Isaac Byrne - Tolerance

“Yeah, like totally make his day,” Kylee added brilliantly.

They acted with all the panache of Paris Hilton. Determined to outshine them, Taylor tried to smile shyly at him. “Heya, hot stuff,” she purred. “I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

“This the best you can do?” he said, looking bored. “I’d rather just fool around with you two than waste my time on this ho.”

Lauren laughed. “Yeah yeah, that’s good,” she exclaimed excitedly. “Now girls, each of you has to do a cheer routine to try to entice him to screw you. Taylor, you need to make sure yours is ultra-slutty to get his attention. Go.”

The new captain—( not that it’s official , she reminded herself)—allowed the three of them a minute to come up with something. Taylor figured it wouldn’t be too hard. She was definitely hotter than them, nevermind that DJ was pretending not to notice, and had been taking dance lessons since she was five. She had moves they couldn’t match.

Evelyn went first, and it was instantly clear she wasn’t going to make the contest easy. She shook her ass hypnotically and fondled her little breasts through her uniform as she did a chant in a sultry voice.

“Who’s the new guy that all the girls want?” She pointed to DJ and held up two fingers, a readily understood signal for her audience.

“DJ! DJ!” the other girls chanted. Taylor too.

“Who’s the big stud we all crave in our cunt?”

“DJ! DJ!” they repeated again. Then Evelyn—completely arhythmically—just flipped her skirt up to reveal her bright blue uniform panties and twerked, her fleshy butt jumping and gyrating like it was springloaded. DJ groped it appreciatively Evelyn winked at him over her shoulder.

“All right, let’s see what you got, Kylee,” Lauren interjected. Kylee giggled and withdrew to the far end of the locker room. She did a series of graceful cartwheels until she was back at the far end, grinning brightly.

“Gimme a P!” she yelled.

“P!” They echoed.

“Gimme an E!”

“E!”

“Gimme an N!”

“N!”

“Gimme a U!”

There was a brief pause before she got her requested U. What the fuck is she spelling, “penumbra”?

“Gimme an S!”

“S!”

“Put it together and what did you give me?”

“Penis!” called out Evelyn, Lauren and DJ. Kylee slid down into the splits, her sexy brown legs splayed out to either side of her blue-pantied butt peeking out at the bottom of her tiny skirt.

Taylor rolled her eyes. “You misspelled ‘penis’ you fucking airhead.”

Kylee seemed to think for a moment. “Did I… no, I don’t think I did…” It was like she was counting on her fingers, the way her lips were mumbling through the letters.

“You forgot to smile, bitch. Why don’t you do your brilliant routine, then we’ll give you a chance to make it up to Kylee,” Lauren said, smirking.

Her “routine” had been planned as a few well-rehearsed high-kicks, flips and dance moves; now Taylor knew she’d need to do something more risque to win this competition and stop Lauren from wrecking her social life. Her brain raced to come up with something new in a hurry, something even sluttier than the two spectacularly slutty routines that had just preceded her.

“One second!” she yelped, darting behind a row of lockers. She’d need whatever edge she could get here, so she took a moment to slide off her cheerleading panties, then got rid of her sports bra with a little struggle to get it off without removing her top. She used the precious extra seconds to come up with a few lines.

Without much confidence in what she’d come up with, the once and future captain came back around to where the other girls were sharing a mischievous grin with DJ. “Well, whatcha got for us newbie?” he asked imperiously.

Taylor stood right in front of him and began, gladder than ever for her modest gift for rhyming.

I’m so glad I’ve got big tits!

‘Cause then my man can squeeze ’em like this!

And when I slip and give him sass

He can bend me over and smack my ass!

I can’t get enough of that stuff in his nuts

’Cause I wanna be one of his little sluts!

He can fuck my little puss, or fuck my jiggly tits

But I love it best when he jams it ’tween my lips!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay DJ!

Throughout the routine, she put his hands on her body parts as she named them, kissing and grinding against his crotch as it went on. She finished with an actual dance move she’d learned in couples dance class, kicking high and spinning, letting the foot come to rest on her partner’s shoulder. She used it to pull him in to a scorching open mouth kiss, snaking her tongue into his mouth as her thighs and glutes started burn from being more than 180 degrees split. Her bare pussy was pressed against his crotch, and she could feel his cock hardening against her.

He kissed her back for a long moment, nearly to the point where she almost had to fall backwards so she could lower her leg, but he released her just in time. Taylor wobbled unsteadily on her feet a moment, not having been sufficiently stretched for such a thing.

“So, Mr. Judge, how do you score your little slut squad?” Lauren asked.

He looked first to Evelyn. “Great moves, awesome twerk, perfect ass. I give it a 9.3.” 9.3? In competition, even aside from the slutty words, that would have been like a 4.5 at best. Evelyn winked at him suggestively.

“Kylee,” he said, turning his attention to the brightly beaming Latina. “Such great energy and intensity and enthusiasm. Still, spelling does count for something, so we’ll call it a 9.0.” Kylee didn’t seem to mind the penalty, thanking him with a long kiss of her own.

DJ looked to Taylor with scrutiny. She preened, thrusting her chest forward and her butt backward. And smiled. Gotta remember to keep smiling. “Now Taylor, you had quite a little chant there—good rhythm, very very slutty—you’re a natural at talking like a little hooker. Had practice?” The girls laughed at his joke. Laughed at her. She reddened in embarrassment and anger at the same time.

He continued. “You really put yourself out there, used that T&A of yours well. Still, I do have to penalize you for not wearing your required uniform.”

She sputtered. “What! I ditched my underwear so I could be sluttier for you! That was supposed to gain me points, not cost me!”

“Well, the contest was to be the sluttiest girl in a cheerleading uniform, not the sluttiest girl in part of a cheerleading uniform.” She wanted to snarl at him, but made herself smile, radiating understanding and apology. Lauren was such a bitch for putting her through this.

He took a long moment looking between the girls, deliberating internally, before he announced her score. “So, after the penalty, that gives you… a 9.4!” She jumped for joy—or her character did, at least—and Kylee and Evelyn hugged and congratulated her. It did actually feel a little good to win, even if the game was fake. And rigged. Damn bullshit penalties.

“So I’m on the squad?” she asked timidly, face full of feigned hope. I OWN this fucking squad, damnit!

“Hooooold on there, Trigger,” Lauren admonished. “You just won the chance to prove you’re worth testing further.”

“Oh gee golly, thanks Captain!” Taylor said. She was smiling still, if acidly. “What’s the next test?” Let’s get this over with so I can get back on the field.

“Next, we need to see if you have a real cheerleader body. You got a decent face, but what about the rest? Let’s check out the top end first.”