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."
"Hmm, was that shewed idea yours Duke?"
"Yes it was actually."
"I thought so. So have you got any other girls yet Duke?"
"Yes we have. We've had 9 applicants so far. Most of them were ugly or fat so the interview only lasted a couple of minutes but 3 of them were nearly as cute as you. One said that she wouldn't do it unless she got paid."
I smiled and remembered the Michelin girls.
"So you've already got 2 girls that are prepared to get naked for the team."
"Yep."
"Are you expecting them to let your team fuck them Duke?"
"That's up to them Millie. We may all be sexist pigs but none of us would force ourselves on a girl. That's just not right."
"Good answer Duke. Well, I guess that you've now got 3 cheerleaders. Oh, I nearly forgot; what about kids and parents?"
"Phew, you had me worried for a bit there Millie, the lads would never forgive me if I let someone as good looking as you slip through my fingers. And no, the lads wouldn't dream of bringing any family members. Occasionally a girlfriend will appear but not very often."
"You haven't got your fingers on me yet Duke. When do I start?"
"Awesome Mille, the lads will be real happy."
"So when are the practice sessions Duke?"
"Wednesday evenings and Sunday mornings, that's what's going on out there right now. Then the game is in the afternoon. Just about all games are here because we've got a pitch but the odd one is somewhere else. We usually borrow a minibus to get there. Will that be a problem Millie?"
"Unlikely but if it ever is I'll let you know. So do you want me back here on Wednesday or would you like me to start now?"
"Wow, you're keen to get your kit off Millie. The lads will be in very soon for some lunch then the opposition will be arriving just before the game. You'd be on your own today; the other 2 girls aren't going to be here till Wednesday. I'll understand if you want to give today a pass."
"No, no, I may as well meet the guys today. I'd forgotten about the other teams, do you ever get and girlfriends of kids coming with them?"
"The odd girlfriend driving some of them here but apart from that no."
"Good, I'd hate to be accused of corrupting kids or upsetting old prudes."
"No, you're okay there Millie, we wouldn't have advertised for cheerleaders if there were going to be any problems like that. We've assumed that you wouldn't mind getting changed in one of the changing rooms; we've got one for the home team, and one for the away team. Take your pick, make yourself at home, have a wander around and get to know the place, I've just got to finish getting the lunches ready. Oh, the bar will stay closed until after the game but you are welcome to indulge if you want, just help yourself. Oh shit, I don't suppose you've got a pair of pumps in that bag of yours have you?"
"Don't worry Duke, I'll go barefoot today."
"Thanks Millie, you're a life saver." Duke replied as he came over to me, hugged me, and slipped his hands up the back of my skirt and squeezed my bare bum.
"Nice butt Millie." Duke said as he turned and walked off leaving me just standing there.
A couple of seconds later it hit me. I'd just volunteered to get naked in front of 15 or 20 young men; no, 30 or 40 when the other team arrived; and then go outside to cheer on the team wearing just a skirt that was short enough to be mistaken for a belt. Wow, I surprise myself at times.
I felt my pussy tingle and my nipples ache.
