Cheerleaders' locker room, 6:30

The game Tanya is cheering at tonight is between her school, Cayoh Community College, and the Southside's 'International Academy.' While neither one is particularly prestigious, the big difference is that the IA is known for its decent academics, and CCC is known for nothing at all, so CCC definitely has the better sports program.
You show up to the Cayoh squad's locker room at 6:29 on the dot. You want to make sure you're there to follow through on the tardiness rule you set at the mall, though you don't seem to need to enforce any of your mandates; they are simply followed. As you walk into the locker room, you smile at the sight before you. Seven fully-clothed cheerleaders stand in their uniforms in front of you, some with pom-poms in hand, some with ribbons in their hair, but all of them with tightly drawn faces, waiting to see if you'll be causing them any trouble today, or simply stripping them down to skimpy clothes. The eighth one is Tanya, and she's still dressed in nothing but her white sports bra, holding back her massive jugs.

One of the cheerleaders, a freshman girl with a cute face, platinum blonde hair, and a high, perky chest, Gia, says, "are we in trouble, Controller?"

You say nothing. You'll start in a minute. You watch the clock on the wall above the lockers, all the young women standing or sitting still and attentive, waiting for your decrees.

At 6:30, when the minute hand ticks over to the line, and nobody else has come in, you smile. "Are we all here then?"

"Uh, no," says Tanya, looking down, frustrated, but pretty subdued about it, considering her own state. "Tia and Mara are both... late."

You turn to the rest of the Cayoh College cheerleaders, and begin explaining. "Well, as I told your Captain earlier today: come late? Cheer naked. So Tia and Mara will just have to..."

"Ohhhh my god, sorry I'm late, Gia!" says a spunky young woman bursting through the door behind you. "I got stuck on... wait, what's going on here?" The girl is Tara Gripes, a skinny 20 year-old girl with a tight little body, currently under a frumpy windbreaker and, for contrast, the type of booty shorts that are so tight on the leg, they create a small bulge of thigh under the bottom, her little ass wrapped up like a present.

"Hi, Tara. I'm the Clothing Controller, and I'm afraid you're gonna hit the field naked tonight. Starting now, take it all off."

Tara blinks a few times. "Because I'm late?"

Before you can even say a word, Tanya, in her bra and nothing else, her nipples barely bumping up the fabric, says, "yes, Tara. Because you're twenty-five seconds late."

"Ugh, fuck," says the little cheerleader, as she shrugs off her oversized jacket, and drops it on the floor. Underneath, she has on a form-fitting a-line shirt, emphasising the slender, serpentine curves of her little body. The shirt comes off, exposing her pretty B-cup handfuls, her smooth stomach, and her cheap silver sapphire belly button ring. She sighs, and wiggles her way out of her shorts, which are so tight that the process involves throwing her hips and ass from side to side and shimmying the shorts down over her thighs.

Tara had no panties on underneath, and she stands unashamed before you, her stubbly mons drawing your eyes down, briefly, before your gaze is drawn back up again. Tanya, and some of the other girls in the room, are making strange waving gestures, their hands shoving the air in front of them, their eyes darting to the door.

They're motioning, signalling another tardy squad-mate to bail completely, rather than enter. It's too obvious, though, and you turn around, and see a tenth cheerleader, Mara, standing in the doorway, a look of confusion across her pretty, round face. Then, she sees you, and you relish the way her confusion falls off her face, replaced with a tepid dread.

"Oh, the Clothing Controller," she says, slowly chewing her lower lip.

Maya Romero is a half-black Latina, one of the only splashes of colour on the otherwise very blonde, very Caucasian CCC squad. She's wearing a loose-fit pair of grey CCC sweat pants over a black leotard with a scoop neckline, highlighting her deep cleavage in a totally opposite way from how her sweats highlight her big, round ass. Maya takes one look at you, then Tara, then the clock.

"I get it, I'm late." She starts to pull down her big baggy sweat pants, but then stops, her thumbs hooked in the waistband, and shifts her weight all to one side, her head tilting, curious, as she takes in the squad captain's appearance. "Do I get to keep a bra on, cuz I got tig ole bitties like Tanya?"

Tanya, Tara, and you all simply shake your heads 'no', and so Maya resumes her undressing. The sweats slide down to her ankles, and while she steps out of them, it gives you a moment to appreciate the way the V of her pelvis frames the V of the rather small crotch of her leotard, which itself frames a pretty enticing camel toe. You don't look long, though, because she slips the whole leotard off too, revealing her dark brown nipples, the dark black fuzz of a well-groomed triangle above her huge, thick pussy lips, and everything else on her curvy, dark brown self.

"I don't know if I can actually cheer like this, though." She says, expressing the same concern her captain Tanya had earlier.

"Well, I'm not a Cheer Controller, so, you can cheer or not, as far as I'm concerned, but whatever you do tonight, you'll do it dress like this, Maya," you tell her.

Tanya slumps. "Maya, if we skip a game, the school will kick us off the squad."

For just a moment, the air in the room is heavy with your cruel pronouncements. The girls contemplate their fates on this suddenly demeaning and difficult squad. But they don't go anywhere.

So, you begin your briefing. "Now, that was a lot of time spent dealing with tardiness, but lets move on to the rules of tonight's game."