51: A Cheerleader Fantasy
Scene: A college girl is working in a computer lab at a college, sitting at a desk. She has on a college sweatshirt. We can't see her body below the table. Another girl comes in. She's wearing leggings under a short cheerleader uniform and a heavy jacket zipped up. She has a laptop bag. The computer girl looks up at her. "Can I help you?"
The cheerleader has a very bitchy attitude. "Yes, you'd better be able to help me. My computer won't let me on and I have a paper due in two days."
"All right, tell me about the problem. What kind of an error message are you getting?"
"What do you think I am, a computer nerd? I don't fix computers. That's why I'm bringing it to you." She hands the bag to the nerd. "I put a paper with my phone number in the bag. My name's Hailey. I've got to go to cheerleader practice so I can't just wait around here while you do your computer stuff. Okay? Call me later and tell me when I can come get it." And she turns and leaves quickly.
The next scene is in a student apartment. We see Hailey in her leggings and a tight, sexy sweater. The cheerleader skirt is on a chair with the coat she'd been wearing. She opens the door and the girl is there with her computer. "It's about time! You called an hour ago to say it was fixed and you were bringing it here." She reaches for the bag.
The other girl holds it back away and tells her "hold on, there's some stuff I gotta tell you about first. Let me come in."
Hailey's very annoyed but she backs up, lets the girl in, and closes the door. The girl sits on the couch, and Hailey sits on the other end facing her. The girl's wearing baggy sweats and the college sweater under a thick winter coat.
"I wanted to back up a few items to my own machine. You see, the problem is that your machine is so full that it couldn't even start Windows. Did you know that every mail message you've ever sent on this machine was saved to a folder in your mail program?"
Hailey shakes her head and asks slowly "Everything?"
"Yes, everything. But that wouldn't have filled it except that about two months ago, a setting was changed so that every webcam call that you made was also recorded and saved to your hard drive." Hailey looks a little worried. "I'm sorry, but I had to erase all of those files." Hailey looks relieved. "But I made a copy of them on my own machine first in case we need them."
Hailey starts to tell her that they can be deleted.
"Wait, I don't think we've really met yet. I know you because I go to all of the basketball games to see you. My name's Jamie. Anyway, some of these messages might be very important. You know, there's a bunch of messages to someone named Richard. I read all about the very nice intern job you're going to have again this summer and all you'll have to do is keep having sex with him. You know, something like that could get him in all kinds of trouble with his company, and those photos you sent to him of you just wearing your cheerleader skirt could get you in all kinds of trouble. Remember that cheerleader from Louisville a bunch of years ago? Now, I saw some of your video chats where Richard was asking you to undress and play with yourself again for him. That's a very stupid thing to do online, you know. From the chats I read, I can tell that you did that just a few days before the chat settings were changed, just so you know, so that first session wasn't recorded. And I can tell that you didn't do it again, but there are lots of videos of you doing cheers for him in just your thong."
"What are you going to do with those files?"
"Well, that may depend on you. I've had some fantasies with you naked, so I want you to come stand in front of me and let me take your clothes off."
"This is blackmail. You don't want to go to jail, do you?"
"No, you're wrong. I've got important files that I feel I have to turn over to a company regarding their employee so I don't get in legal trouble — withholding evidence of a crime or anything like that. But like I told you, I've kind of had a crush on you since I first saw you. If I thought that you liked me in return, well then I can't turn over documents that would injure my girlfriend."
Hailey wants to say something but doesn't know how to object.
"So let's keep our game moving forward. I've dreamt of your breasts for a long time. Come here so I can take off that sweater and anything you have under it."
Hailey just stands there while she's trying to make up her mind. Finally, she reluctantly obeys Jamie. Jamie takes off Hailey's top and then her bra. Jamie's hands squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples. "Wow, they're so perfect! Now, I want to see the rest of you!" She grabs ahold of Hailey's leggings and underwear and pull them down to the floor. "Step out of them, please." Hailey lifts her feet as Jamie pulls off the clothes and tosses them behind Hailey. Hailey crosses her arms in front of her and stands there in her ankle-high socks. "You are so gorgeous; I can hardly wait to play with your pussy. But turn around first." Hailey obeys. Jamie pats and squeezes her ass. "This is perfect, too. You're just the absolutely perfect model woman! I'm so excited. Turn back around!" Hailey obeys. "Now part your legs a little so I can rub you." Hailey obeys. "Here are my important instructions that you have to follow. Do not have an orgasm while I'm rubbing you!"
"Oh, no problem. I don't want to have one with you," Hailey snarls.
"Then we agree. Just tell me before you cum and I'll stop." Jamie rubs her pussy. At first, Hailey just looks perturbed, but eventually it's starting to turn her on. She looks more uncomfortable. She starts shifting her weight, and her arms are squeezing tighter. "You're not going to cum, are you? You're feeling a lot wetter down here."
