Cherilynne wants to be a tease, so she might as well get paid for it

"I think your punishment should be... harsh." You snap your fingers.

Cherilynne is no longer on the ground, covered in your spunk, and naked. Instead she's standing, clean, and dressed in a school uniform, like from some fancy private school. She even has a tie, a bow in her hair, and thick framed glasses. Not that it doesn't look good on her, the pleated gray skirt is very short and the white dress shirt is very tight around her impressive chest.

"This is harsh?" asks Cherilynne with a laugh.

You lean over and press the play button on an iPod hooked up to portable speakers at Cherilynne's feet.

Some funky, fast paced music starts and a change comes over Cherilynne. She starts to sway her hips and run her hands through her hair. Her face struggles with confusion, then turns to simple sexiness. She puckers her lips in a flirty manner as she runs her hands over her chest. Her movements become stronger and faster until she's fully dancing with the music.

There's another flash of confusion on her face, but that quickly turns back into passion as the music gets faster.

The music stops for a brief moment. When it roars back Cherilynne grabs her white dress shirt and rips it open, revealing a silky black bra holding in her tremendous breasts.

"Yeah!" shouts Taylor. "Work it, girl! Anybody got any singles?!"

Cherilynne rips off her shirt, but leaves her tie. It falls between her huge breasts, which draws attention to them in an odd, sexy way. She shakes her chest with the music, jiggling her assets.

Megan calls out, "Yeah Cheri, work the pole!

Taylor looks at her friend with pity. "Megan, don't be dense. There's no pole to work."

"Oh yes there is," you say, pointing to your lap. Your cock has hardened again. You sit on the bleachers so that it stands straight up. "Time for a lap dance, Miss Cherry Ontop. That's your stage name, by the way."

Cherrilynne looks horrified. The look fades quickly as her new instincts take over again. She grabs her skirt and tugs. It falls away easily, revealing black, French cut panties that match her bra.

She dances over to you, positioning herself between your spread legs, then turns around. She bends over slightly and puts her hands on her knees, giving her a good position to rub her ass on your crotch. Your upright cock falls into the crack of her perfect ass. She slides up and down, rubbing the bottom of your penis with her buttocks.

Cherilynne turns around and puts her hands on your shoulders. She maintains eye contact with you while she sways with the music. The thick framed glasses, the cute bow in her hair, and the tie hanging in front of her pendulous breasts all do a great job of adding a naughty schoolgirl feel to the lapdance.

Finally the music stops. Cherilynne straightens up and backs away from you. "Well, that was... something. I suppose it would be humiliating for some girls, but I can handle it. Not such a bad punishment, really."

"Oh, that wasn't your punishment," you say. "That was just a preview."

You snap your fingers and she disappears.

The cheerleaders gasp. "Where did Cherilynne go?" asks Madison.

"You mean Cherry" Oh, I guess she was never really here. I changed history a bit. As far as everyone outside this room can remember, including Cherry, she quit the team months ago to make time for her new job at the strip club across town."

The girls gasp again, except for Taylor. "Does this mean I'm back in as head cheerleader?"

You laugh. "Fine, you're head cheerleader again." You wave your hand and her bikini top changes back into a cheerleader top. "Okay, now that I'm done with Cherry, who's next? Oh, by the way, I'm not taking any more requests. It's all about me now, girls."