Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders Ch. 02

By the time the weekend arrived, Miss Simons had become tired and worn out. She hadn't done these types of physical activities since college, and she was glad to get away from the humiliation of being Trish's cheerleader, if only for the weekend.

But it was not meant to be.

As she prepared to leave on Friday, Trish called Miss Simons into the coach's office, Trish's office now.

Meekly the woman entered the room, her many awards and plaques still decorating the walls, reminders of her present shame. Sitting in the chair was Trish, with her legs propped up on the desk and still wearing her cheerleading costume. Miss Simons couldn't help but stare at the white cotton panties peaking beneath the skirt.

"Miss Simons, I first wanted to let you know that I have been both pleased and disappointed with my newest cheerleader. On one hand you are very enthusiastic and willing to learn. However on the other hand, you are extremely rusty. I cant count how many times you've fallen over doing rather simple cheers. Now it may give us all a hoot to see your up turned ass, but eventually it becomes just annoying. Don't you get tired of all the girls laughing at you? Even the white girls cant help it."

"I'm.....I'm sorry Trish...."

"Yes yes, you can apologize all you want. I am really considering having second thoughts about you staying with the squad."

Panic struck the former coach "No no..please don't throw me off, I....I will try harder....I promise...please....." Tears were starting to swell. A grown woman, crying.

"I don't know Miss Simons, I mean we have a game in only one week. I need my girls to be in tip top shape. How do I know I can count on you to get your act together in time."

Miss Simons became desperate. She just had to stay on the squad. She dearly wanted to be Trish's cheerleader, for what ever sick, depraved, submissive reason, she just had to.

"I promise I will, I will do anything it takes...please..."

"Anything Miss Simons?"

"Yes....anything....please let me be your cheerleader, please" The adult was now begging the teen, pleading to let the once proud coach remain as a mere cheerleader.

"Very well Miss Simons, I will give you a little more time to prove yourself. In the meantime, I want you to come to my house tomorrow night."

"What?"

"My mother is hosting a.....party...tomorrow and I would like it very much if you came along as my 'special' guest!"

"Well, I'm not really sure..."

"Of course you can always just quit the squad and not have to worry about being my guest."

"No no no, I would...very much like to attend your party tomorrow." Miss Simons reluctantly responded.

"Excellent, mother is so looking forward to meeting you. We are going to have such a fun time tomorrow."

Miss Simons couldn't help but feel that "we" didn't include her. As Miss Simons began to walk towards the door, she turned around one last time. "Oh, what should I wear to your mother's party?"

Trish smiled, "Why your cheerleading uniform of course!"

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Miss Simons was very nervous when she rang the door bell. She couldn't help but notice all the cars parked outside the house. She patiently waited for the door to open as she remained outside in her over coat, covering what little she wore beneath it. Her high heels feeling a little uncomfortable.

Finally the door swung open to the beautiful sight of Trish. Miss Simons momentarily felt at ease as she saw the young girl. "Welcome Miss Simons, I am so glad you could make it. It just wouldn't be a party with out you."

Miss Simons took note of Trish's attire, simply jean shorts and a tank top. Not very formal for a party.

Signaling for her former coach to enter, Miss Simons walked through the door and into the house. Immediately she saw the dozen or so black faces staring back at her. The crowd of mostly women and some men all took note of the white female as she tentatively walked in. This caused her to again feel very uneasy. She had the impulse to run back out, get into her car, and race to the safety of her own home. She could have done it couldn't she? She was an adult. But the gentle push on her back from Trish made her think otherwise.

"Hello every, this is my cheerleading.....opps, excuse me, this is my FORMER cheerleading coach, Miss Simons. She's agreed to wonderfully be apart of our little party!"

"Be apart of the party?" Miss Simons couldn't help but question in her mind the unusual sentence. As she looked at the crowd gathered in the house, the black women hardly gave her a second glance. As if she was not worth their attention. The black men however gave her hungry looks as they studied the middle aged white woman. She clutched her over coat tighter to her body.

At that moment Miss Simons noticed another white woman emerging from the kitchen with a tray of food. She also appeared to be middle aged, but a good few years older. The most shocking part was that she was dressed merely in her bra and panties. The 40 ish woman gingerly walked from person to person, offering them food from her tray. Her jiggling mature body looking foolish as she moved in high heels.

The woman looked totally out of place, as if she was used to a more elegant life style.

Miss Simons was so busy watching the white woman make her rounds, that she didn't even notice the black woman standing in front of her.

"Miss Simons, let me introduce you to my mother."

The coach took a step back. She was an imposing woman. Tall, big boned, and a dark black.

"So this is your cheerleading coach, or cheerleader if I've heard correctly. My little Trish has told me all about you."

Miss Simons couldn't help but lower her eyes in shame. She didn't realize that her mother would know about her submission. The mother took the coach's chin in her hand and raised her head ever so gently, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Has this pretty cheerleader been a good girl for my daughter?"

"No she hasn't mother. She's been a horrible cheerleader. She does her cheers all wrong and distracts the other girls every time her big titties flop around."

"Tisk tisk tisk, that's too bad. So what should we do with her then?"

"Well she's agreed to do whatever it takes to remain on the squad."

"Has she, well that is wonderful. I so do love a good white girl who knows her place. Very good, she can start right away then. Oh Jennifer!!!" The mother called out. Instantly the white woman practically came running over, looking very foolish in the process.

"Yes Miss Brown!" The woman said with almost a little fear in her voice. It was at this time that Miss Simons noticed the small sign hanging from her neck. In big pink letters, it said "White Cow".

"Miss Simons is it? Well let me introduce you to my boss from work. This is Jennifer, and she's our little white cow."

Miss Simons looked at the older half naked woman in surprise. "She was her boss? How could she just prance around in her under wear serving food if she was her boss?" The former coach tried to comprehend.

The mother continued "So tell me Miss Simons, doesn't my high and mighty boss just look the cutest in her undee's?" The coach dumbly nodded. Miss Brown was now pressing her dark finger into the woman's pale chubby belly, running little circles with it. Amazingly she stood there passively, even breathing harder. "Oh you should see her at work, giving out orders and wearing 700 hundred dollar suits. You would almost confuse her with a strong minded person. But what are you really Jen?"

"A white cow Miss Brown. I am your white cow."

The mother smiled at the words of submission and gave her cow's behind a good squeeze. "But before she was my little white cow, Jen was quite the little racist weren't you?"

Jennifer lowered her eyes and shook her head yes.

"She would say all sorts of nasty things behind her black coworker's backs and would secretly enjoy calling in the mostly all black janitorial staff to clean her office when ever she got bored. Well I finally had enough of that nonsense. Our saggy breasted white cow had to learn her place in the world."

Miss Simons could see Jennifer's face turning red.

"So one day after work I marched right in to her big office. Within 10 minutes, I had her voluntarily striping down to her expensive underwear and laying over my knees. Another 15 minutes later her very red butt was jiggling itself down to the janitorial room where all the staff were getting ready to clean. They were quite surprised to see the high level executive appear before them in only her underwear to apologize, but where most accommodating when she took my suggestion to clean the offices for them."

The coach could see the older woman's eyes watering.

"Now its part of her daily job. She's even on the company payroll. Everyday after work, she changes out of her expensive suit into her cute little janitorial uniform and cleans all the offices, hallways, and bathrooms. She'd be wearing her uniform tonight if it wasn't so dirty from cleaning toilet bowls everyday. So instead she is more than happy so serve my guests in her expensive silk undee's, isn't that right cow?"

"Yes Miss Brown."

"So now let me get a good look at the new white toy my daughter has brought home to let us play with."

Fear began to reappear in the face of Miss Simons. She was so caught up in Jennifer's tale of degradation that she had almost forgotten of her own tale, equally as humiliating. As the mother began unbuttoning the first of 3 buttons holding the over coat closed, Miss Simons mind was screaming to stop her. It didn't have to be like this. She as an adult. She was the same age as this black woman before her. All she had to do was turn around and leave. She was a free person.

The third button was released and Miss Brown stepped back. "Come on, show me what my daughter has you dressed up as."

Miss Simons froze. She just couldn't. All eyes were on her at that moment. Everyone interested in seeing what the 17 year old black girl has her 32 year old white coach dressed up as. At that moment, Trish raised her lips to Miss Simons' ear and whispered "Do it if you want to be my cheerleader!"

Her eyes lit up. She was quickly reminded how much she wanted to be Trish's cheerleader. Even at the possibility of one day replacing Amber and becoming Trish's personal cheerleader. Not wasting another second, she released her grasp of her coat and allowed it to fall off her shoulders and onto the ground. An immediate wave of shame washed over the coach as women giggled and men whistled at the adult white woman in her high heels, micro cheerleading skirt and terribly stretched top.

"Very nice, very nice indeed. You've done an excellent job Trish. You really take after you mother."

"Thanks mom. Now Miss Simons, how do you thank my mother for complementing you and I?"

Miss Simons new what was expected. Trish had talked about it on the phone when she was giving her directions to the house. With the best smile she could muster, Miss Simons raised her skirt with both hands and curtsied like a little girl, revealing all her charms for the crowd.

"Very good manners for a white woman. She'll make a good addition to the show later. But for now Miss Simons I want you to follow Jen into the kitchen to get more food. I don't want my guests to go hungry."

Both women dutifully walked towards the kitchen as Miss Simons came to the realization that this night was just beginning.

End of Chapter 2

To be continued...

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