Hold cheerleader tryouts

"You know, Amy, if you really want to be cheer captain, I could probably make that happen for you," the janitor said.

"Really?" Amy brightened. "How?"

"Well, after you graduated, there was a scandal about all the favoritism that goes on, so they put me in charge as an unbiased judge of what makes a good cheerleader," he said.

"Oh my God!" Amy exclaimed. "Why couldn't they have done that while I was still here?"

"Well, you're here now," he pointed out. "And the wording of my appointment as cheerleader supervisor is broad enough that I can make literally anyone cheer captain. Even a graduate. Even a silly little bimbo enthralled by a magic bone!"

"Oh my gawd, Mr. Horner!" Amy exclaimed. "I'd be sooo grateful if you made me captain!"

"I'm sure you would be," he agreed. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. I can't just give you the position! My reputation as an impartial judge would be ruined! I've got to at least have you try out!"

"Of course! Of course, Mr. Horner! I'd love to show you that I'm the best cheerleader for the job, even if I am a silly little bimbo!"

"I do so love your attitude, Amy," the janitor praised. "You've definitely got a shot at being cheer captain. But anyone walking past the gym might look in on us. We should do your try outs in the girls' locker room."

"Wherever you say, Mr. Hornerl" she agreed.

She walked towards the locker room in front of him, swaying her hips as she did do. She knew he was an impartial judge, but having him impartially judge her ass couldn't hurt.

"Should I see if there's a uniform that fits me?" Amy asked once they were in the locker room.

"Oh no!" The janitor said. "That was one of the sources of bias I eliminated! The rich girls with their personally tailored uniforms and fancy designer bras and underwear had an unfair advantage! So I insist everyone tries out in the buff so they rely entirely on their personal assets and not daddy's money!"

"Oh my God, that's so smart!" Amy said as she began to strip. "Sheila never would have beaten me with out her God-damned fancy sports bra!"

"No doubt!" He said. "You clearly have the bigger natural talents!"

Amy dropped her bra to confirm his statement.

"Damn you're talented!" He exclaimed, and she giggled and stripped down the rest of the way and then bent over to pick up and stow each discarded piece of clothing to further emphasize her natural talents.

"OK then," the janitor said. "Let's see if you're Cheer Captain material!"

He handed her a pair of pompoms and sat down on a bench where he could get a full view of her.

"Do you know the standard cheer "I'm a Whore!"?" He asked.

Amy gasped. She didn't know that cheer! Mr. Horner said it was standard and she didn't know it! She was such a stupid bimbo! She was already failing!

"Oh, I'm sure you know it," he pressed, waving the wishbone at her.

Amy's head tingled and she sighed in relief. She knew that cheer! Of course she did! It was a standard!

She put her pompoms against her naked hips and stood erect in front of the man who could make her dreams come true. She could do this!

"Ready?" She shouted out, then raised her right pompom high. "O!K!,"

"I'm! A whore! I'm such a whore! I'm! A whore! I'm such a whore!"

As she chanted, she threw her pompoms to one side and her titties to the other to punctuate the cheer, then reversed both pairs on the next beat. She kept her pompoms below the level of her titties and the above, but never in front. She knew what people wanted to see!

"I'm! A whore! I'm such a whore! I'm! A whore! I'm such a whore!"

She jumped and twirled and landed with her legs spread, her ass towards the judge. She dropped her pompoms, looked over her shoulder at Mr. Horner and swayed her ass back and forth while she chanted and rubbed her hands along her flanks.

"I'm! A whore! I'm such a whore! I'm! A whore! I'm such a whore!"

She did a backbend so her titties were once again pointed in Mr. Horner's direction, smacking her in the face, then raised her legs up and moved them around to the beat, spreading wide and showing off the flexibility and strength of her legs and the glistening throb of her twat. She felt like such a whore!

"I'm! A whore! I'm such a whore! I'm! A whore! I'm such a whore!"

She rolled back to an upright position, grabbing up her pompoms in a fluid motion. She raised the pompoms above her head, then out to the side, keeping the view of her naked body clear as she gyrated and bounced.

"I'm! A whore! I'm such a whore! I'm! A whore! I'm such a whore!"

And then she went into her final, leaping, bounding and jiggling finale.

"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'mmmmmmmm SLUTTY!!! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yaaaa!!"

Amy stopped bouncing around and a few seconds later her tits did too. She stood before Mr. Horner, panting, dribbling and grinning. Cheering made her so fucking horny. She really felt like such a whore.

"That was spectacular, Amy!"the janitor praised, and Amy nearly swooned. He liked her! He really liked her!

"Thank you, Mr. Horner, sir!" She said. "I did my best!"

"Well your best would definitely get you on the squad," he conceded. "But if you want to be Cheer Captain, the try out will need to be a little more involved. How willing are you to work for it?"

"Very willing, Sir!" She pledged. "I'll do anything to be Cheer Captain!"

"I believe you!" He said, pointing at her knowingly with the wishbone.