May as well get it over with

Ignoring the blush you feel forming on your face, you pull the pom-poms up to your chest. You take a deep breath, struggling to think of a cheer you can say. You stick one arm up, sticking your ass out to the opposite side, "4 - 3, come on now, cheer with me!" You bring your arm back down, sticking the other up an moving your ass to match, "2 - 1, take the ball and run!"

You bring your other arm up and kick your leg as high as you can, flashing your panties to the girls who are giggling at your little cheer.

Your sister yells at you, "Turn around, a little ass-action always get the crowd pumping!"

You oblige, turning to face the wall and shaking your ass side-to-side. Despite how embarrassing this is, you can't help but feel excited. You're glad the girls can't see how red your face is right now... and that they can't see how hard you are.

Lilly chimes up, "Okay, that's enough of the cheering."

Relieved and exhausted, you turn around and plop yourself down on the floor.

Katrina walks up to you and looks you over real quick, "She did an okay job with the cheers, but we can always teach her that." Katrina grabs your chin and tugs your face to look at her, inspecting you almost, "I'm wondering how she'd handle the _other _cheer duties. What do you say we give her a trial Alex?"

Alex stands up and walks over. You didn't notice her do it, but she's now wearing a long black strap-on over her tight jeans. "I think that sounds like a good idea. Okay gurl, cheerleaders have to 'de-stress' the athletes before big games." She slaps your cheek with the strap-on, "Let's see if you can handle that...