Threaten to tell the principal about Taylor's extracurricular activities

The urge to jerk off only grows stronger as you sit through the pep rally. Taylor looks soooo hot. Not only is she highlighting her big breasts in the routine, she's also doing a lot of moves that involve turning around and grinding her tight, round ass. Running to the bathroom and beating off a quick one seems like a great idea. Except you don't have to! You now have the power to make Taylor do whatever you want!

But would that really be fun? Sex with a mindless sex **** who looks like Taylor would be great, but part of what makes her so attractive is her domineering attitude. Conquering that ego would make the sex so much better.

You remember the changes you've already made and smile as you realize that you've already done enough to get the upper hand.

The cheerleaders only have a minute left in their routine before they finish the pep rally. You head for the locker room. Ms. Samson is waiting for you.

"Here," she says, handing you a stack of towels. "The girls will need to shower before going back to class. Hand these to them as they come in."

"Actually, I need to talk to Taylor about something. You do it."

Ms. Samson starts to object, but you make a quick wish.

"No problem! I'll tell her to meet you in my office."

You go to the small office and sit at the desk to wait. Soon Taylor comes in, looking pissed. Pissed and hot as hell. The sweat glistens on her perfect skin. Her breasts are large enough so that her top can't fully stretch over it, making her show more belly than any of the other cheerleaders. Every bit of her body screams "fuck me" except her face, which screams "die."

"Ms. Samson said to talk to you. What do you want, twerp?"

"I want you."

Taylor laughs. "You and every other guy in the world."

"Every guy in the world is about right, since you've got your own webpage. And if you don't give me a little TLC, I'm going to send the URL to the principal."

Instead of backing down, Taylor laughs again. She puts her hands on her hips and smiles wryly. "Mike Shannon tried to **** me that way last month. He still hasn't gotten out of the hospital for what the football team did to him, and he didn't say a word to anyone. You're bluffing."

This might be a little difficult.