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The story is set in the cheerleaders changerooms of a college. Everyone is 18 years old.
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As I turned the corner, the sudden absence of students in the changing rooms caught my attention, prompting me to accelerate into action. The air in the girls’ changing room was dense and heavy, a potent mixture of musk, deodorant, and the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. It’s a place that’s rarely deserted for long, so I knew I had to act quickly if I wanted to take advantage of this rare moment of privacy to change.
I slung my bag down onto one of the benches and immediately pulled my cheerleading top up over my head. Next I ungracefully yanked down my skirt and tossed it to the side of my bag. I momentarily stopped undressing to open my bag and get my change of clothes ready to put on so that I wouldn’t have to be fully naked for very long. Then I slipped my fingers under the elastics of my sports bra and pulled it up over my head. The stench of sweat briefly infiltrated my nostrils before I threw it on the pile of clothes. As I went to grab my clean bra I heard the door to the changerooms open and the all too familiar sound of bitchy gossip fill the room.
Without evening looking I knew from their voices that this was Lauren, Olivia and Naomi. The popular bitches with their all powerful bitch queen Lauren. Their lives were the talk of everyone. Who were they dating, what exercise routine they were on, what media they liked. They could pick and choose whom they thought were cool and with word of mouth bycasino they soon would be.
I had turned away, my back arched towards the door, my sweat soaked panties clung to my skin as I struggled to fasten my clean bra. At first they didn’t notice me. They rummaged through their handbags, pulling out compacts and lipsticks, their eyes focused on their reflections in the mirror. It was Lauren who was the first to break the routine, turning around to lean against the bench, her hand outstretched towards Olivia in a silent demand for the small bottle of liquor she carried. It was then that she noticed me standing in the corner, my body glistening with sweat.
Lauren’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she spoke, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t stinky Stacy.” She shot a mischievous grin at her two friends, who turned to face me in the corner. “I heard a little rumour that you’ve been running your mouth about me, Liv and Nami here. What was it, Liv?”
Olivia rolled her eyes and replied, “Bitches.”
Lauren nodded, her expression serious. “Ah, yes. Bitches. Now, why would stinky Stacy feel the need to lie to the new students about us being bitches?”
My voice trembled as I replied, “I’m sorry, Lauren. I don’t know why I said those things. I was wrong. It won’t happen again.” I continued to fumble with my bra, not daring to meet their eyes.
“See, there’s a problem there. If you’re the sort of person who would bad mouth us behind our backs, then you’re probably also the sort of person to lie to my face.” She began to advance towards me, her two friends bycasino giris flanking me on either side.
“No I’m not” I pleaded but it was too late.
Lauren’s smug expression morphed into a menacing glare as she leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving me. The room seemed to shrink as Lauren’s presence grew larger, her shadow swallowing me whole. The air was thick with anticipation, the only sound being the distant hum of the school outside. Lauren’s hand reached out, her fingers brushing against my trembling shoulder. The touch was light, almost gentle, but the threat was clear. My breath hitched in my throat as Lauren’s grip tightened, her nails digging into my skin. With a sudden jerk, Lauren shoved me to the cold tiled floor, her smug expression returning as she towered over her.
Lauren turned to her friends, a smug expression on her face. “Do you believe her, Liv? How about you, Nami?”
Olivia shook her head, her expression cold. “Nope.”
Naomi echoed her friend’s sentiment. “Can’t say I do.”
“A bitch is a dirty dog, sleeping in the streets, pissing on everything, and scratching at fleas. If I were a bitch, I’d have to meet those criteria, wouldn’t I, Stinky Stacy?”
I tried to move away, but Olivia and Naomi grabbed me by the arms, holding me in place. Lauren continued to approach me, her eyes gleaming with malice.
“Unfortunately, I’m not prepared to sleep in the streets, and I’m far too clean to ever attract fleas. But, maybe, since you already think I’m a bitch, I could work with the peeing on anything,” Lauren bycasino giriş finished, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
Lauren quickly pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, hiking up her skirt with one hand. With the other, she grabbed at my hair, pulling my face close to her wet folds. She rubbed herself all over my face, her moans filling the air.
“Mmm, take all of my scent. A dog must mark its territory after all,” she purred, tossing her head back in pleasure.
I tried to protest, but it was too late. The warm liquid spilled forth onto my face, covering my head in a golden stream. I gagged as some of it slipped into my mouth, the salty taste overwhelming.
All the while Oliva and Naomi held me in place as I tried to squirm away, their own panties becoming damp under their skirts as they watched the scene unfold. While already intense, Luaren’s fingers began to move quicker on her clit as her stream died down and came to a dribble. Her moans became more frequent until she finally let out a little cry as she pushed out a little bit of squirt.
I sat there in a puddle of piss. My own panties are drenched now not only with my sweat but also Luaren’s pee. She let go of my head and stumbled back a bit, sitting down on the wooden bench to recover from her orgasm.
“Look at you now, Stacy,” Lauren smirked, a wicked glint in her eyes. She picked up her discarded panties and dabbed them in the puddle of pee. Grabbing my chin, she yanked my mouth open and stuffed the wet panties inside.
“Swallow it all, darling,” she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. I gagged as the salty taste filled my mouth, my eyes watering as I fought for breath. Lauren and her friends erupted in laughter, their own panties soaked with arousal.
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