Madison felt a little self-conscience. Somehow her boyfriend, Billy, had talked her into wearing her collegiate cheerleader uniform to the frat party. She had reluctantly agreed because she knew some of the other girls on the team would probably be wearing theirs. Billy had on his football jersey, all the boys wore their number when they were together and out among fellow students, so it helped Madison not feel so alone and awkward.
Billy guided her up the busy street. It was one of the many streets near the campus that the fraternity and sorority houses were on, but this particular street was unfamiliar to Madison. Billy moved decisively and swiftly up the sidewalk, passing parked cars and loitering students. There was a carefree, party buzz in the air. Madison was looking forward to a good time.
Billy stopped in front of an old van. He grabbed the handle of the sliding van door. He looked at Madison, telling her, "I have to meet someone, and they told me to meet them here." He opened the van door and slid it back. As he helped Madison into the interior, he told her, "They have something for me."
As Madison took a seat, she looked around curiously. The van had two bench seats, one on each side in the back of the van. There were pillows on the seats and on the floor. The lighting was dim, and music was playing through various speakers all around the van. There were no obstacles baring the way from the front of the van to the back. A person could move easily back and forth. All the windows were darkly tinted. The van was small, yet comfortable. It was made for privacy. A good place to party and to have sex, Madison thought naughtily.
Billy closed the van door and took a seat opposite from Madison. He couldn't look at his beautiful girlfriend. It wasn't because she didn't look incredibly sexy and fuckable in her blue and white cheerleader outfit. She always looked good in her uniform. It was because he knew what he had done. He knew the bargain he had struck, and the desperate measures that drove him to do such a thing. He was spared further guilty thoughts when the van door again slid open and the person he had come to meet entered.
Janice took a seat next to Madison. She was a plumb girl with frizzy red hair, and freckles on her face and arms. She had a thin folder on her lap. She turned in her seat, her knees facing Madison. She looked at the cheerleader with an appraising eye, but directed her comments to Billy, "I'm very pleased she is in her cheerleader outfit.
Very
pleased. You get the first half of your term paper now. You'll get the last half when I'm finished. If your girlfriend doesn't behave and cooperate, I will withhold the rest of your paper. Also if she is fussy and cooperates part way but not all the way, I will rip out random pages in the final half of your paper, and hand over what is left. And believe me, I know what pages are valuable, and you'll have
no
time to correct what I have ruined." Janice finally turned to look at Billy. Her power and lust made her pale green eyes glow in the dim van light. "No paper, no grade, and you fail. You'll lose your football scholarship."
Billy swallowed nervously. "I know. I know. She'll do what you want, won't you baby?"
"Huh?" Madison's heart thumped in her chest, yet she felt a strange stirring. She felt remotely horny.
"Take off her lettermen's sweater," Janice ordered Billy.
Billy knelt in front of Madison. "Let me take your sweater off, sweetie."
He took his girl's hands in his own and gently guided her to sit up straight. He grabbed the bottom of her white pullover sweater with a bold blue school letter appliqued on the front, and told her, "Lift your arms, baby. Time to skin the rabbit."
Billy always told Madison that when he stripped off her thick sweater. Out of anticipation and nasty training, her pussy distantly tingled. She loved it when her man undressed her. But as she lifted her arms over her head, she couldn't grasp what was happening. She seemed to be on autopilot.
Billy peeled off Madison's cheerleader sweater, leaving her in her button up white uniform blouse, and tossed it on the opposite bench seat. Janice handed him the notebook she had brought, and he retreated to his seat. He was half way home.
Janice scooted closer to Madison, the hungry appraising look still in her eyes, and took Madison by the hand. She pulled, but Madison refused to move. Janice looked at Billy; her meaning was obvious.
Billy fidgeted in his seat. He practically caressed his life saving notebook. He summoned his resolve and said to his girlfriend, "Go to her, Madison. You need to do what she wants. It's important to us both that you do as you are told."
Madison didn't understand what was happening. She did have a desire to please her boyfriend, but what was going on? She was weirdly afraid and excited. She looked rapidly between Billy and Janice, hoping for some understanding.
Janice pulled at Madison's arm again.
Madison anxiously looked to Billy. He looked down at his important notebook, and said to her, "Go to her, Madison."
Confused, but obedient, Madison followed Janice's insistent tug on her arm. As she was pulled toward Janice, Janice slipped an arm behind her and, still guiding Madison forward, bent her over her lap. Madison was in a complete panic bent over Janice's knees, facing the van's dark carpet.
Janice's pussy was on fire! She couldn't believe she had the absolute hottest cheerleader over her lap! She slowly pushed up Madison's pleated blue and white uniform skirt, and gazed longingly at Madison's blue brief panties. She remembered all the times when she had watched Madison cheer, and her skirt flew up and showed off these sexy briefs. And up close, Madison's ass was still as exquisite.
Janice began to rub and caress Madison's bottom. Madison fought her handling. Billy went to speak, but Janice cut him off.
"Be still, my dear. Any more fussing or struggling will result in your dear boyfriend's demise."
Madison kicked her feet. She wanted up.
Janice held her, but it wasn't easy. Madison was an athlete and strong. She spoke quickly, "Don't you know, my cheerleader? Your loving boyfriend is failing. He needs a good term paper in his history class to maintain his grade point average. If he fails, he'll lose his full scholarship. He needs his free ride or its quitsville for him. And who knows? He probably won't make it as a free agent, he needs his college experience and exposure to find his way to the pros. Your boyfriend needs an excellent grade to make his grade point average, so he came to me."
Madison stopped her struggling and listened to Janice's words. The girl began to once again fondle her bottom. She didn't like it, but she was beginning to understand.
"I," Janice continued as Billy sat in shamed silence, "don't always want or accept money as compensation for my services, which I guarantee. I have never failed. I always deliver top grade work that is always original. When Billy came to me, desperate and eager, the price for my work, thus the salvation of his scholarship and quite possibly his professional football career, was you. An evening with you. All the time I want."
Madison shifted uneasily. She had heard of this type of thing before. She knew many students paid for schoolwork to be done for them, and there was the urban legend that sex was sometimes exchanged for such schoolwork to be done. The price was always high. Madison realized just how high.
Janice quieted Madison with an affectionate pat to her up turned bottom. "Shh, girl. You should know that for my payment, I promised your lazy boyfriend an additional paper should he need it. I'm sure he'll need the extra help, but I do get all the time I want. That might be until dawn or later. Anyway, you can secure your Billy's college experience."
