Recruited as a cheerleader?

Deion had brought Kjerstin away from the busier sidewalks they had been travelling and along the side of a large non-descript campus building, finally stopping at a reinforced steel door. He knocked casually, and another big black man answered the door. "Yo, hommes, you move fast," he said to Deion approvingly, leaning out the door and giving the blonde a good long look. "Who's the white girl?"

"This here's Kirsten, from Sweden," Deion informed his friend, resting his hand on her butt and gently urging the girl forward.

"How big those titties, Kirsten?" the doorman asked, offering her his hand.

"D cup, I think," Kjerstin stammered, taking his hand without really thinking about it. "Maybe double-D, our measurement system is a little different at home."

"She's perfect, D!" he agreed as he guided her through the door and down a dimly-lit hallway. "Pretty much the same height and dimensions as Shannon." Kjerstin was still getting her bearings when they finally led her through another portal and into what she recognized as a change room, complete with lockers, benches, sinks and showers. There she was presented with a skimpy brightly-colored skirt and a similarly-colored low-cut midriff top with "Rebels" emblazoned on it.

"What is this for?" Kjerstin wondered, already holding the garish top against her rack to assess its size, concluding that it may just barely contain her melons.

"Samson and me are on the basketball team," Deion explained as the gorgeous Swede inspected the costume. "And ever since Shannon got impregnated, we need a new cheerleader to take her place."

"Cheerleader? I have never done this before!" Kjerstin confessed, blinking her bright blue eyes. "I will not be able to do it right!"

"Just bounce up and down and jiggle those big titties and you'll do fine," Samson instructed her. "Think that top is going to fit?"

"Maybe you should try it on first," Deion agreed.