NOTE: Trigger warning - This fantasy contains nonconsensual sex with many partners. All characters are 18 years of age or older.
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Little Nicky ran through the boys locker room towards the exit. Glancing behind her she saw a dozen members of the football team, most in their underwear, following her with lust in their eyes. She had to get to that door and let Coach Williams know something had gone terribly wrong. He'd calm things down and set things right. She just needed to get to the door before the team got to her.
Rounding the final set of lockers she breathed a sigh of relief as she gripped the door handle. She had made it! She pulled the handle with all her might. It didn't budge. It was then she realized that Coach Williams had locked the door from the outside...
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It had all started for Nicole the previous autumn. The fall of her senior year in Fairmont High School. For the last three years she had tried out for the cheerleaders squad, without success. It wasn't that she wasn't without talent: She could dance and shout with the best. She thought it was more likely her physical attributes that kept her on the sidelines. She wasn't a tall blonde or a redhead. She didn't have huge tits (even brunettes made the squad if their breasts were big enough). And she certainly wasn't statuesque. In fact, she was downright short. Even though she had turned 18 at the beginning of the school year, she was just over five foot tall and slim with average tits. Often people mistook her for freshman.
And, of course, that wasn't the only reason. there was the problem of her mom.
Nicky didn't know who her dad was and when she asked her mom, she was told it could be any one of several men her mom had been seeing at the time of her conception. This seemed to prove to Nicky, despite how much she loved her mother, that her woman was a slut. How could you not know who the father of your child was?
Then there was also the problem of her mom's job: A dancer at the "Hot Box" strip club. At just thirty-six her mom still looked great and earned enough tips to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table, but everyone in their small town knew what her profession was and who her daughter was.
At the beginning of Nicky's senior year she had again applied for the squad and was again turned down. That was until Assistant Coach Williams had stepped in.
He was a handsome guy, very tall with a wide, easy smile and everybody said that he would be a shoe-in for the head coach job when Mr. Conner retired in a couple years. He took Mrs. Benson, who ran the squad, aside and Nicky heard him say, "Why don't you give Nicole a chance this year? She's a senior this is her last opportunity to be on the squad."
"Well, she hardly fits the mold!" old lady Benson said, glaring at Nicky. Most likely she was also thinking "plus her mom is the town slut."
With Benson looking on, Coach Williams called Nicky over. "Nicole, will you work hard on the squad and do your best and support the team and help them win?" he asked.
"Oh, Coach Williams I'd do anything to help the team! Anything!" Nicky replied.
And that seemed to settle it. Mrs. Benson, reluctantly added Nicky to the team, but only as an alternate. That meant that in any competitions the squad did she would only perform if a regular member didn't show up (which was extremely rare). Nicky did, however, get to cheer on the sidelines in any games the football team played.
And in the beginning of the season there was a lot to cheer for. The team did great winning almost every game. Toward the end of the season, however, the problems started. They lost the last couple games in a row and rumors had it that there was discord among the players. The final game of the season was coming up this weekend and unless they could pull out a win, they wouldn't be going to the state playoffs for the first time in five years.
It was the Friday before that final big game on Saturday that Coach Williams asked Nicky to stop by his office before she went home that day. Grateful for his help in getting on the squad, Nicky didn't think twice about staying after school to meet with him. He was her hero and she secretly had a crush on him. Not that she was under the delusion there could ever be anything between them. Yes, he was unmarried, but well over a decade older than her. He did possess something, however, that made her heart race whenever he was in the room: He was big, strong and tall. Especially tall.
Nicole knew it was totally illogical given her own petite height, that she should be crazy about tall men, but she was. She fantasized about being picked up, thrown over a tall, strong man's shoulder and being carried away. In fact, one of the reasons she wanted to join the squad in the first place was that the football team was composed mostly of boys who were over six feet tall.
"Coach, you wanted to see me?" she asked as she entered his office.
"Nicole, come in. Close the door. Have a seat!" Mr. Williams said, giving her a big smile.
She closed the door and sat down, smiling back at him.
"Nicole, you know tomorrow is the big game and we need to win to get into the state playoffs, right?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, Coach! I'll be there cheering for our team, like always! Thanks again for getting me on the squad."
"Nicole, I was wondering if you would be willing to come here early tomorrow and do something special to sort of pep the boys up for the game?"
"Oh, anything! I'd do anything to help you and the team!" she bubbled. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well, I'm going to have the guys here at about ten o'clock to view some training films. I thought it would be a good idea if you came in your cheerleader uniform and did a little solo show for them to get them in the spirit. Do some cheers, maybe some dancing, that kind of thing."
"Just me?" she asked. "Not the whole squad?"
"Yes, just you and keep it to yourself. You know how Mrs. Benson is so controlling about squad activities. She can be difficult sometimes," he said.
As Nicky was often on Mrs. Benson's bad side because she "didn't fit the mold" she had to agree.