Cassandra was excited by finally being selected for the cheerleading team at the age of 18, and bounced into school for the first Saturday morning practice.
Friday had been a warm day, but school had seemed to be even hotter than the weather implied and she remembered wondering whether the boilers had gone wrong again. Whatever the reason, after her early Saturday morning shower, she had thrown on only a short white thin summer dress to keep cool, intending to change into her gym gear in the girls changing rooms.
The front door to school was locked so she went around the sports entrance at the side, not knowing if this was the normal for Saturday or not. On entering, her usual noisy and busy school seemed strangely quiet. It also felt as warm as yesterday. She wondered why none of her new team members seemed to be around. She presumed that they must already be in the changing rooms. She made her way through to the girls changing rooms and burst through the door, expecting to find her friends getting changed.
There were no girls there. Instead, she was face to face with a well-built, but slightly startled workman in blue overalls.
"What are you doing in the girls changing?" she demanded indignantly, dropping her bag.
"Didn't you know?" he replied, looking this young but shapely woman up and down. "All training has been cancelled because the boiler controls were broken, and we needed access in here this morning to fix it. The coach said she'd texted everyone to inform them not to turn up. Didn't you get that text?"
Cassandra was disappointed and it showed on her face. "No, I didn't get the text. I'm new on the team and I haven't given the coach my number yet" she admitted.
Cassandra heard a new voice behind her. "Too bad. But maybe we can find some alternative exercises for you to do." She turned to find another well built workman in overalls, close behind her having just moved to block off her exit.
"W-what do you mean?" she asked nervously.
"Well, we had to get up really, really early to fix the bloody boiler and now that we're done, we would like compensation" he said, advancing slowing on the confused teenager.
"Like what?" she asked naively, not wanting to hear their answer.
"Like you!" he replied and moved, closer. She backed away until she inadvertently backed into the other man. She was trapped between them. She turned quickly to confront the first man and push against him, but the second man was too quick and he grabbed her wrists from behind and held them firmly to her sides.
"Let me go you! Let me go!" she cried, struggling against his strong grip and trying in vain to squirm out of his grasp.
"Grab her Bert" he called out to his companion.
"No problem Sid." She screamed loudly as Bert grabbed her around her narrow waist and the two of them moved her over to the wall of lockers that lined most of the room, skilfully avoiding her kicking legs.
"Scream all you want. There's nobody here but us!" They each held one of her wrists and raised them high up in the air and pinned them above her head so that she was pressed back against the lockers. She gasped in fright as she felt herself trapped against the lockers between these two large workmen. Her breasts heaved up and down as she panted and wriggled in their hold. The puffiness of her short skirt made it stick out in front of her.
With his free hand, Sid gently brushed her stray blonde hair back off her face much to her annoyance. Bert placed his large free hand on her waist, pressing her back into the locker. He peered down her nice curvy body, admiring her flimsy white dress with a puffed-out skirt. He looked down her legs at the knee-high stockings decorating her calves and the slip-on white shoes. Her best assets however thrust out from her chest in two lovely round swelling shapes that heaved with each breath.
Sid stretched her left arm up further, stretching her nice body out and thrusting her breasts up. He traced his other hand down the side of her face to her neck, stroking her soft skin and running his fingers across her shoulder blades before dipping them below her neckline to stroke the top curve of her breasts. She squealed and squirmed hard under his touch, trying the twist to kick out at the two burley men.
Meanwhile Bert was stroking back and forth around her waist and hips, trying to feel her shape under the flimsy dress. He started to ruffle up her dress skirt and she freaked out. She brought one leg up sharply, trying to kick him away. Instead he just deflected the blow.
"Feisty one, this" Bert commented. "Hold her while I get something to help." Sid moved in front of her and gladly held both her hands up and pinned against the locker as he leered down at her frightened face. She tried kicking at him, but he moved against her, squeezing her soft body against the metal doors, eliminating her leverage.