Chapter 27

It was close to six o’clock when Emily finally arrived at school. She didn’t really remember

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why it had taken her so long to arrive, but she guessed it was because she was doing something important. For Jack, the pretty blonde teenager thought dreamily to herself, nodding as she strolled into the side entrance of the school by the main gymnasium. Definitely something important, for Jack. She knew whenever those sorts of things happened, her head got all sorts of swimmy and fuzzy and

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she’d kind of forget where she’d been, or what she’d even been doing, sometimes for hours. But the swimmy and buzzy feeling in her head felt good, really good, almost as good as getting fucked good and hard by her hot, sexy brother Jack. So, she didn’t mind so much about the forgetting anymore. Because she knew it would all be

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good, just like Jack wanted.

As she made her way through the school to the girl’s locker room, Emily could see that the main gymnasium was already packed full, every seat taken by the students, teachers, and parents of Patriot High. Considering how full it was, though, the gym was oddly quietly, which surprised Emily. It was the first pep rally of the year, with Patriot High’s football squad ranked as one of the best teams in the county, facing one of its biggest rivals, Chamberlain Central, who was also ranked as one of the best teams in the county. It should’ve been totally rocking in the gym, with noise and nervous excitement already blasting out into the hallways beyond its doors, everything going wild and crazy in anticipation of the pep rally about to get underway...

... and yet it wasn’t.

Everything was orderly. Calm. Still.

Weird.

“About time you got here,” Donna grumbled, as Emily finally made her way inside the girl’s locker room. “We’ve been waiting for you.” The entire cheer squad was assembled there, getting changed into their brand-new cheerleading uniforms, which had been provided to the team only a few days ago by some generous, anonymous donor to the school. The tops of the uniforms were translucent, sleeveless crop tops, light blue with red and white stripes, with the word PATRIOTS lettered neatly across the front. The lettering was just wide enough to cover up the nipples of the girls wearing them, as none of them bothered wearing a bra beneath the filmy, next-to-nothing tops.

All of the cheerleaders wore brand-new pleated red-and-white cheering skirts ... although calling them ‘skirts’ was perhaps a touch too generous. The skirts were maybe five inches long, if that, and were so short that not only was it obvious that absolutely none of the young women who wore them were wearing any underwear ... it was also blatantly obvious which cheerleaders liked their nether regions completely shaved or waxed, and which preferred to be neatly groomed instead.

The girls on the squad all also wore white ankle-length bobby socks with red-and-blue sneakers, and those with long hair either had tied their hair back in ponytails or pigtails, using bright blue bows or ribbons decorated with sparkling silver stars ... and bright red lipstick.

Needless to say, the scant and distinctly slutty uniforms left very little to the imagination.

“Sorry,” Emily said to Donna, grinning happily as she casually stripped off all of her clothes, “I was, um,

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busy, remember? With

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Jack, of course. I was, um, doing something important for him. Can’t say what though, he made me promise. But, um, I’m here now, right?”

“Absolutely,” said another voice. “We’re just glad you’re back, sweetie.” Samantha stepped away from her own locker, joining Emily and Donna. The word SLUT was proudly scrawled in black marker on Samantha’s perfectly toned abdomen. Emily realized that WHORE was similarly written on Donna’s tummy ... and, for that matter, all the cheerleaders in the locker room had equally similar epithets lovingly emblazoned on their flesh.

Plucking a black marker off a nearby bench, Samantha crouched down slightly to inscribe the words CUM DUMPSTER in large letters across Emily’s flat tummy. Emily giggled excitedly as the felt tip of the marker tickled her bare skin.

“There,” Samantha purred. “That looks much better.” She casually wrapped one arm around Emily’s slender waist, brazenly thrusting her other free hand between her fellow cheer captain’s bare legs. Emily squirmed and squealed excitedly as Samantha shoved two fingers right into her naughty cunt, shamelessly pumping them deep into her glistening depths. She didn’t know quite

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what it was, but lately, she couldn’t get enough of Samantha. Even when Emily wasn’t having one of her deliciously naughty threesomes with her and Jack, Emily was constantly

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thinking about her tall, sexy, slender blonde cheerleading co-captain. And by thinking about Samantha, that meant thinking about sucking on her luscious, whopping tits, or burying her face between Samantha’s thighs to lick her sweet, sweet pussy, or to kiss her slow, deep, and hard, sucking on her wiggly tongue ... even when Jack wasn’t around. Which was weird. Because deep down, Emily felt like she didn’t even really like Samantha, which

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was totally wrong, of course, just like the weird thought she had that Samantha couldn’t stand being with her either, that deep down she probably hated Emily, that every time she went down on Emily it was totally humiliating, which

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was totally ridiculous, of course.

Totally.

After all, Jack loved it when the two beautiful blonde girls were together. Jack thought they were so, so sexy together. And Jack

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was always right.

Of course.

So, as Samantha drew Emily even closer to her in their embrace so their mouths could meet in a sensual kiss, Emily also reached down between Samantha’s legs, loving how hot and damp it felt between her thighs. She slipped her middle finger into Samantha’s juicy cunt, fingerbanging the taller blonde girl with a ferocious, unbridled need. It was only a matter of moments before the two cheerleading co-captains were busy humping each other’s hands, pawing at each other’s tits and wantonly sucking face. Emily’s knees had already started to buckle as Samantha’s sticky, talent fingers quickly brought her crazily close to the brink of an orgasm...

... except she suddenly remembered that Donna was standing there. Right there, next to them. And apparently asking her something.

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God, so annoying.

“What ... um, what did you say?” Emily managed to say, as she broke off her sultry kiss with Samantha. Undeterred, Samantha moved her mouth down to the nape of Emily’s neck, her fingers still pumping inside Emily’s steaming snatch, still making her feel so wickedly good. God, it was hard to think.

“I said,” Donna repeated, with more of a hint of irritation in her voice, “so you did your secret thing, right? With Jack? Not someone else? It’s done? Whatever your, um, supposedly secret thing was?”

“Yeah, of course it’s done,” Emily snapped back. “And of course it was with Jack. Who else would it be?” She could feel a throbbing start to build inside her head. There was a smugness in Donna’s voice, like she knew something that Emily didn’t, and that was super fucking annoying. God. Why is Donna being so fucking strange? she wondered in confusion.

“Oh, I can think of someone else,” Donna said. It was hard for Emily to tell if her best friend – if she even was her best friend anymore – sounded happy or mad. Probably both. “Maybe...”

“ ... maybe?” Emily repeated. Her head throbbed some more. However, Donna’s voice had trailed off, her head cocked to the side, her eyes blinking rapidly as if she were staring at a whole bunch of colored lights blinking in front of her face. Purple lights, maybe.

Again, weird.

Weird was turning out, as it seemed, to be a particularly apt way to describe the day.

Then Samantha slipped her tongue back into Emily’s mouth and her head stopped throbbing.

“Yeah ... right,” Donna said, as she continued to watch Emily and Samantha make out. “For Jack. I totally forgot. Sorry.” The gleeful anger in her voice had vanished without a trace, replaced instead with utter bewilderment. The dark-haired teenage beauty turned her head, staring awkwardly up at one of the flickering fluorescent ceiling lights, away from Samantha and Emily, looking at the lights like they were the most interesting things in the world. “So ... Jack’s done, um, right? With, uh ... I don’t know. Something. Whatever.”

“Mmmph ... oooh!” Emily grunted. Samantha’s thumb had just found her clit, so conversation was definitely not on her mind. “Yeah, he’s done... ooooh!!!“

“Did you talk to him about us, Em? Like I asked?” Donna asked timidly.

“Yes,” Emily gasped, “yes, yes, yesssss...”

“Good,” Donna replied, nodding happily.” I haven’t been with Jack in over a week, Em, and you promised me that we could both be his special sluts, that he would fuck us both, that he would definitely fuck me ... you promised.”

“Uh huh... ohhhhhh...” Emily breathed happily. “Yes, the three of us... mmmm, together ... good sluts, yes, yesss, ohmigod, yesssss...”

“Awesome,” Donna murmured quietly, still staring up at the flickering fluorescent lights. “That makes me so happy ... I can’t wait to feel him inside me again. Jack’s so amazing.” Some of the other teenaged cheerleaders were also now staring raptly up at the lights as well. For some reason, a few of them seemed to have changed color, from a bright, antiseptic white to a soft, soothing...

... well, purple.

“What?” Emily asked, finally turning to look at Donna as the throes of her orgasm finally subsided. “Oh, sure. Tonight. Whatever. I’ll tell Jack.” She was only kind of paying attention to what her best friend was saying. Her small hand had slid from Samantha’s front to her delectable rear, still staying under the crazily-short hem of her co-captain’s super-short cheerleading skirt, and she was having way too much fun tickling the tiny pucker of Samantha’s asshole to actually, well, think. She knew for sure that Samantha loved taking it in the ass from Jack – she was one of the few girls who could even take his full length up her tight bottom, which Emily had to admit was damn impressive.

I have a new strap-on about as big as Jack’s dick, Emily mused idly, as she started pushing the tip of her finger up past Samantha’s naughty brown ring, making the tall, slutty blonde squirm in wicked delight. I wonder if she’d like me fucking her ass with it after I tongue-fuck it first ... mmmm, I bet Jack would like to watch that ... that ought to get him really hard ... and then maybe he’ll stick his cock up my ass, fuck me like a good little slut, that would be amaz—

“Girls,” another voice said sharply. “Play later. We have work to do right now.”

Mrs. Winter stepped in front of Emily and Samantha, SKANK neatly written across her own stomach. She wore the same cheer outfit as did the rest of the students, the skimpy top straining with herculean effort to contain the blonde teacher’s whopping tits. She also wore a pleated skirt that was a little too short for her, which made her look even slightly more ridiculous that the rest of the squad ... but Emily didn’t mind. Sure, Mrs. Winter – sexy, pretty Mrs. Winter, who all the boys lusted after in History class – didn’t look much like a prim-and-proper History teacher anymore. Or a respectable cheerleading coach. Sure, it made Mrs. Winter look like a MILF stripper at a seedy burlesque club who didn’t mind giving back alley blowjobs after closing time.

But that was why

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Emily though Mrs. Winter looked super, super hot.

“Yes, Mrs. Winter,” Emily and Samantha said in unison. The rest of the cheerleaders nodded as one as well. Reluctantly, Emily pulled her finger out of Samantha’s asshole, and lewdly sucked on it before giving her fellow cheerleading co-captain a saucy wink. Samantha grinned and winked back.

Emily decided that her daydream of using the strap-on on Samantha definitely needed to happen. Soon.

Like, really soon.

Emily finished getting herself ready, and then she and the other girls ran out into the main gymnasium of Patriot High. The bleachers were already packed full for the pep rally, filled with all Emily’s classmates and all of the rest of the students at school ... and really, all of them. Emily was slightly surprised to see some of the faces in the crowd, some of them students like her dopey brother Todd and his friends, the kind of students who normally wouldn’t be caught dead at something as lame as a pep rally for some stupid football game.

They’re here to see us ... to see me... Emily thought excitedly. She clapped her hands together in glee, and then waved to the crowd and she and the rest of the cheerleaders strode out onto the wooden gymnasium floor. There were more than just students out in the crowd, too. Teachers, of course, and some faculty. Parents ... mostly dads, though, which was odd. Emily could see her mom smiling and waving back excitedly at her, which was awesome. But most of the other parents didn’t look excited. In fact, some looked kind of horrified, which Emily didn’t understand at all. A low, uncertain murmuring began to swell in the crowd.

And that was when a soothing, pulsating pink light illuminated the entire gymnasium.

The cheering team, all twenty girls and Mrs. Winter, stood in formation in the middle of the gym floor. Above them, a giant ... something hung from the rafters of the gymnasium. It looked kind of like the little globe Emily had given to Principal Jenkins as a present not too long ago, just much, much bigger ... and already, it had opened like a flower, spinning and showing off all its relentlessly pulsing, blinking lights. The huge chrome petals of the strange, colossal device were already rotating, showering the entire gym in odd patterns of pink, like some deranged, oversized disco ball.

The angry murmurs from the bleachers subsided into attentive – and total – silence.

Emily looked over to the side of the gym. One of the younger cheerleaders – a skinny freshman named Mia, at least Emily thought that was the girl’s name – stood over by the controls of a mixing board. Emily gave a nod, and Mia flipped some switches.

Booming bass throbbed through the speakers – brand new speakers, again from some generous, anonymous donor – that hung from the gym rafters. The familiar pep rally strains of thumping, techo-dance music shook the floor and the bleachers, and the cheerleaders quickly split into three groups, forming the points of a triangle on the floor. With deft precision, the girls began to run past one another, performing a breathtaking display of synchronized flips and somersaults and cartwheels that were absolutely dizzying in their speed and flawless execution, all in perfect time to the blaring music and the pink pulsing lights.

It also did quite a remarkable job of letting everyone in the stands know that not a single cheerleader was wearing panties, in case there were any lingering doubts.

As the lights continued to flash in a repetitive rhythm that began to increase steadily in its speed and intensity, so did the acrobatics of the cheerleaders, who became whirlwinds, flipping and spinning in an intricate cacophony of nubile teen bodies. With the music building up to a stirring crescendo, the girls started joining together in the center of the gym, forming a pyramid, with a few well-placed flips vaulting Donna and Michelle up high, and then a well-placed assist from Dawn and Samantha sending Emily flying towards the ceiling, landing at the peak of the pyramid in a spectacular double somersault.

“WHO STANDS FOR FREEDOM?” shouted the cheerleaders in unison.

CLAP CLAP CLAP

“AND LIBERTY?”

CLAP CLAP CLAP

“WE’RE HOME OF THE BRAVE!!!!”

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“AND OF THE FREE!!!!”

CLAP CLAP CLAP

“GOOOOOOO ... PATRIOTS!!!!”

The entire cheerleading squad beamed proudly at their audience, even as pink pulsing lights continued to illuminate the gym.

And ... they were greeted silence.

Utter silence.

You could hear a pin drop in the gymnasium.

That ... wasn’t supposed to happen.

Confused, but smiling like a head cheerleading captain should, Emily dismounted from her perch at the top of the pyramid, and walked up to a podium set up in front of the bleachers. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead as she looked out into the audience.

So many faces stared dully back at her.

“GOOD EVENING TO ALL OF THE PATRIOT MINUTEMEN JOINING US TONIGHT!” Emily shouted enthusiastically into the microphone, her voice echoing throughout the cavernous gymnasium. “ARE YOU ALL EXCITED???”

Polite, quiet tepid applause came from the audience. Barely.

“I SAID, ARE YOU EXCITED???”

More polite, quiet tepid applause.

They’re not even close to excited, Emily thought suddenly, nobody even really cares ... nobody gives a shit... .and that disappointing realization hit her hard, like a vicious slap across the face. Just like the routine that she and her squad had just performed, the whole school was applauding, just like one might expect ... but there was something completely perfunctory about that applause. There was no joy or enthusiasm or spirit to any of it. Every student, every parent, every teacher clapping their hands in the stands sounded like they were simply going through the motions of doing so. It was like they were all in a tran—