You wordlessly obey your keeper for the weekend, following the head cheerleader for Cannondale College over to her dresser drawers. You continue to watch as Wendy pulls out a simple white tee shirt and a small red pair of nylon shorts. You can't help but continue to admire the athletic curves of the cruel coed as she tugs the half-shirt over her pony-tailed head and into place, the thin material hugging her strong shoulders, back, and buoyant titties. 'Cannondale Cheerleading' is stretched taut in red stenciled letters across her chest.
You try not to be too obvious in your continued appraisal of the rival cheerleader's high-riding bubble ass as she writhes her hips in attempt to get the tight elastic band of her shorts over her wide hips to her tiny waist. The cherry red workout shorts now in place, you notice how the center seam of the shorts disappears into the cleft of her asscheeks. Looking down Wendy's sleek, and still shiny legs, you watch her push her feet into a pair of white leather Keds.
You jump back what seems like a foot when the tanned brunette turns suddenly to face you. You expect her to deride you about eyeing her healthy attributes, but she merely looks at you, still in the lingerie reflecting your team colors and says, "Oh, and we can't forget about you, tootsie!"
You get the jibe about your footfuck but look expectantly to Wendy, expecting a wardrobe change as well.
The sexy brunette merely picks the lead she used earlier from the night stand and attaches it to your omnipresent collar. Wordlessly, she pulls you along towards the door to her room.
You are reminded of your status as you are led out the sorority girl's bedroom on a leash. But seem to have no problem accepting it now.
The sunshine-filled sorority house is empty this late Saturday morning as you obediently take the lead before Wendy. Your stomach grumbles, but you know better than to say anything as Wendy has you follow the familiar path through the school commons.
While you are glad there is virtually noone around to see your scandalous attire as Wendy casually walks you down the concrete path in your plum-colored babydoll nightie, you think it is rather odd.
The cruel head cheerleader turns you onto a different path, and you soon find yourself in front of a large gray building labelled 'Steadman Gymnasium', no doubt after an alumnus benefactor. You see the cheer captain pull an unusually large set of keys from her small shoulder purse and unlock a side door.
Looking around as Wendy directs you, you can tell you are in the bowels of the large gym, probably near the changing rooms. It feels very humid and you begin to hear shouts and girlish laughter reverberate through the metal interior.
Pushing through another door, you find long columns of benches and lockers. In a large open area are laid out rolled paper banners with slogans written in fresh latex paint.
You see Wendy look over the spread-out handiwork approvingly.
"My squad has been hard at work, getting ready for today's game. I think the least we can do is reward them for all their tireless activity. Remember the great job they did on your wardrobe as well!" Wendy smiles cockily as she nears the shower stalls with you in tow.
You realize now why the campus is near-empty. You forgot it's now Saturday, college gameday. A tailgate party has probably just begun on the parking lot of the stadium you had been humiliated in the night before.
Wendy brings you around the wall to face a white tiled maze of shower heads, most with a gorgeous Cannondale cheerleader naked underneath them. One sees you and Wendy standing there, and soon all stop to look over as the water continues to splash down to the miniature floor tiles. You feel the lead drop to the concrete floor and turn to see Wendy peel off her little outfit and hand it to you. She steps under the nearest steamy spray of water and begins to rinse off the morning's fun. Most of the other girls, meanwhile, start to head towards you, looking at you like you're their next meal.
What will you do?
--turn tail and run, clothes in hand?
--go to Wendy's side
--let them do whatever they want?
--something else?
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