Latin Cheerleader
I was new to the cheerleading squad, and our team, a pro ball team,
demanded the best looking girls. I was surprised I made it, since I don’t
consider myself that good looking. True, I’ve never had trouble finding
guys, and my figure is pretty good but not perfect. It took about three
days to find out who the bitches were, and who the friendly girls were.
Names here have been changed to protect us all.
Our costumes consisted of scanty wisps of nylon, and small shorts, or
long dance leotards that hugged our bodies close. You HAD to be in shape,
else every little bulge or flabby spot would show. Terry, a bitchy blonde
who’d originally given me bad advice constantly griped about wearing
skimpy costumes just to give the guys in the audience a thrill. She kept
saying that she’d rather fuck a bull than most of the sports fan slobs. (more…)