The next room, of course!

A velvet curtain hung over the door to the next room. Susie peeped though it, and gasped.

Half a dozen boys were in the cavernous, dusty hall, milling about, studying the exhibits with intense curiosity. But that wasn't what made Susie gasp. She couldn't quite make out who the models were, but...

Wait. Yes she could.

Susie gasped, and ducked back behind the curtain, beginning to think she was in over her head. "Bonnie," she said, "maybe we ought to get out of here."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"It's the cheerleaders! They've got the whole team in there, and..."

"I'm not running away from the cheerleaders!" Bonnie flung the curtain aside, strode into the room, and paused. The boys turned to look at her, slow grins spreading across their faces.

The Pinkwhistle high school cheerleader team was spread out across the room, arranged in a variety of interesting poses. Anne-Marie Patchett had pride of place, caught in the middle of a high kick with her pom-pom-clutching hands raised high above her head. Two slender Asian girls were holding up a brunette, preparing to throw her, while a black girl with an Afro was frozen in the middle of turning a somersault. Susie saw nine or ten others, some she recognised, others she didn't.

She looked into Anne-Marie's face. And Anne looked back.

The blonde girl's blue eyes darted back and forth, alive with an entrancing combination of mortification and fury. Her lips made little quivers, unable to fully form words. Her cheeks glowed with living heat. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders. Her breasts swayed ever so slightly as she breathed, her nipples stiffened the cool of the hall. Though up on one leg, she didn't seem at risk of falling over. Susie looked down, unable to help herself, and saw Anne's well-groomed pussy, her golden hairs trimmed so short that nothing was left to the imagination.

It wasn't a model. It was the real Anne-Marie Patchett, unable to move, but alive. And fully conscious of her situation.

Bonnie was looking at the sign. It read, in big bold letters, One Night Only Special - The Entire Pinkwhistle High School Cheer Team, Presented For Your Delectation, Without Any Clothes On.

"Susie," she said, softly, "I think we'd better leave."

"I agree," said Susie, and turned to go. The boys weren't doing anything to stop them. But all of a sudden there were footsteps beyond the curtain.