You missed practice! Again!

You turn slowly to face Leslie, the cheerleading squad’s captain, who’s going to want to bitch you out again for prioritizing fucking over cheerleading, but she won’t do anything about it. On the occasions you show up, the squad gets a lot more attention and a lot more support, even if most of that support takes the form of catcalls at the sight of you in your (heavily altered and abbreviated) cheerleading uniform.

It’s not just Leslie, the whole squad is there, the women forming a block of three behind Leslie, while John and Mark, the only men on the squad stood a little apart, looking uncomfortable. You’ve never fucked either of them, preferring football players to cheerleaders, but you knew that they, like the rest of the population of the school, wanted to. A lot.

Leslie was almost your twin, but she was much closer to the Madonna side of the Madonna/whore dichotomy than you. The other girls were the traditional make-up of a cheerleading squad, familiar from so many movies. Sheena, the stunning black woman, the only person in school with tits more impressive than yours; Emily, a dark haired, dark eyed woman with skin so pale it burned at the mere hint of sun, a dancer’s body and legs that went on for miles; and Catalina, an immigrant from Mexico, her heavy accent made her completely incomprehensible, but when your body has curves like that, folks don’t much care what you’re saying.

“Yeah, yeah, I was busy,” you reply, not mentioning that you were mostly busy ‘buying’ the new pair of fuck-me heels that you were wearing. They had definitely lived up to their label, you remember with a broadly sexual smile.

“Were you?” Leslie asked as the other girls in the squad spread out and surrounded you. “And what was more important than practicing our routine for the championships?” she asks, as she stalks closer to you. Mark and John are locking the doors out of the room and the girls are surrounding you. You’re starting to get the familiar tingle in your stomach that means something fun is about to happen.

Your brightly painted lips parted as you decided to tell Leslie…