Forced To Be A Cheerleader Novels & Stories

The marriage was only a fake setup to convince the public that they were truly betrothed and in love with each other. She laid her head on the headrest of the couch and sighed, looking around at the house that had been her home for as long as she could remember. She was going to lose it all: her claims to this house, her share of the Jones' vast estate, everything that came with the prestigious name, as her step mom Jessica had made abundantly clear. She would have to give everything up. She felt a pang of pain in her chest but quickly brushed it aside and stood up from the couch in renewed frustration. Where the hell was Lewis?!

“Oh, she’s gone to the game. The other cheerleaders too.” Oh yh. Silly me. I totally forgot about the cheerleaders leaving too. But? “Ummm….. Aren’t you supposed to be on the trip?” “My dad said my grades are not enough to sign the permission slip from the school. I have to study with the other nerds.” She scrunch’s her nose and sneers at the few students who are in the classroom. Like it’s their fault she’s not allowed to go. “In case you wanted to talk about the video, you can call her. Although, I think she deserves that. Those cold ass bitches deserve worse. This is little compared to what they really deserve.” Her eyes turn hard with hatred. Wow

"Vivian, don't make me do this. If you don't kneel, you can kiss your legs goodbye." The bodyguards closed in, grabbed my shoulders and forced me down. I struggled wildly. My hair came undone, making me look like a madwoman. Crack. My knees slammed onto the floor, shards of glass digging into my flesh. Blood instantly stained the white fabric of my dress, the pain seeping deep. But I didn't cry out. I continued to glare at Lorenzo. "Enough!" Just as I was being forced to bow, an elderly figure rushed forward. It was Uncle Carl.

We walked out of the elevator. We stepped out from the building and into Lora's limo. Drinking and driving is not a good combination, and after what happened I don't want to risk it. ~~~ Normally I love shopping. But shopping with Lora while she is trying to cheer me up... Now that is another thing. She has dragged me into every store she could. And in every store, she refused to leave until I bought at least three items. Well, originally it was ten but after a lot of whines and threats, she obliged.

He relished in the thrill of the chase, the excitement of the conquest, and the power he felt as he held her attention. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the screen as he revisited their exchanges. The playful banter, the shared laughter, and the subtle hints of desire all fed into his ego. It was a temporary escape from the chaos that had consumed his family, a fleeting pleasure that provided a reprieve from the weight of his own actions.

, Valerie said "You don't get it, do you? You didn't even talk to me before making the decision and you always do that. You make decisions without consulting me, sometimes I feel like I'm just your manager and not your best friend", Megan said with a thin voice "I'm sorry Meg, I didn't realize how much of a jerk I've been to you. I consider you my best friend...you're the only one I have in this world aside from Uncle Charles and I don't want to lose you. I promise to talk to you first before making any decision. Can you forgive me", Valerie pleaded with a pout

“Today’s what they call the unveil. They basically introduce new cheerleaders to the entire school. I’m scared I might make a mistake and ruin the routine. “Oh darling! You look amazing. And I think you’ll nail it. oh I wish I could come see you, but I guess it’ll be weird to have your boss’s wife out for something like that. Plus I made plans with Wynona today.” “That’s fine, Mae, maybe you can come to the next game? If I didn’t flop cheerleading in this one.” “It’s a deal then.” I affirmed. “And you can do this.” “So can you.” She countered. “I don’t have a choice.” “Running away scared is always available.” “Well we’re not doing it.” I offered to drive her to school and she accepted. “You

Yeah, no. Before I could turn the other way, she grabbed my hand and tugged me forward. I couldn't protest because it would be a waste of time. "Hey, it's Zayne," work on your whispering, girls. Or maybe I just had quite a hearing. I sighed when the cheerleaders did what most teenage girls would. They pump up their chests and pull their top down to expose their tits. Irritating.

It didn’t help that she could still remember the outline of his sculpted body. Staring now, his clothes did little to accentuate how built he actually was. Damn it, she was getting all distracted these days. “I’m sorry, sir,” She said, emotionless and curt. “Being the head cheerleader of Silver Lake’s cheer squad means I tend to have my schedule full more often than not.” “In summary, cheer activities have made avoiding me much easier.” Her breath hitched, eyes narrowing. “Why would I ignore you?” “You tell me,” He leaned forward, face frighteningly close to her. “Why deflect from the elephant in the room?”

I mean, they work out religiously, they understand discipline, and, if they’re any good, they work well as a team. Oh, and let’s get real, their bodies are fucktastic. All those tight ends and muscled abs make me drool and drip, if you know what I mean. But for me, one just isn’t enough. In high school I fucked the jocks — I was the head cheerleader so that was sort of a prerequisite, right? — but even as they were pumping their cocks into my tight teenage pussy, I ached to be filled even more. I wanted more cocks at once! At first I was ashamed.