ENTRY 13
Well it has finally happened digital diary. All the sacrifices and all the events have had their final justification. Both things that Daniel and I have worked so hard for this year have come true. But since I am writing here you have to assume that at least one more thing needed to happen to close the deal. There was one more and it was huge.
First, my boyfriend Daniel was awarded the coveted internship he has worked so hard for. As a result, he will jump ahead of everyone else on his journey to success. He was working so hard to do everything he could to put himself in position to be awarded, but needed a little nudge to get him over the hump. In my last entry I described how I willingly gave my body to Dr. Stengel, the primary decision maker, for 24 hours to guarantee Daniel this internship. I did it for our future. 'To our success'... I need to keep telling myself this. Daniel loves me and means to marry me. I even caught him looking at engagement rings the other day.
Goal number one accomplished.
The other thing I wanted out of this school year was to become head cheerleader. You know of the sacrifices I have made over the past several months to put myself in the position to get the job. I have written about them as a means of my justification.
Well it took one more final event, one more sacrifice. It was the most significant one of them all. But I got it! If you would have asked me anytime right up until 5 minutes before I did it, I would have denied that it was even a possibility. But when faced with the opportunity to grab what I desired so much, I could not say no. Let me tell you what happened.
We are passed the sports seasons, at least for cheerleaders. So the work the squad has been putting in has been minimal. It is mostly a once a week practice for the entire squad and a once a week meeting that I have been invited into by Tiffany, the current head cheerleader.
I really thought my opportunities for making my case for the promotion to head cheerleader were over for this year. But at the last meeting, they commented that there was one more event. The event was a very small social hosting the schools largest athletic donors. So small in fact, that it was to be held at the cheerleading coach's house. Coach Jenkins asked Tiffany to line up 4 or 5 cheerleaders to attend.
After the meeting I asked Tiffany what they needed cheerleaders for. Her response was, "These guys want sexy ladies to serve them food, refill their drinks, laugh at their bad jokes and otherwise be eye candy."
I told her I wanted in. She asked, "Are you sure? These guys are going to get very handsy and the more they drink the worse it gets."
I told her that if there was a chance to do a favor for the coach that could push her to nominate me for head cheerleader than I wanted in.
She gave me specific instructions on where to be and when. She told me to wear our performance outfits because they are the most revealing. Lastly she said, "Make sure to shave and clean out your pussy and your ass. And wear your skimpiest thong under your skirt."
I mean I guess there is a lot to be said about 'preparing for anything', but clean out my ass? I could not envision what could possibly happen that would require that. I mean that is taking 'handsy' to a whole new level.
So the day came. It was a Saturday afternoon. I arrived at the time Tiffany told me to, but as I pulled up I did not see her car. I knocked on the door and coach Jenkins answered. She pulled me inside and said, "Thank goodness you are here."
I replied, "What coach? Where is Tiffany?"
"Tiffany has a huge sinus infection. I just left her house. She will not be here."
"What about the other girls?"
"There were supposed to be two other girls, but they bailed. I can't get a hold of them. There better be a damn good reason for them not answering my phone call. They better be in a hospital somewhere. At the very least they are going to get their ass chewed."
"So did you call some of the other girls?"
"I called Mary but she told me that she broke her leg this morning. I called Tori but she is out of town. There are no other girls that would do well here tonight. This is a very important night for us."
Coach looked distraught. I could see the panic in her eyes. I also saw an opportunity. "Coach, let me take care of tonight. I will represent us well. Just tell me what to do."
She looked at me a replied, "Candace, I don't know. This is not something that one girl should do on her own. It is too much to ask of one person. And you are so young."
Just then the head football coach came into the room and asked, "Where the fuck are all the cheerleaders? The guys are going to be here in less than 30 minutes."
Coach Jenkins replied, "Tiffany has a bad sinus infection, Mary broke her leg this morning, Tori is out of town, and Brook and Stephanie are AWOL. Candace is the only one available with the skill set we need tonight."
"Ah shit. We can't fuck this up Jenkins. Your girls did a shit job last year and their donation checks were less than thrilling if you remember. Our budget went into the toilet."
He continued to mumble as he left the room in a huff. I asked, "What do I need to do coach?"
She looked at me again and took my arms in her hands. "We need to do everything we can to make these guys happy tonight. The happier they are the bigger their checks will be. Most of the athletics at the school, including the entire cheerleading budget, mostly comes from these guys. And most of it comes in the checks they will give us next week."
I felt the magnitude of how important this evening was. Coach continued, "I am old. There is only so much I can do. You are the young, sexy girl they want the attention from. I wish there were more of you. There were supposed to be anyway. I am so sorry to have to ask you to do this."
I saw the opportunity and reached out and seized it. "Just tell me about these guys and I will do the rest."
"Candace, you need to do anything and everything you can to make these guys happy. The financial future of our program depends on it."
Coach Jenkins gave me the background of the guys. In addition to our football coach, coach Dwyer, who is almost 6' tall and in super good shape, there would be four other guys. Mike, is around 40, made his money as a stock investor. Jack is the youngest at 32, and is an ex athlete from the school. He made his money playing in the NFL and is recently retired. Brett is nearing 50 and is part owner of a large tire supply company. Earl is the oldest of the group at 55. He is a real estate developer.
Right about the time coach Jenkins finished giving me the rundown on the guys, they started showing up. I put on my smile and started welcoming them in. Over the next hour, coach worked with the caterer to finish the meal while I served drinks and appetizers. As I worked the room, their jokes started to get saucier and their attentions started to zero in on me a little more. Nearly all of the guys got touchy feely with me more than once. The most egregious was Jack pulling me onto his lap and rubbing my leg. I laughed it off as I barely escaped his grasp.
