THE CHEERLEADER: CHAPTER 1, CAUGHT IN THE LOCKER ROOM

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009


They say that getting on the cheerleading squad can change your life … well, it certainly changed mine!

I was just over sixteen, and a pretty cute little number if I say so myself. Not too tall, at 5 foot 4 inches, quite slim, but getting the curves that were getting the looks. I always had a really good ass – I had slim, boyish hips, and it jutted out behind and bounced along nicely when I walked, especially in my favourite tight blue jeans or cut-off denim shorts. Now I was filling out up front to match it, as my chest went from desert plateau to a nice pair of rounded and pointy hills. I’m a natural blonde (lucky me), which then I kept in a pony tail – between that and my bum flouncing along, plenty of heads would turn after I went past. I was also quite sporty and energetic, kept myself fit, and had a smooth complexion with a natural healthy glow.

With all this, I had rated my chances of getting picked for the junior cheerleading squad pretty highly, and was disappointed when I just missed out in the trials at the start of the new school year. However, I was first reserve and three weeks later, when Amy broke her ankle badly and was going to be out for three months, the coach called me into the squad. This was Ms Gretzke; she was in her early 30s, very fit and trim – she had been an athlete when younger, and had won medals at state level and competed nationally. She was the senior coach, and took personal charge of our female sports teams as well as the senior and junior cheer squads. Ms Gretzke had a brisk and decisive way of doing things, but also a warm and interested manner, and she was popular in the school. She was medium height and had black hair which she kept trimmed above her collar; you nearly always saw her either wearing a jogging suit or a short sports skirt.

Ms Gretzke had a strict ‘no boyfriends’ rule for the senior girls’ teams and both the cheer squads. She said that the training, matches and competitions (the last two of which involved quite a bit of travelling, often with an over-night stay somewhere) required a lot of commitment in time and energy, and that it was important that our school work and grades did not suffer – so there was not room for a heavy social life as well. She said she would not have training messed up by absentees or matches lost because girls were tired out or hung-over. It seemed to make sense and no one questioned it, I think mainly because we were a very sports-oriented school, with a high reputation in our state. All our teams were very competitive and there was a lot of silverware exhibited in the school trophy cabinet to show the rewards of their efforts – and that included the cheerleaders, in fact the senior squad had been state champions or runner-up for three of the last five years.

So, when Ms Gretzke offered me the vacancy on the cheerleading squad, it was really a formality to check that I knew and agreed to the rule. I was happy to reassure her, because in truth I was glad to have a way out from the pressure for dating. The boys had become more interested in me – even a bit pushy – since my figure began filling out, and I wasn’t really that keen; in fact, I was still a virgin. She also said I needed to catch up to learn the routines, as she wanted me in the squad for next Saturday’s important match with one of our main rivals. It was arranged that I would stay after school on Wednesday for an hour, and she would give me a special coaching session. This went well, and Ms Gretzke was encouraging and friendly. I was enjoying the unusual experience of it being just the two of us, as she showed me the moves; she had put on her own copy of our cheerleader outfit, but when she did some of the handstands I saw with interest that instead of the regulation neat and plain white panties that we girls wore with the uniform, she had rather skimpy thong-shaped black panties. I was sorry when the training session came to an end, but she gave me a warm smile and ushered me to the door that led from the gym to the small female locker-room that was reserved for the teams and cheer squads. She told me to take a shower and get changed, and then – as the whole school was by now deserted and quiet – I would need to come to her office, and she would let me out of the building.

As I went through into the locker room, it seemed natural enough to hear Ms Gretzke close and bolt the door behind me. However, I only went a couple of faltering steps further, because the changing room was not empty at all – three of the girls from the senior hockey team were there. To my consternation, two of them were lounging against the door that led out into the hallway, so I could not just slip past them and leave. They were eighteen years old, and all three were big girls – tall, at least 5 feet 9 inches, probably more. They had the fit and well-toned look of those who exercise a lot; I don’t mean they looked like body-builders or anything like that, in fact they had good figures, but it was obvious that any one of them was much stronger than me.

Our school drew on different communities, and its sports ethos had helped to avoid a lot of ethnic tensions, so it wasn’t a surprise that these three team-mates were from varied backgrounds. The girl leaning against the door on the right was Roberta, a black beauty with rich chocolate-coloured skin, dark brown eyes, pouty lips and thick glossy curly hair. She was the tallest and heaviest built of the three, and also had the biggest bust – in fact, she was one of the best-endowed seniors in the school. Next to her on the left was a more willowy Hispanic girl called Mercedes; she had straight black hair tied in a ponytail, and there was just a hint of meanness or cruelty in the sardonic way that she was inspecting me. The third girl, leaning against the batch of lockers near the archway that led into the shower area, was the team captain, Julia. She was white, with brown hair that was mostly dyed blonde and cut fairly short, in a slightly spiky style. All three were wearing their team kit, which consisted of a short navy blue sports skirt and a short-sleeve top in stripes of blue and white. As they looked appraisingly at me, I started to feel self-conscious and a bit nervous. They were two years’ ahead of me, and I hardly knew them except by name – but they had the reputation of being tough ruthless bitches on the playing field. I must have looked pale with surprise and doubt, and I think I gave a bit of a whimper.

‘Don’t mind us’, said their captain lightly; ‘we just like to come down here when it’s quiet – you just carry on’, she added, giving me an anticipatory smile. Roberta grinned, whilst Mercedes gave a short laugh that made me still more uncomfortable. Fortunately, my locker was on the far side of the room from where Julia was leaning, and I opened it and began – reluctantly – to take off my cheerleader outfit. I was very proud of it, and this had been my first time to wear it – our style was white plastic boots to a couple of inches below the knee, and then a two-piece skirt and top in blue, with white edging and white flashes in the pleats of the short skirt. Turning my back to the room, I swiftly shrugged out of the top and then, with more hesitation, slipped the skirt over my hips, down my legs and stepped out of it. I still had my back to my audience, but of course when I bent down to pick up the skirt, this meant that I stuck my peachy ass invitingly out at them. I realised this when one of them – I think Roberta – gave an appreciative low whistle, whilst Julia commented: ‘very nice, very nice indeed.’ Now just in the boots and my own plain white bra and panties, I paused for a moment, blushing and hoping they would just leave. But they didn’t, and so I had no option but to keep going. I kept my back to them, and first sat on the bench and pulled off my boots; then I stood up and quickly unclipped my bra, and tugged down my panties. As soon as I was naked, I reached for my towel – only to find that Julia had picked it up, and was waiting for me.

‘Let’s see how the newest recruit shapes up’, she smiled; ‘give us a twirl, then’. I knew I had no option but to obey – I needed to keep it pleasant, as I was a bit afraid of annoying them and I certainly could not fight them. So I tried to cover my tits with one hand and put the other over my pussy, and did a rather quick full turn-around – but it was enough to see that they were all regarding me intently, as if I was a specimen on a microscope slide.