Episode 94: CREASED LIGHTNING

Science teacher Roger Dundee had been in the dark over the events transpiring the last three hours. Knowing nothing of Travis Herbert’s latest hijacking he just went about his business preparing to honor his decision to run Piper Cherry’s detention due to dealing with the varsity football game later in the evening.

While not really feeling it he knew the favor would be paid back in spades tomorrow night when he and she would be going out on their first date. After the insanity that was Piper Cherry, he knew one thing, no more Mister Science Guy. She had teased him beyond limits since the day they met and even though he had engaged in sex with the bombshell blonde he intended to keep tearing that hot ass bitch up. That was literally all he could think about all day long. Likewise, the short encounter in the hallway between he, she, and Henry McKellen weighed heavy on his thoughts. She told him to show her off, bet on that. She had no idea what Roger Wayne Dundee was capable of. He just had to get through detention then make a run to his houseboat docked on the river to get it cleaned up and ready for a guest. So yeah, no going to the game like he wanted to. There was not time enough in the day to do it all.

On his way out of class for the day he stopped long enough to grab a Coca Cola from the vending machines in the teacher’s lounge. Chuckling at knowing how Piper had seduced the Vendor known only as Special Ed right against this machine he shook his head. “Dating a nympho is ballsy. As ballsy as my fucking her in the school yard and my classroom floor during class. I’m still digesting how Carl Manley is encouraging us. The cops watching Piper and I outdoors by the birch tree ... shivers! All of the rumors about the other schools getting away with similar has to be a fact. That or those cops just liked seeing Piper riding me like a porn star. It’s definitely interesting. Tomorrow might just be worth exploring how free we can be. The way I see it if we can get through this weekend there would be nothing we couldn’t do.”

Retrieving his shoulder briefcase Roger took his coke up to the Third-floor detention room. The chains already off the door made him curious, normally they were kept locked to prevent entry. “Huh! Piper or Carl must have left it open for me.” Feeling the temperature rise at the staircase he recalled the many days he spent up here a drowned rat. At 90 degrees outdoors he was walking into 110 or higher with no ventilation, the windows boarded up and the air ducts sealed. Propping the door open to at least hope for a wisp of the air conditioning drifting in from the rest of the school made sense. Not only that but he wouldn’t have to stand there waiting on prisoners to arrive. “I sure don’t miss the Sahara. The things I do for women.” Hottest mirage ever!

Noting the desks swivel chair fallen over he chuckled, “I don’t want to know. She must have been wrestling up here.” Lifting the chair with one crappy out of balance roller he opted to take a seat and pop open his can of coke. Pondering the upturned seat more than he planned and a glossy stickiness on the tile at his shoes he imagined Piper to be masturbating. True to imagination she had done just that and had fallen backwards when her nephew Mace barged in on her knuckling session, toppling her in shock. Roger would have laughed over her reaction. Turning in his seat he scoots his legs under the desk only to feel his knees brush up against a large box.

“What do we have here?”

Nosey he was, opening the box to see the new cheerleader shirts, the one Piper removed on top crumpled up. Plucking it out he pinched it in both hands and fanned it into full on reveal. “What’s with the feathered shoulder pads? WE SWALLOW? What the hell?” He laughed reading it, “Is she that insane?” Of course, she was. Noting a string amid the bundle of shirts he digs in further and tugs out one of the G-string’s that the printer Odessa Bradley made up for them as a gift for being a good customer with such a large order.

“Feathered G-strings! Tickle their fancy! “He chuckled, “Gets better and better.” He looks over the G-string to see that the patch had a dive-bombing bird on it with the micro thin bands posing as wings, tiny, wrapped feathers on the bands were really creative. The birds screaming beak dipped right down where vulva central had its nest. It was obvious Odessa liked being creative. “Watch the birdy.” It was amusing.

“Piper is going to end up fired if the wrong people see and raise hell. No traditional skirts to mask their twats is going to create a bad taste in their...” He paused to smirk, “ ... not that I bet any of those little cunts taste bad, but the parents out there might start making calls. Her life, I guess. Then again, what we got away with might be a sign. I’d think parents out to see their kids playing football, bringing baby brothers and sisters and all would be in poor taste. Can any 911 call be overlooked? We’ll find out I suppose. If she does get canned it just means, we hook up off school grounds. That is if she sticks around Nashville. There’s a huge difference between Carl Manley allowing things indoors, but outdoors around civilians?” Times were changing Dundee! It was only going to get crazier.

Hearing voices arriving Roger puts the clothing away and hides the box back under the desk. Sitting to face the doorway in a slouch he tapped the desk with a finger wondering whom he was holding in captivity today. Girls’ voices, at least he might have someone worth looking at. To his surprise he got more than he bargained for.

“Hey, Mister Dundee!” Octavia Bradley entered followed by Lily Kramer, Deanna Sweeney, Tawny Martin, and Tina Wiles.

“What could you ladies have possibly done to get detention on game night?”

“We’re working on that.” Tawny laughed, “Counsellor Cherry told us to meet up here for our new uniforms.”

“She doesn’t need me to cover detention?” He looked confused, “Why didn’t she warn me. It’s not like I don’t have a life outside this place.”

“Maybe she was busy.” Deanna suggested. Busy urinating on Neo Pryor, dealing with Carl Manley, running money to Damon Rice. Things like that.

“You can stay, we’re just going to try on our new uniforms.” Octavia batted her eyelashes.

“Piper mentioned last minute routines too.” Lily added.

“I shouldn’t be here when you girls change.” He laughed, even as Regina Owens and her bestie Deidre Wolfe entered, not that it wouldn’t be entertaining. “When Piper gets here, I’ll head out.”

“What’s this I hear about you pulling your head out?” Piper Cherry showed up right on time. Roger sat back a bit in his chair to smirk. “I wouldn’t lean too far back that bucking bronco’s thrown me twice this week.”

“Do you really need me, Piper?”

“SIT! STAY! ROLL OVER!” She points, “If you leave that chair there’s no pussy for you tomorrow.”

“Pussy today though.” Tina chuckles.

“You hush WILEScat! I know what you and my nephew did in my bed no less.” Lily and Octavia shrank knowing they had too. “Ohhh, I know about you two also. I won’t forget that.” She then fanned her face as if overheated, “FUCK ME! It’s hot as hell up here.”

“Only gets hotter when you talk like that.” Roger huffed, “Looking for these?” He scoots back and brings the box of shirts up on top of the desk. As he does more cheerleaders filter in including Robin Banks, the squad’s captain of sindustry, and Priscilla Vincent.

“About time my angels.”

“Hell’s angels.” Tina laughed.

“Do you really need me here?” Roger hissed leaning forward on his elbows, nearly tipping his coke over but catching in before a spill.

“All at once ladies.” Piper orchestrated like a Maestro.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!” They sang out in a chorus of giggles.

“That means what Roger?”

“It means I break into a sweat without the heat index?”

“Correct! I need your opinion.”

“Are we getting any actual detention offenders?”

“I let them go.” Piper laughed, “Needed privacy. Some of them were shall we say ... too goo goo?”

“Goo Goo?” He shook his head, “This a daycare now?”

“You know what I mean tall, dark, and needs a haircut.” Piper smirked.

“Haircut? I just got one last week.”

“Still too thick. Like that.” She slyly points at his crotch, the cheerleaders giggling at overhearing her praise him in such a manner.

“So what? You think I should go bald?”

“Not bald just fuzzy.”

“Crew cut.” Regina chimed in. “I like crews!”

“Is that what they call it still? I thought it was peach fuzz.”

“Peach fuzz is when a gal shaves her pubes thin.” He chuckles, “You’re ate up Cherry.”

“Save that for tomorrow too.”

“I have peach fuzz.” Tina dares to lift her cheerleader skirt and pull her unitard aside to show off her thin landing strip that heads straight into a sexy pink hangar, garage door up. Roger checked her out from a distance but quickly played the respect game in using his left hand to mask her effort.

“I did not see that.”

“I can show you again.” She laughs, her squad giggling.

“Not necessary Tina.” He shuts her down.

“Okay! I’m the only peach from Georgia in this room. Let’s get down to business. Roger? Can you bring that box out here and we can divvy up the booty? Oooo! I’ve already started my Pirate routine for tomorrow on your boat.”

“You’re going out on Mister Dundee’s boat?” Deanna perked up, “I love the water.”

“Not invited.” Piper stuck her tongue out at her. Roger grumbling stood up and carried the box out amongst the girls and sat them on a chair with no desktop. Why he had to do this errand bothered him, especially when they could have just as easily gotten their shirts from the main desk. He had a suspicion something was up. Besides his dick. Yep! They were looking. A scowl at Piper he knew she did that on purpose. A caress over his six pack abs she shook her fleshy pom poms and mumbled, “Thank you Cap’n Crunch. Keep on crunching!”

“Mmmmhmmm!” He winced, “I’m going home before this gets any worse.”

“NOOOOO!” All of the cheerleaders swarmed him begging him to stay. “We need put in, I mean input.” Tawny giggled.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He laughed.

“Gutter ball three lanes over.” Piper pelted his forehead. “I’ll pass out the shirts, you pass out the slingshots.”

“Slingshots?” Robin grew curious.

“These.” Roger dared to pinch one of the G-strings between both of his hands. “I call these dive bombers.”

“Mmmm! You can dive into me anytime you want. Bombs away!” Piper teased him. “Incoming!” She begins hurling shirts one after the other to the girls to catch and admire. “Try them on ladies.”

Before Roger could react every cheerleader there began disrobing. He turned away yet again just to appear a gentleman. Behind him every single girl there stood naked and paused to look at Piper. She winked then gave Roger a heads up, “Looks like they all fit pretty well. Don’t you think Roger?” Convinced they were covered he twirled in step and found otherwise.

“Dammit Piper! Sorry ladies.”

“We’re not.” Tina snickered, “Chillax Mister Dundee, you know we’re all sluts so overlook us ... if you can.”

Eyes closed Roger huffed his cheeks, “Unbelievable!” Even after letting a couple of the girls beat him off and lick his dick outdoors, he was having a bit of guilt trip. He suspected the entire squad knew about that stunt by now. He needed to get over that guilt, this was a fantasy he had had for a while now. Ever since his own days playing baseball there was some form of cheerleader lust. The older he got the better the young hotties were. This bunch was goddess level slut. It was every schoolteacher’s dream.

“Our bodies?” Tawny chuckled, “Hell yes they are.” She squeezed her breasts in front of him as one eyelid popped open.

“There’s that eye patch Cap’n.” Piper giggled, “As long as you have one good eye, I’m the happiest Privateer in the world.” She reached over and pinched the crown of his dick through his tented slacks, “There’s ole’ One Eyed Willy. Scourge of the Seven She’s.” She recounts, “Nine She’s. Wait! I’m ten.” Her girls were rolling, tits dancing all around him. While bantering about two more girls showed up late and busted up at seeing their sisters butt ass naked in front of the hottest male teacher at Horton-Dexter.

“You’re all fucking insane.” He shook his head laughing.

“Time to get serious.” Piper clapped her hands to capture order, “Shirts and little birdies on.” At her encouragement the cheerleaders put on their new uniforms. The slim fit made their chests pop, the lower hem just two inches above their cheeks and Tweety Birds. “I thought I saw some Puddy Tats! I did! I did! I did! Very nice!” Piper moved around them inspecting each girl. “Bend over.” She prompted Tina, the girl touching her toes, her entire ass showing off as she intentionally twerked for laughs. Technically the G-string was a bikini bottom so there would be no harm in that amount of revelation. A fast slap to her ass made her jump upright with a “HEY!” Piper flicked her tongue at her, “That’s from Mace.”

“In that case we want one too.” Octavia bore her bottom. It quickly became a spank bank without a withdrawal. Roger was blown away but not being shy anymore over what he was seeing. Once the artillery rounds ceased fire Piper rallied up into a cheer she just invented.

“CHEEP! CHEEP! CHEEP! CHEEP! CHEEEP SHOT!” The girls busted a gut.

“That’s awesome!” Robin laughed. “Let’s unify girls. On three.” She used her fingers over her head and the entire group of girls wailed a repeat performance of Piper’s creation. In a proud moment of sparkling gaze, Piper offered a thumbs up.

“Clear the desks, let’s make some room here in the center. You can help Big Bird.” She pats Roger’s back lovingly. He actually discovered her over the gathering of hot chicks. Hot Swallows! With the workplace cleared Piper took center and stripped out of her own dress in front of everyone. Jaws dropped at her perfect body. There was a whole lot of wet Dive Bombers ... Diver Down they say.

“Jesus Piper!” Roger flared his eyes at how open she was even in front of the cheerleaders. Of course, she was. Dumb response Dundee, better yet ... DUNDEEDUMMMM! Only Roger found his thoughts funny.

“I’m going to need your help Handsome Jack.” She stood nude, hands on her hips like a hero. “Ladies? Like we practiced at my home I’m going to show you that handstand again. This time though each of you will have a spotter. Roger? Come stand behind me ... well, in front of me until I put my talons in the air. What I want you to do is hold one of my ankles in each of your hands. When I say the verse, “TAKE FLIGHT!” I want you to guide my legs apart as if wings, take me as wide as possible, you can release my ankles once I’m upside down. Keep your hands on me but only as support. I’m going full splits so just steady me. Okay?”