Why not both?

Torrance waited at the door as she looked out at the squad. They had already started the routine. She was to make her entrance soon, and have the squad introduce her as the new Captain. Her legs twitched in anticipation. She looked down and saw nothing but bare flesh, not even shoes or socks adorned her feet. As she thought about what she was about to do, she felt the moisture between her legs and aching in her loins as she fought the urge to get off right here. Just as she felt a drop of moisture begin sliding down her inner thigh, she heard her cue!

"I'm strong and I'm loud! I'm gonna make you proud, I'm T-T-Torrance! Your captain, Torrance!" She said, swaying her hips and shaking her breasts at the crowd.

Everyone (including her squad and coach) had their mouths open in shock. Here was their Captain, the beacon of professionalism, style, and perfectionism, and she was naked as the day she was born, strutting about and shaking her assets like a stripper!

The faculty and staff was to shocked to react, and so were the students. However, the photographers and videographers didn't miss a beat. They thought they were dreaming themselves, so they fought to capture every moment of this display.

Torrance knew the silence was inevitable as part of her dream. It wouldn't let up until she acted embarrassed or covered up. So, she instead cartwheeled to the left, then back flipped to the right. She shook her breasts, then turned around to shake her ass. She spread her legs to drop into a split, and leaned forward to make sure everyone was able to see her puckered anus and her wet snatch. It also made sure to grind her clit on the hardwood floor.

She moaned as she relished the sensation, leaving a snail trail on the floor. She rose to her feet and spread her legs shoulder width apart and bent her knees until she couched as deep as she could. She spread her knees as far as she could and rubbed her soaked slit with her right hand, gasping at how god it felt. She rubbed her beasts and teased her nipples with both hands, and threw her head back in ecstasy.

She finally dropped to her knees and moved her hands from her tits down her flat stomach, and to her inner thighs. She rubbed her lips gently before she licked her right pointer and middle fingers before plunging them deep into her sopping wet sex. She moaned loudly as she finger fucked herself in front of the entire school. She opened her eyes momentarily and was reminded of the fact this was being recorded to be sold as DVDs later, as well as being broadcast on the city's local cable station live. She saw the local newspaper reporters that normally covered the games as well as the school newspaper's photographers seemingly trying to max out their memory card. Seeing all of this, and knowing how embarrassing it would be if this weren't a dream finally pushed her over the edge.

"OOOOH....UGGGGGNNNNNHHHH....AAAAaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!"

Her orgasmic screams and panting filled the room, and her juices flowed in front of her. No one had seen a display like this before, and many (female and male alike) had involuntarily orgasmed at the sight, despite having no stimulation.

Torrance's breathing slowed down, and she was finally able to look at her audience in its entirety. She saw the shocked looks, the puzzled looks, and the disapproving looks. She let her arms down at her sides as she laid back and let the afterglow of her powerful orgasm wash over her.

It was at this point everyone reacted. Cheers, laughter, shouts of protest, disgust, and catcalls were all around her. She heard faculty and staff try to settle everyone down, and she smiled, knowing she was due to wake up soon.

"Torrance! What the hell is wrong with you?!" She heard various members of her squad shout at her as they passed by. The naked Captain just closed her eyes and lay there, basking in the embarrassment and humiliation. Before she knew it, she was wet again.

"Torrance! Get the hell up!"

That was the signal. Torrance sat up and opened her eyes...