Brandy marched across campus with a determination she had never known.
She was so focused in fact, that for once she didn't notice all the usual glances, stares and double takes she caused when she walked by. Brandy had an angelic face, with large, bright, brown eyes, her face was framed in shoulder-length, shiny, brown hair, which bobbed and swayed when she moved. This heavenly visage was contrasted, by her body, which looked as if it had been made for sin.
She was adorned in a pair of soft, skintight yoga pants and a form fitting t-shirt. The tiny tee had the words, property of Trinity College, stretched across her chest. Brandy's petite, athletic body was a real showstopper. Walking briskly, as she was, caused her breasts to bounce and her bum to wiggle almost obscenely.
In her hand she clutched a letter, sent from the school's athletic director. It explained that due to tightening budgets, certain school programs were about to be cut. Enrollment at Trinity College, where Brandy had just begun her freshman year, was down, as was alumni donations. Rumor around campus was that one of the programs to be cut was cheerleading.
This news did not sit well with the tempting teen. In fact, one of the main reasons she enrolled was to be with her best friend Lauren on the cheerleading squad. So far, things had gone according to plan, they both easily made the team and were enjoying their newfound freedom on campus. They shared a dorm room and most everything else, being almost inseparable. Unfortunately, Lauren was in class when Brandy heard the news. So she was off to make a desperate plea, to the dean of the college, by herself. In her haste she almost ran over one of her classmates, causing him to nearly drop his laptop.
"Hey Brandy, where's the fire?"
She spun back at him. "What? Do I know you?"
"Uh, yeah. It's Ted, we're on the squad together."
"Excuse me?" Brandy questioned.
"I'm uh, the Trinity tiger. I mean...I wear the tiger mascot costume."
"Oh! Yeah. I didn't recognize you out of your costume."
"No problem. So did you hear about the cuts? Too bad, huh? You guys are looking great. I mean, really great." He looked Brandy up and down as he spoke. Admiring how the outfit hugged every inch of the curvy coed.
"It won't happen, not if I can help it." She promised.
"Gotta go Tim, no time for small talk."
"Uh, it's Ted." He muttered as she turned to go.
As Brandy walked away, Ted stared longingly after her. The way her ass wiggled when she walked was hypnotic. He had joined the squad once he failed to make the football team. Only realizing after the fact, what a great gig it was. Sure, he had to wear a ridiculous costume that was really uncomfortable, but he got to spend a lot of time with some really hot girls. His favorite was Brandy. He never missed an opportunity to sneak a peek up her skirt if she was at the top of a pyramid, which was often, since she was one of the smaller girls on the squad. In fact, during one practice, he snuck into the locker room, while the squad was still on the field and stole her tiny panties from her gym bag. Back in his room, he celebrated the score by jerking off on them.
What I wouldn't give to get my hands on her for real. There has to be a way...he thought.
Meanwhile, Brandy entered the administration building and headed down a long hall towards the far end. She walked into a reception area and was met by an elderly nun, seated at a desk.
"Excuse me sister. Is Dean Grimes in?" "He is my dear. But he has a meeting in a few minutes. What seems to be the problem, perhaps I can help."
"Thank you sister, no. I need to see the dean."
"Well, I'm sorry. That just isn't possible dear."
Brandy glanced at the large wooden door that separated the outer waiting area from the office that lay beyond. She had never even met the dean, but had seen his photo on the college website and in her enrollment materials. She wasn't sure if she would succeed, but she was determined to try and convince him to spare her cheerleading team.
Suddenly, desperation took hold of Brandy and she bolted towards the door. The old nun was so caught off guard that she couldn't get a word out until Brandy had opened the heavy door and scooted inside. As she slammed it shut behind her, she heard the nun shouting for her to stop.
Brandy turned from the door and recognized the dean immediately, seated behind a large desk. He removed his glasses, raised an already arched eyebrow and said, "Hello, can I help you young lady?"
Dean Grimes was a tall man in his mid-50s. He had a full head of dark hair, but it was greasy and styled badly. What was most striking was that his face looked to be red and swollen, from a life of too much drinking.
Brandy marched right up to the large wooden desk and delivered her disjointed, but passionate plea.
"Dean Grimes, my name is Brandy, I'm one of your cheerleaders, I mean one of the school's cheerleaders. Please, please, please don't cut the cheerleading program, cheering means so much to me. You can probably save the squad with a snap of your fingers. And it's really important to the school, for school spirit, you know what I mean? I know times are tough, enrollment is down, but you can't put a price on school spirit, can you? Can you? I don't think you can, I don't think..."
As Brandy was babbling, the door opened and the nun walked in. "I'm sorry sir, she ran right past me."
"That's all right sister. I always have an open door for the student body...and what a body," he added under his breath, as Brandy had turned to face the nun.
The dean wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but he knew a good thing when he saw it. "Sister, please cancel my 2:00."
"Yes, sir." The elderly nun turned and left, closing the door behind her.
"Now. Where were we? Ah, yes, school spirit. You certainly seem to have it in spades my dear."
"It is possible I have underestimated the importance of cheerleading. Perhaps you would give me a demonstration, so I can better appreciate the effect it can have."
"You want me to do a cheer? Here? Now?" She asked.
"Yes. Show me your school spirit."
"Uh, ok. Sure."
It was an odd request and Brandy knew she had to be careful. She had learned, over the summer, at her family reunion, that her body could get her in and out of trouble. She turned her back on the dean and took a deep breath. If cheering for this old pervert can help save the squad, I'll do it. I'll have him eating out of my hand. She took the bottom of her t-shirt and tied it up into a knot, exposing her toned tummy, mimicking the cropped top of her cheer uniform. Brandy let her hand rest for a moment on her stomach, it felt funny inside. She was nervous. She was never nervous when she cheered, but this was special. She was cheering to save the team.
"I'm a busy man Brandy."
She decided to do one the squad's basic sideline routines. Using very precise movements she spun back towards her sole spectator and launched into a series of hand claps, fist pumps, hip thrusts, head bobs, leg kicks and shoulder shimmies. Of course, she wore the trademark smile and displayed the upbeat, sassy attitude that most men found totally intoxicating.
At one point, her hands sat on her head and she swung her hips back and forth. Finally launching into a spin and ending up in a position down on one knee with her arms overhead in a v shape.
The dean was fixated on her and offered some polite applause once she finished her routine. "Your spirit is impressive." He said, as he continued to look her up and down. Brandy quickly stood, realizing what a submissive position the cheer had left her in.
There was an awkward silence, so Brandy blurted out, "Sir, I'll do anything to save the cheerleading squad."
"Indeed?" The dean liked the sound of this.
Once she realized what she implied, Brandy tried to backtrack. "I mean, I bet we can hold some fundraisers to help offset the cost, you know a car wash, a kissing booth, umm. I uh..."
"I really think I need to see more of your spirit," he said calmly. "Take off your shirt."
"What?!? I don't think I should do that sir."
"As you said, all it will take is a snap of my fingers." He snapped his fingers for effect.
Brandy bit her lip, like a little girl unsure of what to do. Then timidly pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside.
"Very nice. Now take off your pants."
Brandy closed her eyes and taking the waistband of her yoga pants, wiggled out of them.
She now stood with her hands clasped in front of her. Wearing only a bright yellow bra and matching thong panty. They had a small white polka dot pattern; white lace adorned the edge of the 32-B cups. A small white bow sat between the bra cups and at the center of the waistband of the small panties.
"My goodness. You are an adorable little thing aren't you? Look at that cute little underwear."
"Thank you sir. I'm glad you like them. Umm, uh, now about the team." She stuttered.
"Yes. Come sit on my lap, so we can discuss it."
Brandy tentatively sat her self down on the dean's leg, keeping her eyes averted and trying to keep his focus on the topic at hand, rather than on her hot little body. But negotiating in her bra and panties made Brandy feel self-conscious.
"Now, sir can we discuss..."
The dean ignored, or didn't hear what she said. He had other things on his mind. He reached up and took her chin in his hand, turning her face towards him.
"First things first. Where is that beautiful smile Brandy?"
Brandy giggled nervously and offered the brightest, sweetest smile her new admirer had ever seen. There was an almost mischievous nature to Brandy's smile. When she flashed it, even innocently, most men took it as flirting and were easily smitten.
He held her face in one of his large hands and ran his thumb across Brandy's soft, full lips. "You're so young, so sweet, so pretty."
"And you smell delicious Brandy, like strawberries." Brandy absent-mindedly accepted the compliment and wondered what kind of old, stale cologne the dean wore. He smelt awful to her.
He slid his finger into Brandy's mouth. She tried to act as natural as possible and allowed one of his large, sausage-like fingers inside. Obediently she closed her lips around it and allowed him to slide it, in and out of her mouth.
Give Dean Grimes a kiss.
Brandy squirmed. Uh, well...ok.
Brandy leaned in and planted a light kiss on his cheek.
I think the man responsible for saving the cheerleading team deserves a bit more. He forced his red, swollen face to hers and smothered her mouth with a loud, sloppy kiss.
Brandy's head was spinning; did he mean he was saving the team? "Wait..."
