Ms Samson

Ultimately you choose Ms Samson first, after all what better first then with an experienced woman? "Sorry but I should take care of the paperwork first or it'll pile up. Another time girls?"

None of them but Ms Samson really seemed happy about that but they all backed down, they were in public and she was a teacher there wasn't much they could do at this moment.

The rest of your day was pretty normal all told. There were more looks, a bit less mockery, and the school work was rather easy today, but nothing truly out of the ordinary. You did try to avoid the other cheerleaders for now though, not so much because you were scared but because you didn't want to screw up what you were planning to be a long night with Ms. Samson.

Finally the day ended and Ms. Samson just appeared outside your last classes door and ushered you away to her office, out of the corner of your eyes you saw several of the girls from earlier glaring at there coach in a way you had never seen them do before, Taylor included.

You got to her familiar office quickly enough, off the side of the gym it was perhaps the most isolated room in the entire school, decently large with a bunch of corny posters on 3 of the four walls, the last wall dominated by trophies and pictures of the Cheer Squad from the last 20 years. The room was very familiar to you as much of your work as manager was spent doing grunt paper work here for Ms. Samson or Taylor to sign, although unlike a lot of the bad stuff you had to deal with that was actually a fair part of your job, as manager you did the numbers, the head cheerleader kept the girls in line and practicing, and the coach made sure everyone knew what they were meant to be doing and smoothed out any problems or helped any issue's. Honestly you weren't sure how anyone else did it or if that was the best way to do it but it was the way the school had done it since the cheer squad had been a thing.

So there wasn't much surprise when you did actually spend the first 10 minutes doing actual work, logistics to make sure everyone could safely attend the next away game still needed to be done, new love or not

Ms. Samson nearly yanked the papers out of your hand after you finished them to sign them then stuff them away, and asked you with the flirtiest voice you had ever heard "So John, I realized something earlier, I talk to the girls all the time, but I rarely make sure you're OK. So talk to me, do you have a girl in your life right now, any recent issue's?"

You chuckled a bit, confident in your knowledge of why she'd ask this now "No girls, I was thinking maybe it was time to try though." You tried to give her a flirty look, honestly you probably looked silly, but Ms. Samson smiled just a touch wider.

"Would you just give me a second" she asked suddenly, ignoring your answer. You raised an eyebrow but nodded, wondering what exactly she was planning, Ms. Samson was young but still older then you and judging by her interactions with the cheerleaders she knew how to hook men, whatever she had planned you were excited to see. Ms. Samson walked into a little cubby in the corner of the room, a closet so small everyone just left it as a dark corner, and you heard the rustling of clothes.