Jim answered the doorbell and smiled when he saw Tammy with another girl, a younger girl who nervously shifted back and forth. She was small and plump, with dark eyes in an oval face. She wore her blond hair pulled back in a long braid that hung down her back. She was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and he could just make out the barest hint of breasts under the shirt. She barely came up to his chest and he felt himself growing aroused as he ran his eyes up and down her body.
Tammy was dressed in a silk blouse and black silk pants. She had her hair loose about her shoulders and she towered over the other girl by at lest a foot. She smiled at Jim. "This is Marianne," she said as she came into the house.
"Hello, Marianne," Jim said, motioning her to follow."
Marianne mumbled, " Hello," in a quiet voice and walked inside. Jim took the opportunity to study her from the rear and saw that though young, she already had a nice shape, with a firm ass filling out her jeans nicely.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asked.
"Sure," Tammy replied. "I'll have a rum and coke."
"Just a coke for me," Marianne said shyly.
"Oh, come on, how about just a little touch of rum?" Jim teased. "It won't hurt."
"Come on Marianne, loosen up," Tammy said. "You want to be on the varsity cheerleading squad, don't you? Well, I decide who's the right material and we like to party, so if you want it, you'll have to show me you'll fit in. I can't have anyone dragging our parties down with a 'Miss Goody-Two Shoes' attitude."
"Ok," Marianne said quickly, "I'll have the same." She looked to Tammy for approval and was rewarded by a smile and a nod.
Jim mixed the drinks, making certain to mix Marianne's just a little stronger. He wasn't going to let her drink too much, but the alcohol should loosen her inhibitions a little.
"So, Marianne, how old are you?" he asked.
“Eighteen," she said, taking a big gulp of her drink.
"Marianne wants to make the varsity," Tammy explained. "She's pretty good, but I want to make sure that she has everything we are looking for in a cheerleader. She tells me that she really wants it bad, but we'll see."
"Oh, I do, Tammy. You know I do. Just tell me what I have to do. I've never wanted anything so much in my life."
Tammy grinned at Jim and motioned for Marianne to finish her drink. She gulped the rest of it down in two large swallows and Jim watched her closely to see what effect the rum would have on her. Tammy talked to her for a few minutes and then it became obvious that the drink had loosened her up somewhat. She became more animated, laughing at things Jim and Tammy said and generally acting more relaxed.
"What sorts of things does Marianne have to do? "Jim asked, deciding he had waited long enough.
"Well, one of the things a new cheerleader has to learn is that they must obey the captain without question," Tammy said, looking at the girl. "No matter what the captain says to do, they must do it. It's like an initiation ceremony sort of. Marianne, do you think you can handle that?"
"Certainly," Marianne said confidently.
"Hmmm, I'm not so sure," Tammy said, pretending to consider. "Like I said, you've got the moves down all right, but you are ...I don't know, sort of up-tight."
"No I'm not, not really," Marianne said. "Just give me a chance."
"Well, ok, just one chance though. Why don't you show Mr.Weston some of our cheers?"
"Right now?"
"Hey, if that's a problem, we can just forget..."
Marianne quickly jumped to her feet, "No, it's no problem at all."
She began to go through a series of moves familiar to anyone who has ever watched a college football game. Jim was enjoying every minute of the performance and he knew that the activity would push the alcohol into the girl's bloodstream even faster.
"You aren't extending yourself enough on the jumps and splits," Tammy said critically.
Marianne stopped for a moment, breathing a bit heavily and said, "I can't in these jeans and shirts. It's not like our outfits."
"Gee, I would really have loved to see the full routine," Jim said, pretending to be disappointed.
"See, Marianne, you've already made Mr. Weston think that you don't know the full routine well enough to show him what a Culver College cheerleader can really do. We can't have that. If the shirt and jeans are in your way, then take them off."
"Wh..what? Take them off?" Jim could see the young girl blushing as she gave him sideways looks out of the corner of her eye. "Here...now? I can't...I don't think I can..."
Tammy ignored her and turned to Jim. "See, this is the problem we are having getting new cheerleaders. A cheerleader should be proud of her body and her ability. She should want every single person in the stands to look at her and think, 'Wow! That girl is so beautiful and so coordinated. She should know that every guy is wondering what she would look like doing her routine without the uniform. Without that attitude, she's just going through the motions. Some girls have it and some don't."
Marianne stood a little dejectedly, listening and realizing that her dream of being a varsity cheerleader was quickly disappearing. "Ok, can I have another chance, please?" she said in a pleading voice. "
"I don't know," Tammy said.
"Give her another chance," Jim urged. "I'm sure she'll do much better this time."
"Ok, but I've got to tell you, you are on extremely thin ice, Marianne. You've already shown that you are not willing to follow my instructions exactly. One more slip-up and you are history. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand," Marianne said contritely.
"You will do everything I tell you from now on without any hesitation or argument?"
The girl nodded.
"Ok, then get on with it."
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Marianne slowly began to unbutton her shirt, her fingers shaking from nervousness and excitement. She hadn't had all that much experience with boys but lately she had been having strong desires to experience sex. She had heard the other girls at school talking about their dates and was wondering what it was really like. Taking her clothes off in front of a grown man was very exciting.
She pulled her shirt out and finished unbuttoning it. Taking a deep breath, she slid it off her shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. She was wearing a thin bra and Jim could see that she had a small, but well-formed bosom. She unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down her legs, revealing a pair of pink bikini panties that allowed just the hint of her young pussy to show through the transparent material. She tossed the jeans on top of the shirt and stood shaking nervously in the middle of the room.
She swung her arms and prepared to begin again, closing her eyes against the sudden heat that flared up from her loins as she saw the look Jim was giving her. He eyed her tender, nubile young body appreciatively, leaning forward in his chair for a better look. She rubbed her stomach to try and still the butterflies and readied herself for the first cheer.
Jim was hard with desire as he gazed on the teenager's body. Marianne had nice hips and her stomach had just a touch of fullness to it. For some reason, he found that exciting rather than wanting the washboard stomach of a woman who worked out everyday. Her legs were shapely and he found his eyes drawn back again and again to the dark thatch at the juncture of her thighs, wanting the panties gone so he could see and touch it without hindrance.
"Wait a minute," Tammy said, just as Marianne was ready to begin. "I think you should have to pay a penalty for not obeying me quickly enough. What do you think, Mr. Weston?"
"You are the boss," Jim said throatily, " but like you say, the girls have to follow orders completely. Just like the army."
"Right. Ok, Marianne, here's your penalty. You have to do the routines with everything off. Completely naked."
Marianne saw that there was no escape and nodded, swallowing several times. She was feeling a bit light-headed from the drink and her hands were shaking. She reached behind her to unsnap her bra.
