No. You quickly leave...with Amber

You glance over the legalize and your eyes glaze over. How can this be any different then the boring lecture you all just had. You quickly pen your name down and hand the contract to Anne who smiles at you, although for some reason it runs a chill down your spin. Maybe it was in your head though, the few other guys on the team got the same smile after they quickly signed and handed in their contracts as well.

"All right, if you've turned in your contracts you are all free to leave and finish and preparations you need for the school year. Remember though, practice starts tomorrow. Don't be late! I don't want to have to discipline anyone on the first day."

As you left, you though that seemed like an odd choice of words. Before you could think on it too much though, Amber catches up to you and begins chatting with you again.

"Hey there cutie. You left pretty quickly. I wanted to ask you a question"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize. What's up?"

She paused and twirled her hair..."Well this is a bit awkward. But I need some help moving in and I don't know many people here. All of the other cheerleaders seemed busy chatting...would you mind?"

As you look her over again, there's just something about her that looks familiar, but you can't quite place it. She appears quite athletic, and fully capable of moving boxes into her room. However, while you were no player, you no better than to say no to being the knight in shinning armor to a cheerleader. Especially one with a D-sized chest.

"Of course! I'm already unpacked so it's no problem!"

She walks you over to her car, which is a brand new, Luxury SUV. It had to have cost as much as you entire tuition.

"Wow...nice wheels" you stutter.

"Oh thanks! It's a bit much...I just wanted a car but my mom insisted these were safer."

As she hands you some boxes you catch the label of "toys" on one of them. It weighs quite of bit, which gives you the impression that it's not a box of stuffed animals. As you fantasize about what might be in the toy box, Amber is chatting away about her mom, whose apparently an actress, and how all of the cheerleaders are put into the same dorm building and have to have roommates that are on the team. This is to build better chemistry, and to make it easier for coaches and captains to have meetings. You think about this, and vaguely remember seeing the male cheerleaders loading stuff into your dorm building earlier in the day, so this is probably true for you too.

As you arrive in her room, you see that the RA has posted pom-pom themed name tags to their door that read "Welcome Amber and Elsie!" You enter the room together and it's apparent the Elsie has already moved in, but Amber says "Set the boxes on the desk and relax for a bit. Elsie was talking to her older sister. It's been great having an in on the team. She's been a really mentor on all this freshmen stuff. Let me go check the common area and see if they're back yet...I'll be right back."

"Oh...wait" you say but she's already gone. You set the boxes down and awkwardly wait. Strictly speaking, you don't think you're supposed to be in the room by yourself. You look around the room and see some photos up already. You recognize Morgan, the team captain, in some photos with another girl with black hair. You presume this is else and that she must be sisters with the team captain. Like her sister, Elsie is average in the chest but had a firm tight ass. Looking on the other side of the room you see photos of Amber and her family. With a sinking, and terrifying feeling, you realize why Amber looks familiar. She is a spitting image of her mother, who, based on the photos you see, is undeniably femdom star Mz. Berlin. You turn to leave just as Amber opens the door to return with Elsie and Morgan filtering in behind her.

"Uh...hi ladies...I was just above to leave and..." but that's all you manage to say as Amber pulls a cattle prod from behind her back and shocks you to the floor.

"Oh...you're not going anywhere for awhile" she says with a smile, as you slip into unconsciousness.