Author's Notes: -
Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts before reading this.. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable.
V
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I got up on the Sunday morning feeling quite excited. After breakfast I showered and shaved everywhere below my neck. I'd already decided what I was going to wear, a skater type, very short skirt and no knickers; and a silk type cami top with no bra. My permanently hard nipples would tell the world that I was horny.
Having said that, I looked at myself in the mirror and chickened out. Not with what I was wearing, but with having my nipples so prominently tenting the cami top. I got out a little denim jacket and put that on top, reasoning that I'd take it off just as soon as I arrived at the rugby clubhouse.
The getting ready part was exciting but as I walked to the underground station I got a bit nervous. My little skirt was bouncing about and I felt good, but nervous. I was going to a rugby club full of hunky men, well hopefully, and I was wearing next to nothing. As I sat on the train the vibrations made the nervousness get replaced with memories of being groped and made to cum, possibly on that very same carriage.
As I walked towards the rugby club there were 2 girls walking towards me. I overheard one say,
"The fucking bastard, I've a good mind to report them to someone; we'd both make great cheerleaders."
I smiled and thought,
"You've got to be joking; you'd be better applying for the job as the Michelin Man." (The symbol of the tyre manufacturer).
I was still smiling as I turned into the rugby ground and saw about 20 young men playing rugby. I nearly tripped over something as I walked to the clubhouse still watching the men in their short shorts and hunky bodies.
"Hi, I'm Duke, you must be Millie, right?"
"Hi Duke, yes, that's me." I replied looking the 30 something cute guy up and down.
"So pleased that you made it; you look perfect for the job."
"Well err, thank you, but don't you want to interview me?"
"Yes, of course, can I get you a drink or anything Millie?"
"No thank you."
"Right, come and have a seat and let's talk."
I sat on the wooden chair, feeling the cold on my bare butt.
Duke then started talking about the team, how many players they'd got, about the trophies that they'd won, the clubhouse; all the sort of things that I'd expected. Then Duke told me that they were going through a bad spell; that they'd got the talent but just couldn't put it all together. The committee, that he was chairman of, as well as the Coach, had come up with the idea of getting some cheerleaders to boost morale and give the boys some incentive to sort themselves out.
"So you want a few girls to dance and do some cartwheels or something at the side of the pitch?"
"Something like that, but it wouldn't be restricted to game day, there would be practice days, like this morning, and in the clubhouse as well. We'd provide the uniforms for you to wear. We've already got one set laid-out over there. There's three uniforms, one for matches, one for practices and one for wearing in the clubhouse. Would you like to have a look at them?"
Duke got up and I followed him over to a table at the other side of the room. I could see cards with names on them, 'match', 'practice' and 'clubhouse'.
I looked at the 'match' uniform. It was in their team colours and wasn't that dis-similar to what I was wearing except that the top was a halter top. The skirt was just as short as the one I had on.
"No underwear then?" I asked.
"Yes, in that tin."
"What?"
"Body paint. We thought that you could paint a pair of knickers on. We don't want any spectators getting upset do we?"
"So you'd expect us to dance around, do cartwheels and handstands and goodness knows what else, wearing just that top and that skirt?"
"And the body paint."
"And what part of my body am I supposed to paint?"
"Oh don't worry about that, one of the lads will put that on for you."
"All this is a bit sexist and degrading isn't it?"
"As I explained to the other 2 girls Millie, we don't do politically correct here. We're all proper men and we don't give a damn about all these women's lib things or all this racism crap. No one here is a racist. You've probably noticed that 3 of the guys are black. What you probably haven't heard yet is the white guys calling them coons or black bastards or niggers. You also won't have heard the black guys calling the white guys white honkeys or white trash either. Well you will; name calling goes on all the time. Just remember, it's not WHAT you say, it's the way that you say it, and here it's all done in a friendly way between friends so no one even thinks about racism. Everyone in this team, this club is a friend of everyone else in the club and they will do anything for ANY of the other members regardless of age, background, job, colour of their skin or sex. Well the sex part became part of it when we decided that we wanted some cheerleaders"
"Wow Duke, that was some little speech and it was good to hear it. It's all good with me, now, I see that there are no shoes with the uniforms."
"I was hoping that you'd all be able to provide your own white pumps for outside and some high heels for inside."
"Probably a good idea." I replied
I moved to the 'practice' uniform and lifted the microskirt up. There was nothing underneath it.
I smiled and said,
"Running around outside in just this belt eh Duke?"
"Yep, don't worry, the grounds aren't overlooked it will just be the team that will see your tits bouncing about. And we wouldn't expect you to be out there when it's really cold."
"Well that's good to know but my tits aren't really big enough to 'bounce' about."
"They're just the right size for me Millie."
I smiled and the tingling spread from my pussy to my nipples.
Next I looked at the 'clubhouse' card.
"So haven't you bought the clubhouse uniform yet?" I asked.
"Nothing to buy; that's it."
"But there's nothing there."
"Exactly, you'll be stark naked; except for your shoes, you'll need to wear high heels, we've got to please the lads. A happy team is a winning team."
"Hmm, right, I see. So how much will you be paying your cheerleaders?"
"Money! We were rather hoping that you'd do it for the team. After all we're just a local team. The lads will want to buy lots of drinks for you and you'll be welcome to help yourself to any food that's laid on but money; doubtful. We've been working on the principal that if you saw the advert on Craig's List then you're just out for a good time; and you'll certainly get that here."