Unspoken Pleasure

Do you feel you receive special treatment from your teachers because you are a cheerleader? Sure. All I ever have to do for the male teachers is give them my puppy-dog look or showcase my legs a little extra and I usually get what I want… actually, make that ‘always’. The female teachers are a bit tougher, but very few want to mess with us cheerleaders as we have a reputation for being quite influential and powerful.

How do you select your squad? It is based on looks, fitness and social status. This may sound conceited, but if you are not attractive, sexy-looking and well-connected, you probably should not aspire to becoming a cheerleader. On occasion we take on a girl without great social standing if we think we can train her, but usually this is not worth the effort as they never really fit in with our social circle. I know this is elitist, but when you’re the best, elitism is an asset.

Some schools are cancelling cheerleading programs because of the rise of teenage pregnancies; is that a concern for your squad? God no. I am not saying we don’t have sex, but we are all on the pill. As captain I insist on it, and our past captains have too.

Last question, is there any lesbian activity among your squad? Um… yes. Between cheerleading camp, nights in hotels during competitions and post-game celebrations there is often a fair amount of lezbo action. Plus, as girls dating incompetent teenage boys, although my boyfriend is in college, sometimes the only way to really get off is from a woman’s touch.

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“Well Jenny, I think it’s time to go shopping,” I said as I got dressed. She followed me out the door and we headed to the mall. I could see Jenny getting nervous as we arrived at our first stop… a beauty salon. We went inside and I had them give Jenny the full treatment. She received a leg wax, a smooth pussy shave (a waxing wouldn’t have allowed her much intimate fun for a few days), a manicure, a pedicure, a tanning session, a facial and finally she got a new hairdo, followed by having her make-up done.

When Jenny looked in the mirror, now dressed again in her modified schoolgirl outfit, she looked like a confident college girl on the prowl. She smiled, but asked guiltily, “How can I ever repay you for all this?”

“Don’t worry, believe it or not you deserve it, and this won’t cost either of us any money,” I responded slyly.

“Really?” Jenny asked, confused, her pure innocence still so charmingly adorable.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Really,” I confirmed. “But I think it is time to pay for your makeover.” I grabbed her hand and led her to the private area behind the public salon. As we reached the head office, I walked in and greeted the owner, who was my best friend since college Krystal, giving her a hug and a tender kiss.

Krystal at almost six feet, towered over Jenny as she walked up to her and said, “So this is your new recruit. She’s very pretty.”

Jenny stuttered, “T-t-thanks.” Her hands trembled slightly as she fidgeted with her newly manicured hands.

Krystal put two fingers under Jenny’s chin and lifted her face up so they were looking eye to eye, although Jenny was gazing up and Krystal down. “Jenny,” she began, “Every girl who works here is a submissive slave of mine; does that surprise you?”

Jenny was attempting to process this information while Krystal returned behind her desk and continued, “For example, your manicure and pedicure were done by Carley and Jen. Those two were high school best friends I met at a club one night who both ended up pleasing me and another friend of mine in the ladies room. Your waxing was done by Kiako, who is a fourth-year med student originally from Japan and easily one of the prettiest girls in the entire world, although she doesn’t think so. She is also the most obedient little slave I have ever had. I picked her up in a movie theatre during an arts film I attended one day. Halfway through the film I changed seats to sit beside her (there were perhaps six people in the entire theatre) and without a word I placed my hand on her leg. When she didn’t react negatively to my initial advance, I simply whispered in her ear, ‘Open your legs, honey.’ She did so without hesitation and I fingered her to orgasm right there in the theatre. She came quickly and loudly, so loud the few other people in attendance were turning around to gawk at this cover-girl-appearing Japanese woman cumming on my fingers. I then sucked her juices off and whispered to her, ‘You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I want to see you again. If you want that too, here is my card; be at my salon tomorrow at 6:00 in the evening.’ I kissed her, handed her my card and left. Of course she showed up the next evening, and has now become a great little cunt pleaser.

The others have stories too, my sweet, and you will learn them over time if you wish. I happen to have a part-time job opening here as salon facilitator; you would answer the phone, book appointments, work the till, do final clean-up and so forth. Are you interested?”

Jenny’s face lit up like a flare as she replied, “That would be great!”

Krystal walked around to sit on the front of her desk, raised her skirt and said, “Excellent! Are you ready for your first session of on-the-job training?”

I laughed, Jenny blushed, but since I obviously approved, she walked up to Krystal and knelt in front of her before requesting timidly, “Ma’am, may I please be of service?” Receiving an affirmative nod from Krystal, Jenny leaned into Krystal’s completely shaved pussy and began pleasing her new employer as I looked on. Partway through, I knelt behind my little vixen, gently squeezed her ass and slowly slid a finger inside her cunt, providing her with some encouragement but not getting her off. Jenny eventually brought Krystal to an orgasm and I pulled my finger out of her wet pussy.

“Well, I definitely think you are hired,” Krystal beamed as she stood up. Can you be here for training next Friday evening?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jenny responded, her lips shiny with love juice before she licked them clean.

“Great,” said Krystal. “Be here at 5:00. We will train you till 9:00 and then you can attend our weekly Friday night social, which usually goes quite late,” she paused for emphasis, “if you get my drift.”

“Oh, I think I do,” replied Jenny, willing but still slightly nervous.