Caught by the cheerleaders

For just a moment, Susie considered diving into the mirror. But her nerve failed her. She knew, rationally, there was no such thing as ghosts. But she still couldn't bring herself to do it. Her heart pounded at the thought of having creepy monsters perv all over you, like that poor French girl, and she instinctively drew back from the abyss.

A hand landed on her shoulder, and instantly she regretted not taking the chance. Too late now. Anne-Marie, the homecoming queen, and her posse of cheerleaders, was smiling down at her and her best friend.

It took three girls to drag Bonnie to the floor, where she was pinned hand and foot while her jeans were tugged down around her ankles, her gingham shirt unbuttoned and peeled off her shoulders. She was left in sky-blue bra and pale yellow panties, the slopes of her surprisingly large breasts dusted with freckles, her strong thighs bare and the cute curves of her squeezable bottom presented for the cheerleaders' amusement.

Susie barely put up a fight. Anne practically peeled her down to her black bra and white panties with one hand, exposing her tall slender body and her small but perky breasts. The two girls were dragged to their feet, their arms pinned behind their backs, Bonnie gritting her teeth and Susie biting her lip. Grinning cheerleaders flashed victory signs as Anne took a celebratory photograph.

"Two lovely ladies in their underwear," she said, cheerfully. "Hey, you know who'd enjoy this?"

"Let us go, you bitch!"

"The boys!"