My Jam!

The beat and the first lines of the background chorus hit, causing Shelly to throw her hands up. Lauren made eye contact with Bridget, rolling not just her eyes but her whole head. Bridget merely shrugged her shoulders. She couldn't mock what was about to happen. Not with how many similar acts she'd performed with Tinny as a duo over the years. They'd even roped Cassie into a few performances to complete their best friend trio. It wasn't all that different, as Shelly pointed at Cookie, her best friend, to start the lyrics.

"All right! Stop whatcha doin', 'cause I'm about to ruin the image and the style that ya used to. I look funny-- but yo, I'm making money, see. So, yo, world, I hope you're ready for me," Cookie sang. "Now gather 'round, I'm the new fool in town, and my sound's laid down by the Underground. I drink up all the Hennessy ya got on ya shelf. So just let me introduce myself--"

"My name is Humpty, pronounced with an Umpty," Shelly sang, taking over from her BFF." Yo, ladies, oh, how I like to funk thee. And all the rappers in the top ten, please allow me to bump thee. I'm steppin' tall, y'all, and just like Humpty Dumpty, you're gonna fall when the stereos pump me. I like to rhyme, I like my beats funky. I'm spunky; I like my oatmeal lumpy. I'm sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack. But sometimes I get ridiculous."

A pair of brown-haired seventeen-year-olds rushed across the ballroom's dance floor. The smaller of the two dragged her best friend so hard that the sexy brunette wondered if her dress might fall down. Not that Nikki Fitch cared; the sultry piece of jail bait thought it might help her chances of landing an older college guy. Maybe a friend of the college student that Dove Flavin pulled her toward.

"Penn! Our moms are doing their bestie thing," Dove yelled as she approached Shelly's son.

The twenty-year-old broke off his conversation with Jake Schaeffer, his close childhood friend from Blackbridge, and Lexington Rogers, the lone male of Lauren's triplet offspring. Penn looked up in time to see that Dove nearly slammed into him before she grabbed his arm to turn him to face their moms.

"See!"

Pulling out his phone, Penn checked the time.

"Shit. They're starting earlier tonight. That's not a good sign." Then, turning to face Lex, he added, "Get ready for our moms to really embarrass us in about another hour or so."

"You?' My two sisters will join right in," Lex grumbled, watching as Gabby Lockett joined her older cheersister to sing the line about getting busy in a Burger King bathroom.

"Oh, you two are nothing but spoilsports," Dove whined.

"Hey, it's a lot weirder for me when they **** me to join in than it is for you, Dovie," Penn replied. "So don't give them any ideas."

"What's the matter, Wexler? Afraid of a few MILFs?" Nikki challenged, smirking.

"Eww! That's my mom, Nik!" Dove squealed.

"Don't worry. I'll sic my mom on Penny."

"Oh, please do," Penn responded, calling Nikki's bluff. "I usually avoid dancers, but I'll readily make an exception for your mom."

"Hey, kid, your mom is divorced, right?" Jake asked Lex.

That sent their small group into an uproar, distracting them from their dancing moms.

In another corner of the dance floor, Sean silently thanked whatever higher power kept Jules in Rattle Ridge for the ball. He knew without a doubt that the sixteen-year-old would've showcased her unique version of the Humpty Dance on his lap. That's probably after she pulled out a steak knife to warn everyone else to stay off her man's lap.

"This isn't working," Whitney remarked, picking up her complaints again.

"Give Ariana more time," Lacey replied as the next song began.

"Face it, shortstuff; your buddy might not like girls," Caterina commented.

Lacey scoffed at the suggestion.

"Cat, you don't know shit. Sean likes girls, and he likes these," Whitney proclaimed, cupping her breasts. "And my bed buddy also likes older women. Oh, they also like his performance ability."

"Wait, what?" Lacey questioned, her head swinging over to face the blonde cheer captain.

"Not my secret to spill."

Lost in his anxious thoughts about Jules staking her claim--by physically putting a stake through someone-- Sean failed to realize that the song had changed until he heard the chorus.

Hold me, baby, drive me crazy.
Touch me all night long.
Make me love you, kiss and hug you.
Touch me all night long.

"Are you going to touch me all night long, Seanie?" Ariana asked over her shoulder. "I'll be the one driving you crazy."

"W-W-What?" Sean stammered.

The only response he received came in the form of a single eye wink. Yet, that simple move caused the current situation to slam into nearly Sean's every sense. Holy shit! I have Ariana Lago on my lap! How the fuck did I not...Oh, fuck. Sean's moan came out long and hard as he realized that one of the greatest asses in the world rubbed back and forth against his now revived cock.

Only Ariana heard the moan over the loud music. However, when Sean's head leaned back, his glazed eyes and enraptured face alerted others to the change in the situation.

"See? I told ya," Lacey sassed to her cheermates.

The sounds of a trumpet starting the next song brought a round of shouts from back by the older generation of cheerleaders.

"Oh shit! It's Bee and Annie time!" Shayla O'Dell exclaimed, turning to point at her two slightly older ex-cheermates.

"You picked 'Creep' for the playlist? You know I want 'Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg' for TLC," Gabby griped to her best friend.

"That's still to come. We can't get wild too soon," Rachel explained.

"Wild too soon? Bitch, do you even know me?!" Gabby cried in mock horror.

Almost at once, men of all ages paused their conversations or slowed down their dancing. Wearing her floor-length, trumpet-style dress severely restricted Bridget's ability to dance as she wanted, but she made the best of it. Nearby, Annette's dress caused its own concerns. Not that the dark-haired mom cared, as the music brought back her wilder side from her younger days. So with tits threatening to pop out of the wide cleavage-bearing opening in the middle of her dress and her lack of panties possibly revealed from the dress's long slit, Annette decided to show up her former captain.

So I creep, yeah, just creepin' on,
But I'll know. 'cept nobody is supposed to know.
So I creep, yeah, 'cause he doesn't know what I do,
And no attention goes to show.

Annette ran her hands up and down her curves and put on a sultry show. And while Bridget struggled to crouch lower to the floor to show herself creeping around on an unfaithful lover, Annette had no such issues. Of course, the girls came out to say hi, and her little kitty also peeked out at times, but she didn't care. Fortunately, Beyza's storming out of the ballroom spared her any embarrassment about her mom acting sluttily on the dance floor.

"Holy fuck," Fletcher groaned, causing his latest dance partner to frown in jealousy.

"Jesus! Jayden, how fucking dumb are you to turn down her daughter?" Denny challenged his basketball teammate.

Next to him, Louie waited desperately for Heidi to return from the restroom. He needed his girlfriend to dance with, and he needed her now. On the other hand, Tyler Blick thanked his mom for not acting like Beyza's, but he also wondered if he should make a move on the missing girl. I don't have the same issue if Jayden's not interested out of some loyalty to that Tarver guy.

A still grumbling and pissed-off Archer Bowe entered the ballroom. His conversation in Room 716 left him in need of a stiff drink. However, while making his way to the bar, he nearly tripped over his own two feet at the sight of Annette Baris. Licking his lips, the popular lothario wondered if tonight might suddenly be looking up for him.

---

"Hit it!"

Every single cheerleader, plus many other ball-goers, cheered. Gabby didn't. Instead, she turned to glare at her dancing BFF.

"You're never creating the playlist again, Rach. 'It Takes Two' this early into the night? What's wrong with you?"

"I timed this moment to get the stragglers onto the dance floor. And see? It's working," Rachel stated, motioning toward the growing number of dancers.

"I knew I should've taken control of the music," Gabby remarked. Even with her gripes, she started to get her body into a groove with the beats.

"Well, you screwed up Rach's house party that one time," Shayla yelled over the music's sound.

"At least you weren't banned from selecting songs for life," Maura added after her close friend.

"Yeah, Tinny got that," Lauren recalled. She chuckled now at the awkward explosion when Rachel informed Tinsley of her punishment years ago.

"Shut up and dance!" Bridget ordered. Pulling her floor-length dress up further, she started swaying her hips back and forth at a quicker pace.

"The hell?" Kimberly screeched, returning to the ballroom.

Upset that nobody had sent her a message that they'd started dancing, the platinum blonde rushed over to join her ex-cheermates.

"Rach!" Gabby screeched.

"I don't want to hear it."

"Rach!"

"No!"

"Rachel, look!" Gabby commanded, grabbing the redhead and pointing to the back of the dance.

"Oh...my," Rachel sounded, looking stunned.

The surrogate mother had briefly wondered where Finn had gone. Not wanting to bother him, she hoped that he'd found something fun to do. Well, Finn had seen that and more.

He currently danced as the middle portion of a steamy sandwich. Nearly crouched halfway to the floor, Wanda worked her ass deeply into Finn's groin. Behind him, the more age-appropriate Simone pushed her body into the sandy-haired guy's back. Rachel couldn't say for sure where Simone's hands reached around to touch Finn's front as his arms blocked them from view, and his hands cupped Simone's ass.

"Huh?"

"I said it's not right," Gabby repeated after snapping Rachel out of her funk. "They're breaking the Rule of Two! It's not called 'It Takes Two' for nothing."

"I-I guess."

"I mean, if you're going to break the rule, then blow it wide open! C'mon, let's go join them," Gabby said, reaching to grab her BFF's arm.

Rachel snatched it back.

"No! I'm not joining Finn while he's dancing like THAT!"

"Don't be a spoilsport! You don't need to grind on him...unless you want to," Gabby teased, smirking.

"You...bitch!" Rachel growled before grabbing Gabriela's arm and pulling her in the opposite direction of Finn and their dancing friends.

"Hey, don't dig into the skin so hard," the dark-haired minx complained.

"There will be no dirty dancing with Finn, got that?"

"Dirty dancing? Geez, now you really sound like a principal," Gabby remarked.

"There will be no body-humping, tit-rubbing, or ass-grinding on Finn, do you hear me? You will not do to him what you did to Sean," Rachel ordered.

"I think it's probably more correct to say that Sean did things to me rather than what I--"

"Cut the bullshit, Gabs! You will leave Finn alone."

"Wow, you're definitely going all mama bear on your adopted cub. Cool to see!" Gabby cheered. "C'mon, let's get back to dancing before people wonder about us."

Taking several steps, Gabby stopped to yell "Ho!" with the other ball-goers at that point in the song. Then, turning around to check on Rachel, she saw that her best friend hadn't moved.

"Fine! I promise not to touch your little boy. Happy?"

"Yes, I am," Rachel responded. Then, just to mess with Gabby, she rushed past her to join their friends first.

---

Ariana slowed down her rocking as "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" began playing. Figuring this to be an appropriate song to pass off the baton underneath her, Ariana made her move. But, of course, the sultry tease couldn't just climb off. No, the dark-haired vixen gripped the sides of the wheelchair to arch her back, lifting her chest higher. Behind her, Sean whimpered.

"Time for me to depart," Ariana informed, looking over her shoulder at the teen.

"What? Why?"

"It's been fun and all, but you know nothing can happen between us, Seanie."

"Why not?!"

"I don't want to piss off Aunt Bridget by corrupting her son."

"She won't mind! No, I swear, my mom wouldn't. Hell, she'd be ecstatic," Sean reassured rapidly.

"Nice try, kiddo," Ariana responded, turning around to pat his cheek. Next, she stood up and pointed toward the fairly full-on erection tenting Sean's pants. "Okay, girls, who wants to have fun next?"

"M-me!"

"Hey, I was here first!" a girl that Sean didn't even know yelled at the one whose hand was raised in the air.

"Hometown gets dibs," Quilla declared. "And I want another turn."

"Bitch, you already tried and sucked!" the second girl continued, arguing for her turn.

Ariana walked toward a flabbergasted Whitney and a mystified Lacey. Without stopping, the college coed dropped a "You're welcome."

---

A train horn blared once. However, it proved enough to cause Rachel's head to whip around to stare over at the DJ on the ballroom stage. Then a hoo-hoo sound started, sending the redhead's hair from side to side as she shook her head.

"N-No, this isn't supposed to play until later."

"I guess the train arrived early. C'mon, Rach, let's go ride it!"

"Something is--what did you do?" Rachel accused Gabby as their friends snickered around them.

"Me? How can I make a train arrive early? C'mon, we'd better ride it before Bridget and Annette steal all the guys again."

"Cut the crap, Gabs!"

"So I slipped the DJ a few bucks to speed up the playlist. What's the big deal?" Gabby questioned as she copied Shelly and pulled down an imaginary cord to sound the train horn.

"You did what? I had that playlist timed to last all night. Y-You can't just mess up the timing," Rachel complained as Lauren grabbed her hips behind and started pushing her forward.

"So he's playing a few songs out of order. It's not a big deal," Gabby responded, moving to get behind Lauren. "Now, shut up. This is one of my jams."

"So, what's the over/under on our moms and their friends?" Penn inquired.

"For what?" Lex asked, but knew he shouldn't have.

"About how many had a train run on them in the past?" Penn replied, causing Lex to close his eyes as he cringed.

"Based on the stories my mom told about the rival cheer squad, I'd say it's a pretty high number," Nikki speculated.

"Wait, what?" Dove questioned, confused by the conversation.

"Oh, like the Sugarbees aren't sluttier," Penn shot back.

"Eww!" Dove squealed after Nikki whispered the explanation into her ear. "How could you...I'm telling your mom that you said that, Penn...No wait, I'm not. Eww!"

Ride that choo, choo, woo, woo.
Ride that choo, choo, woo, woo.
Ride that choo, choo, woo, woo.
Ride that choo, choo, woo, woo.

Come on, it's the choo, choo.
Come on, it's the choo, choo train.
Come on, it's the choo, choo.
Come on, it's the choo, choo train.

On another sideline of the dance floor, another son cringed in embarrassment at his mother's antics. Jared pinched his brow while Gabby slammed her waist back and forth against the two friends in front and behind her. Unlike Penn, Jared didn't have any doubts about his mother getting double-teamed by two guys. Some things you just know.

However, what snapped him out of his mild humiliation came from the girl giggling next to him.

"Is this funny to you?" Jared queried.

"Hilarious," JoJo admitted as Gabby pulled the imaginary train horn again.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

"It's hilarious, isn't it?" Jared double-checked. "Hmm, let's see how entertaining it is when I drag your mom out here. Would you like that, Jo? I recall Peyton telling some tales about where you got her hidden Energizer Bunny powers from."

"Go ahead and try. But you're not winning," JoJo stated confidently.

"You think so?"

"Oh, I know so."

"Wanna place a bet? If I win, you find us a partner for me to run a reverse train on," Jared offered. "And if you win--"

"You do whatever I want," JoJo sassed back, knowing she had already won.

"Uh, deal," Jared agreed, although some part of him worried about what JoJo's porn-obsessed mind might come up with.

"Deal," JoJo nodded. "And I already won."

"What? How so?"

"I have you outnumbered. Zoey's here to have my back and keep you away from Mom. However, unless Jules stole a car to come down here, then I won."

"Now, hold on! Jules 'borrowing' a car to drive down here to check on Sean isn't that far-fetched," Jared stated, hoping to buy himself time to find Jillian.

"Doesn't matter. I have Zoey's friends to form my army. Who do you have?" JoJo questioned, grinning madly.

"Army? Please, your little sister's friends can be dealt with in seconds."

"Oh, somebody is forgetting my secret weapon. Should I have Robin send Jules a video detailing how you almost banged a big-titted girl her age? Didn't Lana get some shots of you two making out? Of course, I'm sure that Jules would never, ever think of showing that to your friends and friends-with-benefits in Rattle Ridge. Or would she?" JoJo batted her eyelashes for an innocent look.

"Y-You've turned into a little devil, you know that?"

"And it's your corrupting cock that did it," JoJo cackled before it turned into a burst of howling laughter.

---

Once the older generation of cheerleaders stopped laughing, another song started to play. Once again, Rachel's eyes went big. But, this time, Gabby spoke first.

"Don't even start. Bridget needed this moved up to get back ahead of Annette."

"But it's way too early for a song like..." Rachel's protest died on her lips as she looked at Bridget.

Licking her lips, Rachel's successor as cheer captain flashed a downright filthy smirk at her old friends. Then, turning on a dime, the respected doctor strode several feet away from her friends. While giving herself space to put on a show, she'd already begun to transform back into her younger, seductive self.