Robert Vickers: Chained cheerleader

But Sherry did, anyway. She sucked in her breath. Debbie noticed the way the other girl's tits heaved and jiggled. Seeing her naked made her seem more vulnerable, as vulnerable as she herself had been before the lustful desires of Mr. Bradford.

"So that cocksucker got to you, huh?" said Sherry, continuing to towel herself. She shook her head, strands of her lustrous black hair flying in all directions. "Don't say I didn't warn you. He's bad news."

"I'm going to quit. I don't have to do disgusting things like that!"

"Disgusting? Like what?"

"He made me s-s-suck him off!"

"So what's so bad about that? You're no virgin. Hell, kid, I can tell just looking at new girls if they are or not. You carry yourself around like a chick who knows the score. Don't let it get you. The money's not so good on this so called job, but the fringe benefits are great."

"Like what?" asked Debbie, bitter.

"Like probably why you wanted the job in the first place. The Condors may not be the top team in the league but they play the top teams. That puts us on national television a few times each year. You're thinking that somebody out there is going to see you cheering your little heart out, maybe ogle your bod a bit, and then offer you big bucks."

"So?"

"So it might happen. It's happened a couple of times to others. One of the other cheerleaders went into commercials. She's making a pile of coin a year now. Good money. Another went into the Grade B movies. Not as much prestige but a hell of a lot of exposure and money and the chance to move into the big time."

"I want that, sure," said Debbie, leaning against her locker door. "But I won't put up with Bradford doing all those vile things to me. He seemed to expect to be able to command me and have me jump through a hoop."

"He expects it from all of us. But he'll tire of you just like he did of me."

"You?" Debbie was shocked. She thought Sherry was strong enough to fend off any such advances. She was obviously wrong.

"Sure. I had to put out to get a job. He just waited a little longer to get his 'finder's fee' with you. Just be lucky he didn't want more. Like I said, as soon as somebody prettier comes along, he'll forget all about you. He's scum, but don't let him get, to you." Sherry finished drying her slender legs, gave a quick run of the towel over her snatch and shivered mildly. "Ummm, that feels good. I think I'll go find Ben and see if he's interested in stuffing something a bit bigger up my crotch."

"So you think I should just avoid Bradford?" asked Debbie, not sure what to say. "Sure. And then find yourself someone on the team to ball. Like Ben but I'll rip your throat out if you make a play for him. But yeah, find some guy on the team who's big and strong and ugly if anybody messes around with his chick. Bradford's not stupid. He'll leave you alone then."

"But we're not supposed to fool around with any of the team."

"Sure," said Sherry, smiling, "and now you know why Bradford doesn't like the competition." With that, the slender cheerleader stepped into her jeans, wiggled her ass firmly into them and then turned and left without another word.

Debbie watched her go, wanting to stop her, to talk more. She didn't want to be left alone in this grim, gray concrete place. It suddenly seemed ominous to her. She glanced around and tried to shrug off her mood. She was getting paranoid after what had happened with Bradford.

The blonde girl stripped off the tiny costume and hung it up in her locker then took a towel and went into the showers. She turned on the water as hot and hard as she could stand. The soothing blast took the strain from her muscles and rinsed the come and dirt from her hair. In a few minutes, she felt almost human again. She ran the towel over her body and luxuriated in the softness of the towel against her skin. She sighed in relief and took special care drying off her tits. She cupped her mounds of tit flesh and carefully stroke them from their broad base all the way to their cresting nipples. She shuddered with real desire as her towel raced over her now aroused nipples.

The tiny mounds of erectile flesh quivered with desire. The hot water and its rush over her tensed flesh had done the trick. She tweaked one nipple and then the other, feeling the lightning surges all the way down into her chest. The girl stood there for only a moment before the self-fondling began to work on other parts of her body.

Her pussy started to froth and flow. She rubbed the fleecy towel across her damp pussy mound, running the towel back and forth rapidly to build up some friction. The friction made her cunt lips tighten up, in anticipation of a hard fucking cock. She hated herself for doing this. It made her all tense again, and she wanted to avoid that.

Deep down the girl, knew she wanted a good, long, hard cock fucking her. She had to enjoy a fuck fest in order to get the bad vibes out of her system. The idea of sucking cock any cock at that moment appalled her. She just wanted to lie back, lift her legs and let sweet surge of prick carry her away from the grimness of the world.

"God, kid, you look great! How about it?" came the mocking voice. She opened her eyes and saw Bradford standing in the doorway of the shower. He was eying her in obvious appreciation.

She tried to cover her tits with the towel. The blonde girl realized that this wouldn't do; it left her pussy exposed. But as she moved the now skimpy towel to cover her snatch, her tits bobbled around, the ruddy nipples creating figure eight patterns in the air in front of her chest. She knew she couldn't turn around; her bare ass would show then.

"Get out of here!" she screamed. The hollow echo mocked her. She wanted to run but there was no place she could go. Bradford blocked the only exit.

"Hell, baby, a chick as hot and horny as you are deserves some tender loving care. I'm willing to give it to you. I'm willing to give it all to you. You should be thanking me."

He reached down and lowered his zipper, exposing his throbbing hard-on. The man's prick bucked and danced with lust. Lust for her. She stared at the purple knobbed cock with fascination. It was as if she had been hypnotized. In a flash, she knew how a bird is mesmerized by a snake it had to be exactly like this.

Bradford moved across the slippery tile floor and jerked away her towel to leave her bare ass naked. "Yet, that's the way I like 'em," he said. "The water makes your skin gleam. You might put on some oil so that when we fuck I'll sort of slip across you." He reached out and grabbed one of her bobs. The pressure of his fingers made her wince with pain.

Jerking away, she cried, "Leave me alone! You got what you wanted out on the field. I won't suck you off again!"

"And I don't want you to. I want to feel that tight little pussy of yours clutching my cock. Feels good having a tight sheath of female flesh all around me. Damned fine feeling!"

She backed up until she was in a corner. The blonde teenager knew then that this man was capable of doing anything. He could rape her and then deny it! Besides, from what Sherry had told her, the man probably only considered fucking her as part of his due. He had already fucked every single member of the football team's cheerleading squad.

She twisted as he reached for her. The girl managed to slip past him, the water on her soft skin lubricating her enough to slide through his fingers. The man staggered, unsure of his footing on the tiles. This was all the opening Debbie had. She bolted and ran for the locker room.

The room was still deserted. She wasn't sure what she had thought she might find. Help, certainly, butt barring that, some slim chance of escaping what she knew would be her fate. Bradford wasn't slow in following her. He was already pounding hard and fast on her trail. The girl tried to grab her clothes from her locker, but the man managed to slam the door shut. She barely avoided getting her fingers caught by the door.