Cheerleader. You hear the term and your mind conjures up a standard picture that fits nearly one hundred percent of all cheerleaders. (Female variety, that is. Whoever stops to think of male cheerleaders?)
And what is the image that comes to mind? Young, pretty, nubile, fit, athletic, tanned, skimpy outfits, long legs, breasts and hair of your choice of colour.
That's what you think of and basically, that's what you get.
Now take it the other way round. What are the attributes that don't spring to mind? That's harder, isn't in. I can just hear you thinking. Um, virginal, intelligent, um, ah. . . That's right. You don't think a cheerleader would be either smart or virginal. Bigoted, aren't you. I'm quite sure some cheerleaders are still virgins and I know a number of them are quite intelligent. They just prefer not to show that they're actually a lot sharper than you.
Did you know that cheerleaders come in sets? It's rare to find a single cheerleader wandering around. When they're not with the team they tend to congregate in little cliques, with an average size of about four. Don't ask me why. It's got something to do with social interaction and comfortable group sizes. It's just something that happens and if you go to your local school you can actually see it in action.
The reason I'm rabbiting on about this sort of thing is because Charlie noticed it in action at out college. After a practice the girls would all tend to break up into their little groups and go wandering off to the change rooms in little sets. He pointed it out to me, and I noticed something I thought a little odd.
After that I checked out the girl's practices over the next couple of weeks, and the oddity I'd noticed was a constant thing. One of those little cliques would linger after the end of the practice, just lounging around and talking. They'd spend about half an hour chatting, clowning and doing a bit of extra practice, trying out some new routines.
After the half hour break they'd wander off to the change room, which would effectively be empty by that time, letting them have it to themselves.
This little clique, there were four of them, were probably the oldest girls in the team. That's probably one reason they came together. They were also, from what I'd observed, the current creative talent. Michelle was one of them. She appeared to be the natural leader of the group. The others were Robin, Susan and Meili.
Watching them head into the change room an evil plan sprung to life in my head. Simple to execute and it should have some interesting results. All I needed were three assistants willing to take the chance, and I knew just where to find them.
There was another cheerleader practice that Friday. My friends and I kept a casual eye on it and were ready when it finished. Michelle's little clique gathered for their after practice confab and my little group waited patiently. To fill in time I counted girls entering and leaving the change room.
The coming and going evened out and by the time Michelle and friends were entering the change rooms they were the only occupants. The boys and I strolled casually over to the change room, giving the girls a bit of private time before we entered.
We finished up timing it quite nicely. The girls were all under the showers, and quite indignant to see us. Robin and Susan promptly did the hand dance to protect their modesty. Meili was smarter. She just whirled around to prevent us with a back view. Michelle, and I could have guessed that this would be her reaction, had no visible reaction at all. If we wanted to look, sobeit. She wasn't going to frantically try to hide herself.
She promptly attacked, as expected.
"What the fuck are you lot doing here? Get out," she snapped.
I held up my hands in a calming gesture.
"Hey, we're sorry. We didn't mean to intrude. We thought everyone would be gone by now. The showers in the men's change room have stopped for some reason. We figured that with the girls gone we could use your showers without anyone knowing."
Michelle wasn't having a bar of it.
"Bullshit. You knew that we were still in here and you came in deliberately to catch us naked. OK. You've seen us. Now piss off, and I mean piss off now!"
I shook my head in sorrow.
"Michelle, really. You have a low mind and you wrong us. Do you really think we'd just barge in hoping to catch you naked? If we wanted to do that we could just wander through while the crowd is here and we'd see a bunch of naked bodies."
I could see Michelle taking that on board and evaluating it. She promptly jumped to all the wrong conclusions. Pretty close, I'll admit, but still slightly wrong.
"Oh, I get it," she said. "You're hoping you might get lucky with one of us, seeing that we're naked."
"Come on, Michelle. Hoping I might get lucky with one of you didn't even cross my mind," I said, and this time I also deliberately ran my eyes over her.
"Me? You were hoping to get lucky with me? In your dreams, Paul."
I was smiling broadly now.
