Gym class

The morning went by slowly.

Anne-Marie Patchett, dressed in her cheerleader outfit, looked her squad up and down thoughtfully. She had thought about not doing anything mean to the cheerleader squad, since she was, after all, a cheerleader, and they were supposed to be the coolest girls in school. But that just made it all the more tempting.

"Let's hear it again, girls!"

"We're the Embarrassed No-Pants Cheer Squad of Shame! You look at our pussies and we take all the blame!"

The bleachers were packed with interested students, and not a few total strangers, as the Embarrassed No-Pants Cheer Squad of Shame practiced their high kicks on the grass. They wore the top halves of their red and yellow cheerleader uniforms, pom-poms, long socks, and white shoes. Beautiful athletic bottoms in a range of tones, white and black and caramel, jiggled and bounced as the girls bent at the waist. A row of freshly-shaved and delicious-looking cheerleader pussies peeped from between strong toned thighs.

"You're doing a great job, girls! Keep it up!"

"Excuse me," said a short man with a camera, jogging up to Anne-Marie as she stood with the whistle around her neck, watching the cheerleaders work and occasionally offering a constructive word of advice. "I'm a scout from the American Cheerleading Association, or whatever it's called, and I love what you're doing here. So original! I was wondering if you'd be interested in taking it across the country. Plenty of teams would like you to depants their cheerleaders for them, and we've been looking for a new Superbowl halftime show."

"I think that's a great idea. And I bet you'd give me a lot of money for it."

"I certainly would!"