Mesmerizing the Cheerleaders (Magical Mesmerism) Read Free

hair, kissing
his face just a bit. Her eyes full of worshipful zeal, the kind that Monica had
only seen in Joanna’s face before when she had been discussing new cheering
routines.
    “B-but you have a husband! A little girl!”
    “Oh, them. I don’t really care about them. Master said I
could divorce that fat lout and stick him with the child. At least until she’s
old enough for Master to take, just like he took me and he’s going to take you!
By that time I’ll probably be too old to fuck him good enough anyway, so I’ll
have a perfect replacement on the way already. Isn’t that great?”
    “Shut up already,” said Daniel, putting a hand on the back
of her head.
    Joanna nodded happily and
gracefully slid down between his legs. Monica didn’t have to use much of her
imagination to understand what she was doing. The hot, loud slurping sounds
required very little thought to fill in the blanks. A long flush crept up over
Daniel’s face. Apparently, Joanna was very good at being on her knees.
    “Look babe. You gave me hell every day that you saw me in
school. Which was, you might recall, a whole lot.”
    “Oh... oh .”
    Monica remembered now. A boy
in the class ahead of her. She would order up her boyfriends to dump their
lunches on him, or beat him up outside the cheerleader’s locker room, or prank
call him and tell him to show up at Make Out Point by himself, whereupon she or
one of her boyfriends would slash his tires. It was easy to forget doing things
like that when she did them so very often to nearly everyone.
    And now he had...he had somehow
convinced Joanna Fellows to suck him off in front of a student.
    Drugs. It must have been
drugs. Right? Well, she wasn’t going to take any, by god!
    Monica, horrified, stood up
and starting walking out.
    “I have to...I have to go!” she said loudly, panic tinging her
voice.
    “Wait a second,” he said, holding up Joanna’s hand, bent a little backwards. In
it was a shiny gold watch. “You’ve got to watch this for a minute before you
leave.”
    “I don’t have to—”
    Then an odd low humming sound
began, and Monica couldn’t look away. Bliss poured out from the watch, and her
brain turned turned off and her vile personality melted away.
    * *
* * *
    “I ’m sorry I’m late, everybody.”
    Sweet eighteen year-old
Valerie rushed through the double doors of the locker room, head down, not
wanting to look at anybody. She hated being late. It embarrassed her terribly.
Practice was supposed to start at ten thirty in the morning, but everyone was
expected to be dressed and ready by ten for the Coach’s daily pep talk, which
meant arriving around nine-thirty most of the time. Even so, most of the girls
got there at eight or even earlier, warming up and watching videos. It was
ten-twenty, and Valerie felt horrible.
    “That’s all right,” every cheerleader said in unison. “We
are all on time for service, all the time.”
    Valerie wasn’t sure what to
make of all those eighteen year-old lovelies chanting that sort of thing all at
once. Certainly it was part of their job description to chant, but it seemed
odd they would do it on her arrival. She also wasn’t sure to make of the fact
that every girl was grouped up with at least one other teammate, often two,
sitting down together and engaging in all kinds of licentious activities.
    Each deliciously hot girl was
in underwear. Many were kissing each other. Others had escalated well beyond
kissing, into full-on tit-grabbing and pussy-stroking.
    She watched the gorgeous slim
redheaded Darla sit in the lap of busty Asian Cecilia, kissing her
passionately, like her life depended on it. Then tall, amazonian Debbie tapped
Darla on the shoulder.
    “That’s good, babe,” said Debbie, her voice quiet and
breathy, like she was afraid of disturbing someone nearby. “You really know how
to use your tongue. But make sure you’re grinding properly. He’ll like it so
much better if you’re paying attention to his