The drama queen in music class

You leave Julie pouting on the floor and head for music class. Since you left the gym a little early, you manage to get to the classroom right as the last class is ending. The small auditorium uses long benches instead of desks, so you snag a seat up front.

Watching the other students file in, it's clear that there aren't a lot of hot girls in this class. Then Cindy Ford bounces in. Cindy is half Asian, which gives her long, silky, black hair and the cutest little smile. Despite being small in most other ways, her breasts are nice handfuls, probably C-cups. All the guys smile at her. She flirtatiously smiles back.

Instead of sitting on the benches with everyone else, Cindy stands in front of the class. She looks at the teacher and says, "Hi Mr. Myers. I'm ready!"

The bald old man sighs. "The bell hasn't even rung yet, Cindy. Give everyone else a chance to sit down."

Cindy smiles innocently.

Every day the class is supposed to select someone to sing lead up front while the rest make a chorus backup. However, the guys always vote for Cindy, so eventually the teacher just gave up and said she had the job for the year.

The bell rings and Mr. Myers tells everyone the first song for the day. Cindy takes a deep breath, causing everyone's eyes to drift to her expanding chest, then she belts out the opening line.

She's terrible. She's always terrible. Cindy Ford is the worst singer anyone in the class has ever heard. However, as she sings she bounces excitedly and smiles at the guys in the choir. Any time Mr. Myers isn't watching, Cindy runs her hands over her body suggestively.

The guys love every second of it, tuning out her ambulance siren voice and focusing on her jiggling body. Cindy never looks at the girls, so she never notices the looks of pain her singing puts on their faces. With no comprehension of what she actually sounds like, Cindy has always assumed that the attention she got from guys while singing meant that she sounded great. None of the guys have ever contradicted her when she talked about how she was going to be a huge pop star after high school.

Everyone knows that's all Cindy wants to be. She has no idea how to get there, though. There's a rumor that she once sucked off a security guard at a concert so she could get backstage and suck up to the band. The rumor is that she swallowed all his cum, but then sang him a little song as and extra thank you. Once he heard her voice, he made up an excuse for why she couldn't get in, worried that the band would fire him for letting wounded cats backstage.

You spend the class doing what you always do, focusing on the bouncing of Cindy's bra-less tits as she murders song after song. When she gets to the final song, possibilities of how you can change the situation start popping into your head. If you were a rock star, maybe she'd suck you off, too. Or maybe Cindy would be better off if she had a goal that fit her talents better, like being a porn star.