Mesmerizing the Cheerleaders (Magical Mesmerism) (2 page)

Monica was becoming...well, she
didn’t know what she was becoming. Scared? Maybe a little? Was this how it felt
for others when she seemed not to care about what they said?

“Miss Fellows—Joanna, I don’t understand. Who is that man in
your desk? Why is he here?”

“This is Master Daniel, darling. Isn’t he wonderful?”

The man—Daniel—banged his hand
down on the desk.

“Unbelievable. All the hell you gave me, and you don’t
recognize me.” He shook his head, clearly getting mad. “That’s...that’s mind
boggling, it really is. You just hand out abuse like candy, don’t you? Someone
needs to do something about that.”

Monica arched an eyebrow. She
could smell it now, the sex in the air. Was it his, or Joanna’s? Both? That
was...that was disgusting, was what it was.

Sex. Ick.

“Is that a threat?”

He laughed, hanging his head
back. Then he just sort of stayed there, as if he was enjoying something long
and thorough, something perfectly executed. His hand went over to Joanna’s
hair, alternating between strokes and tugs.

For the first time, Monica
noticed Joanna’s arm movements, her hand pumping underneath the desk. How close
she was sitting to Daniel. How she stared at him with complete adoration,
unless he motioned with a finger for her attention to be on Monica.

Monica was no stranger to sex.
It was an excellent way to control men. She had never gone all the way, of
course, but she had given out her fair share of handies and blowjobs. She could
only promise them for money and favors so much, after all, without delivering.

Mostly, she didn’t enjoy it.
Sex was a means to an end—but she enjoyed that end, power, so very much.

“Joanna, are you...are you giving him a
handjob
?”

Now caught, Joanna seemed just
to speed up her efforts, staring into Daniel’s face

“Of course I am, dear. He deserves it, for working so hard
and being so wonderful. Isn’t he wonderful? Say how wonderful he is, Monica. Do
it with me. You’ll really enjoy it, I promise. I didn’t think I would at first,
but he showed me how wrong I was. He’s so good like that.”

She stroked his hair, kissing
his face just a bit. Her eyes full of worshipful zeal, the kind that Monica had
only seen in Joanna’s face before when she had been discussing new cheering
routines.

“B-but you have a husband! A little girl!”

“Oh, them. I don’t really care about them. Master said I
could divorce that fat lout and stick him with the child. At least until she’s
old enough for Master to take, just like he took me and he’s going to take you!
By that time I’ll probably be too old to fuck him good enough anyway, so I’ll
have a perfect replacement on the way already. Isn’t that great?”

“Shut up already,” said Daniel, putting a hand on the back
of her head.

Joanna nodded happily and
gracefully slid down between his legs. Monica didn’t have to use much of her
imagination to understand what she was doing. The hot, loud slurping sounds
required very little thought to fill in the blanks. A long flush crept up over
Daniel’s face. Apparently, Joanna was very good at being on her knees.

“Look babe. You gave me hell every day that you saw me in
school. Which was, you might recall, a whole lot.”

“Oh...
oh
.”

Monica remembered now. A boy
in the class ahead of her. She would order up her boyfriends to dump their
lunches on him, or beat him up outside the cheerleader’s locker room, or prank
call him and tell him to show up at Make Out Point by himself, whereupon she or
one of her boyfriends would slash his tires. It was easy to forget doing things
like that when she did them so very often to nearly everyone.

And now he had...he had somehow
convinced Joanna Fellows to suck him off in front of a student.

Drugs. It must have been
drugs. Right? Well, she wasn’t going to take any, by god!

Monica, horrified, stood up
and starting walking out.

“I have to...I have to go!” she said loudly, panic tinging her
voice.

“Wait a second,” he said, holding up Joanna’s hand, bent a little backwards. In
it was a shiny gold watch. “You’ve got to watch this for a minute before you
leave.”

“I don’t have to—”

Then an odd low humming sound
began, and Monica couldn’t look away. Bliss poured out from the watch, and her
brain turned turned off and her vile personality melted away.

* *
* * *

“I
’m sorry I’m late, everybody.”

Sweet eighteen year-old
Valerie rushed through the double doors of the locker room, head down, not
wanting to look at anybody. She hated being late. It embarrassed her terribly.
Practice was supposed to start at ten thirty in the morning, but everyone was
expected to be dressed and ready by ten for the Coach’s daily pep talk, which
meant arriving around nine-thirty most of the time. Even so, most of the girls
got there at eight or even earlier, warming up and watching videos. It was
ten-twenty, and Valerie felt horrible.

“That’s all right,” every cheerleader said in unison. “We
are all on time for service, all the time.”

Valerie wasn’t sure what to
make of all those eighteen year-old lovelies chanting that sort of thing all at
once. Certainly it was part of their job description to chant, but it seemed
odd they would do it on her arrival. She also wasn’t sure to make of the fact
that every girl was grouped up with at least one other teammate, often two,
sitting down together and engaging in all kinds of licentious activities.

Each deliciously hot girl was
in underwear. Many were kissing each other. Others had escalated well beyond
kissing, into full-on tit-grabbing and pussy-stroking.

She watched the gorgeous slim
redheaded Darla sit in the lap of busty Asian Cecilia, kissing her
passionately, like her life depended on it. Then tall, amazonian Debbie tapped
Darla on the shoulder.

“That’s good, babe,” said Debbie, her voice quiet and
breathy, like she was afraid of disturbing someone nearby. “You really know how
to use your tongue. But make sure you’re grinding properly. He’ll like it so
much better if you’re paying attention to his big fat cock. Here,”

Darla slipped aside to let
Debbie sit down on Cecilia, where Debbie ground her hot, wet snatch into
Cecilia’s needy lap expertly. Darla, her eyes blank and almost lifeless, nodded
thoughtfully.

“Oh yes,” Darla said, her voice also a hot, breathy moan. “I
see now.”

Valerie would have left, then,
like a normal person, except the whole scene had her horribly turned on. Her
bisexuality was no secret to herself. If the entirety of the cheerleading
locker room had collectively decided to give in to their hot lesbian desires at
once, she was certainly in favor of it.

Although...why had they
mentioned a “he?” Were they practicing for someone?

That would be pretty hot too.
It was quite warm in the locker room, so all these young eighteen year-old
beauties who were happily adoring each other’s tight, sexy bodies were
beginning to be covered in sweat. Their bras and panties were all becoming
casually see-through. Valerie certainly wanted to practice some kissing
drills—maybe with that tart Monica who could never shut her evil trap—and so
she began to strip down.

In her underwear, around all
these other pantie-and-bra clad beauties, Valerie felt right at home.
Surrounded by so many hot, young, athletic bodies, there was little to not be
turned on by. All of the beauty and power of the school was concentrated right
here in this very room, and each of these girls seemed compelled by something
much greater than themselves.

She knew that she fit in with
all the overwhelming volume of beauty in the small, sweaty room. Her blond hair
was long and perfectly styled, her body lean, her breasts a considerable D cup
that fit perfectly on her long frame, and her face was strikingly beautiful.
She was gifted with plush, pink lips, bright green eyes, and wonderfully shaped
cheekbones that made her face soft without seeming plump, and angled without
seeming harsh.

She was not tall, though not
short—romantically, she liked to think of herself as the perfect kissing height
for her neighbor, Daniel, who she had had a terrible crush on for several years
now.

That crush being denied and
unsurfaced for so long, she had felt like she should at least explore her
sexuality a little—she had no interest in other boys, who all seemed such bores
when compared to Daniel, but other girls were free game as far as she was
concerned.

So what was happening in the
locker room right now excited her quite a bit. She looked from one kissing
couple to another, hot strings of lust tugging at her pussy.

Still, she felt like she
should get a little more information about what was happening.

Sitting on a bench near the
water fountains were Angela and Lindsay, two lovely bleach blond babes who
could have nearly been twins, locked lips happily, moaning into each and ever
little lick and purr.

“Um, girls?”

No response.

“Are you...girlfriends, now? I’m really cool with that, but
I’m just sort of...I mean, you’re being really open about it. Everyone is.”

“We’re doing kissing drills,” they cooed together, each
gasping for breath. “Would you like to join us? Cheerleaders are required to be
extra good at kissing, in case we are called to premium service.”

Valerie bit her lip, rather
tempted. Kissing both Angela and Lindsay at the same time?

Um, yes please.

She licked her lips a little,
running her hands along Angela’s big, perfect tits. Angela just moaned and
stared up at her with the promise that if Valerie tried, there would be more
moaning, more squeezing, and lots of hot, wet kissing.

Wow, wow. Oh wow.

Valerie wanted this. She
wanted this almost as much as she wanted Daniel. She had been waiting for him
to ask her out ever since becoming a dating age, after growing up with him
living across the street. If there was anyone she wanted to spend the rest of
her life with, she knew automatically it was him.

She slid down one long leg
into their joined lap, smiling. Their eyes were vacant and empty, but for these
two, that was sort of par for the course.

She slid her lips forward into
Lindsay’s face, pleasantly surprised at the hot, easy wetness that was waiting
there for her. Valerie hadn’t kissed anyone before—saving herself for Daniel
entirely.

As they kissed, Valerie mused
in the back of her mind about how cool it was to be a cheerleader. Valerie
wasn’t sure why exactly she had become a cheerleader. She did it, at first, to
kind of throw it in their faces, all these stuck-up bitches thinking they ran the
school.

For three long years, they had
laughed at her, pushed her aside in hallways, or sneered at her as she got
straight As in every class.

At the end of last year, after
a particularly humiliating incident with a water bottle and the entire wrestling
team, a lightning bolt of inspiration struck Valerie.

Why not become a cheerleader?

Why not become the
best
cheerleader?

She could do it for herself
and for Daniel. Certainly, all those bitches had made his life hell while he
was at school. Once she was the very best cheerleader, she would run them just
how Monica did, and force them to apologize to him.

So, she spent all summer
learning all she could about make up and fashion, knowing she had to look the
part perfectly. Her blond hair, once an unkempt broken tangle of threads, was
now flawless and shiny, like woven gold. By paying attention to her diet, her
skin cleared up, her tummy flattened, and her eyes started to gain a luscious
green luster that wasn’t there before.

Lindsay kissed her hard, harder,
as Angela’s face moved down to Valerie’s perfect abs, licking the soft muscles
there. At the local gym, over the summer, she had taken two gymnastics classes
and three other workout classes simultaneously. Her body became hard with sexy,
luscious musculature.

And at the back of her mind,
through all this work, she thought—maybe this will make Daniel finally notice
me again.

They had drifted away when he
made it to high school. One year older than her, he just got caught up too much
in his studies—and he was even more distant once he made it to college. Even
then, when they would hang out during his time at home, he seemed distant, like
his mind was a million miles away.

So at the end of the summer,
she had lost forty pounds and looked like a supermodel princess. She rather
liked it. Lately, she had found herself really quite enjoying all the attention
she was getting.

Boys gave her gifts. Other
girls asked her opinion. Teachers didn’t mind if she stopped turning in work.
It was wonderful what showing a little skin got her.

She especially enjoyed driving
Monica nuts with her show of innocence about her own beauty. Girls like Monica
only cared about status and beauty—it was fun to throw it in their faces every
once in a while.

“Valerie,” said a breathy voice over the intercom. “You’re
being called to service, dear.”

A long, jealous moan rose up
from all the girls. Angela and Lindsay both stopped kissing her, retreating
obediently.

“I’m so jealous,” said Angela.

“So very jealous,” said Lindsay. “You’ll get to be with
him
now.”

Just the thought of “him,”
whoever it was, drove Angela and Lindsay to start kissing each other again once
Valerie had stood up completely, their fingers diving into each other’s soaking
cunts.

Valerie stopped by in front of
the locker room mirror before popping into the office—her hair looked a bit
tangled from Angela’s strokes, but still flirty and sexy. Her plain white
t-shirt and panties did nothing to hide how excitingly young and hot her body
was. Whoever was in charge here, he would be sure to want Valerie.