Master: Off to the Cheerleader's Club House!

Joining the procession Luke didn't standout among the mix of eager and nervous guys. Filling in, it was packed with at least a quarter of the school's male athletes, Rugby Players, Footballers, Trach Guys, and of course Soccer Players. Every team had at least some representation.

Littered with at least a dozen couches Luke had to stand as he read the big poster hung on the wall.

DON'T WORRY!

WERE GETTING READY BOYS!

JUST FOR YOU!

PLAY NICE!

It wasn't the first time he'd been there, but he definitely knew that the Cheer Squad was most definitely special. Besides of course the fact that they actually got a club house, something which not a single male only team had, there's dwarfed all the other club houses. Standing two stories, the whole first floor made up a pimped out social area which had hosted a fair few parties. Upstairs Luke at least know there was a change room, beyond that he had no clue. As far as he knew, it was female only, barred to the rare few guys who were even invited into the first floor.

Mingling Luke quickly grouped up with the soccer guys who'd showed up, at least half the team. Brutus, the tall asshole which he was, acted as a nice anchor for everyone to converge on.

"All right fellas! Ready to fuck some bitches!" Thuggish the crude Brutus clapped two of his smaller teammates on the back with a wicked small.

"Yo man! You shouldn't say shit like that! You'll get us in deep shit!"

"Ha! Pussy like you maybe, but that's how a real man talks, and let me tell you it's exactly what the ladies love to hear!"

Luke just rolled his eyes. He never understood how there team's goalie could always get away with talking smack like that. Luke knew what would happen to him if his mom caught him saying something like that, seemed stupid to risk uttering such nonsense out loud, even if it was just clearly for show. Yet for some reason the teachers we're never around when Brutus bolstered out his misogyny.

"What's wrong shrimp dick? I offend you like some kind of sissy?"

Taking a moment to process Luke realised the comment was directed at him.

"Pffft, tough talk when only a minute ago I was kicking your ass."

Teeth flaring past his tanned lips Brutus fumed.

"Careful, or I'll teach you what a real ass kicking looks like."

However, before the threat could be followed up, loud music blared from the Clubhouse speakers.

"Hello Boys!"

Heads snapping in unison, all the male athlete's eyes locked onto Cheer Squad Captain, and Vice-Captian.

Matching, Donna, and Nemesis dressed in there full white and blue cheerleader uniforms, along with some very seductive ruby red lipstick, and sparkling eye shadow.

"You know! There's nothing more us girls appreciate then loyalty!"

Short skirt ridding up her chocolate legs Donna smiled at all her drooling new boys.

"Haven't we always treated you well?"

Timing her choreography perfectly Donna wrapped her arms into her chest, fluttering her eyes as she waited for a answer.

"Ya."

Slow at first the crowd of guys cried out.

"Being there for you thick and thin? Standing with you at each and every single one of your games, no matter what?"

"Ya!"

The guys cried out this time without missing a beat.

"So then, I have to ask, after everything we've done for you, after how loyal the Cheer Squad has been to you. Don't you think they deserve your loyalty?"

Donna raised her first high into the air.

"Cheer Squad! Cheer Squad! Cheer Squad!"

The Athletes chanted in unison matching the stance and cadence of there Mistress of Ceremonies. Nerves dispelled, adrenalin kicking in, all the young adult males remember why they we there.

"Seeing you all showing up, trusting the Cheer Squad to treat you all just right! That took Loyalty boys! And you know what? I think loyalty deserves to be rewarded! Don't you?"

Donna put her hand to her ear.

"YAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

Jumping and barely able to contain themselves Donna knew the chaff was ready. Thus raising her arms towards the stairs with a smile.

"Then I present to you what was promised, your Cheer Squad!"

Cheers both male and female enveloped the room as a wave of femininity rushed down the stairs. All in there white and blue uniforms, cheer squad members penetrated the crowd of awaiting male athletes. Nirvana had been promised, and they were here to deliver.

The soccer players stood closer to the middle of the crowd, Luke watched awestruck as girls pounced on guys lips first. Grabbing two or three and rushing them away to a more prized spot in the room.

Brutus was the one to break ranks first, nocking one of his teammates over as he muscled his way towards the action.

"Come men! While the gettins good!"

So many sexy cheerleaders! Where was one even to start?

Were they really going to give all these guys handjobs?

Luke leaped into action along with his comrades only after a moments hesitation. A clear path forming for him, Luke's eyes scanned the chaos of lust infront of him.

Standing back and to his right, as if searching for something, was a magnificent norwegian framed blond. Sliver glitter painted across her face and hair, she dodged boy after boy like a matador might.

To his left the flash of a tall warrior esque cheerleader clearly on the Prowell. Black muscles flaring, a mod of fear ran away in her opposite direction.

Giving himself one final glance forward, Luke could always just keep following the hole that idiot Brutus was making for him.