This story is not an endorsement of the sexual habits or practices
contained.  If you are offended by graphic sexual descriptions or
are under the age of 18, do not read further...






                   CHEERLEADER FOR HIRE


by: tomcat7@concentric.net



                         CHAPTER 1


   Kathy Dawson had an attractive figure, and she knew it.  The
16-year-old sophomore's body was budding into a young woman.  Her 5'7"
frame was beginning to become more shapely, and she looked in the
school bathroom mirror, admiring herself in her new cheerleading
uniform.
   Kathy was excited about making the Madison High J.V. squad for
the second year, and this afternoon's football game would be the
first opportunity for her to show off her new outfit.
   She wore a long-sleeved sweater, white on the top half and
bright red on the bottom half, with two thin horizontal red stripes
just above the color change on both the torso and sleeves.  The red
letters "MHS" adorned her chest, just above the stripes, and the
sweater had a V-neck with a white collar.
   Her skirt was scarlet red, with eight inverted white pleats.
Kathy had ordered it with a shorter length than most of the other
girls, because she liked it that way.  It hung sweetly on her
darling teen tush, barely covering those sweet ass cheeks and
showing off her lovely, firm thighs.
   Kathy's calves were encased in matching red kneesocks, with
three thin white stripes ringing the top of them.  Red and white
saddle shoes finished the delightful ensemble.
   The young cheerleader smiled sweetly to herself.  Her
peaches-and-cream complexion and girl-next-door looks made her the
object of desire.  Her long brown hair was pulled back to the sides
by two red and white-checkered hair ribbons.
   Kathy reached under the hem of her little cheerleading skirt and
pulled her tight, red cheer panties into position.  Unlike the
other girls she cheered with, Kathy would never wear her cheer
panties over her regular panties.  She felt it was too bulky, so
she simply wore the cheer panties alone.
   Kathy was a virgin, but she yearned for love.  For some strange
reason, she felt herself attracted to adult men more than the boys
at school.
   Her mother, divorced ten years before, had brought men home
frequently, and Kathy had secretly watched as these men would make
love to her mom.  She would imagine what it would be like to feel
a man's penis in her body or in her mouth.  What would it taste
like?
   She quickly left the washroom and headed for her last class of
the day.  It was sex education, and her teacher, Mrs. Johnson, was
one of the most popular at school.  She was in her early 40's, but
she had an attractive figure and related to the kids very well.
   It was one class that Kathy found very entertaining.  On this
particular day, she noticed that Mrs. Johnson made eye contact with
her more than usual.  When the bell rang, Kathy gathered her books
and stood up to leave the classroom.
   "Kathy, may I see you for a minute?" asked Mrs. Johnson.
   "Sure, Mrs. Johnson," she answered, walking toward her desk.
   The other students filtered out the door, leaving the two of
them alone.
   "Kathy," Mrs. Johnson began, "you were very good at the pep
rally earlier today."
   "Thank you, ma'am."
   Mrs. Johnson smiled.
   "You were trying to get the guys to notice you, weren't you,
Kathy?" she inquired.
   "Why?" Kathy asked.
   "Because you exaggerated your dance movements.  You were showing
off your panties for the guys."
   Kathy blushed, because she knew the teacher was right.
   "Well, maybe..." she admitted.
   "It's okay, Kathy.  You're just looking for some sexual
attention.  It's perfectly normal," Mrs. Johnson told her.
   "It is?" the young cheerleader asked.
   "Sure.  Kathy, are you a virgin?"
   Kathy sheepishly nodded.
   "Do you want to be a virgin?"
   "Not really, ma'am.  A lot of my friends are having sex
already."
   "I see..."
   Mrs. Johnson looked Kathy in the eyes.
   "How would you like to have a guy make love to you, Kathy?"
   "It would be nice, I think," Kathy answered, smiling.
   "I see.  Hey, today's my husband's birthday, and I was wondering
what to get him.  If I paid you fifty dollars, would you come to
our house and do some of your dance routines for him?  I know he'd
like it, and you can make a little cash for yourself, too."
   Kathy's eyes bulged.
   "For your husband?" she asked.
   "Yeah, it's all right.  We experiment and have fun all the time.
He's a fun guy."
   "Yeah, I could really use the money.  But it would have to be
after the game, and you'd have to give me a ride," Kathy added.
   "No problem, Kathy.  I'll meet you after the game, and I'll get
you back home by eight o'clock.  Okay?"
   Kathy nodded her agreement, then turned and walked toward the
door, her tiny skirt flipping about on her tight little ass.
   Mrs. Johnson smiled.  Somehow she knew her husband would be
popping young Kathy's sweet cherry that night...

                         *****************

   The J.V. football game ended in a 14-point Madison victory, and
Mrs. Johnson met Kathy in front of the bleachers.  They jumped into
the teacher's car and drove across town to her house.
   They entered the house through the garage.  Doug Johnson was
sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper as he waited for
his wife to arrive.
   "Doug?" she called out from the kitchen.
   "Yeah, I'm in here," he answered.
   "I brought a birthday surprise home for you, honey," she told
him.
   "What is it?" he asked as the two ladies turned the corner.  His
eyes caught sight of little Kathy Dawson immediately.
   "I brought you home a cheerleader from school, honey," Mrs.
Johnson told him.  "She's going to do some dances for you."
   Mr. Johnson gulped.
   "Wow!" was all he could say.
   Mrs. Johnson turned on the stereo and put in a CD with some good
dance music.
   "Okay, Kathy, show him what kind of moves you have," she
suggested.
   Kathy felt very uneasy and extremely awkward, but she moved to
the front of the room, clutching her red-and-white pom pons.  She
started moving to the beat, trying to ignore the husband and wife
watching her.
   The young sophomore cheerleader's dancing was stiff at first,
but she quickly loosened up.  By the time the second song started,
she was sensuously grinding her tight little ass to the beat.  Her
little skirt flipped about, flashing the eight white pleats and her
glove-tight red panties.
   Kathy could see the bulge in Mr. Johnson's pants, and so could
his wife.  Mrs. Johnson was enjoying the show, as well.
   "Show him more of your panties, Kathy," she offered.  "I think
you're really getting him turned on."
   Kathy made her dance routine even sexier, at one point lowering
herself down to the floor and spreading her legs wide apart while
she clutched her skirt up against her tummy.  He had a full view of
her panty-covered teenage crotch, and she smiled at him.  She knew
her little pussy was getting wet, and she wondered if he could see
the juice through her cheer panties.
   "Oh my God..." he gasped.  He knew he had to have this sweet
young cheerleader.
   Kathy stood back up and started wiggling her ass at him while
churning her pom pons furiously.  Her little skirt danced wildly,
teasing him with quick panty peeks.
   Mr. Johnson's cock was nearly bursting through his zipper as his
wife ran out of the room for a camera.  She came back with a
fully-loaded professional-looking camera and started snapping
pictures of Kathy.
   Kathy smiled as she danced for her teacher and her husband, the
camera flash lighting the room every few seconds.  She dropped her
pom pons and sensuously caressed her upper body, squeezing her
budding young tits through her cheerleading sweater.
   "You want to fuck her, don't you, honey?" Mrs. Johnson asked.
   "Yeah, Sue, I wanna fuck her really bad," he babbled, as his
wife laughed.
   The song ended, and Kathy stopped her dancing.
   Mrs. Johnson looked straight at her.
   "Would you like him to fuck you, Kathy?" she asked.
   Kathy's mind raced.  She thought he was cute, and she had wanted
a man for quite a while.  But her teacher's husband?  Why not...
   The 16-year-old cheerleader nodded.
   "Good," Mrs. Johnson answered.  "How would you like to make some
really good money fucking older men?"
   "What do you mean?" Kathy asked.
   "We run a small business on the side," Mrs. Johnson admitted.
"We employ women to entertain businessmen, you might say."
   "Really?" Kathy asked.  "What do you mean by  entertain'?"
   Mrs. Johnson smiled.  "I think you know..."
   Kathy returned the smile.
   "How would that work?" she asked.  "Aren't I too young?"
   "Well, you're under legal age, but then younger girls are in
high demand and short supply.  I can pay you $100 an hour for
starters, and more if you're good."
   Kathy's eyes widened.  "Wow!  I'd like to try it?  What would I
have to do?"
   Mrs. Johnson explained her rules to the young cheerleader.
   "Well, first of all, you can't tell anybody.  Nobody.  If anyone
finds out, we're all in a lot of trouble.  I'll give you a beeper,
and when it goes off, just call the phone number.  You will be
given the time and place to be, the length of time you need to be
there, and any special instructions.  When you get there, you need
to do what the man says, because he's paying good money.  Then,
every Monday morning, I'll pay you at school for the previous
week."
   "What would the men want me to do?" asked the innocent young
cheerleader.
   "Well, you'll probably dance for them and then have sex with
them.  I'll use a young theme with you, so the guys will expect you
to be dressed up as a cheerleader or in a school uniform.  It's not
that important for you to be really good at sex, since most of them
will get off on the idea of fucking or being sucked off by a young
virgin schoolgirl."
   "Okay," Kathy replied.  "I'm in."
   "But first," Mrs. Johnson reminded her, "you've got to fuck my
husband."
   Kathy looked over at Doug, who was waiting patiently for her,
his eyes devouring her sweet teen body.  He stood up, took young
Kathy  by the hand, and led her to the bedroom.
   Mrs. Johnson followed them, sitting in a chair next to the bed,
ready to offer advice to Kathy.
   She watched her husband embrace the young girl as they stood at
the foot of the bed, smiling as her hubby's hand disappeared under
the back of Kathy's little cheerleading skirt.
   Mrs. Johnson knew that she was going to make a lot of money with
Kathy Dawson...