Cheerleader Lindsay's Big Easy Gangbang
Welcome readers. This is part five in the Cheerleader Lindsay series.
Lindsay is a junior transfer student at Baylor Tech and a member of the cheerleading squad. Her wild sexual adventures evolve from a bet between rival football teams. Baylor Tech loses to Virginia University, leading to Lindsay meeting up with five aggressive jocks at a warehouse.
The sexual rollercoaster continues the next day when she is pulled over by two undercover detectives working in the rough part of town. Three younger cops join them at an abandoned toy car factory to dominate Lindsay.
Returning to campus, Lindsay gets into a fight with her boyfriend Jake. Joe and Sean witness the fight. They interfere, Jakes leaves, and her rescuers take Lindsay to the Baylor Astronomy Observatory for wild times.
Chapter 4 details Lindsay being summoned to the Dean of Students, Mr. Phillips's office. Police Chief Conrad and football coach Aberdeen join them. The three older men, having learned of the wager with Virginia University, grill Lindsay and threaten her with expulsion. In desperation, Lindsay utters "Eagles over Broadway", a phrase the detectives told her to say if she got into trouble. Police Chief Conrad is duped. Thinking Lindsay might be an undercover agent, they strike a deal. Lindsay will scout the football team's upcoming opponents. She will be unhindered as she looks for drug connections and playbooks. Her first trip is to Louisiana. We pick up the story after her first night in town.
Lindsay looked down at her phone after getting out of her hotel room shower. Stephanie was calling again. 'I guess I'd better answer this one,' Lindsay thought. 'Third time she's called this morning, and she never does that. This better be good.'
"Lindsay?" Stephanie hollered rapidly into the phone. "I've been trying to get a hold of you all morning and last night."
"Okay, girl. What is going on?" Lindsay asked. She could hear a very excited Steph and it was easy to imagine her spark plug of a friend bouncing around the room as she talked.
"So much. So much," Steph answered. "Look, are you still out of town?"
Stretching, Lindsay felt sore from her wild night with Derek, Walter, and Steve. "Yeah, I am," Lindsay replied. "I wanted to head back this morning but I still have business to do." By business, Lindsay was referring to her mission. She had met football players from Louisiana University but she hadn't gotten any pictures of their playbook.
"Well, great," Steph shouted. "Awesome, don't go anywhere. I am coming for a visit."
Stunned, Lindsay nervously asked, "How do you know where I am?" Lindsay missed hanging out with Steph, but her trip to Louisiana was a secret.
Steph happily shared her detective skills, "I bumped into your landlady. You know we were supposed to hang out last night. I never heard from you so I went over to your place."
"I can't believe Cheryl told you where I was going," Lindsay said, full of exasperation. "I don't remember telling her I was going anywhere."
"Oh, sorry. She didn't tell me anything," Steph began explaining.
"What? I don't get it," Lindsay asked as she tried to grasp the logic gaps she was accustomed to getting from Steph.
"Puzzled, eh?" Steph giggled excitedly into the phone. "You know me, I wouldn't pry like that. What happened was, when I got to your place there were a bunch of roses sitting on your porch."
"Go on," Lindsay prompted Steph while wondering who had sent the roses.
"Your landlady let me into your place so I could put the roses into a vase," Steph gasped, brimming with elation. She was talking so fast it was as if she had just been sprinting. "I looked at your calendar. You wrote Big Easy in big letters. Super exciting."
"You are cracking me up," Lindsay observed. "So, why super exciting and who sent me roses?"
"Ah, I was wondering when you would ask," Steph chuckled. "You know how I have a research project due in my anthropology course?"
"You mentioned it more than once," Lindsay responded. "I thought the issue was you couldn't decide who to focus on."
Lindsay was bringing up a good point. Steph often wrestled with indecision. Proud to be bucking that trend, she revealed, "True, but here is the thing. I went to see my professor. I asked him for some help. He is kind of cute, by the way."
"You didn't, did you?" Lindsay asked. She encouraged Steph to go to office hours to ask questions, not to trade sex for grades.
"No," Steph howled with laughter. Choking, she said, "Not yet. He is cute and all. He had a list of people to choose from. I picked Paul Morphy. The famous chess player from New Orleans."
"Chess?" Lindsay asked. "Is he from the right time period?"
Steph loved surprising Lindsay. Many people underestimated Steph, even Lindsay. What made Lindsay special was she wasn't afraid to tell Steph when she was amazed. "Of course Paul Morphy is an example of pre-Civil War multiculturalism. His dad was Spanish and Irish, and his mom was French Creole. Besides, he was on the professor's list."
"You already knew all that?" Lindsay asked, stunned.
"You sound almost as surprised as the professor," Steph answered confidently. "You should have seen him. One minute he is staring at my tits and the next he leaps out of his chair. He almost fell over. The best part is he said there is already a grant in place to fund a trip to New Orleans."
"Cool," Lindsay declared. Knowing Steph had business of her own to take care of was a comfort to Lindsay. "Awesome, I already have a hotel room. Ring me as soon as you get in and I will give you the details."
"Now you're talking," Steph responded. "Roses?"
"I almost forgot. Come on, tell me who sent them," Lindsay urged.
"Six letters, starts with a W. I'll keep you guessing until I see you. I will bring the card with me," Steph uttered playfully.
"Hmmm, see you soon," Lindsay chimed back at Steph. She thought, 'Well, that was pretty obvious of her. Starts with a W. That had to be Wilson.' Lindsay smiled. She had been meaning to get ahold of Wilson now that she had made arrangements with the Dean of Students, Mr. Phillips. Baylor Tech had very strict rules against cheerleaders fraternizing with football players from opposing schools during the football season. As part of her agreement to scout opposing teams, Lindsay made sure this prohibition was waived.
"Hey stud, thanks for the flowers," Lindsay texted Wilson.
Wilson responded right away with a heart, arrow, and prayer emoji.
"You are praying to have your heart pierced?" Lindsay texted back.
"Close to the mark, I thought I scared you away. I was praying I had an impact," Wilson wrote in his response.
