrats! They never recruit members this late." He stepped close to me. "You must be one fit babe."

Bile accumulated in my throat but all he could see was me being **** to blush harder at the innuendo and give a simple "Thanks". He took that as an excuse to continue.

"By the way, have you seen Blue Waffle? Apparently it terrified my sister so much she couldn't sleep for a whole day."
A horror film? They tend to be gore fests or jumpscare-riddled melodrama. Why is he so interested?
"No, I haven't."
"Want to go see it together?"
"..."
"..."
Please tell me I misheard him. "...are you asking me out?"
"Is that a no?"
Say yes. I'm begging you, say yes. "Yes! I mean, no! I'll go! But I'm not sure when I'm free."
"Are you doing anything now?"
I hesitated. "Not really... but I didn't bring any normal clothes."
"I don't mind what you're wearing now."
"I'm also really sweaty."

Lucas folded his arms in defeat. For a second there, I genuinely thought that she would reject him. Instead:

"Tell you what, " my mouth said, "it's not that late. Why don't we meet up in two hours at the cinema?"
"Works for me. I need to shower too anyway."

Watching him leave, my whole body was shivering. I thought it was coming from me shaking in fear but, immediately after he left, I discovered it was from my possessor. And it was from excitement.

I jumped up and down, squealing, as if I'd won the lottery. If I looked like a bimbo before, I acted the part now. My first date was about to be with some muscle-brained jock and I was doing a high-pitched shrill like he asked me to marry him.

The moment she calmed down, my mouth whispered to me: "Oh, Elle, you're a gem. I knew I was lucky to find you but I never thought you'd be this good!"

If I'm a gem, can I have my body back please?

"There's no way I can let you go now. The signs are clear; cheerleading is your true calling. With your body and my brains, Lucas is sure to love us!"

I don't want him to love me, I want to have a say in my own actions!

If she heard my cries, she paid them no heed.

Body Rentals should add telepathic communication to the helmet. If I had at least one minute, I could project into my puppeteer's head more sensible fashion choices than Sunday's tank top and a dark blue pleated skirt that was bunched up above my knees. I did try shouting as loud as I can but it was all for naught by the time Lucas arrived. His voice was friendly but his eyes were undressing me. From the heat rising in my chest, I could tell that the helmet-wearer saw the look. She didn't say a word however, even as he put his arm around my waist and led me inside.

We sat down at the screen right when commercials had ended. The seats were pretty comfortable and most of them were empty so there wasn't any problem with being seen or talking aloud.

There was a problem with how I was sat. Lucas' hand was held in my lap, meaning that his arm was wedged between my tits. Due to the angle, my cheek had to rest on his shoulder but neither the girl mounting me nor the boy smirking at his hand on my legs found an issue with that. At one point, she even purred like a cat in heat. I felt like a third wheel, which only made me angrier that I was **** to watch.

Distracting myself with the movie was my only solace. It was surprisingly engaging and even the lovesick puppy controlling me became invested. The film followed a pious woman as rumours about her supposed sexcapades spread to her local church. She insisted that she never cheated on her husband but, as time went on, it became clear that nobody was listening and she soon had to flee her increasingly violent town. No jumpscares ever happened but a heavy sense of dread was built and you could feel the protagonist's anxiety rising with every scene. The few times something did pop out actually made me jump. Both me and my controller. Lucas didn't make a noise but his eyes were locked on to the screen the whole time.

Leaving the theater made me feel like I could breathe again. Whoever the director and scriptwriter were, I was going to look them up later to try out their other works. I couldn't think of a single thing that didn't cohesively fit the themes or narrative structure, which only made the fear all the more palpable. The whole plot could realistically happen and that was a terrifying thought.

Even more terrifying was the way Lucas looked at me once we reached his house. My film buff brain was too busy gushing on everything I just watched to register the trip there so it was a shock to stop daydreaming and suddenly see the expectation in his eyes accompanied by nothing but the wind. Puppy cut the silence quickly:

"This was fun! Horror isn't my thing but I didn't think I would be sad that the film ended."
"Yeah, the director's stuff is always like that," Lucas chuckled. "One minute you're loading up one of his films on a Saturday morning out of boredom, the next minute the credits roll and you're just left there dumbfounded."

My jaw (mentally) dropped. Lucas? Into films? One of us? I never would have guessed.

"Still, I think this is one of his weaker ones. His other movies are much better."
"Guess you'll have to show me."
"..."
"..."

Silence again. My eyes slowly moved to his lips and my blood ran cold as I realised what she was hinting at. Lucas realised it too but he had a different reaction.

He bent down and kissed me. It was a small peck, nothing much. Unfortunately, Puppy wasn't satisfied with that. She hooked my arms around his shoulders and kept my lips locked onto his. Lucas didn't seem to mind as he pulled my waist in closer. Soon, both of us stumbled through the door and I was led up to his room where our make-out session resumed, sitting on his bed.

I didn't notice when my top came off.

Mostly because I was focused on him kissing my neck. Fuck, he was a good kisser. I shouldn't have been into this but Bimbo was shooting up my arousal to eleven and my mind was getting foggier by the second. His lips trailed down to my chest while his hands were on my back fumbling with my bra. Once I unhooked it for him, there was a solid minute of him staring at my boobs. Only when I looked sheepishly away did he continue.

A brief moment of clarity happened when I felt him tracing his hand to my crotch. Only brief since his tongue had moved to my nipples. Sensitive as they were, I didn't expect to find it hot how rough he got with them. Even more so when he started to rub me through my thong.

I wished he stopped teasing me so much. I spent a good few minutes with his mouth on my boob and his finger stroking my nub. I heard my voice starting to beg and he still didn't give me relief. He just kept edging me, slowing down whenever I came close to orgasm.

Finally, I tugged his trousers down and that's when he picked me up and laid me flat on the bed. He stripped off his shirt and boxers. I was never into muscular bodies that much but the sight of his was one to behold. With his curtains drawn and the door closed, there wasn't much light to see it but what I did see left an impression. I certainly didn't mind.

I was far past caring about my virginity. At this point, I wasn't going to say no to him, even without the Body Rentals receiver. Still, his question about whether I wanted to go on left a flutter in my heart. I could see that he just barely remembered to ask because he had already positioned himself to enter me. Yet all the same, it lit a match under me. I held onto his shoulders once more before giving a small nod.

I did not realise how little it would hurt to have sex. Every book I had described the pain first and foremost so I expected more than a small stab. It almost felt anti-climactic. Perhaps it was how wet I was, perhaps the pleasure overpowered it.

I stopped wondering once he began to move.

We were loud. My arms pulled him in closer and I concentrated on his face to distract myself from the creaking of the bed. We were really loud. I was secretly glad that we went to his place because I was sure that everyone else in the house could hear my moans. Even kissing him didn't cover them up.

I changed course to paying attention to his mouth. His tongue was frantically tangling itself with mine, almost animalistic in a way. He pulled away and started at my throat. I was being ravaged and I enjoyed it. God, I shouldn't have but I did. Being used like a sex toy sent a sick thrill down my spine and knowing that pushed me over the edge.

Good thing, too. Lucas reached orgasm then as well. Something warm poured into my stomach and I realised at that moment that we forgot to use protection. Oops. I wanted to be more concerned but I was still recovering from my climax and besides, the damage was done now. At least Lucas had the sense to pull out and collapse to the side of me. We laid there for a while, staring at each other, listening to each other breathe heavily. I wouldn't say it out loud but I wouldn't have minded staying overnight. Being cuddled as I drift asleep didn't sound so terrible. Unfortunately, we both had school tomorrow so, despite his protests, I got up to change my clothes and leave.

Not without a quick kiss, though.

Annoyingly, I was let go right outside of my place. I had no experience with sneaking in to my own house so doing it without alerting anyone was a challenge. Luckily, Miss Lovesick remembered to text Mum that I was out and that she should not make dinner for me, so everyone was fast asleep. I was a bit hungry but, now that I could move my own body, I just wanted to call it a night. If someone heard me grabbing food, there would be too many questions, questions that I did not have the energy to answer. Such things were best left for breakfast.

Nobody asked anything at breakfast. In fact, everyone acted as they normally did. I guess nobody expected me to even have a date on a Tuesday night.

Whatever the reason was, I didn't complain.

Thank God I passed by Lucas in the morning. My face was still red from... the events last night but I had to make sure no rumours about me were floating around. He promised me that nobody knew and that he wasn't going to tell anyone if I didn't want him to. A sigh of relief left me. He briefly laughed at my reaction before planting a kiss on my cheek and walking off.

Stupid Lucas. Now I was red again.

I hazily walked to my classroom for registration. After the last person's name was called out, the teacher had an announcement to make, which took me by surprise. Most announcements were made on Mondays, unless they were to remind people of events tomorrow. I snapped out of my stupor to listen to him.

"Elle Sinclair will be replacing Christina Golden on the cheerleaders' squad."

Cue whoops and gasps from the whole class.

Crap, I forgot that they announce that.

I meekly took my new timetable from him, which now had a spot allocated for cheerleading. I didn't know what was worse: the girls congratulating me on making the team or the guys talking amongst themselves about how they "always knew I had the body for it". At least the girls were supportive. It took a lot of self-restraint to ignore the two boys behind me making plans to stay after school next Tuesday.

Lunch wasn't much better. Gossip roamed the lunch halls about the "hot new cheerleader" and I received more jealous looks than I liked. I can't believe I used to complain about just being the mousy girl from biology. Popularity wasn't worth it. The only positive was the other cheerleaders asking me to sit with them to eat. I found I didn't really mind their company, even if our interests weren't that similar. It was nice to just sit in the background and listen to them drone on about the stuff they watched last night.

Then they asked what I did last night and I froze. I simply said that I watched a horror movie and prayed that they didn't comment on how flushed my cheeks were. Thankfully, they only asked questions about the film, which I was more than happy to discuss. Even Erika, who was giving me a wary look, joined in.

"Hey!" someone shouted behind me. I turned around to see...