“She wouldn’t dare.”
Lauren gave her a you’re-shitting-me look. “Remember when you told everyone about how I got drunk and made out with Patrick Finkus when he DDed at that party last summer? Then you used it to steal the captain position from me? Bitch, I’ll sell this shit to the fucking internet and spread the address to the whole school. To your parents, your minister, your fucking dog. Every pervert who ever googles you will know exactly what you look like naked and squealing like a bitch in heat.”
“Come on, Taylor—don’t be a bitch!” Evelyn pleaded, looking at Taylor like this predicament were somehow her fault. Evidently she was content to be known as a slut, but was squeamish about everyone having firsthand evidence of it.
Kylee nodded earnestly. “Yeah, like, I don’t want everyone to see me being all orgied and everything.”
Taylor gritted her teeth. “Fine. FINE. Let’s just do this.”
Lauren stuck out her tongue. “Don’t forget to smile, cunt.”
Seething, Taylor forced a smile onto her face, the same utterly fake smile she used to subtly flirt her way into favors from teachers. After spending the last two hours smiling on the sidelines, her face practically hurt from it.
DJ turned to his step-sister and nodded. “You’re the director, Laur. Start us off.”
“Not director—captain,” she said decisively. “So you bitches do what I say now. Got me?”
“Yes Captain,” said Evelyn and Kylee in unison. Taylor took a deep breath, smiled hatefully at the camera, then echoed it herself.
“All righty, so if we’re gonna make a little porno here, then let’s make sure we understand our characters. Evelyn and Kylee, you’re both senior cheerleaders, and this stupid bitch here wants on the squad. So today, you’re going to put her through her paces with a little hazing ritual—you’re going to cheer your new recruit through getting used like a cheap whore by an upperclassman.”
DJ looked between Evelyn and Kylee with concern. “Hey now, it’s not much of an orgy if I only get to play with the one girl.”
What, am I not enough for him? That ungrateful prick! Lauren waved for him to shut up. “Just trust me, all right? Now… ACTION!”
Evelyn and Kylee both grinned brightly. Taylor knew they both hated her almost as much as Lauren; they had to be loving this. Evelyn spoke up first. “So hey, Taylor, we found an upperclassman for you—this is DJ. He’s a senior, and you’re going to make his day, all right?”
“Yeah, like totally make his day,” Kylee added brilliantly.
They acted with all the panache of Paris Hilton. Determined to outshine them, Taylor tried to smile shyly at him. “Heya, hot stuff,” she purred. “I can’t wait to get to know you better.”
“This the best you can do?” he said, looking bored. “I’d rather just fool around with you two than waste my time on this ho.”
Lauren laughed. “Yeah yeah, that’s good,” she exclaimed excitedly. “Now girls, each of you has to do a cheer routine to try to entice him to screw you. Taylor, you need to make sure yours is ultra-slutty to get his attention. Go.”
The new captain—(not that it’s official, she reminded herself)—allowed the three of them a minute to come up with something. Taylor figured it wouldn’t be too hard. She was definitely hotter than them, nevermind that DJ was pretending not to notice, and had been taking dance lessons since she was five. She had moves they couldn’t match.
Evelyn went first, and it was instantly clear she wasn’t going to make the contest easy. She shook her ass hypnotically and fondled her little breasts through her uniform as she did a chant in a sultry voice.
“Who’s the new guy that all the girls want?” She pointed to DJ and held up two fingers, a readily understood signal for her audience.
“DJ! DJ!” the other girls chanted. Taylor too.
“Who’s the big stud we all crave in our cunt?”
“DJ! DJ!” they repeated again. Then Evelyn—completely arhythmically—just flipped her skirt up to reveal her bright blue uniform panties and twerked, her fleshy butt jumping and gyrating like it was springloaded. DJ groped it appreciatively Evelyn winked at him over her shoulder.
“All right, let’s see what you got, Kylee,” Lauren interjected. Kylee giggled and withdrew to the far end of the locker room. She did a series of graceful cartwheels until she was back at the far end, grinning brightly.
“Gimme a P!” she yelled.
“P!” They echoed.
“Gimme an E!”
“E!”
“Gimme an N!”
“N!”
“Gimme a U!”
There was a brief pause before she got her requested U. What the fuck is she spelling, “penumbra”?
“Gimme an S!”
“S!”
“Put it together and what did you give me?”
“Penis!” called out Evelyn, Lauren and DJ. Kylee slid down into the splits, her sexy brown legs splayed out to either side of her blue-pantied butt peeking out at the bottom of her tiny skirt.
Taylor rolled her eyes. “You misspelled ‘penis’ you fucking airhead.”
Kylee seemed to think for a moment. “Did I… no, I don’t think I did…” It was like she was counting on her fingers, the way her lips were mumbling through the letters.
“You forgot to smile, bitch. Why don’t you do your brilliant routine, then we’ll give you a chance to make it up to Kylee,” Lauren said, smirking.
Her “routine” had been planned as a few well-rehearsed high-kicks, flips and dance moves; now Taylor knew she’d need to do something more risque to win this competition and stop Lauren from wrecking her social life. Her brain raced to come up with something new in a hurry, something even sluttier than the two spectacularly slutty routines that had just preceded her.
“One second!” she yelped, darting behind a row of lockers. She’d need whatever edge she could get here, so she took a moment to slide off her cheerleading panties, then got rid of her sports bra with a little struggle to get it off without removing her top. She used the precious extra seconds to come up with a few lines.
Without much confidence in what she’d come up with, the once and future captain came back around to where the other girls were sharing a mischievous grin with DJ. “Well, whatcha got for us newbie?” he asked imperiously.
Taylor stood right in front of him and began, gladder than ever for her modest gift for rhyming.
I’m so glad I’ve got big tits!
‘Cause then my man can squeeze ’em like this!
And when I slip and give him sass
He can bend me over and smack my ass!
I can’t get enough of that stuff in his nuts
’Cause I wanna be one of his little sluts!
He can fuck my little puss, or fuck my jiggly tits
But I love it best when he jams it ’tween my lips!
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay DJ!
Throughout the routine, she put his hands on her body parts as she named them, kissing and grinding against his crotch as it went on. She finished with an actual dance move she’d learned in couples dance class, kicking high and spinning, letting the foot come to rest on her partner’s shoulder. She used it to pull him in to a scorching open mouth kiss, snaking her tongue into his mouth as her thighs and glutes started burn from being more than 180 degrees split. Her bare pussy was pressed against his crotch, and she could feel his cock hardening against her.