Trying to stay ahead

In the last few weeks there where two main topics of discussion at school. One of course was my fall from grace. The second was the infamous boy cheerleader volleyball team.

They already had to do one event cheering the Wildcats on, but that didn't mean Rina would allow the boys to neglect their own training. If anything she intensified it and was hard at work organizing plays for them. And today was the first of no doubt many.

I would find that hilarious if my own situation was not so deeply tied with them.

For me first debut as Cheerleader of the...Cheerleaders I wore a crown, an absurdly short golden coat and a pink Bikini. It goes without saying that the Wildcat girls worked very hard on that,even going so far as writing a routine for me(which Marcie made sure I would train for.) I wish they took the season into account for this. It was already October and freezing!

Well, there was one thing warming me up, and that was the two vibrating eggs that where placed snugly on my nipples. That was Vanessa's punishment, or really Lindsey's. Vanessa wasn't in any state to make any suggestion, so she merely mumbled the words and sure enough! Two vibrating eggs on my nipples all day every day until next Friday! Oh, but Marcie assured me I could turn them off during tests, so no worries!

Again, if there was any salvation in this whole mess it was that with the 10 Guys in cheerleader uniforms I hardly stood out that much. So I could be as aroused as I wanted to.

“Go Go! Cheerleaders! Go Go! I am Queen Gina and have a large stick up my VA GI NA!” I enthusiastically spun around doing my idiotic routine, while the match went on. Partly because I was **** to and partly because I needed to warm myself up. Why did it have to be so cold? Despite my spectacular show, our guys just couldn't perform in their ridiculous outfits. And while it was a home match, there was very little support from the crowd who found this whole spectacle extremely amusing.

And so the Cheerleaders lost their debut match spectacularly.

There really was no reason to chew them out given the situation and Rina didn't do so...except with Ben who was told to remain in the locker-room. Marcie was present as well. Can I please just go home now?

“Ben, please bend over.”

Ben groaned at that, but amazingly complied without much complaining. Rina then proceeded to flip his skimpy skirt upwards exposing the blue bloomer underneath.

“Gina, touch his butt.”

“Uh what?”

“You heard me.”

“Look, please just leave me out of your...whatever that is. Also, I'm cold!”

I wasn't getting any help from Marcie either, who simply nodded with a curt. “Do it.”

Well now I had **** so I obeyed this perverted request and gave the butt a little pat. Ben stiffened at the touch.

“How does it feel?”, asked Rina.

“Like a guys butt”, I replied truthfully.

“That's not what I meant. Is it firm or flabby? Shapely?”

The fuck?

I patted Ben's butt some more. Maybe it was the eggs talking, but I was somewhat enjoying my position of power. “Wiggle it”, I demanded and he did. “I guess he has a nice butt?” I tried to give it a little spank, but all that came of it was a slightly stronger pat.

“Are you done?”, asked Ben, clearly annoyed.

“Not even close”, Rina decided. “Continue Gina, I need a neutral opinion here. Ben, don't even think of moving or else!”

Marcie rolled her eyes on that, so I just carried on. “Mmm! I wouldn't call it flabby...”, I started and moved now to squeeze his cheeks a bit. “Shapely?” I giggled. “Well...they do have a feminine build to it.” Not sure what this is all about, but it was kinda fun, so whatever. I wonder how far I can push this. “Of course if you want a real opinion, these need to come of.” I pointed to the bloomers.

“Hell no!”, Ben protested, but Rina shut him off fast.

“If you don't want to cheer us on naked at the next game you better obey, mister! Gina proceed!”

With pleasure! I slowly put my thumbs under the hem and started to pull them down. Of course I'm not a lesbian, so of course I enjoyed this very much! Marcie looked a bit red as well, which was also a plus.

Soon enough the goods spilled out and where in full display. As expected from an athlete, it really was a crisp looking behind. “Nice”, I commented with a smirk. “Do you enjoy showing your butt off to three girls Ben?”

“That's irrelevant”, Rina cut in. “Now get on with it!”

That girl has no idea how to properly humiliate someone, but fine, I rubbed, pinched and squeezed Ben's butt checks, as much as Rina wished. All while making as many degrading comments as possible. Obviously I intended to spread them open, but that should be left for the grand finale, shouldn't it? Finally I arrived at. “Feels very nicely trained.”

That was apparently what Rina was after all along. “You hear that Ben?” She rudely shoved me away and gave the butt a hard slap which produced a jiggle and a yelp. Ben stumbled forwards and eventually lost his balance.

“What the fuck!”

“That's my line! If your butt is that in shape, then why did you lose that game!”

Well, that was an obnoxiously long wind up, for such an idiotic payoff.

“Fuck you! Of course we would lose in these ridiculous outfits!”

“Don' blame the clothes for your lack of guts! You just don't have the right spirit!”

“You can shove your spirit up your ass!”

Soon enough the two where at each others throats. I couldn't tell if they where in the process of wrestling or...something else.

I edged over to Marcie. “Marcie...what is going on?”

“Don't ask me.”

“Maybe if we get rid of that useless dick of yours, you will behave properly!”

“Shut up! Go drink bleach and die! Molester!”

Finally the two seemed to have exhausted themselves and Marcie was capable of addressing them. “Ben, I have a proposal of sorts for you. We would like to employ the Leaders services as a sort of...Royal guard. In exchange you won't have to wear these clothes anymore.”

“Correction!” Rina quickly interjected. “Your teammates won't. You as their captain will remain as a cheerleader for the rest of the year.”

Marcie let out a deep sigh. “It may sound strange coming from me, but I never seen such a deep seated grudge. In any case, that's the deal.”

“Fine, that should help our performance”, Ben relented. “Guess I stay a fucking cheerleader!”

That was oddly noble of him.

“Yes, you are!”, Rina confirmed cackling. “I suppose that means you will do the routine all alone. I bet that will be fun for you.”

Seriously, I'm starting to feel bad for the guy.

“I am glad we are in agreement”, said Marcie with a nod. “Let's wrap this up then.”

“I still need my clothes!”, I complained. If I get frostbites and die I will haunt you and put a curse on you!

Marcie granted it with a nod and while Ben and Rina fucked off to do...whatever I slipped back in my regular clothes. The egg vibrators where supposed to stay on the entire week. I was allowed to turn them down to the lowest setting at home tough. How marcieful.

I was about to head off as well when I saw Marcie staring at the wall. She had a somewhat distant look on her face. As if she was contemplating something really difficult.

“You are on edge”, I decided.

“Not really.”

Marcie tried to be casual, but I saw right trough that. I scooted towards her. “First you lost the election, and then this standstill with the war.”

“The Leaders will remedy the situation.”

“Nonetheless, you must be frustrated.” I brushed against her arm. “Want me to give you a massage? Or something else?”

Marcie looked at me completely dumbfounded. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Maybe”, I gave her a coquettish smile and slung my arms around her. “I think you could do with some relaxation, that is all. And I am awfully...flustered right now, you know?”

Marcie smiled at me. “Can you do me a favor and put your index finger and thumb together?”

I did, somewhat confused.

“Now flick yourself once against your nose, hard.”

“OUCH!!!” I cried out and immediately started to rub my poor nose.

“It is adorable that you want to whore yourself out to me...”

I only looked at her, tears of anger in my eyes.

“But if you think to get on my good side during a moment of weakness I have to disappoint you. I WILL win this war, Gina.” She gave me a final confident wink and left me alone in the locker room.

“No.” I whispered.

“No, you won't.”