Cheerleader

Images swirl around in Jessica's head. Images of football plays, cheering crowds and cheerleaders. There are also flashes of guys' cocks and naked men and women in locker rooms.

My name is Brandi. Brandi with an "i"

My name is Brandi, Brandi with an 'i'"

I am a college cheerleader.

"I am a college cheerleader."

I am not very bright.

"I am not very bright."

I suck my way to passing grades.

"I suck my way to passing grades."

My body and mouth are my only assets.

"My body and my mouth are my only assets."

I love to flaunt my assets.

"I love to flaunt my assets."

I rely on my looks and sex to get by.

"I rely on my looks and sex to get by."

I am a bisexual nymphomaniac.

"I am a bisexual nymphomaniac."

Brandi woke up some time later. She looked in the mirror and liked what she saw.

She smiled and saw a backpack with a class schedule and practice schedule on it. She looked at it. Tomorrow was her fist day of classes.