Dancing Queen

Seeing how sexual this game could get, Ramona steered clear of the latter options and opted for "Dancing Queen". "At least ABBA's outfits were more decent than this." Ramona gestured to her new revealing attire. Upon choosing her punishment, stylized music notes floated in one avatar ear and out the other, and the avatar danced to a bit-crushed song. Ramona tosses her phone back in her bag, she'd worry what this meant later. Maybe there was a menu with explanations somewhere in the app. Ramona quickly passed the noisy gym. By the sounds emanating, she could tell the team's dance was about to begin.

As the mixtape that they had practiced to all month started, Ramona found her feet planting shoulder width apart, causing her upper half to bend over suddenly and her bag to slip off her shoulders, accidentally showing off her tits and lower curve of her ass to the luckily empty halls. "What is going on?" She questioned nervously, feeling a tingle pulse up her body in time to the bass pulsing from the gym. On beat, her body turned sharply, like a model on a catwalk, and strutted confidently toward the gym doors, terrifying the helpless girl as the pounding music grew louder. "No no no, please no." She pleaded to her betraying body, and her dainty hands threw open the gym doors, attracting the attention of nearby students. They were dumbstruck as the head cheerleader, red in the face but marching confidently to the center of the gym, took her place in the routine. Her hips swayed sensually and her hands ran up her curves as the beat crescendoed, leading to the main part of the routine. Under normal circumstances, this routine was borderline sexy, with some hip rolls and chest popping to tease their classmates. But with this new outfit, Ramona knew it'd be a show to remember. Wolf whistles erupted from the crowd and Ramona found herself gyrating and throwing her body in perfect sync to the music, better than any practice she'd done. Her chest jiggled constantly with every step and turn of the dance, and every quick turn caused her skirt to raise lewdly, revealing her toned cheeks to the supportive audience. Her arms added extra poses to her dance, cupping her chest and sliding her fingers along her exposed curves, tugging coyly at her outfit, daring to reveal more. Ramona could only close her eyes and follow along as she put on a show for her horny class, praying for some kind of teacher interference.

Finally, someone got into the sound booth and cut the music, abruptly releasing Ramona's body from its compelled dance. She stumbled, but immediately took the opportunity to bolt to the doors, followed by whistles and catcalls, grab her dropped bag, and sprint as fast as her heels would let her. She was panting heavily by the time she reached her car, flooded by memories of what just happened: Her lack of control, the leering crowd, her confused arousal at being watched and **** to be so sexual.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a muffled chime from her bag. The app! Could it have started started another round while she was **** to dance? She quickly dug through her bag, hoping to reach the device in time.