Skip Math

Math was so boring, even the author couldn't be bothered to write about it. In fact, the whole class was so boring not even the half-naked girls in your class could keep you awake. Startled by the chiming of the bell, you quickly pack your books and head to your locker.

Normally there'd be three classes before lunch, but with the assembly taking so long, math was the only one that wasn't cancelled. After grabbing a quick bite of food at the cafeteria and saying hi to your friends that you haven't seen since last semester, you head out onto the field to watch the cheerleaders practice. You and half the school, that is. The male half, in particular.

It wasn't always this popular. The new uniforms helped out a lot in that regard. Crop tops so short they barely reach the nipples, and miniskirts that were glorified belts. The absolute irony that the top actually covered more than the usual female outfit wasn't lost on you, but they had to fit the sponsorship logos somewhere, and there simply wasn't enough fabric on the skirt. Due to girls not having access to sports bras, the maneuvers they were able to perform was reduced, but the few that they did have in their repertoire all involved bending and flipping. For athletic purposes only, of course.

Katie gives you a wink when she sees you in the stands as she leads the routine. As the captain, she's the one doing most of the tumbling and flipping, and you notice that her butt is still a bit red from her prior spanking. Her nipples are stiffened, either from the chafing or from the temperature, and each flip she performs is cheered on by the crowd of onlookers. And though she was the star, the other girls were hardly any worse. In fact, if you were a betting man, you'd bet that the cheerleaders are chosen less on merit and more on looks, though you suspect most people wouldn't mind even if it were the case.

Down on the field, Katie nimbly leaps into the air, flipping and landing on a handstand on of the shoulders of another girls, her legs splitting to perform a picture perfect splits. With her entire body upside down, her top slides off her chest almost entirely, and her tits dangle uninhibited. Her ass is obviously exposed too, and her thin panties are hardly enough to cover her butt. Luckily for you, she only holds the pose for a moment before jumping back down, signaling the end of practice. She waves you goodbye as she leads the rest of the cheerleaders back to the changing rooms, and you can feel some other guys around you glaring enviously. Heavy, is the head that wears the crown.

*

Jacob Myers was by all definitions, a failure. An abject failure with an uncanny ability to never self-reflect. Nothing was ever his fault. It was his teachers', his parents', his school's, and even all of society's fault, but it wasn't his fault. After all, he was never in the wrong, so it had to be someone else's fault, right? Like this, he swayed through life, living paycheck by paycheck, performing menial labor jobs for meager pay, until he lucked out on becoming a teacher at a local high school. He had falsified his credentials, and they had foolishly believed him. It was there that he got his second big break: that pocket-watch. With it on his wrist, he could alter the rules of the school to his liking, but only to a certain extent. How it worked exactly was beyond his intelligence, but he did know that whenever he did something to a girl, the hands of the watch would move ever so slightly, and further out they were, the more he could push the boundaries. With this watch, he could finally get what was rightfully his. Money, women, respect. He just needed to power it up some more, and he knew exactly who to use it on.

*

"Good work out there girls," Katie says as everyone heads to the girl's changing room. Practice was tough enough, and having that huge crowd was certainly not good for nerves. Unfortunately, it was just something they had to get used to. Pretty much all their school games are jam packed with people, so it's better for the new cheerleaders to get a taste of what it's like before the real thing. She takes off her uniform, if it can even be called that, and steps into the shower stalls. However, as she turns on the shower, she hears the door open, and her least favourite human being step through. Katie and the other girls instinctively cover themselves with their hands and towels, particularly their vaginas. Just because they have their breasts exposed all day doesn't mean they're okay with this sleaze ogling them. Before Katie can question him, Myers speaks first: "As of now, I've been made the coach of the cheerleading team."

The whole squad falls silent, stunned? When did this happen? Why weren't they informed? Myers continues, a smirk on his face: "your previous coach, Mrs. Hall, has fallen ill to a virus from the east. Crab-17, I think it's called. She'll be staying at home for the foreseeable future. I've kindly volunteered my services, lest the whole cheerleading squad be disbanded."

"First order of business is sanitization. I've been told Crab-17 is a deadly virus, so ensuring everyone is clean is a priority. Naturally, I'll be teaching you girls how to best clean yourselves. I need a volunteer for this to work..." his gaze falls to Katie, in the far corner. "Ah, the captain, the perfect role model. C'mere, I'll use you as a demonstration. It's the rules."

Katie briefly entertained the notion of telling him to fuck off, but that would certainly spell the end of the cheerleading squad, and they've rehearsed too much and practiced too hard for it to all go to waste now, so she grits her teeth, and walks up to him.

He drags her to the frontal most shower stall, and grabs a sponge with one hand, and body wash with the other. He squeezes the body wash down onto her chest, applying a copious amount, and she shivers slightly from the cold sensation. With the sponge, he begins tracing circles around her nipples in the name of "washing" her, and as much as she hated to admit it, it did feel kinda good.

"Make sure to get every inch of skin," Myers adds, as he runs his hands underneath Katie's tits. Satisfied with her upper half, he turns his attention to below her waist. Gathering even more body wash, he rubs all around her thighs and navel, just around her pussy, he could sense that Katie's breathe was getting a bit ragged. Sensing his opportunity, he uses a finger to gently rub her clit, which was already standing at attention. Inadvertently, Katie lets out a gasp as her clit is touched for the first time by someone else other than Nate. "It's doubly important to clean down here as well. Prevents STD's an' shit."

Myers was already pushing the limits of his powers, but it seems the pleasure had weakened Katie's grasp on what was a rule and what wasn't, and she was hardly resisting, so he figured he'd go for broke. With one hand massaging her clit, he tossed the sponge away and stuck those fingers into her pussy. The rest of the squad watched on as Katie squirmed against Myers, to no avail. His experienced fingers worked their way into her g-spot, and she was greeted by her first orgasm in over a week.

Knees weak, Katie falls down on all fours, and while Myers was tempted to continue, he knew that full on sex was still not within the watch's capabilities, so for the first time in his life, he prioritized future gains over present happiness. Besides, he was more than satisfied to have that snooty little bitch on her knees panting with pleasure. "There you have it ladies. Make sure you do this every time you wash off after practice, or I'll be doing it for you, eh?"

(I have no idea where I'm going with this. Literally writing this with 0 planning or foresight. Leave a comment if you have suggestions, because I'm out of ideas. Or write your own continuation.)