Gina the Head-Cheerleader

It is Gina, the queen bitch of the cheerleading squad. Gina is a tall, curvaceous beauty with long blonde hair and a drop-dead gorgeous face. Her large, full breasts and curvy bubble butt, paired with her slim but toned form, give her the best body in the school, and she knows it. She is wearing the school's cheerleading uniform, an outfit that is becoming increasingly provocative and skimpy every passing year. This year, the cheerleading uniform is little more than a tiny sleeveless top that barely covers their breasts without exposing under-cleavage, and shorts so short and tight that they left the bottom of their asses exposed while showing off their huge bulges perfectly. You would be absolutely smitten by her if she wasn’t such a bitch.

"Let's walk together to our next class." She says in a sweet voice, but the way she's looking at you reminds you of the way a lioness looks over a cornered baby antelope.

For a moment, you consider fleeing. Everyone with a brain in their skull fears Gina and her cheerleading squad. Born into money, Gina is accustomed to getting precisely what she wants at all times and doesn't take no for an answer. She is ruthless and uses a wide variety of manipulations to get what she wants. Threats, ****, and **** are common tactics for her when she doesn't receive immediate acquiescence. Almost everyone in school calls her a real bitch, but of course never to her face.

Rumors of Gina's sexual prowess are legendary. You honestly can't remember a single week going by since Gina turned eighteen that she hasn't been caught fucking some student or teacher in the parking lot or an empty classroom.

Trying to fake some bravado, you nod and try your best to keep your nervousness in check. Gina has a satisfied grin on her face, puts her arm around you, guiding you out of the classroom. Some of your classmates stare at you with what can only be taken as pity, while others, mainly the girls, seem amused.

"Doug, wasn't it?" Gina says dismissively. "I have to say, you showed some real talent as a buttslut. But you need more training. So I decided to help you out. We'll meet at my car after school, and I'll train you to become the best fuck bitch in school. What do you say?"

"What?! No," you refute with defiance.

Her smile fades. "Do you know how many guys would kill for the chance to get trained by me? To get fucked by me? The line would stretch to the next county. So, when I offer to train you, I need you to realize you have hit the fucking lottery. In fact," Gina continues, her smile returning, "I think you should thank me for my generosity. I think you should fall on your knees and suck my cock."