Cheerleader Friends - Ellie Ch. 01

This is a prelude story to the series - 'My Sister and her Cheerleader Friends'.

I recommend you start with that story before you begin this series but it can be enjoyed independently.

When I began this prelude story, I intended it to be only two or three chapters. I've ended up writing a novel-length story. The series is about one of the Cheerleaders from the initial series - Ellie. My intention is to write a series about each of the Cheerleader friends.

All the characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

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Chapter One

Ellie knelt in the back alley. The dark building walls loomed over her like lurid spectators. Her thigh-high stockings and boots had become soiled from the wet, dirty paving. A blond wig adorned her head, and a tight bra top showed off the contours of her pert young breasts and the lines of her bare midriff, clung to her silky skin. A tiny tight skirt barely covered her firm ass and she unconsciously moved it to match her actions. Behind her, the distant faint roar and splash of passing cars seemed the only sound.

Two men stood over her. One short, hairy man grunted as he rocked his pelvis back and forth into her face. His rough calloused hands wound through the back of her wig hair to force her head to meet his thrusts. The other man was taller, balding with red hair. His overalls sat bunched around his ankles. He mumbled lustful words of encouragement as he leaned against the adjacent skip, obviously enjoying his friend's work. Ellie reached out to work the taller man's large angry cock in one of her small hands while her mouth pleasured his shorter friend.

"Look at this slut take it Bazza! She's loving it!"

Ellie did actually feel like a slut. A sex toy. There to just pleasure the nameless men that paid her. Ellie enjoyed losing herself to her work. When she thought of how much she was arousing the men, it excited her. She didn't think above that. In moments like this, she had just learned to just let her body take over.

She could feel pleasure begin to wash over her as the men's excitement grew. She could feel the tingle and desire grow from between her legs like a tide. Any disgust or doubt washed away with the base sensation. Ellie felt beneath her. Her panties were getting damp and begin to cling to her lips. Ellie moved her free hand to check, and her own touch felt glorious. She slipped a finger beneath the elastic of her undies and traced the length of her shaven lips. Her fingertip dipped between the swollen mounds and found its way to her little clitoris, slowly circling it. She closed her eyes in pleasure.

Ellie opened her mouth and throat further, taking more and more of the man's length into her. He pushed himself further and further until she felt him hitting the back of her throat. In the past, she would have gagged, but she was well practised nowadays. Now, well, she loved the sensation. The utter abandonment of desire.

There was something canal about giving herself completely over to a stranger's mindless urges. Being used in this way gave her a sense of release and freedom, in a way other 'real' relationships never did. There was no disappointment, no expectation, no judgement. She was just an object of pleasure - nothing more, nothing less.

"Fuck that dirty mouth Bazza!" the watching man urged, "She's loving it! Look!" the red-headed man urged, pointing down at Ellie's hand movement in her wet panties.

"Yes, Slut! You love my cock, don't you!" Bazza increased his thrusting and rammed himself right into the back of her throat before holding himself there, hands firmly holding her in place. Ellie opened her mouth to try and breathe then just relaxed. After what seemed an eternity, he let go and Ellie gasped for breath. She spat on his cock and began to lick up the saliva, moving her lips and tongue along the length of the engorged cock.

"See Johnno! I heard she was amazing! I've never seen a girl suck cock like this one!" Bazza groaned with a huge smile and a wink towards his friend.

"Yes, yes, you're right. Now it's my turn!" Johnno commanded, reaching over to Ellie's head and redirecting towards his own awaiting manhood.

Ellie lifted the man's penis and pressed it against his stomach. She then licked at his tightened scrotum while locking eyes with him in a long lustful stare. Johnno groaned in pleasure and Ellie then turned her attention to his cock, licking it slowly from root to tip. She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis and extended it to lick from the tip to root.

"Fuck! Look at the length of her tongue Bazza! Wow! No wonder she feels so good!"

Ellie slid Johnno's cock between her lips and, removing her hand from between her legs, reached out to grasp Bazza's member with her wet hand. She barely moved her hand at first but her rhythm quickly built to match the urgency of Johnno's grinding.

Johnno started to lose himself in the act, thrusting faster and harder into her saturated mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin and all over his penis. Ellie moved her free hand beneath her to first circle her clitoris and then begin to thrust one, then two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. In and out, up and down; the rhythm of the movements had them all panting and sweating in pleasure.

Ellie moved her head back, popping Johnno's penis from her mouth with an audible sound, then lifted his cock and balls up. She dipped her head down beneath him to lick at his balls and loll each of them into her mouth. Then Ellie licked at his perineum. Johnno squirmed in pleasure but made no move to shift away.

Bazza bent forward and grabbed his own penis, masturbating it furiously. Ellie played with his balls gently and Johnno's thrust his penis at a desperate rate in and out of her soaked mouth, penetrating deeply into her throat. Both men seemed completely lost in the pleasure of the moment until Bazza suddenly snapped his body upright.

"Give me her mouth Johnno! I need her now!" Bazza demanded, grabbing at Ellie. Johnno reluctantly pulled his member from her mouth and continued to masturbate himself.

"Open those lips, Slut!" Bazza growled, frantically pulling his shaft and positioning it above Ellie's face. Ellie could see Bazza's face screw up in a mask of intense pleasure and his mouth opened in a moan.

Ellie pulled her fingers away and prepared herself. She tilted her head to meet the blast just before the great string of cum struck her first in the eye, then down her nose, across her mouth and finally dribbled down her chin. Another followed, this time straight into Ellie's awaiting mouth before Ellie milked the last drops onto her tongue and lips.

"God damn! You are one hot bitch" Bazza yelled in appreciation, as Ellie took him back into her mouth and used her finger to clean up her face and then licked and swallowed the semen.

"Ok enough of this foreplay! If this is how good she makes us feel with her mouth and can't wait to fuck that pussy!" Johnno said reaching down over her back to hoist up Ellie's skirt. Her skirt moved away easily revealing Ellie's pert, g-string covered bottom with its two flawlessly curved cheeks.

Johnno made a grab for them but Ellie launched to her feet and backed away, leaving Johnno with his dick in his hand. "I only give head jobs boys. That's what you paid for and that's all I offer. If you want more, then the 'Masked Maidens' are just down the street" Ellie smiled and gestured down the road.

Johnno stalked closer, forcing Ellie back against the alley wall. "But I'm not finished bitch, and for what we paid, I want that cunt and you're going to give it to me"

He reached for her arm but Ellie slapped it away. "I think it's time I went home", she angrily stated, moving to grab her bag and go.

"I don't think so!"

Johnno grabbed both of her wrists and attempted to force her around. Ellie brought a knee up and Johnno turned aside to protect his groan.

"Let go! I'm not fucking you!" Ellie yelled into his face, trying to wrestle herself free.

"The fuck you're not! Your cunt wants my cock in it whether you know it all or not! I was going to be gentle after how good you were with your mouth but fuck that bitch! I'm going to slam you now until you bleed and can't walk for weeks!"

Bazza stood in the background, a huge smile on his face. "Fuck her Johnno! I'll go next!" he encouraged as he started to stroke himself back to being erect.

Ellie saw the look in Johnno's eyes. The evil, remorseless fury. She felt fear wash over her and screamed in hopeless desperation for help. Johnno spun her around, lifted her skirt and her jacket fell away in the action. He put one huge hairy hand over her mouth. She tried to bite at it and break away from his grapple as he fumbled with his cock to position himself. Ellie knew it was helpless. She didn't want her first time to be like this...

Suddenly, Bazza grabbed Johnno's shoulder. "Wait Johnno! What's that tattoo on her shoulder?!" Bazza grabbed Ellie's hand to look closer and his eyes widened in recognition.

"Fuck Johnno! Let's go! Let's go NOW!"

"I'm not finished here Bazza!?"

"Yes, you are you fucking moron!", Bazza said, physically dragging Johnno off Ellie.

"I'm so sorry Honey! He didn't mean anything by it. He just got a little swept up in the moment, that's all" Bazza apologised, attempting to help pull down Ellie's skirt and put her jacket back on.

Ellie struck his hand away, "Fuck off you fucking rapists!"

Bazza almost went to his knees as he pleaded while Johnno looked on in confusion, pulling up his pants. Bazza fished out his wallet and pulled out two hundred dollar bills and threw them towards Ellie. "Please we really didn't mean anything by it. Here!" he said desperately, then as an afterthought, took the rest of his notes out and dumped them all at her feet, "take everything I've got!"

"Just piss off!" Ellie growled, rearranging herself. Bazza grabbed Johnno by the arm and half pulled, half scurried out of the alley.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Johnno asked shaking his head, "You just have that bitch $400 extra!!"

"That's a Hell Rider tattoo you dumb fuck! She's protected by them and you just tried to rape her!"

Ellie watched with a small amount of satisfaction as Johnno's face turned ashen and they raced from the alley.

"Bloody bastards!" she yelled after them and then more quietly to herself, "after the job I did on you too!" Ellie shook her head and gathered up her things. She slowly put on her long jacket and tried to clean her knees, eventually giving up. She then took out her glasses and placed them on the bridge of her nose immediately feeling better, the world refocusing once again for her. Ellie then quickly hunted around her handbag for her hand mirror and lipstick and checked her makeup before moving out of the alley.

Ellie took a quick look about to see if she could see the two men and then set off at a quick pace down the narrow street, her heels causing every step to eco off the buildings. She relaxed slightly when she came to the main road and joined the steady stream of people who were rushing past. The lights of the shops lit the busy street and the wave of noise from the nearby pubs and clubs was equally reassuring. Ellie hugged her long coat about herself and hurried down the street, weaving through the walkers with her head down. At the corner, she stopped in front of the large whitewashed building with a red neon mask above its door and stepped back into the alleyway next to it.

Ellie fished out her phone from her bag, scrolled through her contacts and sent a message- "I'm out the front. Can you come out?" She then put her phone away up and waited, trying to stay hidden.

She waited quietly, pulling her coat around herself to ward off the chill of the wind that she only now just noticed. The people continued to file past; businessmen hurrying home, girls smiling at their phones, oblivious to the world around them, and groups of young men laughing loudly.

"Ellie? Ellie? Are you there?" came a voice from the mouth of the alley.

Ellie stepped out of the doorway she had been standing in. "Yes. I'm here Sammie."

A tall, honey skinned aboriginal girl moved toward her. "Why are you hiding?"

"Because I almost got raped by those two fuckers you sent me! That's why!" Ellie fumed. "I thought you said you only sent me guys whom you checked out first?!"

Samara looked shocked. "I'm so sorry girl. They had been with me only last week and they seemed lovely. Obviously, they weren't". Samara put a hand on Ellie's shoulder. "So, tell me what happened."

Ellie told her the story and by the end was struggling with angry tears. "Bloody bastards!"

"Why don't you just come and work in the Mask or at least get a guy to watch out for you?" Samara suggested, "Greg would love to have a girl with your obvious skills on the list"

"I'm not a prostitute Samara!" Samara raised an eyebrow. "I'm not!" Then suddenly realising whom she was talking to, she reached her hand, "I'm sorry, I'm not questioning what you do but I just don't think of what I do that way. I'm still a virgin for God's sake! What sort of a Working Girl can say that?" Ellie stated defiantly, hands on her hips and raising her voice.

"Certainly not me Honey", Samara answered with a cheeky smile.

Ellie returned the grin, "I just do this to pay for the Cheerleading Competitions and Trips that I would never be able to afford otherwise, that's all."

"I believe you, Honey." Samara said reaching out to place a reassuring hand on Ellie's shoulder, "We do what we have to, to get buy-in this world. I'm not judging. You could still do that with the protection of being inside the Mask tough" Samara suggested, rubbing Ellie's back reassuringly.

"You know I can't do that!" Ellie implored desperately. "If the Hell Riders find out then my Dad would find out. I can't let that happen."

"Ok honey. Just be careful ok. You were lucky tonight. Next time might be much worse. I don't think Cheerleading's that important" Samara said, a concerned look awash across her dark, exotic features.

"Cheerleading might not be but my friends are. They are the only family I have" Ellie said earnestly.

"And me, honey, you always have me" Samara stated with a smile.

"And you Samara! I know I have you!" Ellie said returning the smile and wrapping Samara back up in a hug. "And besides, I don't want to work for that slimy weasel Greg anyway. He struts around the place like a prancing peacock"

Samara stifled a giggle. "Sshh girl! Someone might hear you!"

"Someone did!" a man's voice snapped them from their quiet concentration. Both girls spun about in surprise and shock.

"Oh shit. It's Greg!" Samara whispered to Ellie in fear, spinning to face where the voice came from.

A lean, suited man slowly walked towards them from the mouth of the alleyway. He brought one hand up in a very steady and deliberate fashion to slick down his well-oiled hair and smiled at them with predatory delight. He checked his red tie as he neared the girls and then stopped within arm's reach of Samara.

Abruptly his whole persona changed. His face reddened and he screamed in Samara's face. "Why the fuck are you outside Samara! I've warned you about this before!" He grabbed her with one arm and then slapped her hard across the face with the other, causing Samara to shriek in pain.

Ellie launched at him, repeatedly striking at his arm that held her friend, "Leave her alone! She's done nothing wrong!"

Greg turned to Ellie. His eyes ablaze with fury but assessing Ellie more closely, the flame seemed to dim on his eyes and he let go of Samara's wrist to step back.

"Who's this lovely thing, Samara?" he queried, his voice dripping with vulgarity. "She's not one of mine, is she?" He reached over to lift Ellie's chin higher to have a closer look but Ellie shrugged his hand away.

"She has a nasty tongue on her doesn't she and a temper too if I know girls...and I do know girls" he whispered, his gaze slowly sliding their way up her long legs, bare midriff, over her firm breast and back to her face. Ellie involuntarily shivered.

"She looks like she's in the business though. Are you My Dear?"

Samara quickly interceded before Ellie could respond, "She's just a friend, is all. She just came by to say hello before heading home. Now off you go!" Samara directed, giving Ellie a little push.

Ellie took the cue and raced off, looking back over her shoulder to see Greg forcefully drag Samara back towards the Mask's side door. Samara stopped and turned to go back to help but Samara was watching and urgently waved for her to keep going. Ellie fought with herself for a moment, watching her friend being dragged inside. Fear won out and, hating herself again, she stepped back onto the footpath and headed towards the station and the sanctuary of her lonely house at the end of the journey.

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The school bell rang and Ellie checked her messages. 'Meet me inside the toilets after school! :D'

It was a text from her best friend, Olivia. What was she up to now? Olivia was everything she was not. She was confident. She was tall. She had olive skin, long wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. She wasn't the best at school but she seemed to always find a way to pass. Ellie suspected that was what she was doing right now and she couldn't help but shake her head and smile.

She jumped with a start when someone ran past, reached under her very short pleated skirt and pinched her bottom.

"Looking good Ellie!" Alex laughed mischievously as he and his friend Aidan raced by towards the basketball courts. Each had a schoolbag slung over one shoulder and Aidan held a basketball under his arm.

Ellie smiled at them and stuck her tongue out cheekily in response.

Ellie was in Year 12. It would be her last year at St Virginia Private School. Ellie and all her friends had already turned 18 during the year but she knew she would miss the old place when she left.

Ellie stopped her contemplation when she came to the front of the toilet block at the back of the school grounds, near the sports fields. She dropped her bag outside the entrance and looked over towards the basketball courts to watch the boys begin a game of 2v2. Alex and Aidan took their school tops off and Ellie couldn't help but admire their toned, muscular bodies. Alex caught her watching and gave her a wink. She quickly ducked into the toilets embarrassed. It amazed her that she could confidently give copious strange men oral sex down alleyways without fear but would still blush and get embarrassed if a cute boy from school looked her way.

Ellie slowly slunk into the toilets, checking to see there were no boys inside. The urinal stunk and she had to hold her nose to not gag. There seemed to be no one inside at first but then some soft groaning came from one of the cubicles. Ellie tiptoed over to the empty cubical beside it and carefully climbed up on top of the toilet, and then one foot further up on the toilet paper dispenser, to delicately peer over the side.

One of the brightest boys at St Virginia's school sat on the toilet. Lenard leaned back, his eyes closed, his pimpled face an intense mask of pleasure or pain. At first glance, Ellie wasn't sure which. He was sweating and panting. His thick glasses almost slipped from his nose and beads of moisture trickled from its tip. Ellie looked to his side, she quickly discerned the source of his pleasure.

Lenard had his pants bunched around his ankles, his bare white legs were spread wide and they visibly quivered. Her best friend Olivia knelt by his side, her long fingers were coiled around Lenard's manhood, lazily gliding up and down his shaft.