The private box

"Let's go, girls!"

The Pinkwhistle cheerleaders, lead by Anne-Marie, flounced out onto the field, shaking their pom-poms. "We're smart! We're cool! We're just the better school!"

"Not bad," said Samantha Suzuki, watching from her private box. "But I could have done it better."

"This isn't funny! Let me go - eep!"

"Quiet, you," ordered Samantha. She sat in a gigantic, comfortable armchair. Ruby Chow sat in her lap, stark naked except for hot pink stockings and bunny ears, biting her lip and squirming as Samantha's strong hands roved over her body. "You're going to sit here and watch the show. And you're going to like it."

"Never!" Ruby tried to wriggle free, but Samantha grabbed her leash and pulled her back down. She tweaked the unlucky math teacher's left nipple, and said "They haven't gotten any bigger, I see."

"This rules," said Hank, sitting in a huge beanbag chair next to her. Bonnie and Susie were both on his lap, blushing and wriggling as he pinched their tits and groped their thighs. "I'm so glad I decided to betray Pinkwhistle."

"Yes, it was a really good idea. Besides, you're not really betraying the whole town of Pinkwhistle. Just the girls."

"The girls are what's most important about Pinkwhistle," protested Susie, trying to crawl off Hank's lap. All three of them were stark naked, of course, and she could feel his hard cock against her bare bottom. Which was mortifying! Especially since he'd spanked her so thoroughly, earlier in the afternoon, while Samantha held Bonnie down and made her watch. "Girls are smarter than boys! Everyone knows that!"

"Sounds like there's a debate you need to watch," said Samantha, slipping two fingers into Ruby's pussy while the flustered math teacher writhed and whimpered. "God, that was funny, Ruby. When you read that part about how small your tits were, I thought you were going to burst into flame."

"Ahh! Stop!"

"But you're so wet! I can't believe you actually like this!"

"We're cool! We're classy! We're going to kick your ass! Hey!" The cheerleaders kicked their legs high in the air, exposing the hot pink spanky pants underneath their skirts. Then, working fast, they formed a human pyramid, standing on each other's shoulders. Anne, on top, raised her arms high into the air and cheered as loud as she could.

"Let's go, Pinkwhistle!" she said. Still looking a lot like Kirsten Dunst in Bring It On.