Two Weeks Later

Christina listens to her stomach twist and turn as Dani and Becky lead her across the blacktop towards the giant stadium, pool lights towering overhead. The slight breeze cools her skin. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think it was another warm, balmy day, three classmates walking around aimlessly, shooting the shit and having a good time.

She grimaces as the two women dig their nails into her shoulders.

“Do you have to do that?”

“We can do whatever we want.” Dani smirks.

The coldness in her voice is not reassuring. The sting of defeat gnaws at Christina. But a deal’s a deal. And she lost. The knot in her stomach is still uncomfortable. Her eyes dart around uneasily, wondering what surprises are ahead.

Christina sighs as she climbs up the steep granite steps, the two cheerleaders flanking her side. As they enter the stadium proper, she spies the rest of the cheerleading squad, practicing their preps and splits as Evelyn looks on, admonishing this or that member accordingly. The Latina puts on a brave face, eyeing her victor warily.

“Look what we got here!” Dani shouts arrogantly.

“You got her?”

“About fifteen minutes ago. She tried to make a run for it, but we persuaded her to come under her own volition.”

Dani snickers at the double entendre.

Christina wrestles herself away from her, giving the evil eye at both Becky and Dani. Becky tries not to cower, though it takes every measure of her strength. Being tough has never been her thing.

“Bring her down.” Evelyn waves them forward. Christina wearily braves the several steps towards the field, no more comfortable in Evelyn’s home turf. She bares her teeth in defiance as the cheerleaders continue their practice oblivious to her presence. She has to admit, they are impressive.

But they’re not soccer players.

The exercise carries on for a while longer, Evelyn barking at her inferiors like a drill sergeant while they struggle to please her. They strike Christina like slaves, worked over to please their master yet never receiving an ounce of recognition in return.

It’s hard not to feel pity for them.

The tedium of mounting and dismounting is evident as beads of sweet rolls off their faces. It’s obvious from these women ‘s faces that they’d rather be anywhere but here. But this is the life that they have chosen.

“That’s a wrap, gals.” Evelyn calls out. “Time to hit the showers.”

A quick nod signals Dani and Becky to lead the Latina behind the rank and file of the teenagers pouring into the clubhouse doors behind the stadium. Apprehension fills her every step. She glances over her shoulder, hoping that someone, MR. Doe, a principal—anybody—would come to her aid.

It is wishful thinking.

She watches as they undress, their bobs and extensions falling away to reveal long, flowing hair. Every single hue that isn’t pink or purple or some other color of dye seems to be represented. Blonde, brunette, redhead, raven…

“Fall in line!” Evelyn commands.

Their eyes betray their insecurity.

“That’s right, girls. Single file! On the double!”

They quickly scramble in formation, chests jutting out in a military pose.

“What’s wrong, Evie?” One cheerleader asks. “Did we mess up or something?”

“On the contrary, Smith.” She strides back and forth. “Many of you may be wondering why you’re in a receiving line, girls. For longer than I care to admit I’ve heard every grunt, seen every grimace, watched you share more burdens than any woman you’re age. Now it’s time for you to reap the fruits of your labor.”

As if on cue, Christina is brought forward, putting on a brave face even as she trembles inside. Dani and Becky quickly make short work of her blouse and sweatpants, revealing the hairy sex underneath. The cheerleading squad trades nervous glances with each other. What the hell is going on?

Dani edges Christina towards the start of the receiving line.

“Spread your legs.” Evelyn barks at the squad.

“I’m not sure I want to go through with this.” The tawny-haired girl in front of her pleads.

“Too late to back out now.” Evelyn chides her. “Think of it as a reward for all your hard work.”

Christina hesitates. She’s heard of girl-on-girl stuff—one of her teammates was openly gay—but never done it herself. Dani thrusts her into the woman’s snatch. The soccer player sits there, defiant. Dani kicks her butt.

“Don’t just sit there. Eat! And don’t finish until they come!”

Christina licks furtively, imagining the recipient as one of her boyfriends instead of one of Evelyn’s lackeys. She works herself inward, long and slow. The tawny girl moans. Caught in her own daydream, the Latina’s attacks gradually become rapid and intense. The cheerleader locks her legs between the giver of her pleasure, quivering with each thrust of the tongue.

Her moans become whimpers. The whimpers become cries, echoing through the room. She collapses on the cold tile, a puddle of juices on the floor. Christina is led towards the next girl and the next, continuing her **** on the cheerleading team. The mixture of sweat and come lingers in her mouth.

Her tongue quickly becomes tired.

Her own valley is wet with trickles of juice. But she ignores the flow, concentrating on the reenactment of her trysts with her previous lovers. She’s no longer aware of Dani hovering over her, threatening more **** if she doesn’t keep up.

A trio of cries pierces the moans of pleasure from the girls. Christina glances over her shoulder. She spots the triumvirate of Becky, Evelyn and Dani, frigging each other off in a corner. Feeling confident about their entwined bliss, she grabs her clothes and runs, leaving the cheerleading squad to fend for themselves.