Everyone in this story is over 18 and this story is mostly fictitious with some truth and fantasy mixed in for my pleasure.
Hey everyone! It's me, Tiff again! I will be telling another excitingly, erotic tale from my younger days. This time, I will be taking us on an adventure through my cheerleading antics. If you haven't read My School Day, I highly recommend reading that first before starting this story.
Just a quick recap: I attended an all-girl catholic school where we lacked most team sports. This school had a few sports, but those sports did not require cheerleaders to be present. The school was thinking about getting rid of the cheerleader program altogether since we did not cheer for any of the school's team and we didn't have any events that brought in additional funds. The head sister brought me into her office and I closed the door behind me flashing the bottom half of my uncovered butt cheeks to her. The head sister was staring at my lack of panties and could even see a bit of my pussy. She noticed I was still wearing my adjusted uniform: a tiny top that was essentially just a bikini top made from the old school blouse that held in my bra less 34DD breasts and a micro mini skirt that was also an altered school skirt that barely covered my pussy and only about half of my plump booty.
I quickly sat down and caused my massive boobs to jiggle in place for a few moments, which caused my nipples to harden on the process. She reminded me for like the hundredth time that I was not wearing a school uniform, which I quickly proved that I was wearing a school uniform by showing the school embroidered insignias. I stood back up and bent over her desk to allow her a closer look at the insignia that was bouncing around with my massive chest and penetrating nipples. Then I lifted my skirt to above her desk to show the insignia that was built into the hem, which flashed my butt cheek to the questioning lady. I sat back down and argued that the school handbook said as long as the uniform was a certified school uniform that I was following dress code. She was tired of my antics but knew like always she had no ammunition to stop me. She told me just to sit down, which I did and made my boobs jiggle once again.
She was once again staring at my nipples and cleared her throat. She explained that she called me in not because of my attire but that board had reached the decision of disbanding the cheerleading team. I felt my chest get heavy and I began to weep. I began to beg and plead with her to not shut us down. I had thought that maybe this was a way of getting back at me for my state of constant undress so I begged for her to punish me and not the other girls. She admitted that this was a personal attack on me but was purely a budget issue to keep us as a team. As I sat there with my head was spinning for a solution, I came up with the brilliant, last ditch effort of an answer.
I quickly stood up, which caused my boobs to bounce freely in my tiny top. The head sisters' eyes grew large again and were staring at my 34DD breasts. My nipples were pushing through the thin fabric of the blouse from the emotions and excitement of the conversion. My tiny skirt had ridden up from the constant standing up quickly and sitting down, which caused my slit to be on full display. Her eyes were now drawn to my naked slit. I expressed I had an amazingly bold idea that would help both sides. She told me to sit back down and say what I was thinking, which caused my boobs to jiggle all over again.
I told the head sister that she should rent out us cheerleaders to one for the catholic boys school that had no cheerleaders. I stood up again and slid my hands down my body and gave my butt a slap. I told her that they couldn't say no to hot cheerleaders strutting their stuff on the sidelines. The head sister laughed and couldn't believe that I just did that in front of her. She told me she would make a few calls and ask around, but she made no promises and told me to get out of her office. I quickly got out of the chair and scampered out while giggling. I forgot to fix my skirt so I flashed 3/4 of my butt as I was leaving the head sister office. She told me to at least put on some panties as I was closing the door. I poked my head back in and stuck my tongue out playfully and then retreated back to my class.
After what felt like weeks (but was actually just a single weekend), the head sister had reached out to multiple all-boys schools. Every single one was interested in the idea of lining their sidelines with cute cheerleaders to increase attendance numbers. Our school had essentially created a bidding war for their cheerleaders. The ultimate winner was our brother school due to a rather generous donation to our school. (We noticed that within a few weeks two new buildings had their grounds broken. Later, both were named after the rich person that donated the large sums of bribe money).
Some of the girls had mixed feelings about how the school was renting out their students. I heard out their concerns and let them know that this was the only way to save cheerleading. I also expressed that we would finally be able to afford new uniforms and other essentials that were lacking since the school had given us such little funding. The girls could see how passionate I was in saving our team and no one felt dirty after that. They were also excited for the chance for myself to be exhibited in front of a much larger crowd and they knew how that would get me very excited. The girls quickly cheered up when I explained the plans that I had for the near future. Truly, what's a football game without the cute cheerleaders pumping up the home team?
It was after school on a Thursday afternoon a few weeks after saving the team and I was heading back from the head sister's office. She had just finished giving me the details on the cheerleading squad's first assignment being this Friday. She handed me keys and told me to take care of one of the newly purchased school buses. I promised I wouldn't let her down, did a salute with an about face. This motion flashed my butt cheeks to the head sister, who at this point had just given up to tell me to cover up or even wear underwear. I sent out text messages to all the girls and told them to meet up for one final practice before the big game tomorrow. I gave them details and set the times for when to meet up in one of the open fields. Our cheer squad consisted of fifteen girls with myself and Mindy as co-captains for a total of 17 girls.