You aim for Madison but hit Rachel!

As instructed, 30 minutes before game time, you text Rebecca.

You: made my choice.

Rebecca: who is it??

You: guess.

Rebecca: give me a hint

You: red curtains, red drapes.

Rebecca: Madison!

You: bingo!!

Rebecca: awesome. that bitch has it coming. I’ll get everything ready.

You think back to your run-in with Madison and Jillian at lunch earlier today. Whatever she was planning against Rachel, you didn’t want her to go through with it. And since she’s had bad blood against Rebecca as well, you figure you can kill two birds with one stone by giving Madison a taste of her own medicine. After all, she was responsible for what happened That Night, so turnabout is only fair play.

Fridays are always your favorite day, especially with what you’ve been up to for the past month. You think back to each week’s “viewing session” from your dark hiding place in the girls’ locker room, and you relish the enormous treasury of spank bank deposits from watching the cheerleading squad shower and change after the weekly game.

But this opportunity to expose a bitchy cheerleader in front of the entire school brings a whole new level of excitement. You almost forget that for this to work, you have to flash the school, too…

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You’re completely distracted during the entire first half of the football game. You can’t keep your eyes off the cheerleaders, especially Madison and her perky tits. You’re so nervous, you almost run to the bathroom when the halftime show is announced and the Spartan Chariot (which is the bus Rebecca told you about) pulls onto the field. The announcer rattles off some uninteresting details about the new and used car dealership and then declares that it’s time for this year’s Spartan Champions to be announced.

The voice over the loudspeaker says, “This year’s winners will get an all-expenses-paid dinner at Luigi’s Italian Restaurant, including a Spartan Limousine to pick them up and take them home. These two young people are certainly very lucky!” The crowd applauds in anticipation, each person hoping it’s them. “When your name is called, please step into the Chariot to don your victory outfits!”

And then it happens. It was inevitable, but it still gives you a thrill. Madison’s name is called first and yours second, and the crowd supportively cheers for the two of you as you both make your way to the Chariot. You walk onto the field from the stands, and Madison, who was already much closer, meets you at the door.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you say as you approach.

“Yeah, it’s a shame, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“You really should be here with your girlfriend, don’t you think?”

“Listen, I told you, Rachel and I aren’t together.”

“Well, this will be the perfect chance.”

“What do you mean?” you say. But Madison takes off back toward the cheerleading squad. After a moment, Rachel comes bounding toward you.

“Sam!” she says, and your heart flutters as she calls your name. “Maddie told me that she’s lactose intolerant, so she wanted me to get the prize with you. I never would have expected something so nice from her…”

“Umm, I’m not sure-” you start, but you’re interrupted by a tall, lanky kid with glasses who emerges from the bus.

“Excuse me, can we please get a move on?” he says. The clerk’s nametag reads “Simon,” and he gestures for you to get onto the bus.

You and Rachel board the bus and take a look around. It’s a luxury model, with tables and couches and even some small rooms built in toward the back.

“Congratulations,” Simon says flatly. “On behalf of Spartan Cars, I’m pleased to offer you a voucher for dinner at Luigi’s and one night’s rental of a Spartan Limousine.”

“That’s lovely, thank you, Simon,” Rachel says with a smile. “I’m certain Sam and I will have a terrific time.”

“What do we do now, man?” you ask. “The announcer said something about ‘victory outfits?’”

“Yeah,” Simon says. “In the stalls in the back of the bus, you’ll find Spartan togas. It’s all part of the advertising gimmick, so you gotta go through with it to keep the prize. You put on the togas and pose for pictures during the cheerleading routine.”

“Sounds fun!” Rachel says as she heads toward the back of the bus.

Can I really go through with this? you ask yourself. You don’t want to **** Rachel to endure any more embarrassment than she’s already been through. But on the other hand, Rebecca has all but promised you sex if you go through with her prank. And you’d be exposed as well – adding to your own embarrassment but also making it seem like a total accident. Rachel would never know it was me…

Rachel steps into one of the cubicles and starts to close the door.

“Hey, Simon,” you call, abandoning your better judgment and acting on instinct alone. “For these costumes, we should be nude underneath, right? So they look perfect for the photos?”

Simon’s eyes flash meet yours, a curious twinkle lighting them up. “Yes, yes, that’s right,” he says slowly. “The ad is spoiled if we can see your street clothes … or your uniform … underneath.”

“OK, no problem,” you say. From the stall next to you, Rachel’s voice calls out, “All right!”

Here goes nothing, you tell yourself.

You step into the open stall and see the white toga that Rebecca had shown you in her room. You take a breath and take off your clothes. You remember how to slide the straps over your shoulders, and the cloth hangs loosely off your body. The buttons in the back remain unclasped, and you know Rachel’s are the same.

You step out of the stall and see Rachel there as well. Your heart catches in your throat. Her full breasts are perfectly outlined by the thin fabric, and you can see the sides of her boobs through the slack armholes of the toga. Her chest sticks out proudly as her arms are behind her neck, fussing with the buttons.

“Um, could you please help me with this?” she asks softly. “I can’t seem to fasten the buttons.”

“Sure,” you reply. “Then you can do me.”

Rachel giggles softly and turns around. You see her smooth, white back and ache to reach under the toga and brush her soft skin. Rachel holds up her full, dark hair and waits silently for you to “button” her up.

Just like Rebecca instructed, you wedge the buttons in sideways so they’ll easily pop out if tugged. It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault, it’s not my fault… you repeat half-heartedly to yourself, all while you drink in Rachel’s delicious smell and alluring back.

“There you go,” you say.

Rachel releases her hair and turns around. She smiles at you, and you’re pretty sure she looks you up and down before saying “Your turn.”

You smile back at her and turn around. Your skin tingles as her fingertips brush your back. You can feel her fumbling with the difficult buttons, and eventually she says, “Well, that’s the best I can do.” You can tell the buttons are looser than they should be, but of course, that’s all part of the plan.

You take a breath and say, “Feels great! Are you ready for this?”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Rachel says, and the two of you step out of the bus.

The stadium of your peers and their parents erupts into applause as you emerge from the Chariot. The cheerleaders begin their rousing routine, and before you know it, you’re swept away into their midst. You haven’t actually been this close to the cheerleaders since That Night, and their proximity makes your head spin. Or maybe that’s just because they’re spinning you around, displaying you like ancient Roman booty captured on military campaign.

You and Rachel are lifted off the ground, held aloft by the cheerleading squad. The odd sensation of being held off the ground is compounded by the weirdness of going commando under a toga. You can’t help but notice the twins, Mia and Lisa, taking a nice long look at your junk as they hold you from underneath. _At least Karishma isn’t down there, _you say to yourself. She’d probably drop me just for the fun of it.

Rebecca is placed perfectly between you and Rachel, standing with her arms raised. But Madison rushes over to her quickly and steps in front of her.

“Hey!” Rebecca shouts, but it’s too late. Mia, Lisa, Shonda, and Ariel launch you into the air while Jillian, Amanda, Leslie, and Karishma toss Rachel. Madison reaches up with both hands and grabs Rachel’s toga, tugging with all her might – and before your eyes, you see the flimsy cloth slide off Rachel’s body, which flies, naked, through the night air.

You can’t really focus, unfortunately, since you’re flying yourself. But counter to Rebecca’s plan, your toga has not come undone, and you land safely and unexposed. Rachel, on the other hand, touches down beside you, her large breasts flopping and swaying in the breeze.

The crowd explodes with cheers, jeers, and camera flashes. Rachel screams and clutches her breasts with one arm while trying to cover her short, black pubic hair. You can’t help but remembering the first time you saw Rachel’s naked body, on secret display in the girls’ locker room, and now half the school has seen the most intimate parts of the shiest girl you know.

You can hardly hear the crowd over the cheerleading squad’s roar of laughter. You see Rachel turn tail and bolt for the bus, and you hasten to follow her. Her perfect, bubbly ass bounces in front of you as she streaks across the football field as fast as she can.

“Hey-” Simon says as the nude brunette approaches. Rachel reaches the door, but it won’t open. “What’s going on?”

You arrive and explain, through your gasps, “Rachel’s toga fell off. Can you please let us on the bus?”

Simon is in shock, staring at the **** Rachel who can’t cover herself while tugging on the bus door handle. You can’t blame Simon for ogling her; the sight is truly mesmerizing. But finally, she turns to him and shouts, “Hey snap out of it! Open the door already!” This jolts him to his senses, and he produces a magnetized ID that he runs across a sensor on the side of the bus. The door slides open and Rachel rushes inside, you right behind her.

Rachel runs to the closet where her cheerleading uniform awaits her, and you hear her sobbing as the door slams behind her.

Well, I guess Madison got her ****, you think. Then, with perverse relief, you think, At least I won’t get blamed for it.

You quickly change into your street clothes, but when you emerge from your stall, Rachel is still inside hers.

You knock quietly. “Hey, Rachel. You OK?”

You hear her sniffling on the other side of the door.

“Hey,” Simon calls to you from the front of the bus. You leave Rachel alone for the time being and approach him. “It sucks what happened back there,” he said. “Boss told me to double your prizes. So here.” He hands you two vouchers for a free meal at the town’s fanciest Italian restaurant and two coupons for luxury limousine service. “I hope she’s OK.”

“Thanks, I’ll talk to her,” you say.

You walk to the back of the bus, and Rachel finally emerges from her stall. “Hey, Rachel.” You’re not sure what else to say. “I can’t believe Madison did that to you.”

“She is such a bitch,” Rachel says. “I’m gonna have to find a way to get back at her.”

“She_ is _a bitch. And if there’s anything I can do to help… I’m on your side.”

Rachel turns her tear-stained face up to look at you, and she smiles weakly. “Thanks, Sam,” she says. Then she sighs. “I guess we can’t stay in here all night.”

“No, probably not,” you laugh. “Can I escort you out?”

“OK,” she says, and the two of you step off the bus together.