"Tell me about your partying days in high school?" Jared asked Steph.
Stephanie and Jared had been dating, fucking, and getting to know one another for a few months now. He came from a very rich family, was very hot, had a good dick, ate pussy, and Steph was doing her best to not show Jared how much she really liked him or had fallen for him lately.
"Really? Why?" Steph asked.
"Well, it was Sarah. She was a bit drunk the other night while you were singing karaoke. She let it slip you had done a lot of partying, singing naked karaoke, and other stuff while at cheer camp in high school." Jared laughed.
It was true. Sarah and Steph were the same age, did gymnastics, cheer, sports, best friends forever, and did most everything together. Sarah, however, was not good at holding it together when drunk.
"She said you two and your cheer teams had worked at camps and had more fun then you could really say. Or are you too shy?" Jared teased and tickled Steph.
"Well. My only concern is you might get jealous, angry, or surprised at how slutty I was back then." Steph teased back.
Jared laughed and dared Steph to make him jealous.
"Okay. Dare taken. Well back then. When Sarah and I were seniors. I was captain of the cheer team." Steph explained as she got up from the couch, undressed, and dug through her closet. Box after box of clothes were strewn about until she pulled on a red, white, and gold cheer outfit.
Steph walked to the bathroom while still talking and put on makeup, did her hair, pulled on short socks, and white shoes.
I was cheer captain. In charge of 60 girls over three teams. Sarah was my assistant captain to keep all the girls in line. Not that I needed her. I ruled with an iron fist. What I said was the law, the rule, and you would comply. They had seen me run girls in drills or laps in the heat until they passed out.
Or worse.
One girl had an attitude. She recently moved here and did not know how vicious I could be. Two girls befriended her, two boys fell in fake love with her, and in time. I owned her. I had naked pictures, naked videos, sex videos, gangbangs recorded, and she fell in line as my personal slave. But that is another story.
In between my junior and senior year. Sarah and I worked at a cheer camp. In the hot Texas heat we were trainers, mentors, and chaperones for 20,000 girls at a local university. All the dorms were emptied of normal students during the summer. 100 adults ran the school cheer camp. Cheer squads from all over the country and a few from different countries signed up, showed up, and pledged to work hard.
Sarah and I were in charge of a dorm for girls. 1,000 in total. Most teams were there for 6 weeks. There were schedules for everything. Until 8 pm. Then it was required that they be locked inside the dorms, lights out by 10 pm, and no exceptions.
We had the dorm separated by a few extra science buildings. It was about 200 yards separated from the next dorm and near the edge of the university. The furthest from the houses, businesses, and what not. That little setback made us feel like we were in our own little world.
This year was also the first year we had both mascots and boys allowed at camp. Their dorms were on the opposite side of the university. More than a mile separated us from them. Not that they were the only boys on campus. Many of the adults were trainers, exercise science majors, doctors, and such. They could be swayed. But teenagers would be easier.
One girl. Brit. Another captain from another team was in my dorm. She was hot shit. She could do anything she put her mind to. She had the body, the big tits, the money, and the attitude. So, I convinced her to sneak a male mascot out of his dorm, bring him here, and we would entertain him.
"Okay. That's easy." Brit advised.
"But not from your own school. No phones. No catfishing. In person." Steph told her as she saw Brit pick up her cell phone to text.
"We get caught out at night. We get kicked out." Brit responded back.
"Dress like a college student." Steph responded with attitude.
It was nearly 8pm. But Brit returned with a bit of a nerd. He was wearing the Bulldog shirt for his team. Who knew what school or state he was from? He was tall, skinny, and fit. Runners body or swimmer? Who knew.
"I'm not supposed to be here. You said a quick word?" Nathan the mascot advised nervously.
"We are just so thankful for the mascots to be included. We are also very bored. We hoped, and I hoped I could get some entertainment." Brit begged as she bit her lip sexily and wiggled her hips.
"Actually. I bet Brit here. That she couldn't get the cutest mascot here for her to do a lap dance on. She will get completely naked and grind on you. If you are willing to help us out?" Steph asked.
Brit's eyes shot back at Steph with anger.
"Uh. No really. That's crazy. I couldn't." Nathan stated as other girls pulled him inside the dorm.
It was just in time too because 4 chaperones were seen walking up the stairs. They pushed Nathan inside a broom closet and covered him with cleaning supplies. "Stay quiet or we get expelled!" they stated before shutting the doors.
The 4 chaperones spent nearly an hour searching the dorm from top to bottom. Standard chaperone actions before they lock the doors.
Once a lookout yelled "Clear". Nathan was dug out from the cleaning supplies and dusted off.
"I should really be getting back." Nathan stuttered.
"No. Just a few songs? A few dances. Please?" Steph asked as she ran her finger down Nathans chest.
Nathan was scared, shaking, and looking around at the giant group of cheerleaders. They were all smiling, begging, and pleading softly.
"Okay. But don't get me in trouble." Nathan advised.
They went up three floors of the dorm and set up a chair in the main dinning hall. 90% of the dorm girls were there to watch or "help." Brit was pissed. She had been tricked, forced, or bet she couldn't do this. Now she was stuck. She had no choice but to perform.
Brit had dressed in her cheer outfit, her hair pulled up, and she had pom poms. Nathan was seated in a chair, in the center of the room, and music was played on the JBL blue tooth speakers every girls seemed to have. The music echoed and played.
Rap, dance, and other forms of music played as Brit ran, jumped, danced, and wiggled. Song after song she performed as she got closer and closer to Nathan.
Steph pointed at Nathan and with force. She pointed to her own crotch. Brit knew she had delayed long enough. She struts over to Nathan, pulled his legs apart, and began to grind her pussy on his thigh.
The collective group of girls gasped, giggled, and screamed. Brit was not going to lose. She ran her hands through Nathan's hair, pulled on his arms and hands, and guided them to her covered butt.
More girls screamed and giggled as Brit danced. Lap danced.
"She's done this a time or two. Don't you think? What a slut. She's probably a stripper on her days off." Murmurs from the crowd were heard.
After the last song Brit kissed Nathan on the forehead, stood up, bowed, and walked off. Nathan was red in the face, a good-sized boner was sticking in his pants, and he shifted nervously.
"Thirsty?" Steph asked as she handed Nathan a cup of water.
"Yes. Thanks. This is getting crazy." Nathan advised as he drank from the glass of water.
Steph had added two pills of Viagra to the water before handing it to Nathan. She also added one pill of Viagra and a hit of "Molly" to another glass of water that Sarah was feeding to Brit. Sarah also explained to Brit that she would need to get "dirtier" or get kicked out.
Brit objected, argued, and was finally going to give in. She was determined not to lose. No matter what she had to do to make Steph see. She was in charge, no one could outdo her, and Steph would see that.
A 20-minute break of cheer teams doing flips, splits, and shaking their asses in front of Nathan before Brit was finally ready.
This time Brit returned in a white T-shirt that was tied in the front, multicolored paint had been added to her face, arms, and shirt. She was wearing a tiny pair of grey running shorts. Paint on her thighs and ass.
Brit warmed up, stretching, showing off her ass, and gyrating on the ground. Sexy yoga was Steph's guess. But then she hopped on Nathan's lap. Both legs wrapped around his waist. She must have surprised him. His eyes shot open with a mix of pain and surprise.
Nathan whispered in Brit's ear. She listened for a second and then leaned back. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she laughed extremely loud. But it didn't matter. She kept gyrating on his lap. Clit to cock.
She got up, lifted her leg, and placed it on his shoulder. Her pussy was 2 feet from his face. She wiggled her butt and slowly slid her leg closer and closer. His face was only inches from her barely covered pussy as she pulled the material apart.
His eyes were focused on her pussy. It came into view just for a second. The wet slit, the tiny pink clit, and then she covered it up again.
The girls in the group screamed loudly. "Slut! Whore!" and other words loudly chanted.
Brit was gone though. The mix of "Molly" and Viagra. She was so horny, and her mind was fixated on one thing. Sarah had told her. "Make him cum. Make him cum in his pants. Or you are kicked out. Your whole team is kicked out. You have no choice." Sarah had told her.
Nathan was a scrawny nerd. Or so Brit thought. She was on drugs that made her do things she likely would not do normally. But now. She was hot, she was horny, and she had no choice.
