TEACHER'S SLUTTY CHEERLEADER 1

Thicker or longer? What size gets the job done best?

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Danielle mumbled to herself before rolling her eyes. She still didn’t know who was behind the school’s anonymous blog but they sure were having a blast with all the latest posts.

The bass was thumping so hard that the walls seemed to breathe with it. Danielle Orion leaned against the doorway of the Silver Lake frat house, one hand on her lip while the other balanced a plastic up.

“Looking good, Dani.” A guy with a troll mask sent her a grin, eyes lingering on her barely covered chest.

She responded by wordlessly flipping her finger. His grin dropped and he quickly turned his head away sheepishly.

She was already the center of the party, and she didn’t even try. Never had to. Her costume was as naughty as she could think of.

Black latex catsuit unzipped right down to her navel. Her red lips curved into a smile that sure as hell wasn’t friendly.

All guys that stared at her looked like they wanted nothing more than to sink their teeth into her. The girls? They could barely hide their hate behind sequined masks.

“Fucking whore.”

One girl whispered to her friend as they walked past her. With a small smile, Danielle licked a drop of liquor from the rim of her cup, lifting her chin higher.

Silver Lake’s Queen Bee. She was untouchable, untamed and better than every single nobody in the room.

That was how they saw her. Good. She wanted it like that. Wanted the power and the way it made her feel invigorated.

If her parents found out she’d somehow slipped out tonight, she’d be locked in her bedroom with nothing but lectures about reputation and legacy shoved down her throat.

“Fuck that.” Danielle downed the rest of her drink, ignoring the bitter burn in her throat.

“Orion, fucking hell.”

A tall boy in a devil mask slid up beside her. She stared, eyebrows raised as if asking ‘what’. Before she could say no, he’d dropped another cup into her hand.

“Thought you might fancy another drink.” He smiled.

She sized him up. “What’s it to you?”

“What?” he chuckled. “Just making sure all the guests at our house are having fun. And it looks to me that you are.”

His friends were circling around him like sharks, fake easygoing smiles on their faces. They thought they could rattle her. She smirked, tossing her blonde hair back. Like hell she’d let them.

Still, it was hard to miss how their eyes lingered on her breast. Fuckers. No point in sparing them a second of her time.

Without a thought, she tossed everything in the cup down with one swallow. The whole world was starting to blur deliciously. By the time the second drink entered her hand, Danielle didn’t give a fuck who was watching.

She wanted to burn, dance, forget any problems existed. In between taking the third drink, she didn’t notice the glances passing between the boys, or when one of them suddenly had a key in his hands.

Not until it was too late.

Suddenly, somebody’s hand was on her waist. She raised her head to see the devil mask boy. He was laughing, saying something in her ear. What did it mean? Damn it. She could barely make sense of anything.

Her limbs were suddenly ten times heavier and all she wanted was to sleep.

“What?”

He chuckled. “I said, how about we ditch this place.”

Before she realized it, she was being steered away from the living room. Her head was throbbing really hard. So out of it, she barely noticed the bass fading in the background and the hallways growing darker.

“Where are we going?” Her voice was slurring at that point.

“Somewhere more private.” The devil mask boy again. His grip on her wrist tightened.

Next thing she knew, a soft click sound made its way to her ears. They’d shut the doors. Her nerves were messed up but she could make sense of a couple of things. A bedroom. The curtains were all drawn up. And the place reeked of sweat and stale beer.

She tried to turn. “I don’t th—”

She was roughly shoved onto the mattress. She tried to get up again but hands were pushing down on her wrist, holding her down.

“Don’t let her move again.” A gruff voice drawled.

Cold metal clinked around her wrists. Danielle blinked, still disoriented but slowly getting her senses back. When she tried to move again, her wrists were locked against the bedframe.

Her heart dropped. “What the hell—”

“Relax, Queen bee.” The devil mask boy laughed. “Thought you were untouchable, eh? Let’s sese how perfect you’d look on camera.”

Her blood ran cold. They were all gathered around her, about five of them. The predatory gleam in their eyes was clear enough. They planned on taking turns on her.

She opened her mouth to shout out a protest but no words would come out. Her whole body seemed to grow hotter, the sensation running right down to her core. The situation was terrifying. She knew damn well what situation she was in.

One girl with a bunch of guys, the door locked with her senses all messed up. They were going to take turns and no one would even know what was going on.

One of the guys got on the bed, immediately tearing the suit off her body. “Gotta get this piece of garbage out of the way.”

She shivered when the cold air hit her body. Whistles and hoots filled the room as they all took in the sight of her body.

“Queen bee for a reason.”

“Fucking hell.”

“Screw it. I’m going first.”

“Fuck no. A bet’s a bet. You’ll wait your fucking turn.”

Danielle’s attempts at tugging at the chains were weak and barely even amounted to anything. They were looking at her body. Her naked body. The thought of it was nauseating…and oddly erotic. The heat in her core was a start contrast to the different scenarios running through her head.

Why wouldn’t her body just cooperate?

“C—Cold.” She whined, voice coming out drawled.

Every single one of her senses should be trembling with fear. Hell, she should be desperately fighting to get out of those chains.

Rough hands grabbed her thighs and she felt one of the guys bury his nose in her panties. “Ugh..shit.”

He took another particularly deep breath before licking a long strip down her clothed pussy. “I can already taste her. Someone’s eager.”

She didn’t even realize when the whine left her lips. The more she tried to make sense of everything happening, the harder her clit continued to throb. Both of her nipples were harder than ever before. One of the guy’s hands moved to massage her breast.

“You won’t be cold for too long,” He chuckled, lips curving into something dark.

He turned back, motioning his head to the side a little. Another of the guys pulled of sideways and took out his phone.

“Let’s see if you’d still have your crown on by the time we’re through with you.”