"Oh. My.
Gawd."
Britney gasped in awe as she let herself be led back to the basketball stands with the two helpful bimbos supporting her on either arm. "This can't be real, can it?"
"Right this way, friendo." Dolly chirped merrily, nearly vibrating in excitement. "We made sure to reserve you a, like, totally super special front row seat."
The Asian Barbie's lisp apparently disappeared if she could keep from shoving something between her puffy dick sucking lips for more than five minutes, but the effort to restrain herself from doing so seemed almost painful for the peppermint-haired slut.
Though that thought was fleeting as Britney drank in the madhouse that her picture-perfect college life had become...
The mechanical shutters on the glass ceiling high overhead had been closed, blocking out the morning sun, and the overhead stadium lighting illuminated the vast open space. The bleachers were packed to the rafters by what had to be the entire campus population--students and faculty both--with males on one sideline facing the females on the opposite.
The audience were all silent, still and empty-eyed as the cheer squad finished out their set. The end of the practiced routine had become less about strict dance choreography and involved a lot more naked flesh, smoldering come-hither expressions and headlining Vegas stripper poses in front of a small raised stage assembled on the center circle.
The squad captain Ellory; a hard bodied bottle-blonde senior with strong future prospects as a pilates instructor, was busy confirming some vehemently denied locker room scuttlebutt as she heavily groped and made out with
she's-just-my-best-friend
Jada.
The two pressed passionately together, ultra-fit ebony and ivory bodies rubbing tantalizingly against one another as their hungrily roaming hands played over each other's taut topless figures and slid under their frippy sport skirts.
The remainder of the cheering nymphets around them had apparently decided to put on a freeform burlesque show. Spinning and high kicking, even performing standing splits, wearing very little to cover their supple young flesh, while casting sultry bedroom eyes to the stunned audience.
Eighteen year old freshman Annabelle Knightley was tossing her ginger curls about to the thumping beat as she squeezed and jiggled her freckled nubile tits together. Beside her two acrobatic sophomores were taking turns to bend double and flash the motionless crowd their pantyless asses from under flaring hemlines, and spanking each other's exposed cheeks raw.
"Here we are." Kitten said, steering Britney's wobbling steps up the painted sideline. "You just rest here and enjoy the show."
"It's going to be great, you'll see." Dolly added in her girlish sing-song lilt. "Mistress is, like, totally going to blow everyone's knickers off!"
"Don't you mean socks?"
"I know what I said!"
Britney felt like her sanity was dangling by a thread as she was pressed into an empty seat, smack dab in the front and center of the women's stands. A red-headed teacher with her smart pencil skirt bunched up around her middle-aged hips sat to her left, looking vacantly ahead as she toyed with the top buttons of her fuschia business-like blouse.
On Britney's right--Miss Theodorou, the plump Mediterranean Chair of the Feminist Studies curriculum had her strict black turtleneck pulled up to her neck and was openly kneading her well-upholstered chest through a surprisingly risque satin demi-bra. Her expression was similarly slack-jawed and glassy-eyed as small squeaking sounds bled from her moist parted lips.
Looking around in dazed fascination, Britney only saw more spaced out feminine faces surrounding her. Female students and faculty alike dominated the bleachers behind her, moaning and teasing themselves quietly as though trapped in an erotic dream.
Across the court the male attendees weren't even showing that much activity, just sitting in unmoving ranks like creepy wax effigies staring blankly ahead with matching bulges pushing out the crotches of their pants as their only signs of life.
"Wha--What's happening here?" She whispered, rubbernecking wildly around for an answer to the shared insanity.
A kaleidoscope of rainbow colors played across the audience from an odd-looking light projector--all polished chrome and spherical stained glass apertures like something from the swinging sixties--hung from the dark gantries high above and there was a strange buzzing background hum behind the music blaring from the stadium sized speakers that got stuck in her echoing skull like a true earworm.
Then the high-tempo track ended and the entire athletic center went abruptly silent except for the soft, sexy susurration of the crowd's quiet moans.
The nearly naked champion cheers squad held their medley of practically pornographic poses for a moment before giving their bare coed tits and blue pom poms one final shake, then eagerly rushing to kneel in a neat row on the women's sideline facing the stage.
Britney reached for her phone with hands that were trembling and weak. Surely if she livestreamed a cry for help any number of her obsessed following would alert the authorities or even come in person to extract her from this mad nightmare. She fumbled about for her scarlet Valentino Garavani purse only to find it missing and then, as if to make the whole point moot, the arena was plunged into sudden darkness as the lights all went out.
"Nooooo~..."
A strangled voice groaned in the blinding blackness and it took Britney a long moment to realize it was her own.
Gentle instrumental music began to play--softly at first--caressing its way out from the state-of-the-art sound system and over the assembled masses. It crackled and popped at first, as though the record needle was finding every bump and scratch of the vintage vinyl, but then the orchestra began to play and a warm, lilting soprano voice filled the darkness with song.
The language was exotically foreign but the incomprehensible lyrics were heavily laden with heartfelt emotion and soulful longing. A single spotlight blinked on, illuminating the small center stage and revealing the heavenly source of the enchanting serenade.
A full-bodied blonde goddess--ageless and exquisite--complete with purest white angel wings curling over her slim shoulders, stood upon the raised platform with her eyes closed and delicate hands folded in prayer beneath the fullest, most perfect creamy breasts Britney had ever seen.
