The Honey Trap

Jessica strides into the locker room, her three friends from earlier trailing behind the curvy brunette, and all of them look absolutely delighted to see you. Remembering how you'd embarrassed Jessica in the hall earlier, nervousness joins your frustrated arousal and confused emotions. These girls aren't the type to forget a slight like that, and your confidence and swagger from earlier are nowhere to be found. Your eyes flick to the tangle of your jeans and panties on the floor, and you briefly consider snatching them and making a run for it.

Tossing her ponytail from one side to the other, Jessica smirks at you. "My my, Stacey, what do we have here?"

The slender blonde next to her leans a tanned cheek against her hand in a look of mock concern. "Looks like we caught the little grunge queen with her pussy out!"

You recognize the petite frame and jet-black hair of Anna from your pre-calc class. She wrinkles her nose. "It smells in here."

The final member of the crew chuckles, cocking one wide hip to the side as she blows her honey-brown bangs away from her eyes. "Yeah, smells like sex."

"You can say that again, Lu." Jessica takes a step forward. All of them are wearing their cheerleader outfits, in your school colors of white with blue trim. The oversized varsity jacket of Jessica's football player boyfriend is the only item breaking up their uniform look.

In your haze of arousal, you can't help but look at their toned legs and the way their tops hug their chests. It's not like you have a thing for cheerleaders, exactly, but you aren't blind. After Emily left you dangling at the edge of an orgasm, being confronted by four hot girls in short skirts and form-fitting tops is enough to stoke the fire still burning in your core. Unable to help yourself, you lick your lips.

Jessica frowns. "Hey, eyes up here, dyke!" When you meet her bright blue eyes, her frown shifts into a devious grin. "So what the fuck are you doing here, exactly? I know you're not on any of the teams, and I certainly would have heard if you had some kind of detention." Her grin sharpens. "Maybe... you were hoping to get caught?"

Your breathing is starting to get heavy. You realize your hand is still on your exposed pussy, and you can't decide if you should pull it away or use it to cover yourself. "I... I... no..."

Stacey clucks her tongue. "How embarrassing."

Anna gives you an even sharper grin than Jessica. "Well she got her wish, there's no getting away from us now!"

"Dang, that's kinda hot." Lu lets her eyes travel up your long bare legs and rest on your crotch, a satisfied smile on her face.

"It sure is, Lu." Jessica's grin fades a bit as a calculating look settles across her features. "What do you think, dyke? Is this hot? This kinda shit turn you on?"

Your cheeks are burning, and your eyes widen as you realize your pussy is, too. What the fuck? "No, I mean... wait..." Your mind desperately casts back to your earlier self, the badass punk who effortlessly put this bitch in her place less than an hour ago. Instead of a snappy comeback or clever retort, all you can think about is how humiliating it is to have the tables turned on you like this. How all of them are staring at you. How badly you still want to come.

"Quit playin' dumb!" Anna's sharp voice snaps out at you. "What the fuck are you doing here with your hand in your cookie jar, you stupid slut?"

Anna's question hits you like a blow. You have to say something, have to push back somehow. But you can't bring Emily into this. You don't know what these girls are capable of, and involving her feels like a betrayal. "I... I was just... meeting up with someone."

Stacey's face lights up. "A girl someone?"

Jessica rolls her eyes. "We're in the girl's locker room Stacey of course it's a girl someone."

Lu's eyes, still glued to your pussy, begin to sparkle. "Nice."

I have to get out of here, I still need to meet up with... with Tony. Just give them what they want and bail. Who gives a fuck what these bitches think? "Y-yeah. Yeah. A girl someone. But hey, it's cool, it's getting crowded in here anyways. I'll just meet up with 'em somewhere else." You finally pull your hand away from your crotch and begin to push yourself up off the bench.

Jessica's voice lashes out at you. "Hey! Sit down, dyke! I am not done with you!"

To your shock, your bare ass meets the bench again. Why? What? Just go, RC!

Stacey leans over and whispers something in Jessica's ear, making her eyes shine and mouth curve into a wide smile. "You're right Stacey this does remind me of that time at Regionals. Wouldn't you say so, girls?"

Anna is practically bouncing up and down with excitement. "Oh yeah oh fuck yeah it does!"

"Ehhh I dunno, Jess." Lu looks uneasy. "What if... someone else comes in?"

"Don't worry about it, Luanna." Jessica is still smiling, but there's a hard edge to her voice. "Just trust me, ok?"

"Yeah... sure." Lu looks down at the floor, takes a resigned breath, and then looks back up at your exposed snatch, some of the excitement coming back to her eyes.

"Now, where were we?" Jessica steps forward, causing you to shrink back. "Ah yes, you were just telling us how you were sitting here toying with your puss, waiting for a girl, right? Well, dyke, today's your lucky day." She slips off her boyfriend's varsity jacket. "Now you get four girls."

She pulls off her top, revealing her sumptuous breasts contained in a lacy white bra. The others follow suit, Stacey matching her movements to Jessica's, Anna tearing her top off in excitement, and Lu watching her friends and sighing before joining in herself. Your eyes can't stay still, jumping from one bra-clad cheerleader to another, your heart pounding and blood rushing in your ears. This is all too much.

Jessica giggles and gives a little nod to her friends, who start to move towards you. "So what do you have to say for yourself, dyke? Aren't you excited? Isn't this just such a fantasy for you?" She reaches behind her back to toy with her bra strap. "Well? Speak up!"

"I... uh..." What do you have to say for yourself? You're still nervous about all this, and you absolutely don't trust them, but at the same time, are you really going to say no to something like this? Your pussy certainly doesn't want to. "I mean, this seems nice and all, I just... ah!" Stacey sits on your left, her tongue tracing the edge of your ear as her fingers start dragging up the inside of your bare thigh. "I... I don't want... to seem like... ohhhh..." Just as Stacey's delicate fingers reach your pussy, Lu presses her pillowy breasts against the right side of your head, her hands starting to play with your hair. "...seem like... I don't appreciate... what you're... NNH! Ah! Hiee!" Anna is behind you, her small hands reaching around to toy with your breasts. Even through your sweatshirt, her skillful fingers manage to find your stiff nipples, tweaking and teasing them.

Jessica undoes the clasp of her bra. "Well that's good to hear, dyke. I like to be appreciated." She rolls her shoulders, allowing her bra to slip off and leave her magnificent endowment bare to your gaze. She steps towards you, every motion causing her breasts to jiggle, hypnotizing you. You'd fantasized about Jessica's tits plenty of times, as much as you hated her, and now that they're right in front of you it feels like a dream.

Stacey slips a finger inside your soaked pussy, her thumb gently rubbing your clit, and with a jolt you realize the combined attentions of the other cheerleaders has you right back on the edge of an orgasm. Too close to think about anything else. A part of you is horrified that you're allowing these girls, who've been nothing but nasty to you and your friends as long as you've known them, to do this to you. Who cares? Just let them get you off, and then you can get out of here.

You do want to get out of here, right?

Jessica stops right in front of you, between your spread and trembling legs, forcing you to look up past her incredible chest to meet her eyes. You swallow, suddenly feeling small and helpless. It's a strange and unfamiliar feeling, but at the same time it drives your arousal to dizzying heights. Why... why do I...?

"So, dyke, do you want to come?" Jessica's smile is wickedly cruel, scaring you even as it makes you want to... please her?

"Y-yeah... I... I wanna come..." You barely recognize your voice, so small and quivering. You've never sounded this pathetic in your life.

"Well then, dyke." Jessica leans forward, squeezing her ample breasts between her arms and putting her face just above yours. She smells like a dark goddess of lust, and in that moment you feel like you would do anything for her. "Tell us why you're really here."

Your breath stops. Anything but that.