CHAPTER   39   (2/2)


The blonde MILF cheerfully delivered her line and then put her hands in the air, jumping up and down as she shouted 'Woohoo!' along with the music.

"That's it, really zoom in on those tits," the director instructed as the camera crew filmed away.

My mom put the microphone back to her lips, brushed her hair back, gave a big smile, and the continued reading the lines off the teleprompter. "I've missed my viewers so much the last few days, but don't worry, Little Miss Naughty is back and ready to play!" She gave a big wink into the camera just like the teleprompter instructed, before getting started on the list of sexiest celebrity outfits. The channel showed clips and pictures on the green screen behind my mom, and she'd comment on each outfit. For the male celebrities, she'd have to say something like, "Wow, look at how hot he is, and rode a motorcycle to the awards show! Let him know I'm available if he wants to ride something else!" And for the female celebrities - especially the ones in the overly revealing, slutty outfits - she'd say things like, "I would love to wear that dress, I need to get in touch with her designer!"

The teleprompter kept going, and my mom knew she had to keep reading off the lines.

"Welcome back from the break! Before the show, we asked some of you to send us your questions through Twitter. I'm going to read off a couple that came in."

Both the questions and the answers were prewritten for her so she didn't have to do any thinking for herself. "George asked, 'I love your devil outfit, can we get a better look at the tail?' Aww, thank you so much! Of course you can!" She then turned around the cameraman lowered the camera to get a better view. He brought the camera nice and close to her ass, and it was so low that it was basically looking straight up the back of her skirt.

"Wiggle your tail," the director instructed from off-screen. Becky complied, wiggling her ass back and forward as the camera zoomed in to her behind.

"Now twerk it a little up and down," the director commanded as he watched the recording feed with a satisfied smile.

My mom did exactly as instructed, habitually leaning forward and twerking her ass up and down as the devil tail bounced between her large fake implants. It felt like the director was taking a little too much time focusing on the devil-tail, but Becky continued twerking as the electronic music blasted. She figured that it was important to make the viewers feel validated. Little did she know, the director had written most of those Twitter questions himself.

"That was fun, thank you so much, George!" She then blew a kiss and gave another wink to the camera. "Our next Twitter user says, 'Becky, I love the show! How did you get the name 'Miss Naughty?'" My mom continued reading off the pre-written answer, "Thank you so much for the question! I got the name Miss Naughty because I love to get dolled up and go out, party and get very wild, especially with fans of the show; and I'm known to get into lots of trouble when I do! Eventually, some of my friends started calling me Miss Naughty and the name stuck! What can I say, I'm a naughty girl! Thanks for your question!" She blew the camera another kiss.

"Our next question comes from Mike, and he asks..." Becky paused for a moment before forcing herself to smile and continue reading the question aloud. "You're so hot, do you have a boyfriend? When is the last time you had sex?" My mom's heart beat hard as she read the question. It felt so inappropriate and degrading, but she knew she had to keep her cool and prove to her superiors that she was a true professional. Her voice cracked for a moment but she kept her red lipstick painted lips formed in a big, charming smile as she pushed through.

"That's a very naughty question, Mike! I like it!" She said with a grin as she ran her finger beneath the letters on her choker. "I don't currently have a boyfriend. Maybe one of you nice guys would like to take me out on a date?"  The teleprompter read: 'Rock body flirtatiously' My mom folded her hands together and began rocking her body side to side before reading the next line. "As for the second part of the question, well... That's a little personal... But, let's just say I had a very fun night last night!" Of course, she blew another kiss to the camera and thanked the viewer for the question.

"Okay, that was it for the questions - oh wait, we're just getting one more question in now!" On the one hand, she couldn't believe that such raunchy questions made it past the editors to be read on such a prestigious new channel. On the other hand, she knew that making the viewers feel like they were part of the show was very important.

"Our viewer Carl asks, 'Thank-you for answering that last question, you're such a fun host!' Aww, thank you Carl! Then he asks, 'how often do you have sex each week?' Wow, you viewers are so naughty tonight! This is why I've missed you guys, you're so fun! Now, again, that question is verrry personal so I don't want to answer it too thoroughly," my mom was reading off the pre-written answer from the teleprompter, "but let's just say there are seven days in a week!" She gave the camera a wink, another kiss, and another big thank you to all the viewers for being 'so much fun.'

When they cut to the commercial break, the director applauded her great acting skills. "You're doing fantastic, our viewers love it! They're going crazy on the message boards!"

"Aww, good!" Becky answered with a proud smile.

" That type of viewer-participation is so good for the network, it really drives up our ratings! We should have incorporated that segment long ago!"


"Some of the questions were a little..." My mom said hesitantly.

"Oh I know, but that's just what you get from male viewers late at night. It's just part of the deal."

"True..." Before my mom could say anything else, the director kept speaking, "Now, let's have you leaning against the desk when we come back from commercials," the director instructed.

My mom stood against the desk and leaned her ass against the top. "Like this?"

"Yea, now put your hands on your hips. Try to strike a sexy pose. Careful not to get your tail caught on the desk."

My mom held the microphone in one hand and put her hands on her hips, twisting her body to make hips look pronounced and sexy.

"Perfect. Let's get a slow pan-over with the camera." The camera-man moved forward, positioning the camera at my mom's red platform heels.

"Back on in 4, 3, 2..." The dance music kept playing as the camera began slowly rising, panning up my mom's body and capturing every inch of her long, fishnet covered legs with the tail hanging between them, her naked thighs with the short miniskirt, the corset around her thin waist, her long blonde hair, and her bulging, fake tits. She lifted the microphone back to her lips.

"Welcome back viewers! Mwah!" She kissed into the microphone. "I have some great news! I had so much fun answering your questions earlier, that my director said I can start answering questions during every show! So, think up your best, naughtiest questions and send them to us on Twitter because we'll be having another Q & A session every night! Now, I would like to start talking to you about one of the products from our sponsors!"

It was time to bring in the money and start doing in-show advertisements, starting with a men's cologne. "This brand smells sooo good, it's my absolute favorite!" She said flirtatiously as she held up the bottle of scented cologne. "Now, I don't know if it's an aphrodisiac or not, but when a guy's wearing this, I get so turned on for them!"

She heard the director's voice off-set, "That's great, sweetheart. Really sell it!" She knew that the ad promoting brought in a lot of money for the channel and was one of the most important parts to the channel executives. "When I smell this on a guy, I can't help myself! I get so hot and turned on! It's really not fair," she said with a wink. She continued pumping out the ads, for both male and female products. For the female products, she'd throw in comments for the men that they should buy them for their girlfriends. For the guy products, she'd go on and on about how overwhelmingly attracted she gets towards men that used that product.

"Now, I love dressing up and looking good. That's why I wax or shave my legs every single day. And when I'm shaving, nothing works better than these shaving razors!" She went on and on, trudging through the products and advertisements. The director reminded her how important it was to keep viewers attention during the advertisements, so she had to find creative ways to keep people watching. Of course, what that really meant was that she had to shake her tits or bounce up and down every few minutes, rest one leg up on the desk to give the camera a better view of her ass, or slide her fingers over her wide hips or across her cleavage.

Instead of putting the advertisement products on the desk, the put them in a basket on the floor beside the desk. This gave conveniently gave the cash cow starlet an excuse to bend over and fish the item out of the basket, giving the viewers a nice, zoomed in view of her ass or tits each time. "There you go, sweetheart. Not too fast. Bend over nice and slow, towards the camera. Great, just hold that post. Zoom in on those tits. Great." My mom kept smiling, glancing up at the camera before looking back down into the basket, pretending to fish for the next item.

She continued with the promotions, playing with her tail or jiggling her tits, giving the viewers a sexy show as she shamelessly pushed the products.

She was so relieved when she finally finished the degrading session, but her job wasn't finished. She still had to let her boss fuck her before going home.

"Mr. Richards, you wanted to see me?" She asked as she stood in his doorway, still wearing her full devil get-up, including the horns and tail.

"Yes, Becky, come in. And, shut the door."

"Yes, sir," she answered meekly. "What may I help you with?"

"You know exactly what you're here for," he answered while stepping up from his desk. He was right - she did know.

"You look so hot in that little teasing outfit, I just had to have you one more time for the night." He stepped closer to her body and reached out to grab a palm full of her large tits beneath the corset. "And I know that you don't mind at all, do you?"

She gasped as he groped her breast. "That's right, you want to keep your job. Just think of this as one more of your additional duties." He dug a hand up her skirt, his fingers quickly bypassing her red thong and penetrating her pussy. Her gasp turned to a moan. She did want to keep her job. She knew that she was now going to be used as her bosses plaything, whenever he was feeling horny, and there as nothing she could do about it. She was blackmailed to keep her job - if she crossed her supervisor then she'd be fired for seducing the producer, and her reputation would be ruined.

The boss thrust his fingers in and out roughly, making a wet, sploshing sound from my mom's pussy. "Mmm, still nice and wet with my cum from earlier," he said sinisterly as he stepped behind her, his fingers continuing to slide in and out of her wet cunt. Becky's gasp was turning into a moan as the boss violated her body - one hand playing with her pussy while the other slid down her corset and grabbed her large breast.

He shoved her down on his desk and pulled his cock out in a huge, horny rush. A moment later her thong was slid to the side and she felt the thick, hard dick sliding into her moist pussy. She let out a soft, long moan as her boss grabbed her hips firmly and began quickly thrusting his cock into her body. The man seemed to be very worked up and horny, and he began fucking her rougher and harder. Her pussy was wet and full from the previous fucking and it was causing a wet slapping sound to be made each time her boss thrust into her - 'Wap, wap, wap!'

Even though he was fucking her much harder and quicker than earlier, she could tell he wasn't going to finish as quickly. It always takes men longer to cum the second time, and this was going to be no exception.

"Uhn, uh, uh!" She involuntarily moaned as her boss continued thrusting his dick between her legs. She knew he'd be using her body for a long time tonight.

"That was a great session," he said with a grunt as he kept fucking her. He was referring to the filming session. "You pulled in a ton of viewers and high ratings."

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!" She moaned, her body sliding back and forward against the desk.

"The viewers loved your sexy outfit, with your new tits. I'll definitely tell Sarah to make sure your future outfits are even more skimpy and revealing." Wap, wap, wap! "You're going to pull in a ton of views. Soon you might even be the main starlet of the whole channel."

Even through the rough pounding that she was taking, the thought of being the main star did get her excited. She might get promoted yet!

'Wap, wap, wap,' went the loud slapping sound her boss's body slammed against her ass and the dick drilled deeper into her pussy, the devil tail swaying comically by side. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Uhn, uh, uhn, yes, yes, yes sir, uhhh!"

"Great. I'll pick out something really skimpy for you tomorrow, then. We'll make sure to really show off those big new tits to all the viewers." Her boss reached down and grabbed her leg, spreading it and lifting it onto the desk so his cock could reach even deeper into her pussy. Her skirt slid up to her hips and her boss began slapping her ass as he fucked the blonde starlet. Wap, wap, wap! *Slap!*

"Uhnnn!" She moaned in response as he spanked her large exposed ass cheek, her leg still slid up on the desk at her side. *Slap! Slap! Slap* He continued spanking my mom's juicy ass cheek as he fucked her pussy raw. My mom was moaning and gasping as she got drilled - and worst of all, she felt an orgasm getting ready to explode.

"That's a good little news reporter slut," he said with a grin as he spanked her large ass, starting to turn red. My mom's orgasm exploded and she cried out in a loud, slutty moan as her boss continued drilling her over his desk. That's when she felt it - the warm, filling spunk emptying into her pussy as her boss started to cum for the second time that evening.

"Yes, take my cum deep," he said with a grunt as he buried his cock deep into my mom's pussy and let his cum spurt out. He gave her ass another painful slap, making the blonde MILF yelp as he slid his cock out of her sloppy, well-used pussy.

  CHAPTER   38

Chapter 38: Slutty hook-up behind the dumpster

As I continued massaging and sucking on Vanessa's feet, she continued scrolling through her phone admiring pictures of Brad as Claire watched over her shoulder. "Roy has come online? Who's Roy?" Claire asked as she looked at the phone.

"It's nobody! Just an old friend from my last school," Vanessa answered shyly. I continued sucking on her big toe.

Claire could read the look on Vanessa's face. "No... There's something more, isn't there? Who issss he?"

"Fine," Vanessa relented...  "We, umm..."

"Oh my gosh, you guys hooked-up, didn't ya?"

"Only once!" Vanessa answered defensively, but Claire kept teasing her.

"You're such a slut! Haha! Milksop, your girlfriend is a little nympho!"

"I am not!" She answered playfully, while I continued sucking on her toes.

Claire continued poking. "So, how did it happen? Were you two dating?"

"No, nothing like that. He also played on the football team, like Brad! They had just won a huge game, so the whole school was celebrating. He grabbed me and led me outside to a private area..."

"Where?"

"Uhh..." Vanessa blushed with embarrassment. "Behind the dumpsters."

"Haha, ohh how romantic!" Claire teased as Vanessa blushed.

"Well... He'd just won a huge game and they were celebrating, so it only seemed right," Vanessa continued, trying not to divulge any more details of the naughty encounter. "I swear I don't usually hook up with guys like that, it just seemed like the right thing to do at the moment."

"So... How was it?"

Vanessa smiled at the hot memory. "Mmm... Amazing. I had a huge crush on him after that! Although we never did hang out much after that night, then I ended up changing schools of course."

Claire was smiling naughtily from the dirty story. "You should message him!"

I looked up from Vanessa's feet with jealousy in my eyes. Claire glanced down at me and I quickly averted my eyes and continued sucking on my girlfriend's toes.

"Nooo, that'd be so embarrassing," Vanessa answered awkwardly.

"No it won't! Look, it says he's in the local area! You should tell him hello, for old times sake!"

"Okay," Vanessa finally relented with a little smile. "A little hello couldn't hurt." I tried hard to shake off my jealousy. There was nothing wrong with Vanessa saying hello to old friends, I reminded myself.

She messaged him, and Roy messaged back. "Who is this?" Vaness quickly began typing. "It's Vanessa, we used to go to school together."

"I went to school with a lot of people."

Vanessa continued messaging him back, a little frustrated. "You know... Vanessa..." She sighed and continued typing. "We hooked up... After the football game?"

"Uhhh... You mean Cindy?"

Vanessa sighed, feeling quite frustrated. She'd let him fuck her and he doesn't even remember her name. She started spelling out the details of the encounter. "Remember...  You bent me over by the dumpsters and kept squeezing my tits. You didn't want to wear a condom so I let you use my mouth after you finished fucking my pussy? Then you said you had to go and left after you blew your load in my mouth by the dumpsters."

I could only watch with jealousy as Vanessa typed away on her phone, Claire smiling devilishly the entire time. Claire seemed to love putting me in positions where I had to listen to Vanessa talk about her past sexual encounters. I tried my hardest to brush the jealousy off and remind myself that she was my girlfriend now and I had nothing to worry about.

"Oh yea, I think I remember you," Roy finally messaged back. "The Latina chick with the huge tits, right?"

"Yes!" Vanessa wrote back, finally relieved that Roy remembered her, though a little annoyed it took him so long.

"It's so cool that he's in town this week. You should ask to get a coffee with him!" Claire suggested with her naughty charm.

"No, I couldn't do that," Vanessa said wistfully while she looked down at me - still dutifully sucking on her toes and licking her feet. I'd lost track of time and didn't know how much longer I had left in my 15-minute 'bonding therapy' session.

"Don't be silly, of course, you can! It would be good for you to catch up with someone from your old school and find out how things have been going."

My jealousy finally got the better of me and I removed my lips from Vanessa's feet to talk. "You're going to meet up with him? But you two had sex..." I should have kept my mouth shut, as Claire was very quick to shut me down. "Oh my God, Milksop, it's just coffee! Stop being such an overly-jealous, controlling boyfriend! That's not supportive at all! It's healthy for Vanessa to catch up with her old friends." I shrunk down and quickly put my lips back onto Vanessa's feet submissively. "Besides," Claire turned to Vanessa, "it's not like you're going to take him out back to the dumpsters and let him fuck you again!" The girls laughed and Vanessa finally agreed that coffee couldn't hurt.

She began typing the message, and Claire watched tentatively. "Don't be so bashful. Cheerleaders have to be confident and forward! Tell him you miss him and you'd love to see him again," Claire encouraged.

Roy messaged back... "Sure, I'd be down for that. Why don't you send me a pic in the meantime?"

"Ohhh that's a great idea," Claire agreed as she read the message. I slid my mouth off her feet. "What is?"

"Don't worry about it, babydick. Here, I'll take it for you," Claire said as she grabbed Vanessa's phone and stood up, kicking me out of the way. "Move!"

Vanessa continued laying back on the couch as Claire stood in front her with the phone camera. Claire began coaching her to look sexier.  "Bend your knees a bit. Move your hair, have it rest in front of your shoulder..."

"Like this?" Vanessa lay back on the couch, her cleavage pushed out, her hair looking very sexy and seductive. Claire snapped the picture and smiled. "Perfect."

"Let me see?" She asked eagerly.

"Hang on," Claire began typing a message on the phone before sending the picture to Roy. She then turned the phone for Vanessa to see. The picture looked very steamy and inviting indeed, and Claire wrote a caption before sending it which read: "Can't wait to see you again, xoxo"

"Oh my gosh, you're so bad," Vanessa laughed as she read the caption.

"I know I am," Claire agreed with a wink. I was left sitting on my knees by the side, completely dumbfounded.

"We should get going now," Claire instructed. "Let's see if the therapy's worked. Milksop," Claire held her foot out towards me. "Want to kiss my toes a few more times before I go?"

"N-no!" I answered in a desperate, fearful shout, the thought of getting my balls whacked ringing through my body. The girls laughed at my pathetic response before leaving.

Vanessa gave me a big hug and told me she loved me before leaving, which made me feel much better about the whole night. Her body was so soft and warm as she hugged me and her hair smelled so good. It was easy for me to remember how lucky I was to have a girlfriend like her.

  CHAPTER  37   (1/2)

Chapter 37: Couples Counseling

During the drive home from the restaurant,
 Claire could tell something was up with Vanessa. It was just the three of us in Claire's SUV, but Vanessa had her arms crossed and had an aggravated look on her face. I, on the other hand, had a sad, guilty look on my face. When Claire pushed Vanessa for what was wrong, the fiery Latina simply crossed her arms, glared at me in the rear-view mirror, and said "Nothing."

"You know, I'm taking advanced classes at the university while I finish up high school. I'm studying therapy and counseling, and my teacher says I'm really good! Maybe I can help," Claire offered sweetly. That was all the coaxing it took. Vanessa sighed began venting her frustration. "Milksop kept checking out the waitress all night long!" (I only looked at her out once!) "And he couldn't WAIT to answer that he'd fuck her while we were playing that stupid game."

Claire looked into the rear-view mirror to see me trying to sink my head even lower, and a cruel smile crossed her face. "Oh wow, that definitely sounds like Milksop was behaving way out of line!"

Vanessa uncrossed her arms, letting her guard down and opening up even more to her friend. "I know! And when I brought it up to him, he tried to say it was MY fault because I said it about Brad!"

"Ugh, those are classic signs of male promiscuity. He probably doesn't even realize it, but he's secretly checking out other women and desiring them while he's still in a relationship with you. Some people even consider it cheating," Claire explained.

"I... I'm not cheating on Vanessa..." I answered timidly, but I was met with a sharp "shut-up, milksop," from Claire. "You want your girlfriend to continue to feel hurt?"

"N-no, of c-course not..." I answered quietly.

The cheerleaders had decided to collectively ruin Vanessa until she was nothing more than a degraded, well-used slut; Claire, on the other hand, had been getting quite a lot of fun out of torturing me and watching me squirm helplessly, and she had decided to take me in as her own personal project. She was going to continue to break me down bit by bit, enjoying every second as she ruined my life more and more.

"I'll tell you what," Claire said to Vanessa. "I've learned quite a lot about this in my university classes. I wouldn't mind coming inside with you and helping to give you some relationship counseling if you like."

"Really? You mean tonight?"

"Sure. It won't take very long, and I'm happy to help my new cheerleader sister." Vanessa smiled warmly at being called her sister. "Besides, it will be good practice for me to get some experience for class!"

Of course, I was in no position to protest. The girls had already decided this was going to happen, and any protesting would just make it seem like I didn't care about our relationship. The truth is, I was so scared of losing Vanessa earlier that evening that I was actually relieved Claire was going to step in and help. However, the sharp smile she gave me through the rear-view mirror made a chill run to my spine.

Vanessa and Claire both followed me into the house. Claire whispered that I should go into the bathroom to remove my butt-plug, then return to the living room. I thought it was nice that she wanted me to be comfortable during our therapy. "Any good therapist uses a couch for their patience, so we'll do the therapy right here," Claire announced as she walked into my living room. "Milksop's mom shouldn't be back for a few hours, so we're in no rush!"

When I took out the buttplug in the privacy of the bathroom, my asshole felt sore and pained. At least I wouldn't have to feel the thick buttplug each time I sat or moved during our little 'therapy session!' When I returned to the living room, Vanessa was sitting on the couch and Claire was sitting in the cushioned recliner chair. She had her hands folded and resting on top of her crossed legs; she really did look like a serious, professional therapist. "All finished using the bathroom? Great. So, I've been speaking over everything with Vanessa, and I've decided that the problem is entirely your fault, Milksop."

I tried to protest, but Claire was quick to shut me down. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you a trained couple's therapist?" She asked coldly.

"N-no, I..."

"That's what I thought. So from now on, you will shut-up, do as I say, and NO more backtalking. The only words I want to hear from you are 'thank-you Miss Claire.' I'm trying to save your relationship, ya know?"

I stood there silently for a long moment before finally muttering out the words in defeat: "Thank you, Miss Claire..."

Vanessa smiled. She could tell it was difficult for me and she liked seeing what an effort I was making for our relationship.

"Good. So, the best way to solve this problem is with something called 'Aversion therapy.'"

"Aversion therapy?" Vanessa asked with curiosity.

"Yes, it's really simple actually," Claire began explaining. "You show Milksop something that makes you jealous." Claire sat back and kicked her feet up on the ottoman in front of her. "Like my feet, for example." I felt a twitch in my cock cage. "Then, you give him a little bit of pain, so that he learns to associate the pain with my feet. That way, whenever he's looking at my feet, he'll think about pain instead of getting turned on! It's been proven to be a very reliable way of breaking men of their promiscuous, adulterous behaviors."

"Ohh, I get it," Vanessa said cheerfully.

"Okay, Milksop, lean over the ottoman and stick your ass in the air. Also, lower your pants." The command made my eyes widen, but Claire spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"B-but..."

Claire looked up at me, narrowing her eyes. "Is that back-talk, already?"

I gulped. "N-no Miss Claire," I quickly answered with fear in my voice. I began getting onto my knees.

"Just think of me as your doctor, and you as the patient. Everything we do here is in confidence so you don't have anything to worry about." Claire dug through her purse and pulled out a wooden ruler which she handed to Vanessa. "Here's what we'll use for pain part of the aversion therapy. Whenever he kisses my feet, you'll give him a little spanking with this ruler. It will hurt, but won't do any long-term damage so it's perfect"

"So smart," Vanessa said as she examined the ruler in her hands.

"Trust me, this is going to help your relationship so much," Claire said with a smile. "Milksop! Pants down, ass up!"

I did as instructed, pulling my pants down just enough for my ass to show but not to reveal my little dicklette cage - I would be so embarrassed if Vanessa saw that.

"Okay," Claire said as she kicked her feels off and brought her feet back up to the ottoman, a few inches in front of my face. "When Milksop kisses the bottom of my feet, you give him a hard wack with the ruler. That way he'll learn to associate the pain with cheating kissing my feet!"

"Okay... Got it," Vanessa said, sitting on the couch in position to spank me with the ruler.

"Okay, babydick... Kiss the bottom of my foot." Claire stretched one foot forward, towards my lips. 'Is this really happening? Kissing Claire's feet in front of my girlfriend?' I thought to myself as I pushed my lips forward and planted a kiss on Claire's foot, just below her toes.

"Pat!" The ruler spanked against my ass.

"Oh no, that wasn't nearly hard enough," Claire said.

"But... I feel bad," Vanessa answered with a little whine.

"But it really has to hurt a lot if it's going to work," Claire told her. "I have an idea. Babydick, when Vanessa spanks you, I want you to say 'thank you, Vanessa.' That way she won't feel so bad. Okay, let's try again." She stretched her foot forward once more. I pushed my lips against the sole of her foot and, once again, the ruler came slapping across my ass, a good bit harder this time - enough to make me let out a little yelp. "Ouch! Thank you, Vanessa," I said dutifully.

"Aww, that does make me feel better," Vanessa said with a bright smile.

"Good! See, this is why I'm the top student in my class. Let's do a few more kisses! And remember, the harder you spank him, the better it will work."

Claire wiggled her toes in front of my face. I leaned forward, cringing with anticipation of the wack as I kissed her feet once more.

"Wack!" Now THIS one hurt. I yelped and winced from the pain, before muttering my line... "Thank you, V-Vanessa!"

"Aww, you're welcome, sweetie," she said warmly, admiring the red welt mark she left across my ass.

"That was a much better hit," Claire said proudly. "Do a couple more like that. Hmm, I think... Ten more. Once for each toe!" Claire wiggled her toes in front of my face once again. "Start with the little toe and work your way across," she said with a wicked smile. I swallowed hard and answered, "Yes Miss Claire..."

Ten more times... Each time I kissed one of her toes, Vanessa would send the ruler flying across my ass, leaving big red welts each time. Claire continued assuring her that it was absolutely fine and encouraged her to try going even harder.

Claire relaxed into the recliner and wiggled her toes, mocking me. "C'mon Milksop, four more to go. Kissy kissy!"

*Kisssss*

*WACK!*

"Owwchh... Th-thank you, Vanessa!"

Claire laughed at my pitiful reciting, which caused Vanessa to laugh too. "This is fun! And, it actually IS helping my jealousy!" Vanessa said with a big smile.

"Yes, you see? I told you I knew what I'm doing. Three more to go, babydick!"

"Y-yes Miss Claire..."

*Smooch*

*Wack!*

Both girls burst into laughter as cried and thanked Vanessa for another spanking.

"Aww, he's crying! Did I do it too had?" Vanessa asked between her giggles.

"No no," Claire quickly answered, "it's a good sign. It needs to be quite painful for the therapy to take effect, and I'm sure Milksop doesn't want to have to do this again, do you babydick?"

"N-no," I answered with a cry, prompting more laughter from the girls.

"Go
 ahead and tell Vanessa to keep spanking you nice and hard."

I wiped away my tears and turned towards Vanessa, sliding the ruler up and down in her hands. She looked down at me. "Yes, honey?"

"I-I really want this th-therapy to be effective, please keep spanking me more."

"Okay sweetie, sure! You want me to keep going harder, too?"

I looked back towards Claire, who raised her eyebrows expectantly. I turned back to Vanessa. "Y-yes, p-please."

"Aww, I love how eager you are to keep going, even though it hurts. It means so much that you're trying so hard for our relationship." Vanessa had a soft, warm smile which warmed my heart. I turned back towards Claire, her feet still an inch in front of my face. "Kissy kissy," she said with a snicker.

Two left. I leaned forward, kissed the bottom of her toe and felt the hard, painful wack across my asscheek. Once again, it was followed by giggling laughter from both girls, accompanied by my pathetic 'thank you'.

At least I was almost finished, just one left to go. At least, that's what I thought. But actually, nothing could be further from the truth; Claire was just getting started.

I gave the last kiss to Claire's foot and received the hardest, most painful smack on my ass yet. "Thank you, Vanessa," I said through the cries and tears. Claire complimented Vanessa on the hit as they giggled; it was apparent that they were both having fun.

"So, how was that?" Vanessa asked proudly as she leaned back on the couch.

"Great!" Claire said with enthusiasm. "Do you feel less jealous now?"

"Yes, much!" Vanessa answered cheerfully. "Do you think the therapy worked?"

"Oh, that's hard to say. I mean, the therapy will definitely help him cheat on you as often."

"I never cheated on her!" I protested, much to Claire's disdain.

"Ahem... What have we said about back-talking?"

I felt my balls shrivel and I looked down. "Sorry Miss Claire..."

"Vanessa, spank him again. This time to teach him not to interrupt when the therapist is talking."

Sure enough, I felt another wack with the ruler against my ass. My cheeks were so red and tender from the previous lashings that this latest hit hurt even more. I quickly learned to shut up.

 CHAPTER   35  (2/2)

It stung each time I heard her say it. Worse, each time she said it, she seemed to be getting more worked up and out of breath. The words reminded her of that time in my bedroom when Brad tossed her on my mattress and had his way with her body. The fantasy was driving her insane with horniness and she licked her puffy red lips as she spoke about fucking Brad.

As they passed around the vibrator controller, I assumed it was just another inside joke that I wasn't apart of. Once again, I was completely left out of the entire conversation, sitting alone at the end of the table as the other two boys felt up my girlfriend. I was wishing I'd never agreed to come out. I felt invisible.

Brad had his arm around her shoulder, and Scott decided to get bold and put his hand on her knee. Slowly, he began sliding his hand up and down her leg. None of us could see it under the table, but Vanessa was feeling incredibly horny from all the stimulation and offered no resistance as the boy's hand slid dangerously high up her thigh.

It didn't stop there. Brad noticed the boy's hand and decided to join in. He reached his hand over and put it on Vanessa's other leg. Both boys began rubbing their hand up and down Vanessa's thighs, and the poor girl was horny out of her mind and couldn't help but sitting back in the booth and spreading her legs. She'd already let them each do so much worse, it didn't seem so bad to let them finger her.

The three cheerleaders were sitting back and enjoying the show as Vanessa sat across from them, an arm around each boy's neck, panting as the two hands slid up her thighs. The cheerleaders began chatting with each other as if nothing was happening, drawing attention away from Vanessa and letting her enjoy the moment as Brad's fingers grabbed the vibrator and pulled it out of her messy pussy. He then shoved his own fingers into her snatch, removing them just long enough for Scott to shove his own inside her. Her cunt was still wet and stretched from taking the giant dildo earlier in the day, and soon both boys were shoving their fingers inside her at the same time, making her pant and moan quietly. I knew something odd was going on, but before I could pay any attention to my girlfriend's behavior, I felt Claire's high-heel in my lap! She dug the sole of her shoe into my crotch, watching my face with a smile.

"How's that ass-plug feel, butterboy?" She whispered as I leaned forward in pain, my dicklette straining against the cage as her foot rubbed up and down my crotch. I was cringing from the pain - and the worst part is, when I looked down, I couldn't help but think how sexy Claire's long, smooth legs looked as her heel dug into my balls. I didn't even notice as Brad pulled his fingers out of Vanessa's crotch and put the wet fingers into my girlfriend's lips, making her suck her own juices. "Good slut," he whispered into her ear as he shoved his fingers back between her legs. Scott looked around to make sure nobody was looking, then snuck and grabbed a handful of Vanessa's tits right there at the table, smiling as nobody else noticed.

I was too busy cringing from the pain of Claire's high heels and Victoria and Chelsea were busy gossiping and laughing.

"Okay, let's play a new game now," Victoria announced as if we had no choice (which we really didn't - Victoria was always in command of everything.)

"Truth or dare," Victoria continued, looking around the table slowly as she considered who to ask. "Mmm... Vanessa! Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Vanessa answered quietly, both boys still sitting with their arms behind her back and another hand working between her legs.

"Okay... Have you ever been in a gangbang?"

"Umm," Vanessa answered shyly, "does giving two guys a blowjob at the same time count?"

"Haha, oh my God! Yes, that counts! Wow, you're a gangbang slut," Victoria answered loudly.

"Noo," Vanessa whined, "it was just once!" It hardly seemed fair. Vanessa felt quite set-up seeing how Victoria was the one that had arranged the whole double blowjob earlier that day, but Vanessa figured that was what she got for not saying dare..

"Haha, doesn't matter! You're a gangbang slut," Victoria answered with a grin. "Your turn now."

"Okay... Chelsea," Vanessa asked, turning towards the young cheerleader. "Truth or dare?"

“Truth.”

Vanessa tried to think of something naughty that would be fitting for the game. “How many guys have you slept with?”

“Four,” Chelsea said with a grin.

“Who?”

“Nope, you didn’t ask that so it’s not part of the game,” Chelsea answered triumphantly before quickly turning the question back around. “My turn now. Vanessa, truth or dare?”

“Hmm. Dare,” she answered. She had completely given over to letting the boys feel her up between her legs, and they were now rubbing her thighs and sliding their fingers into her pussy as much as they pleased.

“Okay… I dare you to go to the bathroom and send each guy at the table a naughty picture!”

“I can’t do that!” Vanessa answered in shock, sitting up and closing her thighs together. Brad and Scott both pulled their hands back and began wiping all her pussy juices off of their hands with her skirt.

“You have too, that’s the rules,” Victoria commanded.

“But…” Vanessa looked over at me, still sitting pathetically at the end of the table a full head shorter than everyone else.

“Oh, don’t worry about babydick. He WANTS you to do it, because he’s a little pervert and he wants to get a naughty pic too. Isn’t that right, babydick?” Claire said as she found one of my balls with the end of her high heel and began rubbing the pointy heal over it painfully.

“Oww! Yes, yes,” I answered, gasping from the painful torture.

“Wow, he seems very excited,” Victoria added in agreement.

“Okay,” Vanessa said, shooting me a warm, pleasant smile. “If you insist, honey! This is so naughty! Scott, can you move so I can get out of the booth?”

“Nah, I don’t really feel like moving. Guess you’ll just have to slide over me,” Scott said with a cheeky grin, sitting back against the booth.

“You’re such a dick,” Vanessa said as she swatted his arm. She then lifted up her leg and began sliding over Scott’s lap. There wasn’t much room between Scott’s legs and the table, so Vanessa had to grind her ass over Scott’s lap as she slid past. As soon as she was square in his lap, he reached his hands up to grab her hips.

“Speaking of dick,” Scott said with a huge grin as my girlfriend was stuck in his lap. Vanessa’s mouth dropped open in a shocked ‘o’ shape as she felt the thick, erect cock digging against her ass. “Scott!” She shouted, but the boy just held her hips and began wiggling her body against his, rubbing his dick between the thin skirt that was now getting buried between her juicy Latina buns. Just then, as the other girls watched and laughed, the waitress walked up to our table.

“Are you ready to order?”

Vanessa froze, still sitting in Scott’s lap as the waitress stood there taking our order, shooting her funny looks. She knew she’d have to wait until the waitress left before she could exit the booth.

Victoria pulled out her menu and began ordering. “Yes, let’s see, I’ll have the… Grilled chicken and asparagus. Actually, what sides do you have with that?” The blonde cheerleader was purposely taking a long time to order, prolonging Vanessa’s time stuck in Scott’s lap. The boy took full advantage of it: he dipped his fingers between her thighs, hiking her skirt high up her waist and then rubbing his fingers over her pussy. Vanessa gasped, her mouth opened wide as she tried to control the strong sexual impulses. Scott began digging his fingers between his legs, the outline of his erect cock rubbing between Vanessa’s ass. “Oh god,” she moaned softly as she tried not to cum in front of the waitress right in the middle of the public restaurant. The three cheerleaders continued ordering nice and slowly, allowing Scott plenty of time to work over the poor trapped girl.

I was trying not to stare but I couldn’t help watching Vanessa’s strange behavior as her body was rocking and her mouth was open, her eyes staring off in space as she concentrated on the thick cock sliding between her bare ass cheeks. What was Scott doing to her, I wondered.

“And for you, miss? Miss?” The waitress asked, waiting for Vanessa. “Oh shit,” Vanessa answered as reality set in and she noticed everyone at the table was looking at her. It didn’t stop Scott from grinding his fingers into her pussy roughly. “I think she wants the sausage,” Chelsea offered from across the table.

“Oh yes, she definitely wants a sausage. You want a nice fat sausage. Don’t you, Vanessa?” Victoria asked with a wink.

“Y-y-yes,” Vanessa answered, nearly gasping. The waitress didn’t seem to notice anything
 unusual as she began writing down the order, repeating it back, "one country sausage." Vanessa couldn’t hold off any longer. Vanessa’s thighs were clasped together around Scott’s fingers, the boy’s hand sliding up and down digging into her cunt until her orgasm overtook her right then and there.

I watched curiously, completely at a loss as to what was going on right in front of me as Vanessa orgasmed in Scott’s lap, her pussy juices flowing onto his pants.

“What a dirty mess,” Scott said as he grabbed a napkin off the table and brought it between Vanessa’s legs. The whole table began laughing loudly (except me, who was still trying to figure out what joke I’d missed) as Vanessa blushed and slid off Scott’s lap and exited the booth. She was shy and blushing with embarrassment, feeling shameful as she walked towards the bathroom. Her legs felt heavy and weak and she wobbled in her heels, causing her to half fall and catch herself on the table, which caused even more laughter from the cheerleaders.

“Can’t believe you’re girlfriend has done gangbang’s,” Claire said as she lifted up her foot and placed it back into my lap, causing me to cringe once again. I didn’t know how to answer. I knew Vanessa had been a bit promiscuous in her past – and I was willing to overlook it – but it made me look at her in a different light knowing that she’d actually let guys gangbang her. I just had to remind myself that she was a better person now and I shouldn't judge her. Little did I know, of course, that it had happened while we were dating!

Vanessa entered the bathroom and quickly ducked into a stall, feeling safe and secure - but then she remembered she wasn't out of the woods yet. "Three naughty pictures," she thought to herself as she sat on the toilet lid and pulled out her phone. "Milksop wants me to do this," she reminded herself as she pulled down her top and let both her large tits hang out, holding up the phone to take a selfie.

Back at the table, Scott's phone chirped. "Check out these honkers," he announced proudly as he held up the phone for Brad to have a look. Just hearing that made my dicklette strain to attention. I perked up in my seat to try and get a look at the picture as Scott passed the phone around to show Brad and the cheerleaders. Of course, as soon as they noticed me sitting higher to get a glimpse they were extra careful not to let me see.

Brad's phone chirped, and he read the message aloud. "Look how wet you guys made my pussy." He opened up the image and passed it around for everyone to see but me. "Damn, she's leaking like a firehouse!"

"What a filthy slut," Chelsea added.

Finally, it was my turn. I watched my phone anxiously as the second ticked by... The phone lit up with a message. "And I saved the best pic for last, for my sweet boyfriend..." My dicklette was straining painfully as I tapped to open the picture as quick as I could. It opened to reveal... A picture of her feet, wearing her high-heels, with the caption "Love you, babe."

My face couldn't hide my disappointment as I looked back at Brad and Scott both enjoying naughty pics of my girlfriend while I was stuck with a picture of her feet.

"Why so sad looking," Claire asked as she reached over and yanked my phone out of my hands. The cheerleader's eyes lit up as she saw what Vanessa sent me. "Oh my God, guys, LOOK what 'naughty' pic she sent Milksop!" She flashed my phone around the table.

Scott asked, "Why did she send him a picture of her feet?"

"Because Milksop has a foot fetish!"

The table burst out laughing when they heard this. I tried to speak up and say that it wasn't true, but they just ignored my voice and laughed and joked over me.

"Wow, just when I thought you couldn't get any more pathetic, Milksop!" Brad said with disgust. "Do my feet turn you on too?" The boys burst out laughing as I sat down in my chair, my face turning red with shame.

"What's so funny?" Vanessa asked as she returned to the table. Claire was quick to answer, "Milksop was just showing off the picture you sent him, bragging about it to the guys!"

"Aww, I knew you'd love it," Vanessa said as she rubbed my back sweetly. I didn't know whether to be proud or ashamed. It didn't last long though, soon Vanessa was sliding back over Scott's lap to get back in her position on the booth between Brad and Scott.

"Ugh... You're such a dick," she whispered to Scott as she felt him groping her up once again as she slid over his lap. One hand squeezing her left tit, the other hand groping her ass. It was like the toll she had to pay to get in and out of her seat: being gropped by the horny boy right in front of me.

"Well, you can't send me a sexy pic and not expect me to have a touch," he whispered back as she slid into the seat beside him. I couldn't help but notice the way he grabbed her tit right in front of me, but there wasn't much I could do. Vanessa quickly brushed her hair back, adjusted her top and pretending that Scott hadn't just grabbed a handful of her tit in front of everyone at the table. She glanced over towards me and shot me a little wink as if that somehow made up for the fact that Scott got to enjoy squeezing her soft, full, voluptuous tits right in front of my face.

Victoria was leaning forward, commanding all attention at the table with her bossy demeanor. "Hmm, our food's not here yet. Let's play a game with Milksop now!"

"Oh yes..." Claire picked up her foot and shoved it into my crotch, painfully. "Let's!" I sat forward and groaned from the pain but knew I just had to bare it. I was nothing more than a toy for the cruel redhead.

Victoria turned towards me. "Babydick: Fuck, Marry Kill... Hmm... Me, Victoria... Or the waitress?"

Claire's heel found its way to my nutsack and she began digging into it and I knew if I didn't answer well it'd only get worse. "I-I'd marry Claire!" I answered so quickly that it came out as a yell. Claire smiled and lifted her foot off my balls as a reward.

"Wow, that was an excited answer," Victoria remarked with a grin. I noticed that it caught Vanessa's attention who was now staring at me with a bit of anger in her eyes. I realized how bad it must have sounded and I sheepishly answered that I'd kill the waitress and 'make-love' to Victoria.

The whole table laughed when I answered, and Victoria almost spat her drink out. "As if I'd ever let little loser babydick 'make-love' to me! Haha, oh my god that is so funny!"

Vanessa was staring at me with an upset look as Claire asked me a second question. "Fuck, marry, kill: Vanessa, the waitress, or... Your mom!"

The question made me cringe. Of course, I answered first by saying I'd marry Vanessa, but she still seemed a little upset. I knew I couldn't say I'd bang my own mom, so I said I'd kill my mom and fuck the waitress.

Victoria latched onto it like a leach. "Ohh, you'd bang the waitress too, huh? Interesting." Vanessa did NOT seem pleased with my answer, but I had no idea what to do. The girls were putting me in such a difficult position.

Thankfully, the waitress walked up to our table with the food, putting an end to my torment.

As we began eating, the rest of the table kept talking and joking together and completely ignoring me. I felt so left out. In fact, the one or two times I tried to join the conversation, Brad said, "Quiet milksop, the adults are talking," which caused them all to laugh as I sat there dumbfounded. It was so unfair - Brad was YOUNGER than me! It didn't help that I was sitting in the short chair, which meant I had to look up at everyone.

After dinner, Vanessa found an opportunity to pull me aside in a quiet part of the restaurant. She didn't seem happy.

"I didn't like what you said about our waitress," she said sternly once we were alone.

I was completely taken back. "What do you mean?"

"You said you'd fuck her over me when we were playing that game." She had a look I'd never seen on her face before - something like jealousy, but also anger. This was the famous 'Latina Temper' that I'd heard about.

I was in shock! "But... We were playing that game... I had to choose someone else since I said I'd marry you," I answered defensively.


She was giving me a stern look. "So? You could have said you would marry me AND fuck me, instead of choosing that waitress over me!"

"That... That's not fair, I only said it once!" I was getting red in the face and also on the verge of tears. It was so unfair. She said she'd fuck Brad over and over, and yet when I said I'd fuck the waitress it was a problem?

She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "So? I'm your girlfriend. You should always pick me over anyone else, but you still turned around and said you'd fuck the waitress."

 "You said you'd fuck Brad like a hundred times!" I answered loudly.

"Wow," she said, throwing her arms down in disbelief. "So now you're turning this around on ME?"

I was taken completely off-guard and had no idea how to respond. I'd never been in a relationship, much less a fight, and I had no idea how to respond.

"Uhh... No, I just meant..." It seemed so unfair. She was the one who spent all evening flirting with the other guys and saying naughty, sexy things about them, and somehow now I was the one in trouble?

"Unbelievable," she answered with anger. "I get upset, and instead of calming me down you try to turn it around and tell me it's all my fault!"

I felt terrible. "No... I'm so sorry," I muttered desperately, worried she was about to storm off. "I'm so so sorry I said that about the waitress," I muttered a second time. I hated seeing her so angry and upset.

"And Claire, too," Vanessa continued, steamrolling over me. "You said you'd marry her so quickly it was obvious you want her."

I couldn't explain that Claire had her foot in my lap, grinding her heel into my crotch to make me say it. I didn't know how to respond. I realized how badly I fucked
 up. "I-I'm so s-sorry, Vanessa," I answered with tears forming behind my eyes.

"I even sent you that sexy pic of my feet."

"You're right, I was very out-of-line by saying that. I'm so sorry! You're right," I was practically pleading at this point. I was so worried she was going to storm off and break-up with me.

"You should NEVER say something like that about another girl. I'm the only one you should have those thoughts for." She had her arms crossed and her body leaned back. I sunk down my head. "You're right. I'm a terrible boyfriend."

She seemed to be calming down a little bit. "Brad and I have a very close friendship. You know him and I joke with each other. Same with all the other guys on the football team. But, that doesn't give you a right to ever say something so disrespectful."

"Y-you're right, I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again." I was on the verge of tears. I started to realize that I'd been taking her for granted and came so close to losing her.

  CHAPTER 34

Chapter 34: Preparing the slut

"Helping Vanessa with her make-up" meant throwing a washcloth at her face and saying "wipe yourself off, whore." It also included reminding her that she wasn't done with her task yet, and unless she wanted to owe the football players $50 dollars out of her own pocket, she better stick the egg-vibrator back up her pussy.

"One more thing," Chelsea said from the back of the room with a huge, naughty grin on her face. Vanessa turned to see the naughty cheerleader lifting up the big, black dildo in her hands. "You forgot to thank your new toy for giving you an orgasm!"

Vanessa looked towards Claire, then towards Victoria, hoping for some objection. Both girls simply crossed their arms, letting Chelsea play out her twisted game with Vanessa. Finding no reprieve from her tormentors, Vanessa turned back to face Chelsea who held the big black dildo and began wiggling it tauntingly at Vanessa's face. The dildo was glistening with Vanessa's pussy juice and it made her shrink down with humiliation. "Thank..." Her voice was barely louder than a whisper. "Thank you, toy, for giving me an orgasm."

The girls snickered and giggled as Chelsea continued wiggling the giant, oversized rocket-dildo in front of Vanessa's face. "Kiss it, to really show it how thankful you are," Chelsea added mockingly.

Vanessa looked at Victoria pleadingly, but the cruel Goddess merely raised her eyebrows expectingly as Claire continued snickering behind her back.

Vanessa burned with shame as she stared at the big, floppy, ridged dildo swinging in front of her face. She couldn't believe she'd taken the third ridge all the way into her body - but the juices glistening off the rubber proved it. She felt like such a dirty slut as she approached the big toy, all three girls watching with large grins.

"Thank... Thank you, toy, for giving me such a great orgasm." Vanessa's hair was standing up on the back of her neck from the humiliation. 'I've come this far,' she thought to herself as she leaned forward and put her lips on the tip of it. "Mmmwah!" Her lips pushed against the tip - the part that had been shoved so deep in her pussy just moments earlier - and she gave the toy a big kiss on the tip.

The giggles and snickered turned into full-out laughter as the girls stepped around Vanessa and began walking out of the room, but before they left, Victoria had one last adjustment to make to Vanessa's outfit. "Did you fold the waistband of your skirt? It doesn't look like it's short enough," she asked.

"What? Yes, it's still folded," Vanessa answered, pulling up her shirt to show the folded top.

"Hmm. I think the problem is that you're not wearing the skirt high enough. Here," Victoria reached down and grabbed the sides of Vanessa's skirt and scooted it farther up her hips. "There, that's much better. Don't worry, we taped the receiver very high up your thigh, so it shouldn't show..." The girls giggled when Victoria said this.

"Hmm, your blouse is a little tight, too," Victoria said as she reached up and adjusted the top of Vanessa's blouse, pulling it down so that more of Vanessa's cleavage was showing. "You want guys to look at you, right?"

The question took Vanessa off-guard and she didn't know how to respond, so Victoria kept talking, the other girls snickering behind her. "The answer is 'yes,' Vanessa. You need to start thinking like a cheerleader."

"Oh... Yes?"

Victoria sighed as if she was frustrated by Vanessa's lack of understanding. "Let me explain it to you. You still want to be on the cheerleader team, right?"

"Yes!" Vanessa answered with a gasp.

"Cheerleaders go out on the field and support by the team by cheering. In order to do that, you need to capture everyone's attention, right?"

"Well... Yeah..." Vanessa was trying her hardest to act as if she understood.

"So, since you want to be a cheerleader, you need to start thinking like one. That means you want to start enjoying boys' attention, not avoiding it. You think our outfits look so good on accident?" Victoria asked, waving her hand over Chelsea and Claire - they both looked so fashionable and stylish, like always.

"N-no, of course not," Vanessa answered, "you all look amazing!"

"That's right. We're cheerleaders. We do it to get boys' attention! That's what we're trying to help you do."

"I... I think I understand," Vanessa answered unconfidently.

"You need to start thinking like a cheerleader. So, do you want boys to look at you? Say it."

"Yes!" Vanessa answered quickly, trying hard to prove she was a team player. "I like when boys look at me!"

"Good. You want to entice them to look at you more. When you notice a boy checking you out - ESPECIALLY a football player - you need to smile and push your body out and encourage them to look more. Being a cheerleader is more than just an afterschool activity, it's a way of life. You need to start thinking and acting like a cheerleader all the time."

"I... I understand," Vanessa answered, trying so hard to fit in with the super-cool popular girls.

"That's why you need to lower your blouse and show off that cleavage." Victoria adjusted Vanessa's top even lower, showing more cleavage and a glimpse of Vanessa's bra. "You want to show the guys that you're not some stuck-up prude but a fun, supportive teammate who loves when they check you out."

"Y-yes, I understand," Vanessa answered shyly as Victoria removed her hands, leaving Vanessa's top loose with a bit of her bra showing out. She was glad she had such experienced fashion experts helping her out, she would have never dressed like this on her own. She started telling herself that she WANTED guys to look at her, trying to get it into her head.

"But Milksop shouldn't ogle you," added Claire.

"He... Shouldn't?" Vanessa asked confusedly.

"Oh yes, Claire is right," Victoria jumped in with agreement. "Babydick is your boyfriend, so it's important he learns to respect you, not treats you like some eye-candy."

Vanessa felt conflicted. On the one hand, she was thankful for the advice and she like the idea of me respecting her as a woman, not treating her like a sex object like all her previous boyfriends did. But, on the other hand, she enjoyed dressing sexy for me and knowing how I was always horny for her body.

"It's fine if the football players ogle you - they're the main one you're a cheerleader for, after all! It's a compliment when they leer at your body. But the moment you let milksop start thinking he can ogle you and treat you like a sex object, you'll have a hard time teaching him to respect you again. It's important you nip it in the bud and let him know right away that he is not allowed to stare at your body or 'check you out' as the football players do."

Vanessa actually felt somewhat relieved. This whole time she'd been encouraging me to check her, and now she was learning that could have been detrimental to our relationship. She was so glad she had her friends here to guide her. They'd been right about everything so far - her relationship with me was the BEST she'd ever had - I treated her with more respect than any boyfriend in her past. She thanked the cheerleaders and agreed to follow their advice.

"That's great, you're smarter than I thought," Victoria added cruelly. "Of course... Babydick is going to pout and try and guilt you into letting him look at your body, which means it's even more important you get strict with him. Of course, you can still dress sexy and encourage other boys to look while you're with Milksop, but it's important he learns to control his urges and continue treating him with respect. If he really doesn't like it, then tell him that he can join the football team!"

Chelsea and Claire laughed at the thought. "Ha! Babydick, trying out for the football team! That would be so hilarious!"

"Best of all," Victoria added, "This is going to make Milksop want you even more! Guys always want what they can't have!" The thought made Vanessa smile. She knew I was already desperate for her body, and making me want her even more made her even happier. It was such a refreshing change from her past relationships, where she was used basically only for sex.

After they'd finished prepping the girl - and testing out the remote vibrator once or twice - the girls all dispersed for their next class of the day. Vanessa felt invigorated after having that amazing orgasm. She kept repeating to herself as she walked down the hall: "I want boys to give me attention, I want boys to give me attention." She could already feel a few boys' eyeing her shortened skirt. She felt shy but was trying to turn that shyness into confidence, and so she gave an extra sway to her hips for them as she walked down the hall.

For the rest of the day, the cheerleaders would turn on the vibrator anytime Vanessa was with Brad or one of the other football players. They were conditioning her like Pavlov's dog: Her body automatically started becoming aroused anytime Brad came around (and the opposite whenever I was). They didn't turn it up to full as they had earlier, but it was enough to keep her horny and thinking about dick until the end of the day. Once I even caught her idly sucking on a fat marker in she stared at Brad.

Victoria was doing a fantastic job turning my sweet girlfriend in the football team slut.

   CHAPTER  33   (1/2)

Chapter 33: Toying with Vanessa: Tom and Scott's turn

I barely touched my school lunch that morning. I had a stomach ache - possibly caused by wondering where Vanessa was or possibly from the unpleasant buttplug causing me pain as I sat on the uncomfortable school cafeteria benches. Regardless, I kept my head down, trying to stay out of view of the loud table of football players (and Brad) nearby.

"Hey, babydick, Victoria sent me to get you," the childish voice said behind me. I turned around to see Chelsea standing there, looking impatient. She stared at me for a moment, then snapped her fingers. "Let's go!!"

"Oh, sorry," I answered nervously as I dumped my tray of unfinished food and hurried down the hall behind Chelsea.

"How's that buttplug feel while you walk?" She asked with a cheeky smile as we walked.

"It.. hurts..."

"Good," she said with a grin. "Can't wait for you to wear an even bigger one tomorrow! I hope Claire makes it two times as big."

My ass clenched just thinking about it. Whenever Victoria was mean to Chelsea (which happened a lot), Chelsea took it out me.

Vanessa, meanwhile, had her hands full in the prop room. Both Scott and Tom had shown up only moments after Victoria sent them the text: "The school slut is on her knees, drooling to have cock stuffed in her mouth. You boys want to come oblige her? Prop room, right now. Nbody else."

Both boys hurried backstage and knocked on the door, to have Claire answer it. "Come on in, boys. The slut is all ready to play." She held the door open wide, giving them both a full look into the dim prop room.

Behind Claire, down on her knees, the boys saw Vanessa with her skirt still clothespinned to the top of her blouse, and the large black dildo sliding out of her pussy as she lifted herself off it - leaving it glistening with her juices. A few feet in front of her was Victoria, sitting with her legs crossed and a video camera in her hands. Even with her gaped open pussy, she still looked amazing in her tall heels with her amazing figure and large tan breasts.

"Damn, looks like Vanessa has been getting warmed up," Scott joked, smacking his buddy on the shoulder.

Vanessa panicked as she noticed the boys and quickly pulling her skirt down to cover herself. By doing so, the clothespin pulled on her blouse, yanking her top down and causing both her large jugs to pop freely out of the loose blouse.

They all laughed at the poor girl as Tom joked, "Wow, you couldn't wait to get your tits out for us again!"

Vanessa blushed as she sat on her knees, her hands tucked between her legs, her large tits fully exposed for the whole room to see. There were a thousand thoughts and feelings running through the poor girls head - her pussy was simultaneously aching and horny, her emotions were a mix of embarrassed and financial worry, humiliated but also desperate. She was the perfect state to be fully taken advantage of.

In a flash, both guys were standing on each side of the poor girl. "If you took your tits out so fast, you must be wanting us to touch them," Scott said as both boys reached down and began groping her naked tits with their hands. It was yet another pair of guys added to a long list of guys who got to feel my girlfriend's tits before I do.

Vanessa's body was in such a heightened sexual state, the unexpected groping sent a warm fluster through her entire body and the only response she could make was a loud, moanful "Ohhhh!" Both the boy's dicks twitched in their pants. They had both been eyeing Vanessa up for weeks - dressed like pure eye-candy every day, acting like a slut and showing them her tits (plus the stories Brad had told them about her deepthroating skills) - now it was finally time for them to have a turn with her mouth.

Victoria stood up and moved the video camera closer towards Vanessa's upper body, capturing every second of the boys groping her large naked tits as she moaned like she was in heat. "See, boys? You can tell she wants to suck dick. Isn't that right, little slut?"

Vanessa blushed a second time, but the feeling of the guys squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples was enough to push her over the edge. "Yes," she answered hungrily, her eyes fixed on the meat in the boy's pants.

"Well, let's not disappoint her then," Tom said as they both whipped their cocks out of their pants. Vanessa's eyes widened with surprise. The rumors were true - every guy on the football team was hung like a horse! Vanessa had never given a 'double-blowjob' before, and having both the large dicks hanging so close to her face made her hormones go crazy. She eyed the large, dangling shafts with a hungry look.

"Ahem... What are you supposed to say, Vanessa?" Victoria asked with eyebrows raised.

"Oh... Right!" Vanessa caught herself staring and quickly began reciting her lines: "Wow, you guys have such huge, beautiful cocks!" She looked from one to the other, turning her eyes from left to right. "Mmm they're both so biiiiig and gorgeous, I love your big dicks! Mmmm!" She purred hungrily as she licked her lips.

"What do you want to do to them?" Victoria asked, prompting her further and keeping the camera nice and zoomed in to the show.

Vanessa purred out her answers in a trance, going off script like a natural. She was finding it surprisingly easy to act out the role of 'supportive team cheerleader.'

"I want to suck them so bad! They look so delicious and tasty!" She said eagerly.

Vanessa's dirty talking was causing both the guy's cocks to grow, beginning to get stiff. Vanessa hadn't even touched them yet and already they were erect enough to choke her.

"Oh yea? You better ask their permission," Victoria prompted.

"Tom, Scott... Your dicks are so big and perfect! May I pleaaaase taste them? I'm so horny for your cocks!"

"Damn, this is great," Tom said as he scooted even closer to the kneeling girl, his dick now centimeters from her lips.

"Maybe you should offer to pay them to let you give them a blowjob?" Victoria asked, guiding the conversation further. The camera was recording it all. Victoria would easily be able to edit her own voice out later and make it appear like Vanessa was talking all on her own. Or maybe it'd be hotter to leave her own voice in the video. She'd watch the video and decide later.

"May I please suck on your huge, manly cocks? I'll pay you!" She answered obediently, her own hands now rubbing on her tits as she looked up at the large football players.

"Ohh, how much?" Scott asked, grabbing his dick and waging it in front of Vanessa's face - her eyes fixated on it like she was hypnotized.

"Fifty dollars," Vanessa answered without concern.

"Each," Victoria reminded her.

"Each?" Tom asked, holding his dick in his hand and rubbing the tip against Vanessa's cheek.

"Yes... Fifty dollars each," she eagerly agreed, her fingers squeezing her luscious tits as she spoke.

'This is going to be such a good video,' Claire whispered just loud enough for Victoria to hear.

"Okay, but I get to go first," Scott answered, putting his hand onto Vanessa's head and shoving his cock greedily into her lips.

One moment the cocks were wiggling inches in front of Vanessa's lips and the next thing she knew her mouth was stuffed with Scott's dick as he grabbed the back of her head and shoved it into her throat. 'This isn't cheating, I have to please the football players,' she thought to herself as she looked up at Scott's eyes as his cocktip pushed into her tonsils. She opened her throat to allow the boy deeper access, but it made no difference - Scott had been waiting so long to fuck my girlfriend's mouth, he was going to be sure she deepthroated it all the way.

He put his hands on the back of her head and began pumping his hips back and forward, shoving his long hard prick into Vanessa's throat. At first, she tried to suck and kept her lips closed tight around the shaft of the bullies dick. But after he forced it into her throat, she began gagging and it was all she could do to keep her mouth open wide enough. It was so unfair - all the weeks Scott had spent bullying Vanessa - making her take her tits out, popping her behind with his towel, tossing his dirty jock strap at her and making her do his laundry - and now he was a blowjob from her!

"Yea, that's it, you dirty slut," Scott moaned as he shoved his dick into Vanessa's throat, making her gag. He loved watching her choke on his cockhead. "She isn't a cheerleader, she is just the 'house-keeping' clean-up girl - this is what she deserved", he thought to himself as he slid his cock out and then pushed it back into her throat, making her choke even more.

"Gagh, gagh, gagh," Vanessa gagged as the spear rammed into the back of her throat. After getting her nice and messy, he pulled his dick out. Before she could even catch her breath, Tom slid his cock in to take Scott's place. "My turn," he said as he shoved his equally large dick into Vanessa's saliva-filled, drooling mouth.

"Boys boys boys, there's plenty of time for you both!" Vanessa said with a laugh as Tom began throat-fucking the Latina while Scott slid his cock over her cheek, waiting for his chance to slide his dick back into the slut's mouth.

"There's still 15 minutes left on the lunch-break and Vanessa won't be going to the cafeteria for food. She'll be getting something else for lunch today," Victoria said with a chuckle as the two boys continued to fight to get their dick into her mouth. They had begun to get a rhythm going - one would shove their dick into the bag of her throat, holding in and causing her to gag for a long moment - then they'd withdraw it from her lips and the other guy would shove it in - each of them getting a nice turn to enjoy the warm saliva filled hole of my girlfriend's face.

"That's it," Victoria encouraged as the two studs began getting into the groove of facefucking her. "Sharing is caring,"
 she joked as she continued filming the entire affair, standing between the two boys shoulders so the camera was getting the perfect angle of Vanessa's face, but also of her big Latina tits hanging out of her blouse.

Vanessa had completely given herself over to the degrading facial abuse. "It's my DUTY to please them," she thought to herself over and over in her mind as her fingers slid between her legs and began rubbing her clit. The sensation was huge in her feminine body as her finger touched clit. Entire waves of pleasure and sexual energy were pulsing through her as she touched her pussy and let the big, sturdy men use her mouth like a sex toy. She no longer cared that Scott had been a complete disrespectful jerk to her in the past, making her flash her tits while he took pictures and making her say she wasn't a lady.

"I don't care that they slap my ass and call me names," she thought to herself as Scott slowly slid his cock into her throat, a smile crossing his face as he watched her gag reflex kick in. "These rough football players DESERVE to be pleased," she told herself as she choked and gagged for air, Scott laughing as he watched. "I have Milksop to treat me with respect as a lady and take me out on lovely, romantic dates. But these football players are MEN and they need to have their big, studly cocks taken care of." She had completely given herself over to the two jerk football players as they laughed and abused her face.

"Let's see that pretty face now," Victoria said with a cruel grin. The boys complied, withdrawing their dicks out of her mouth and leaving her panting. Vanessa looked up at the camera, her mouth open and tongue out, thick strands of drool hanging between her tongue and the tips of the two, meaty cocks next to her cheeks. Victoria laughed at the sight of the face-fucked girl - her make-up was smeared and runny, her eyes were drenched with tears from gagging, and her teeth and tongue had mixtures of drool and precum dripping down onto her large tits.

"Hahah, look at that slutty face," Victoria chuckled as she continued filming. Vanessa couldn't help herself, and she reached up to begin stroking the big, hard dicks. "Victoria isn't being mean, this is part of my training," she thought to herself as she stroked their cocks. She would tell herself ANYTHING to keep going at that moment. "Do you want these studs to make you feel pretty?" She asked, trying to get more degrading footage for the video.

"Yes," Vanessa answered, stroking the cocks with her fingers and pointing them towards her tongue. "Please make me feel pretty," she moaned as she stroked them faster, hungry for their cum. Vanessa's pussy was on fire, and with both her hands busy with the men's cocks, she had no way to pleasure herself. No way, except one...

She scooted forward, finding the tip of the big black dildo still stuck to the ground between her legs - and she slid the dildo back into her cunt. It went in so much easier than before - her pussy was still stretched and soaking wet, and the thick top of the dildo slid in like it was made for it. She quickly lowered her hips onto the fat dildo, taking the first ridge with ease. The feeling of the big, thick shaft filling her pussy felt like bliss and she moaned with pleasure. "Make me feel like a pretty slut," Vanessa moaned as she lowered her body onto the fat toy and began riding up and down on it. Her tongue lashed out and wrapped around the tip of Scott's cock, then Tom's. The boys began scooting closer together, the tips of their cocks just an inch apart as Vanessa rotated from one cockhead to the other, sucking and licking with ferocity.

"What a good dirty cheergirl she's turning into," Victoria remarked as she continued filming the degrading activity. "You're finally starting to learn your place as supporting the football players!"

"Mmhmm," Vanessa moaned in response as she continued drooling over the two dicks, using her tongue to pull the cockheads into her lips one at a time.

  CHAPTER 31

Chapter 31: Toying with Vanessa: Josh's turn

Before Vanessa could cover herself or react, Josh was standing in front of the podium, pushing his crotch towards her face. It seemed pointless to tuck her tits back into her blouse now. Josh pushed his crotch a bit closer towards the girls face, and she realized that his fly was already unzipped. She knew what she was expected to do. She glanced to her side to see Chelsea still watching, a big, shit-eating grin on her face, the remote in her hand.

"When is this stupid all-call going to end," I thought to myself as Josh walked up to the podium. I hated the football players and watching them get so much praise and glory was annoying me.

The principal walked out in front of the stage, holding his own microphone. "Now, Josh will read the dates and locations of the upcoming games, and which schools that our unstoppable football players will be facing first!" Football was perhaps the most important thing in our entire school, and the principal spared no effort in getting everyone riled up and excited for the upcoming games. I sunk my head into my hands and wondered where Vanessa was.

Of course, Vanessa was right in front of me, blocked out of sight behind the podium. Chelsea began making a sucking motion towards Vanessa. The young latina knew what she had to do. It was expected. It was her duty. She wanted to make it onto the cheerleading squad, and she had to show her commitment. "It's not cheating," she whispered to herself as she reached towards the boy's unzipped fly. "It's just a blowjob, it's not cheating. Milksop said it's okay." She began working the boy's cock out of his fly, much to Josh's delight. A smile crossed his face as he felt the young girls hands working to loosen his underwear. "Claire was right. She's a cum-hungry bitch," he thought to himself as he leaned towards the microphone.

"Ahem... First game of the season!" He said proudly into the microphone as  Vanessa's fingers worked his cock out of his fly. There's nothing better than having a hot young girl suck on your cock to boost your confidence! Josh didn't care who's "girlfriend" she claimed to be.

Vanessa's nimble fingers worked the boy's trousers until his dick slipped out. Her eyes widened. It was just like all the other guys on the football team: big, thick and girthy - and growing harder and bigger in her fingers. "There must be something about football that appeals to big-dicked guys," she thought to herself as she eyed up and down the well-endowed boy with amazement. "Mmm, no wonder we have the best football team in the region," she whispered to herself before parting her lips and taking the head of the cock into her mouth.

A pleasured smile crossed Josh's face as he felt the Latina's warm, soft lips sucking on the tip of his penis. "What I mean is," he said into the microphone with confidence, "The first opposing team that the Wildcats are going to CRUSH!" The school let out a loud cheer, eating up the boy's cocky attitude. I'll say this for my school, they definitely had a lot of team pride and spirit when it came to football.

Vanessa could feel the confidence radiating through the boy's body, and she shoved her face further down the boy's fully-erect cock. The tip pushed into the back of the throat, but Vanessa was relentless - Brad had warmed her throat up, and now she was quick to take Josh's cock all the way down, letting it slip past her tonsils and into her throat. She considered pushing his cock between her big breasts and giving the boy a titfuck, but she decided against it. "Milksop would be so jealous if yet another guy got to play with my tits before him. That's a special treat I'll save for Brad, and eventually, Milksop too."

"Oh Fuck," Josh whispered to himself as Vanessa took his entire cock into her mouth. Thankfully, he was leaned far enough back that the microphone didn't pick up the explicative. "This chick deepthroats even better than the rumors," he thought quietly to himself. He grabbed the podium, pushing his hips forward and shoving his cock into Vanessa's mouth. Just as she did with Brad, her head was now braced against the wood podium, mouth and throat open as Josh controlled the movement of his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth.

Josh wasn't the only one getting pleasured - Chelsea had switched the vibrator to medium, and Vanessa felt the throbbing vibration pulsing between her legs, causing her pussy to make an even bigger mess of her panties. She knew it was wrong giving Josh a blowjob behind my back, but she didn't care - her entire body ached to please the cocky young stud, and she pulled on his hips to encourage him to face-fuck her even harder. "Milksop should be PROUD that I'm supporting the team," she thought to herself as she felt the boy's dick reach even further into the back of her throat, drool running off her chin and dripping onto her tits.

"One sec, I dropped my notes," Josh said into the microphone before leaning down below the podium. Vanessa looked inquisitively at the boy as his cock slipped out of her lips. Her eyes looked up submissively, her mouth begging to be used.

Josh reached down - pretending to pick up some 'notes,' and he open-palm fondled Vanessa's big, juicy tits. He lifted them up in his fingers, giving each jug a nice, thorough squeeze. He then grabbed her puffy nipples, pinched them with his fingers and gave them a nice, painful shake. "I guess my tits aren't a 'special treat' reserved only for Milksop," she thought to herself as Josh stood up and pressed his dick between her soft, warm pair of tits.

She did feel somewhat guilty that she was letting yet another boy rub his dick over her tits before I'd so much as seen her naked, but she fought the guilt as hard as she could. "It's not cheating," she rationalized as she squeezed her tits firmly around the boy's dick. "It's just a tit-job, not sex. If Milksop gets jealous then he can just get over it," her thoughts turning her from jealousy to anger. She felt Josh push his cock into her bosom, and she purred. "That's right, you deserve this," she whispered towards her current stud. "Milksop should be PROUD that these amazing football players are playing with his girlfriends tits!"

Josh shuffled his notes on the desk and returned to the microphone. "That's much better," he said with a cocky smile before he continued reading off the upcoming matches scheduled for the football team, taking his time to milk-out the loudest cheers from the school.

Chelsea was rolling with laughter, slapping her hand on the side of the stage as she watched. "What a stupid cow!" She said as Vanessa squeeze her tits together around the boy's cock, rocking her chest up and down. Chelsea pulled out her phone and began to record. Unlike Claire and Victoria, Chelsea wasn't made of money. "Don't worry, I'll mark it 'NSFW' before I show the video to Josh," Chelsea said with a giggle as she zoomed in the drooling Latina as she tried desperately to move her chest up-and-down over the boy's cock - she was struggling quite pathetically with the lower half of her body trapped in the stage. Chelsea knew that she'd make a few easy bucks selling the video to Josh, and maybe a few of the other non-football player students. A high-school student given a blowjob in the middle of a school all-call was not a common occurrence!

With all her jealousy gone, Vanessa slid her lips around the boy's cock and lowered her face down the shaft. The tip of the cock pushed into her throat once again, and she forced it down deeper. Josh grabbed the edges of the podium and pushed his hips forward, forcing the entire length of his cock into my girlfriend's throat until his balls were at her chin.

"Almost finished now," he said into the microphone. Vanessa knew what he meant. She positioned the back of her head against the podium - her mouth opened wide, her tongue sticking out, and a large strain of drool hung between her chin and her tits. "The last scheduled match," he spoke slowly, building up anticipation as his large cock slid effertly into the open orifice of my girlfriend. "Is..." The entire crowd was quiet, breathless to hear the name of the team they all suspected. Vanessa's lips were closed tightly around the boy's dick, sucking wantingly, her mouth rubbing into the boy's dick, trying her hardest to coax out his orgasm.

"The... BLACK HORNETS!" The entire team went crazy as he said the name. The Black Hornets were the team's biggest rival - the only team to tie with the Wildcats last season, and the shit-talking and rivalry had only increased since then - the match was going to be an explosive one. Something else was exploding, too...

Josh began spewing his load into Vanessa's mouth, and the girl began sucking and swallowing. "Damnnn this feels amazing," he thought to himself as Vanessa's tongue mashed into his cock, milking out more cum, her throat gulping down semen by the load. Josh paused there for a few moments as Vanessa's lips, tongue, and throat milked every second of his orgasm, draining every drop of semen. It was heaven - the best 15 seconds of his entire life.

He looked across the crowd and saw me fiddling with my phone, texting Vanessa and asking where she was. "Haha, poor fag probably has no idea how good it feels to have his girlfriend suck his dick," he thought with a chuckle as Vanessa gently and lovingly tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly.

She felt a sting of disappointment as she watched Josh walking off stage - the vibrator between her legs switching off. She tried not to think it, but her feelings betrayed her - she longed to be used by Josh and Brad once again.

The curtains closed and the school was dismissed - some grades were sent to lunch, others sent back to their next class. I followed Brad towards the cafeteria for lunch - looking high-and-low for Vanessa,
 but not seeing her anywhere. I was careful to keep my distance between Brad and his friends - I didn't need to give them the opportunity to bully me. I'd wait until they were fully seated and eating before I found a nice, quiet place to eat, on a table out of sight from my cruel bullies.

"I can't go any longer, I need some release," Vanessa pleaded as the three cheerleaders stood around her, helping her out of the trapdoor. Vanessa pulled her blouse back over her tits, but she'd done a poor job covering

"Aww, is the poor wittle girly feewing horny?" Victoria asked in a mocking tone as Chelse and Claire lifted her onto the stage.

"Y-yes," Vanessa answered shamefully, her panties still soaked from the 20 minutes in the stage.

"But the day's only half-way over," Victoria reminded her coldly. "Plus you still have to clean the boy's lockers again."

"Please..." Vanessa pleaded desperately as she stood up on the stage, getting her balance on her high-heels. "I don't think I can stand it any longer!"

"Hmm. You need some release, huh?"

"Yes!" Vanessa answered so loudly that she worried some of the other students might have heard her.

"So... You want to masturbate?"

Vanessa looked down at her feet with shyness. She felt so humiliated answering, but her body was desperate. Her pussy was aching and burning with desire. "Yes," she answered quietly, "I need some release." She was desperate.

"Oh how shameful," Victoria answered cruelly. "Masturbating at school, that's not very lady-like. I don't know if it's good for the cheerleader's reputation to be fingering themselves and masturbating behind the stage like a whore. What do you think, Claire?"

"Mmm, definitely not lady-like," Claire agreed, burning her eyes into Vanessa. "But Vanessa's hardly a lady. What is the password the boys have you say before you clean the locker?"

Vanessa's eyes widened. "H-how do..."

"Come on," Claire interrupted, "of course we know about it. Boys love to talk. How does the password go again?"

Vanessa swallowed, continuing to look down at her high-heels. "Ladies have breasts, I have... Tits..."

The cheerleaders giggled. "See?" Claire asked, "She's obviously not a lady, so I don't see the harm if she uses her fingers to pleasure herself on the back-end of the stage during the middle of school."

"Okay," Victoria agreed, "Come back here and we'll let you finger yourself like a horny cunt."

"Th-thank you," Vanessa answered, walking with the girls shyly to the backstage area. At least it was private.

 CHAPTER 30  (1/2)

Chapter 30: Center stage

It wasn't until the next class when Vanessa felt the vibrator back on. Vanessa had been able to relax and clear her mind a bit - but the burning desire between her legs was never far away. Vanessa and I had different math classes, so I wasn't in the room when - Claire, this time - switched on the vibrator.

Funny enough, Vanessa was sitting in the same desk Bethany used to sit in when it happened. It was sudden and unexpected. Right as Vanessa was in the middle of a yawn, she felt it between her legs, and she let out a short but loud moan. She put her hand over her mouth, but it was too late - every boy and girl in the room looked over at her. Claire had impeccable timing. She smiled as she watched Vanessa fluster from the attention, and the cruel redhead turned the vibrator up another notch.

The teacher - Miss White - stopped lecturing to address the disruption. Miss White did not like Vanessa. Not only did she look down on the girl for dressing so provocatively - each day pushing the boundaries more and more - but the teacher had also seen Vanessa hanging out with Victoria, which made her like the young student even less. She knew that any friend of Victoria must be trouble.

"Okay, Vanessa. This lesson is obviously boring you, as you don't seem to be paying attention."

Vanessa froze, her knees clasped together. She felt every single student looking at her, and the vibration between her legs wasn't stopping. She began to panic.

The teacher continued speaking, a tone of anger was in her voice. "You obviously must have learned all this at your previous school. So, why don't you be the first to come up here and solve the equation?"

"N-no, Miss... (Fuck!) I didn't mean..." She clasped her fingers on the side of her desk and squeezed her thighs together, praying everyone would look away. They didn't. Claire switched the vibrator up a third notch.

"Come on, don't hold up the class. Get up here and solve the equation, like I just showed you." The teacher held out a stick of white chalk, scowling at the student with cleavage so deep that her bra was showing. "Don't make me ask twice."

Watching this unfold was better than any TV show for the cheerleaders. Vanessa shyly stood up and patted her skirt flat against her legs. She looked ridiculous trying to walk up to the blackboard - she kept her thighs pressed together the whole time, taking short, awkward steps in her high heels.

The vibrator was on medium now. "Let's see how high this thing goes," Claire whispered to Chelsea. She turned it up another notch higher, and Vanessa instantly felt the change. "Oh God," she whimpered as she stood in front of the blackboard, looking at the equation of numbers and letters. All the symbols melted to mush as she struggled to maintain her composure, praying that Claire would turn off the vibrator. Of course, she would get no such relief from the cruel redhead.

The entire classroom began chuckling as Vanessa paused in front of the blackboard, her sexy thighs rubbing together under the short skirt. She couldn't focus on the math problem - in fact, it was taking all the willpower she had to resist making sexual moans out loud. Claire was loving it. The cheerleaders wouldn't even care if the Vanessa fell to her knees and orgasmed in front of the entire class, exposing the entire situation - the cheerleaders knew they'd find a way to get out of it, and only Vanessa would be ruined. Claire had no reluctance turning the vibrator up even higher.

Miss White watched with disdain as Vanessa trembled in front of the blackboard. She rationalized that Vanessa must be somehow mocking her - playing some sort of game - and this just made the teacher even angrier. "Come on, we don't have all day. Start with the parentheses," the teacher instructed shorthandedly.

Vanessa looked at the board. She tried to find the parentheses but had to close her eyes. The vibrator between her legs was overpowering all her senses, and she felt like she was about to orgasm. A terrible, humiliating orgasm in front of an entire room of giggling classmates. She prayed for Claire to turn it off.

"Look, right here," the teacher tapped her ruler against the board frustratedly, bringing Vanessa back to the real world. "13 + 7. Surely you know how to solve simple addition," she said with a mocking tone in her voice. The students laughed even louder. Vanessa couldn't concentrate. Her entire mind went blank.

"Wow, she doesn't even know 13 + 7," one student whispered to the other. "How did she even pass her previous math classes?"

Victoria overheard the comment and decided to have some fun. She turned to the student and whispered, "I heard she gave a blowjob to her teacher so that he'd let her pass."

"Really?" The student asked, his eyes turning back onto the young girl at the front of the room. It made sense. There had been plenty of rumors about Vanessa floating around the school. Rumors about her and the football players, rumors about her sexual history at her last school... And now she couldn't even solve the simplest of math problems. It was starting to make sense.

"Yea," Victoria answered, admiring her perfectly painted fingernails. "Look at how she dresses. She's advertising all of her holes. Of course she'd put out for a teacher to get a passing grade."

Claire switched off the vibrator as Miss White told Vanessa to sit down. "We'll have to talk to the principal about your.. Sever gap in education," the teacher told the poor girl as she walked back to her desk. Her face was flushed red and she just wanted to sit down and get out of the center of the room. She felt a pulse between her legs thumping harder than her heartbeat. She'd almost came in front of everyone. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and scooted into her desk, flattening her skirt down once again. She knew that her panties would be soaked. She should not have chosen white panties that morning.

The gossiping student turned to his buddy. "Vanessa gave a blowjob to her teacher to pass her class," he whispered quietly.

Nothing spreads quicker than a rumor in a highschool. "Vanessa gave blowjobs to all her the teachers at her last school. That's the only reason she passed," another student repeated.

One after another, the students - guys and girls alike - repeated the rumor down the row. "Vanessa used to put out for her male teachers, in return for good grades."

Vanessa slunk in her desk, wishing she could go home and bury her head in the pillow after that embarrassing moment. The rumors continued circling around her as the students whispered to one another, the young students' eyes roaming up and down her body as they imagined the rumors to life in their heads.

"The only reason Vanessa passed at her last school was because she'd stay late after class every day, giving the teacher a blowjob."

"I heard Vanessa was a whore that let the older teachers fuck her for good grades."

"Hey, guess what! Vanessa used to whore herself out for her teachers at her last school! For a C she'd give them a blowjob, for a B she'd give them her pussy, and for an A... She'd let them fuck her up the ass!"

As the rumors flew around the class, all eyes were on Vanessa. The guys looked up and down her long, tan legs beneath the skimpy skirt and imagined them spreading open for one of the teachers. The imagined grabbing hold of those thighs and thrusting their dick into that short blue skirt, emptying their load into her hot little pussy.

Victoria, Claire, and Chelsea all continued to fan the flames of the rumor, breathing more and more life into it. "Latina girls are always horny. Look at her top, you can see her bra. She wants guys to look at her!"

The bell rang, and the class finally ended - but Vanessa wasn't off the hook.  The teacher gave her a note with instructions to report to the principal the next day for counseling. She worried that they were going to hold her back a grade. A knot welled up in her stomach as she walked out of the class. Worst still: her pussy was still begging for attention, now more than ever.

Vanessa was wondering down the hall towards gym - the students along the lockers were still checking her out, the rumors still being whispered down the hall - when the three cheerleaders appeared up beside her.

"Ready for gym?" Claire asked with a cheeky smile.

Vanessa didn't know how to react. She wanted to be angry but was also conflicted with sexual frustration. She couldn't decide if she wanted to scream or fuck. Or both.

"C'mon, we're not through with you yet," Chelsea added jokingly.

"That was so humiliating!"

"Oh please," Claire responded. "You're over-reacting. Nobody even noticed."

Vanessa walked quietly for a few more moments. In her head, it felt like she had just lived out a dream where she showed up to class and realized she's naked. But, now she realized it might not have been so obvious. Nobody knew she had a vibrator going off in her pussy, and it didn't make any sound.

"Yea, don't make such a big deal over it, nothing really even happened," added Victoria.

"But... The note..." Vanessa clenched the paper in her hand.

"So? It's just an evaluation. I'm sure you'll find a way to convince the principal not to hold you back a grade."

Vanessa felt reassured. She wasn't sure if Victoria was implying that she'd use her leverage to help Vanessa out, or... Something else... But she did know she felt relieved. And once that anger and worry left her mind, she was left with one thing: horniness. She felt an aching desire deep in her loins.

"So. You still want to earn that payment, right?" Victoria asked temptingly.

Vanessa eyed her Victoria's purse. Her pussy was burning with frustration. She answered Victoria by asking... "Could you turn the vibrator back on?"

The girls laughed, and Victoria nudged her in the arm. "That's my dirty cheergirl," she said
 playfully. Vanessa smiled. It felt good being Victoria's friend.