Cheerleaders Secret II
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I must have looked like a lost little child. Like Dorothy
when she landed in the land of Oz. Here I was, all excited
about my first Varsity Cheerleader slumber party, expecting
to laugh, tell stories and talk about boys all night.
Instead I wind up watching one of my new friends use the
assistant principal's face to wipe her feet on. And far
from being upset, he now willingly is on his hands and knees
so that she can use him as her chair. And it all seemed
so..so natural. Weird. I had absolutely no idea what was
going to happen next.
"I think its time to show Kelly the Book of Correction"
Heather said while getting to her feet. She turned to
Jennifer, who seemed totally relaxed sitting on Waller's
back. "Jenn, you're going to have to put him away." Heather
made a dismissive wave, turned into the hallway and opened
up a closet door. "Would you mind putting him in here while
we open the Book?"
Jennifer got up off Waller's back, but he barely moved,
simply craning his neck to look up at the girl who had now
used him as a punching bag, a doormat and a chair. She took
him by the collar and said "Lets go, this way" and started
leading him, still on his hands and knees, towards Heather
and the open closet. Then Jennifer turned to me.
"Only we cheerleaders are allowed to see the Book. Thats
the rule. So I have to put him in here for awhile." She
then ordered the man to crawl into Heather's guest closet,
which he did without a hint of complaint. I thought of all
the times that I had seen Mr. Waller in the hallways and had
made sure to act polite and respectful. Now I was watching
as Jennifer stood over him, ordering him to crawl into a
dark closet. He seemed totally unable to defy her will. It
was quite a sight. Soon enough, he was in the closet, again
looking up at Jennifer, who looked down at him with total
"Oh, what the heck. Let me get him a toy or something" she
said, walking over to her overnight bag. She rummaged
through it for a second before pulling out a pair of
slightly worn Reeboks. She left one shoe in the bag and
took the other to the closet, where Waller still knelt with
rapt attention. When he saw her standing in front of him
with the shoe he began making little yelps, like a puppy.
It was actually sort of cute, in a bizarre way. She placed
the shoe on the ground before him. He stared at in intently
but did not move.
"See what you get for being such a well behaved little boy?"
her words carried both derision and compassion. "Okay, when
I close the door, you can sniff, but NOT lick my Reebok. I
went jogging in them today, you lucky duck you!"
Waller looked up at her. He seemed to be breathing heavily.
"Tha..Thank you, Ms. Jennifer. Thank you for your act of
"You're very welcome, Wally. See how much better things go
for you when you show proper respect? Now remember,
sniffing only!" and with that she closed the door and left
the man alone in the dark with her freshly worn running
* * *
No sooner had Jennifer closed the closet door than Heather
returned carrying the "Book of Correction", which turned out
to be a rather innocuous looking photo album. I had
expected something more impressive. Bonnie Yam, the only
Asian girl on the squad, got up from sitting next to me and
Heather sat down with the book. She held it in her lap and
then turned to me, looking me in the eye quite seriously.
"Kelly, I'm sure what you just saw must seem rather odd, and
you must be wondering exactly what is going on. It will
help, I think, if I put it in the long term context of what
it means to be a cheerleader at Jefferson. For years, we
have worked hard to perfect our art, training hard to do the
routines to perfection, and also to keep our bodies as
athletic and attractive as possible. We don't mean any harm
to anyone, we just ask to be respected for our
accomplishments the way the guys on the squad are. Instead,
we get treated like we are sub human...sub human lust
objects." She scrunched up her face a bit to emphasize the
word 'lust', as if it was some useless, wasteful thing that
did nothing but bother her. Then she continued in a
carefully moderated tone, the kind guidance counselors use.
"So, for a long time we put up with this silly treatment
from the men on campus, trying to ignore them as best we
could. We endured the long stares, hard glances and
uncalled for comments. Then, about five years ago,
Jennifer's sister Laurie had had enough, and she found the
courage to confront Mr. Shain, the history teacher, and a
major offender. She stayed after class, and when they were
alone she asked him to explain exactly why he stared at her
chest all day in class, why he would always find a way to
circle behind her in the hall and crane his neck to see her
behind, why he would stand at the base of the stairs and
make believe he was waiting for someone while she walked up
a flight in her mini skirt. Why, she asked him. Please
explain, she said."
"My sister was always taught to confront difficult
situations, not run away" Jennifer continued the story. She
had a very direct way of addressing things. She told me
that Shain just started shaking and was unable to talk. The
harder she stared him in the eyes, the more he shook. There
were almost tears in his eyes. And the harder he shook, the
more assured and comfortable Laurie felt. Finally, after
all the months of being made uncomfortable by his behavior,
*he* was the one being made uncomfortable -- and the thing
that was making him uncomfortable was the inner strength of
someone he regarded as a simple object of perverted lust."
"Finally," Jennifer stared directly at me and the rest of
the girls grew totally silent, "Finally, she felt sorry for
the sweating, shaking pitiful man in front of her and she
just said 'Oh, just apologize, thats probably all you can do
that at this point.' But he couldn't even do that. Laurie
said it was like a magical moment. Suddenly, Shain got on
his knees before her and only then was he able to
communicate. He did apologize, saying he was overwhelmed by
her beauty and youthful sexuality. He was sort of groveling
before her. And she absolutely loved it. He confessed to
everything and begged her to forgive him. It was the first
time in a long time that my sister actually felt comfortable
in front of one of those guys, and it was because he was on
his knees in front of her confessing his sins and begging
her forgiveness. She felt a lot better and assumed that he
now did, too."
"Needless to say, he never bothered her again. When he saw
her in the hall he nodded hello quickly and then looked down
differentially until she had passed. It was like a magic
moment. Finally, he thanked her for helping him accept her
for what she is. Now get this -- she says to him 'And I
accept you for what you are. If you wish you may kiss my
feet' and he did. And that was the start of our little
secret here. Now, Heather will show you what has become of
my sister's work."
The girls applauded respectfully at hearing Jennifer's tale,
and Heather then opened the photo album to the first page.
Although I was beginning to accept all of the new stuff by
then, what I saw still shocked me. I recognized Laurie in
the first picture. She was wearing the old cheerleading
uniform, with the polyester skirt, the knee socks and the
tank top. The resemblance to Jennifer was strong, with the
same dark, strong features, sleek arms, slim waist and firm
thighs to die for. She was a real knock out. But that
wasn't what got my attention. What got my attention was the
fact that there was a nude man, Mr Shain in fact, lying flat
on his back while Laurie stood over him with a foot on his
chest and raised pom poms in the victory cheer. It was
wild. And Shain had the same complacent look in his eyes
that Waller had earlier in the evening. Underneath the
picture was the inscription 'Thank you, Ms. Laurie, for
helping me so much. Gordon Shain, 5/22/90'.
And that wasn't all. Heather began thumbing through the
book. On its pages were similar pictures of practically
every male teacher in the school. Each one was a little
different. I saw where Joanne Merman had Mr. Benrod dressed
up like a little girl while she held up a sign that said
"Poor Pathetic Person" and pointed at him. There was a cute
one of Suzy Walton dressed up in a cowboy outfit while Mr.
Tanner was on the ground before her, completely naked and
hog tied around the wrist and ankles. Suzy stood over him
holding the end of the rope and looking proud as if she had
just roped him in a rodeo. There was one of Bev Reagan that
was obviously taken at the podium of the main lecture hall.
She was dressed up all fancy in a long skirt and business
suit. She was bending over and Mr. Miller was on his knees
behind her, kissing her butt while she looked over her
shoulder at him with a look of accomplishment. And each of
the pictures was signed and dated by the teacher involved.
I had no idea that this had been going on, that these girls
had been exerting such control over the most important male
teachers in school.
Finally, we came across the picture of Jennifer and Mr.
Waller, who was still waiting patiently in the closet,
totally occupied with her worn running shoe. Heather
explained that Jennifer felt that she should 'take down' an
assistant principal, not merely a teacher in honor of the
fifth anniversary of her sister's achievement. The picture
was taken in Mr. Waller's office, where scores of frightened
young students had been sent for detention. But this time
Jennifer was wearing cut off jeans and was sitting on his
desk, smoking a cigarette (Not allowed, of course in school)
and Waller was standing next to her, stark naked and holding
an ash tray out before her. It was as if his role was to
stand before her and just wait for her to flick the ashes at
him. It was wild.
Jennifer spoke to me directly "Now, its your turn, Kelly.
If you want to be one of us you have to do your part, help
one man out of his worthless state and at the same time
prove that you have what it takes to do the job of a
cheerleader. In one week we will make known to you the name
of the offending teacher that you are to bring down. You
then have ten days to bring him before us and demonstrate in
front of all of us that he has been shown the error of his
ways and is now ready to afford us the respect that we
deserve. Its what you have to do to be one of us. Do you
think you can do it?"
End, Chapter II. Comments and criticism greatly