The girls all need release, which you provide

Now that the girls are properly worked up, you wish for them to head back to the locker room. You get up and move that way yourself.

As you work your way through the crowd you concentrate on what you want to find when you get to the locker room. The girls will all be secret nymphomaniacs now. They're all incredibly ashamed of their dirty fantasies, so they use you to work off their urges.

You leave the stands and move toward the back of the gym. Suddenly Mr. Martinez, an older male teacher, steps in front of you.

"Where are you going, son?"

"Uh, I'm the cheer team's manager. They need my help."

He smiles. "Not in the locker room, they don't. You don't get to help them shower off! Nice try, though."

If only your powers worked on people other than the cheer team! He doesn't look like he's going to get out of the way and there's nothing you can do.

Then Ms. Samson moves toward you. "There you are, John! We need the pom-poms sorted immediately and you're out here chatting. Come on!"

You smile at Mr. Martinez as you move past him. He gives you a suspicious look, but there's a hint of a smile there, as if he knows you beat him and respects you for it. He smiles extra wide when he sees Ms. Samson take your hand and drag you into the locker room.

As soon as the door is closed, Ms. Samson pulls her shirt over her head. Her perfectly shaped C-cup breasts rest in a frilly pink bra. She says, "Ready to sort the pom-poms?" and pulls your head between her breasts.

"No!" Someone jerks you away. You focus your eyes to see Wendy's pretty Asian face come towards you fast. She peppers your face with quick kisses as she says, "No Coach... we need him first! You know... that we get really worked up... from cheering! God, I'm so fucking horny!"

A dozen hands pull at your body as the cheer team surrounds you.