Victoria Parker: No cherry cheerleader

"Listen," Pam said. "Tomorrow do you want to go with me to Deck Card's TV Dance Party over at channel five?"

Kelly had seen the show, which appeared every Saturday morning. It was a local show, and Deck Card was the popular host.

She had always wanted to go, but thought she was too young. "Are you going?"

"Sure," Pam said. "I go every Saturday I can. It's fun to show off for the camera, and boy, have they got some horny cameramen over there! If you do sexy moves, they zoom right in on you and shoot right up your skirt if they can. I love it. Don't you love to show off, Kelly? I mean, isn't that one of the reasons you wanted to be a cheerleader?"

Kelly had never heard it put so blatantly. She never thought about admitting the truth. Sure, that's the main reason she went out for cheerleading, to show her stuff. She loved to show off, and in junior high she had learned the pleasures of having a bleacher full of boys and men gawk at her.

"Sure, I'll go with you, Pam," Kelly said. "Great, meet me at the pizza parlor at one and we'll take a bus downtown. I'll show you the ropes and explain everything about the show."

Pam flashed a beautiful smile, waved, and walked away.

Kelly started down the hall.

"Oh, Kelly!" Pam called.

"Yeah?"

"Wear somethin' real sexy if you want some camera time!" Pam smiled.

Kelly nodded.

The next day Kelly met Pam at the pizza parlor. She looked fabulous in a tight black mini of slick denim and a tight pink sweater. She topped the ensemble off with pink high heels. Her brown hair was fixed perfectly in pigtails. She had worked a long time to get everything just right.

Deck Card was a good-looking hunk, and Kelly wanted to impress him. She tingled everytime she thought about being on TV, showing off her stuff.

Pam had a tight black halter over her big tits, a bare midriff, a short black skirt, and she wore black high heels.

Pam's blonde hair was swept up on one side, then pulled over into a sweet ponytail. She radiated pure, fresh, Midwestern warmth.

"Now remember," Pam said, "they like you to move. What happens is we all get out on the floor and move, dance, and you don't have to dance with anyone, just move while the camera pans around. Then when they find something they like, they come in on you and feature you. I've only been to the show twice, but they've featured me four times, only for a few seconds, but they had me all alone, once for nearly twenty-five seconds."

"Just dance?" Kelly asked.

"Well, you got to move sexy. Like swinging your hips. I do a little bump, like cheerleading, and oh yes, sexy expressions, or cute expressions. That's what I noticed when I watch."

The girls went into the studio.

A director came out and gave them instructions. The place was crowded with kids. He told them to always move, to look like they were having loads of fun, and if Deck Card picked them out to interview, to be open and friendly.

The show started. Deck Card came out and did an opening, then introduced a Madonna song.

Kelly and Pam started moving. Kelly looked good in her short black skirt. Her pink sweater bounced with her young tits, and she managed to work her hips in a slow whirl, pumping forward, around, around, then back in.

Pam bounced wildly, her tits jiggling in the black halter.

"Don't forget the red light on the camera," Pam whispered to Kelly. "If it's on, then the camera is on."

Kelly danced, moving sexily, and each time she raised her arms, or pushed out, her pink sweater lifted to show a bare stretch of her tight tummy. Her tits bounced deliciously.

She saw the cameraman move in on her. The red light came on. She knew she was on TV, and she felt a surge of excitement, of power. She licked her lips, left her mouth open in a sexy little O, then swished her hips to the right, the left, and put her hands up over her head. Her pink sweater raised, showing a slash of tummy between the top of her black skirt and the pink material. Her tits pushed hotly at the sweater.

The light stayed on and Kelly performed. Then the cameraman got both Pam and Kelly in a close-up, moved back so he had fully body shots of them, then moved in again for a close-up of Kelly's pretty face.

The record ended.

Deck Card came back on with a personal story about how he had met Madonna. Then he introduced another record and the kids started dancing.

The camera swept over the crowd of bobbing, weaving teens, and once again found favor with young Kelly. And once again she did her best to show off for the red light that seemed like a magnet to her.

When the record ended, Deck Card took the microphone into the crowd and asked kids their names and ages. Kelly thought she'd faint when he came to her.

"You?" he asked, smiling.

"Kelly Branson, freshman, Harvard Girls."

He nodded and moved the mike in front of Pam.

"Pammy Mann, junior, Harvard Girls."

"All right, nice to have you girls here from Harvard today," Deck said as he moved on to more teenagers.

It was a grand day for Kelly. She loved dancing in front of the camera, and she liked the attention, the gawking eyes of the horny directors and cameramen.

The show ended, and as she was leaving with Pam, Deck Card came over to them. "I want you girls to come back again next week, okay? And if you're as good then as you were today, I want you to be regulars on my show."

The young darlings were flabbergasted.

"Gee, really, Mr. Card?" Pammy gasped.

"You got it, honey." He smiled, then turned his attention to Kelly.

Their eyes met. His expression changed to steamy attention. He looked her up and down.

"How 'bout sneaking back to my dressing room in a few minutes, girls?" he whispered.

"Huh? Really?" Pam mumbled.

"Yeah, just slip down that hall in a few minutes. You'll see it, the door with my name on it. I'll leave it open, just come on."

He walked away.

"God! Did you hear that, Kelly?"

"Jeez," Kelly said. "Do you think we should?"

"Are you kiddin'? Damn right we should! I'll bet Deck Card doesn't ask many girls to his dressing room. And he wants us to be regulars too! Shit!"

The girls waited, then slipped down the hall to Deck Card's dressing room. The door was open for them, and they went in.

"Hi, girls, come on in," he said, locking the door after them. "Wanna have some fun?"

"Sure," Pammy said.

"If we do have some fun, girls, you can't say a word about it. Besides, I'd deny it, and no one would believe you, okay?"

Then Deck Card reached out with both hands and petted the girls' pussies, rubbing them through their skirts.

"Jeeeez," Kelly gasped.

"God, Mr. Card!" Kelly panted. He had a big hard-on that pushed at the crotch of his slacks. Kelly saw the huge bulge and gulped.

"Yes, you girls were very good on the show today," he said, his hand moving up and down between their legs. "Next week, Kelly, you wear a shorter skirt, okay, way up there? Got to keep the ratings up with skirts up, dig?"

Kelly nodded.

"And you, Pam, you wear a shorter skirt too, and a tighter bra. Just wear a regular bra, it's the style, you know."

"Yes, sir," she said.

His hands were under their skirts, rubbing into the soft warmth of their cunts.

His cock throbbed against his tight slacks. "I don't have much time. You girls wanna fool around, or drop by next week after the show and we'll pick it up here? That is, if you wanna. Of course, you can't tell anyone that you ever came to my dressing room or that we ever did anything like this," Deck said, dipping into the girls' panties.

"I could jack you off real quick," Pam said, "if you want me to."

"Aw, how sweet. That's really sweet, honey," Deck said.

"I could help her," Kelly said.

"Well, now I'd be a fool if I passed up an offer like that, wouldn't I?" Deck Card said, sifting down on a chair, unzipping his fly, taking his pants and shorts down, revealing his massive hard-on.