You burst through the door to see a stage bathed in light surrounded by lots of men. They cheer at the sight of you but it's not their voices that hit you, but the intensity of their stares. They like what they see, so much that they look hungry -- like they could devour you if they could.
At first it's a little scary and you turn away, but then you catch yourself in the mirror and remember that you're one hot babe. And the trampy cheerleading outfit you have on only makes you more so. You'd fuck yourself if you could. The music starts to blast as you burst out laughing.
Someone off stage tosses some pom-poms your way, which you catch smoothly as you start to saunter across the stage. Every move you make brings shouts and whistles of approval. You turn around and wiggle your curvy ass and they cheer. You smile over your shoulder and bend over to reveal your tight legs and bright panties and they cheer even louder. Remembering what you always loved to see cheerleaders do, you take a running leap, somersault a couple of times and effortlessly land in a split, and the guys sound like they're exploding.
'It's time to get down to business,' you think as you toss your pom-poms aside. 'They've come for a strip show, and I'm going to give them what I've always wanted to see.'
With that you slide up to your knees and massage your breasts, loving how full and firm they feel. 'Oh my God! My nipples are so hard now!!'
You undo the top button of your sweater (which is practically bursting off, anyhow), then another. You can see all the eyes laser beaming right to your breasts in anticipation, so you decide to tease them a little by suddenly acting shy and hanging your finger off your lower lip, rocking back and forth bashfully. They gasp and protest, proving to be right in the palm of your little hands.
You laugh and fall forward, crawling along the stage to get a better look at their faces. They so totally dig you -- you don't know how sexy women can stand it. Some are quietly sweating, holding their breaths for your next move. Some are chanting for you to take it off -- take it all off! Some are even a little shy when you look them in the eye. But there is no question that each and every one would fuck you fourteen ways 'til Sunday if you gave them a chance. |