Captain of the university cheer squad Chelsea exists as the most beautiful girl on campus. Blond, petite, and popular, she is a walking dream for every boy that sets eyes on her.
"Scram dork." She hisses at a young man who happens to block her path across the University's central walkway. At 5ft 9ins the dark haired young man, who isn't particularly ugly or exceptionally tall, towers above Chelsea, who only ever goes on the arm of jocks or pretty rich boys. She can't help but tease him as he stands frozen to the spot. Her long platinum blond hair flips off her bare shoulder as she turns back for just a moment. She likes teasing those dweeby types. They're all just drooling to get with a girl like her, but there's never any hope, only the desire.
She exists in a different realm then them with her own squad of boys, or at least adoring fan club guys and geeks that she can manipulate like putty in her little hands. Even as she struts by, hips swaying from side-to-side she makes every other woman look plain dull. And if anyone gets in her way she is known for putting them down in ways that make her mean reputation that much more true.
As one would guess she's dated some of the most popular guys on campus, but only to really mess with their minds. And then after they got too close she'd dump them so that she could move onto her next prey.
The cheerleading squad is more then an extracurricular activity for her; she'd chosen it more as the quickest path to popularity as opposed to any form of sports dedication or commitment. The high heels don't mix well with her rigorous routines, but she'll be damned if anyone criticizes her.
At first she didn't really take the practice or training seriously, but eventually she found that once she was a cheerleader it actually began to really piss people off. They could just barely reach that kind of status while she basically waltzed right into it with her beauty and status alone.
Of course even though her antics have her in good graces with her coach who makes all the other girls feel jealous with her constant favoritism, she isn't exactly aware of her true nature which makes Chelsea look more like a demon then the angel they think she is.
Chelsea does exist as more of a succubus when it comes down to how she treats most of the guys around her. The occasional romantic gestures do help with feeding that perception of being caring and considerate, but overall she leaves behind more broken hearts than anything else.
"She is a grade A bitch," A girl said once she was out of earshot, helping the young man. But not too many had actually heard about the real side of Chelsea's nature and even those few didn't go around saying too much considering most guys on campus worshiped the ground she walked on.
"It's fine, I'm used to it by now." He sighed before they went their separate ways. "Some people are naturally born with a perfect life." He mumbled seeing Chelsea surrounded by the popular guys on campus, her true self hidden behind a mask of smiles.
They just couldn't see her eyes glaze over most guys in a superior kind of manner. Yet she could easily go from dismissive looks to welcoming warmth at the mere appearance of one of her preferred boyfriends. "Just look at the girl's ability to attract anyone." He grumbled as he left to the campus computer lab to work on his project.
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He sat alone in the lab coding for the upcoming final when the door burst open. He glanced up to see Chelsea walk in wearing her usual cheerleading outfit. He found his eyes drawn to the big red C letter printed between her chest and on closer inspection, a cute pair of hot pants came down on either side of the 'V' made by her long shapely legs in black spandex stockings and red sneakers. If she were on the field cheering most guys probably wouldn't even be paying attention to the game.
She let out a sigh, "Hey, dork what are you doing here?" She glanced over in his direction with a mixture of curiosity and scorn.
"School project for Computer Programming. I'd think you'd know that," He says, mildly annoyed as she strolled up to him. "Don't you have cheerleading practice or something?"
"Ha! So you actually listen to all that, but yeah we've got a water break or something," She said and leaned across the table. "Come to think of it I have seen you at those games looking kinda bored in the bleachers."
He turned his full attention towards her now that her rather impressive cleavage was displayed almost inches from him. It wasn't like this was something new because every time they'd crossed paths like this she would try to get his goat.
"Is there anything else?" His attention turned back to the project but he didn't focus on anything.
"Do I need to spell it out? Why are you even taking an interest in me?" She leaned over even more exposing the inner halves of her tits.
"Because you are a bitch?" He shot back at her, slightly fed up as she slapped the keyboard away from under his fingers with the tip of one red-painted fingernail.
Her expression went to instant glare, "Listen geek," She hissed, "You are nothing special, so why don't you run off to one of your online worlds to hide in and maybe take some licks while you're there."
The silence became instantly awkward as they both paused staring at each other. But slowly Chelsea smirked, she knew she hit on the mark with that statement as a blush began to color his cheeks. "That is what you want don't you," Her words slow as she came around the desk and pressed the flat of her heel on his cock and began to work it against the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
He was totally embarrassed now and suddenly felt a rush of emotion course through his body making his heart begin to race.
"You're in love with my body like everyone else. So fall in line and worship me." She snapped back. And now for the first time since she walked into the room, his true intentions showed. With a furious blush coloring his cheeks biting his lip to not let out a response. "Not such a tough guy now." She scorned.
"You are just a cruel bitch. So high and mighty in your fantasies. You call me nothing special, but you are normal more than a pretty face."
Chelsea just ignored him as she pressed her shoe to his cock, massaging the growing hardness beneath her foot, "There's no need to talk dork, you're still getting a touch from the divine." She paused for a minute and continued to push down against his throbbing erection. She wore a confident look with the idea she could bring him down to his knees so easily. He just sat there with a sheepish look on his face.
Then with a devilish smile she began to stroke harder, making the pressure intense. He let out a moan, unable to suppress it as the pressure forced blood into his cock and created a powerful boner that rose right up the middle of the U-shape in her foot made by her instep.
"Tell me something," She said watching him squirm under the sudden movement of her foot. "Are you a virgin?" she taunted as if reading his mind. Her red sneaker toed lightly against his clothed erection toying with his cock and balls. "What if I was to tell you I was giving you a chance," her hand reached down to roughly grope his cock for the first time ever, but his penis seemed to harden further into the confines of the stretchable material. It took her a moment to really wrap her head around the girth as her soft palm stroked lightly. "You want that, don't you? Just like everyone else."
This had turned into the worst possible scenario and for a moment he looked desperate, she relished it. Her soft lips parted with the sudden breath drawn through them as if she could get a whiff of the very pheromones coming from his tanned skin. She brought up her heel to rub across his growing bulge again, teasing him through his pants and feeling that heavy cock pulse with the movements.
