She finger-fucked me while she drove. I sat there with my jeans and panties pulled down to my knees and my body bare from the waist to the knees.
My thighs were spread and her hand was between them and she pushed her finger in and out of my pussy, which got wetter and wetter.
She told me all about Ned Plymm. This was a big deal for her, and for me, too. Ever since I was a little girl, I could remember seeing his name on posters at election time, and he was always in the local paper, too.
Beverly really wanted to get herself and the ring established with the big wheels in town, the inner circle of the dealmakers.
If things went well with Ned Plymm, we would really be on our way.
I told her that everything would go fine. I had to tell her between gasps, since what she was doing to my pussy was really turning me on.
But she didn't make me come. She fingered me till I was just on the edge of coming, then she took her hand away from my pussy.
Her fingers were wet with my juices. Beverly stuck her fingers in her mouth and licked them, tasting me.
I was real horny, since she had almost brought me off, but then just left me dangling. I started rubbing myself between the legs to finish the job.
She took my hand and firmly put it down on the seat.
"There'll be none of that, young lady!"
"Oh, but Beverly…"
"But me no buts, Debbie Sue. I want you nice and simmering for our fine Mr. Plymm. You'll save it for him, and not waste it here in the car."
"Maybe we could pull over for a few minutes at a rest stop or something, and, well, you know, get it on?"
I hoped we could, 'cause nobody but nobody can eat pussy like Beverly.
But she gave it a thumbs down, and kept on driving. I sighed and pulled up my panties and pants.
I got all sweated up during the game, 'cause we really work hard with all that cheering and jumping and running around.
Sometimes I think that we work harder than the guys on the team!
Anyway, after the game I had showered and put on my regular street clothes. I had my cheering uniform and sneakers in my gym bag.
Beverly had made sure that I had it. It would come in handy later.
We got to her house about a quarter after eleven. We had time, since Ned Plymm wouldn't be by until midnight or maybe later.
I could have gone for a drink or a reefer or both, but Beverly doesn't let us get high when we're working.
The customer can do whatever he or she wants, but we have to be in top shape, with our heads clear and alert – that's what she says.
But when we're not working, Beverly lets us have all the booze and pot and pills we want, and she supplies them.
We girls have had some really wild after-hours parties, I'll tell you!
When we got to the house, and were settled, Beverly told me to put on my uniform.
I wondered why, since it was kind of sweaty and not fresh. She said that Ned Plymm really wanted to do it to a cheerleader, and that he had asked that I wear the uniform. Well, it was okay with me.
I got undressed in the living room, in front of Beverly. I hoped that I would turn her on so that maybe she would go down on me.
When I was stripped, she did come up behind me and hug me. She cupped my tits and felt them while the nipples got hard.
Just when I was starting to glow, she kissed me on the back of the neck and let go of me and told me I had better hurry up and get ready.
So, I got all outfitted and sat in the living room, watching TV while I waited.
Around about midnight, there was the sound of a car pulling up. Beverly looked out the window, saw that it was Ned Plymm.
She told me to go into the bedroom and wait until she told me to come out.
I did. But I stayed on the other side of the door, with my ear pressed against it, trying to listen.
The house had a long driveway, which curved around the house and ended in the back yard, in front of a garage.
That was cool, since the visitors to Beverly's could park in back and not have to worry about their cars being recognized out on the street.
That was where Ned Plymm parked. He walked around to the front of the house. Beverly let him in, then closed and locked the door. He kissed her and they talked in the living room, but I couldn't hear what they said.
They chatted, though, that much I could tell. Once or twice I heard them laughing.
I felt all wet inside, wetter even than I had been when I was in the car and Beverly was fucking me with her finger.
That was a big part of the thrill of working for her. The money was great, but for me at least, the kicks were greater.
First of all, it really turned me on to know that I was going to be fucked by a man that I had never even met before.
Maybe that's wicked, but I didn't care. I haven't gone to Sunday school for a long time, or to church, either.
I've spent lots of time on my knees, but not praying.
Second, I was excited by the idea of selling myself – that a mature, successful and important man was more than willing to pay to possess my body.
Even though I was the one who would get fucked, it gave me a feeling of power, to be desired so very much that I was paid for.
I was all dressed up. I wore the standard cheerleader's uniform.
There was a tight long-sleeved white sweater, with a great big H for Hamilton High, sewn on the chest of the sweater.
My tits pushed the H way out of shape. I wore a bra under the sweater. I've got pretty big tits, well, not big like Tina, maybe, but pretty big. Tina's just a year or two older than me, but she's built like a Vegas showgirl. Lucky girl!
But Mother Nature's been pretty kind to me, and I've got a really nice set.
When I cheer, I jump and run all around, and my tits bounce, and without the support of a bra, they can hurt some times.
I wore a red skirt. It was pleated and there was white satin lining the folds, so actually you could say the skirt was red and white.
It reached down to the middle of my thighs. Below the skirt I wore white satin panties which were special panties for cheering.
After all, the panties have to be solid, so nobody can see through them and look at our pussies when we cheer.
These were the panties I had worn for the big game, so they were kind of ripe and sweaty, and the crotch of them smelled heavy of pussy.
Well, if that's what Mr. Ned Plymm wanted, it was fine with me!
Lastly, I wore white socks and a pair of brown and white saddle shoes. I also had a pair of shakers, you know, wooden sticks with masses of red and white streamers on them that I'd shake in the air when cheering.
Outside, Beverly took care of the financial aspect. She never has the money change hands in front of the girls, since she claims that it takes away some of the "magic" if we girls get too money-minded.
I don't think that Mr. Ned Plymm was out there in the living room for more than five minutes socializing with Beverly.
He was hot to trot, and ready to go. Beverly got up and came to the bedroom.
I didn't want her to catch me listening at the door, since it's not nice to eavesdrop, so I hurried from the door and sat on the bed.
Beverly came inside. I could tell from the way her face shone that she was really eager and excited about the way things were going.
She had a really good idea, which she whispered to me. It was real cute.
So, I hurried into the living room. Mr. Ned Plymm had his coat off and sat in an armchair holding a drink in a glass.
His face lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning with the presents under the tree – I was the present that he would unwrap.
I went through with our cute little intro. The living room was small but not tiny, and there was enough clear space for me to do it. I cheered – for him.
"Yay, Ned! Yay, Plymm! Yay, yay, Ned Plymm! Ned Plymm, Ned Plymm, he's our man, if he can't do it, no one can! Yay!"