Monday seemed different for Cody Carlyle. The previous Friday he'd been just another new kid at school, albeit one with dreams of playing big-time college football but a new kid nonetheless. He had found himself self conscious of his Oklahoma twang in his new West Coast setting, and the old pickup truck he drove to school only helped him feel out of place.
What a difference a weekend made-Cody was no longer an anonymous transfer student, he wasn't even "the big guy from Oklahoma" anymore. He'd emerged into a household name amongst the halls of Mission Vista High School, suddenly saddled with a reputation of being the next big thing to come out of Orange County. His performance on Friday night had made him a star, someone people wanted to know.
At lunch the attention came to a head. As he walked out to his truck to leave off-campus, he heard a feminine voice calling out. Cody wasn't entirely sure if he was the intended recipient, so he continued walking only to hear her shouts continue. He paused long enough to see a pretty red-haired girl now approaching him at a brisk jog, books in hand and backpack cinched on her back. Cody recognized her almost immediately, from the sidelines at Friday's game and from the morning pep rally the day of the game. Her name was Jacqueline, and she was head cheerleader. The towering young man stopped, his attention turned to the attractive girl as her jog slowed to a walk as it became apparent that Cody had acknowledged her.
"Hey there!" the young redhead said to him cheerfully. "How you doing?"
"Pretty good," Cody responded briefly, back to being self conscious of his accent.
"Oh I'm sorry," Jacqueline continued, acting as if she was embarrassed of her manners but clearly not. "My name's Jacqueline, and I just wanted to let you know that you were awesome on Friday night!"
"Why thanks," Cody answered, curious as to where this conversation was going. "I saw ya cheering a bit on Friday too...you're pretty great too."
"You mean you actually paid attention to us cheering," the redhead said, her response again veiled in false astonishment. "I didn't think anyone actually watched us!"
Jacqueline then took Cody's hand in hers, encouraging his massive palm to engulf her slender features and walked with him.
"So Cody, I was wondering if you could do me a favor," Jacqueline propositioned.
"Well, I should have known you weren't just being nice," Cody responded cynically, almost set to dismiss the cheerleader right then.
"Oh no it's nothing like that, in fact I think you'll really like what I have in mind," Jacqueline said, doing her best to reason with him. "You see, here at Mission Vista us cheerleaders have a tradition...we pick one senior football player each year and show them how much we appreciate what they do for our school. As head cheerleader I get to pick who this year's senior is, and I was hoping you'd give us the honor of being our man for the year."
This seemed to put Cody at ease; the cheerleaders had always done stuff back in Oklahoma to show their appreciation for the football players, usually baked them desserts, decorated their lockers, or helped out at the annual preseason and postseason banquets. It seemed slightly odd to him that such was offered to only one senior, but he figured it was just a California thing.
"Well Jacqueline, I definitely think that's something I could do for ya guys," Cody answered. "In fact I'd be honored."
"Awesome! I'm glad to hear that!" the perky redhead said, looking up at Cody with her blue eyes. "Does that mean I can be the first to show my appreciation?"
"What did ya have in mind?"
"Nothing too big," Jacqueline responded, her voice now hinting a tone of pseudo-timidness. "If it wouldn't be too much of a hassle, I'd really like it if you could fuck my brains out."
Cody was immediately taken aback by the response and wasn't sure what to do; standing in front of him was easily one of the sexiest women he had ever seen, and the fact that she was offering herself to him was definitely seemed to good to be true.
"Are you serious?" Cody probed. "How do I know you're not trying to set me up?"
"Like I said we have a tradition here," Jacqueline explained. "We select exactly 15 seniors to the cheer squad every day, one for each day of the school week. One senior gets to have his way with each of us over three weeks, and at the end he gets to decide which of us he wants to keep for his personal use the rest of the year. That's our way of showing our appreciation."
Cody was still skeptical, but it was visible to Jacqueline that he had come around; every senior class since she had been there said it took little convincing to get a guy on board with fucking 15 gorgeous cheerleaders. Her hand still in his, she guided him towards a destination.
"The dance classroom is available at this time every day; we'll go there."
Once they arrived at the classroom, Jacqueline guided Cody in and locked the door behind them. It was your standard dance room-wood floors, mirrors, and completely empty minus a single chair and blanket in the middle.
"I came prepared," Jacqueline said with a mischievous grin, walking Cody towards the chair and sitting him down in it. She stepped away from him so he could get a better look at her, to which he did intently.