Headmaster Krutz was back in his office Thursday morning when Susan Mitchell arrived, much to her disappointment as was hoping for another easy day at West Valley High.
"Good morning, Miss Mitchell, I understand you got a chance to get some exercise yesterday", the headmaster said.
"Yes, sir. And I got to go to class and I was hoping I'd get to do that more. Earning money for college isn't going to help if I don't graduate," the girl said.
"Oh, don't worry about that," the headmaster said. "You'll get your high grades the same way you always have, by using your body." Susan cringed but she knew he was right about how she had passed her classes in the past.
"Homecoming is the weekend," the headmaster continued, "and I think you are going to look a little pale in your dress. So we should take care of that. Follow me."
Krutz came around his desk and walked out the door and the handcuffed naked cheerleader followed him. The headmaster led her through the lobby out into the school's circle drive. Set up there on the grassy area in the circle was what Susan knew to be a set of stocks. The front portion was a few feet off the ground and the headmaster removed her handcuffs and ordered her to drop to her knees and place her head and wrists through the stocks. He snapped the upper bar down and locked the padlock, sealing her in place.
The headmaster brought over a second pair of stocks and positioned them behind the girl, spreading her legs and pinning her ankles between the two boards.
"We'll leave your mouth and other holes free in case you want to make some money today," Krutz said. "I've taken the liberty of putting up a price sheet and we'll leave a little bucket here for your money. Meanwhile, work on your tan."
Susan whimpered as the headmaster walked away. She could see the video camera in front of her and presumed there was another focused on her exposed pussy. Soon students would be walking by on this warm September day, taking advantage of the weather while walking to class. She knew they would see her, read the price list, and spend some of their parents' money on her.
Sure enough, a group of boys walked by just a few minutes later. The oldest, a boy named Jeff who was in a few of Susan's classes read the price list. "$300 for a blow job? No way," he said. Another boy who Susan did not know said, "For $500, you can just fuck her. Seems like a better deal." The third boy, whose name was Michael, she thought, said "No charge to play with her titties, though."