Cheers to the Leaders Ch. 02

All characters made-up to appear in this work of fiction are over the age of 18.

Once again, this story is a work of fiction - it never happened.

And, a rape fantasy does not EVER condone actually hurting someone in real life.

With this preface in place, let us begin.

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Hannah Deene was skipping P.E. again. It was easy to bluff the teachers that she had a headache, or an anxiety attack, or her period, but the coaches were getting wise. She needed some inspiration. Walking slowly so she wouldn't look suspect, she picked her exact moment, and slipped behind the dense brush that ran the whole length of the building outside the gym. She picked her exact place too, directly underneath a small window high above the girl's showers.

Soccer was on their way back from the field, so even if anyone did look around the backside of the building, no one would notice a single wisp of cigarette smoke against the steam of hot showers and wafting fragrance of soaps and perfumes. When the lockers slammed and squeaky faucets turned, she lit her first cigarette of the morning, and sank to the ground, leaning back against the brick. Normally, she tuned everything out, but today, the crying caught Hannah's attention.

"I can't escape her no matter where I go!" Someone was sobbing out quite loudly, loud enough to be heard over the jets of water. "You're the only one who can stand up to her! Please, please, please!!"

"Courtney, I really don't think this is a good idea, and I don't want to spend any more time around her either."

"Jodie, PLEASE! You saw how she was today and Mrs. Kleehammer didn't lift a finger to stop her! She's just like that in cheer only worse because there's fewer of us. It would be so easy, a few girls have already dropped and Mrs. Clyde is extending tryouts! PLEASE, Jodie! You're the best friend I have and I need your help!"

"I don't know what you think I'm going to be able to do, but if you want me there with you that badly, then fine. I'll cheer with you. ... ah, hey! Not so hard!"

*muffled* "thankyou!thankyou!thankyou!" *muffled*

ahhh drama. Whatever is going on, it sounds like more fun than P.E. This I have to see. Hannah picked at the woodchips in the loamy earth, some poking her butt through her jeans. You know, Donnie gets P.E. credit for managing the football team, and he doesn't do shit but smoke and jack off. I think I just found my win/win.

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Please don't call on me, please don't call on me, please don't call on me.

"Miss Miller!"

I hate my life.

"Yes, Mrs. Krisner?"

"Miss Miller, you haven't performed for the class yet. Show us what you've worked on over the summer, demonstrate something you've improved upon."

Mackenzie Miller closes her eyes to blot out distractions, and needs a deep breath to slow her heartrate and steady her nerves. Pursing her lips, her tone is steady, and her solo overture fills the room. The music from her flute flutters in ups and downs, and brings delighted smiles to her teacher and classmates, but Mackenzie is focused on not thinking about that. As her movement trails to a gentle close, her classmates applause is received in the scarlet flush of her cheeks, and a dip of her head tilts her matted straw-golden hair down to shield her face from the crowd of fifteen.

"Miss Miller that was wonderful!" The teacher glows, "Thank you for sharing that with us!"

Please stop making such a big deal out of it.

"Thank you, Mrs. Krisner."

"psst. Hey, Mackenzie, that was really good, good job!" Brooke whispers excitedly. "You're a total star, I loved it."

Thanks, Brooke.

"... Thanks ... Brooke."

"hmpf."

Mackenzie couldn't hear where the noise came from, but she saw Emillie's hair flick to the side, and her arms cross tightly in annoyance.

Please don't be mad at me. Mrs. Krisner made me play, I didn't want to. You're much better than I am.

"um ... Emillie..."

"Don't talk to me." Emillie stands and walks right out the door as the last bell of the day rings shrilly overhead.

"psst. Hey, Mackenzie," Brooke turns in her chair and puts her arms out, wrists just touching her shoulders in a tentative hug. "If you'd like to build your confidence, I know just the way."

Mackenzie's heart , sank into her stomach, and her face turned pale and cool.

"No, no, I promise it's nothing to be nervous about. Everyone feels anxious about performing, but the more you put yourself out there, the more you feel comfortable in what you do! Have you ever thought about being a cheerleader?"

Her eyes give away her answer. Uhhh, no.

"It would be totally awesome if you did. You'd really be helping me out, a couple athletes just dropped this year and we're short, we could really use you. Not just anyone, you. You'd be perfect, and I think cheerleading would be perfect for you too. Please think about it! Come to our practice after this and check us out."

"but ... Emillie ..."

"What about Emillie? She's like that with everyone, just ignore her. I promise you'll love it."

You've got to be kidding me. No way am I coming to cheer practice. That is SO not for me, and Emillie might actually try to kill me. ... But you might be my only friend. No one else even tries to talk to me anymore. ... and I don't want to disappoint you.

"Please?"

*sigh* "okay."

A smile stretches over Brooke's whole face. "I'll be right next to you the whole time. Let's go!"

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"What are you doing here?" Donnie Deene growled out. If that dumb slut thinks I want to hang out with her, she's got another think coming.

"I'm the new equipment managerrrr!" Hannah sang out with a twisted smile. "For the cheerleaders!" She added in with raised hands, trying too late to calm the coming storm, knowing the damage was done.

*slap!* The crack of an oily, hairy, hand slapped across Hannah's face.

Hannah blinked away the sudden tears. It didn't hurt so bad when she didn't think about it. It was just Donnie's way of loving her. A cherry red spread over her cheek rather quickly, mostly hidden beneath the few brunette bangs that stuck to tear wettened skin. A half second was all she needed to suppress the instinct to run, she knew how to control that now, and in slow defiance raised her head to glare at her older brother.

This dumb slut actually liked that. "Don't fuck this up for me." He leaned in close, "Or I'll make it hurt." He dropped a heavy hand that covered her whole boob to push her aside, bumping her into the wall out of his way.

I could have handled that better. I know better than to tease him. Hannah's face felt like sandpaper, but as she walked over to the ice machine in the corner, she felt chafing between her legs. I peed when he hit me. Not very much though. And that's not all ... A little bit of pressure was starting to build, fueling the dark spot on her thin skinny jeans... He knows how to turn me on.

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Donnie was taking a piss in the girl's locker room, into a random girl's locker, when he heard someone walk in. Leaving his cock out, he waddled over to hide himself in a stall. Locking the door and pulling his feet up where they couldn't be seen. Fuck yeah. Who's here this late?

"... and these are spirit shirts, wear them whenever you want to, and this one is your uniform! Time to see if it fits!"

"Brooke, I had a really great time today, but I don't think I'm ready for this. I'm just not cheerleader material."

"Mackenzie, look over here." Brooke took her hand and pulled her towards a full length mirror. "Have you ever seen yourself looking like you fit in more than you do right now? Have you ever seen yourself look like you're having fun, without being worried what anyone thinks of you? Try this on, right now, and lets see how it looks on you. Then tell me you've made your decision."

Mackenzie knocked her shoes off with a reluctant shuffle. She couldn't bring herself to say the words, but she was glad Brooke made her come along this far, and there's a big part of her that doesn't want it to stop.

The school shorts were "classic" ... meaning the school had to special order them direct from a vendor because no one manufactured them anymore. The cotton-elastic waistband sat on her love handles, and the leg holes still hung heavy at her knee caps. The thick grey t-shirt mocked her in the mirror, saying 'aren't we a perfect match?'

Brooke stood back a few paces, shuffling her feet together, and turning her face away for a moment. From the corner of her eye, she watched Mackenzie's face change in stages. Timid uncertainty gave way to two perfect teardrops, that washed the fear away showing anger in it's place.

Mackenzie pulled her t-shirt over her head, wadded it into a ball, and threw it as far as she could. Her shorts were next, landing on top of the door of the bathroom stall. She ripped her walmart bra away and let it drop to the ground, leaving her 36D's to swing with her exertion. With a deep breath, some of the redness left her face, and she hooked her thumbs in to drop her pale pink bloomers, then flinging them with a flick of her ankle.

Brooke picked up the biggest plastic package, and the smallest, from the stack she carried in, and silently walked them over to her friend. Mackenzie watched herself in the mirror, nude but for trim white ankle socks. Somehow, the fact of only wearing such little socks made her feel more naked inside than if she were without anything at all. Embarrassed, she quickly tore open the packages, and sorted out a pair of black spandex shorts, so short she could feel her butt squeezed in the back; and a cupped black sports bra that elicited some more vigorous boob swings as she struggled it down over her shoulders. Brooke already had the skirt laid out, revealing the hidden zipper, and held up the uniform top to close it's back.

The transformation now complete, a stranger started back at her from the mirror. Brooke sidled up with a hug, and joined in the admiration of the beautiful reflection. Mackenzie saw herself as she never imagined she could be, and for the first time in her life, felt strong.

"I'll meet you out front, I'm gonna go tell Coach Clyde you're in."

"Okay. I'll be ready in a few minutes."

Sharing the moment the heavy steel door of the locker room closed, a click from the bathrooms swung a stall door open unnoticed. Donnie stood, and padded out. Mackenzie was twirling her skirt in front of the mirror, when she saw him standing there, and saw his cock rock hard, and purple, glistening with excitement. She couldn't make a sound. She tried, but all her strength from earlier had fled. She was nothing again, prey for a predator. Her hands were still clenched around the hem of her skirt, too scared to let go and make any effort to defend herself, splotches of black flashed in her vision.

Donnie leered, and strode to her without any waver. Stopping when the tip of his cock pressed against the uniform covering her stomach, he stood there ... deciding.

He bent his head forward, until he was nose to nose with Mackenzie, his heady breath mingling with the whimpering girl's panting exhalations ... and touched his lips to hers.

Donnie flexed his cock with a little movement of his hips, driving the head of his cock into her soft tummy, and thick bursts of cum splattered across Mackenzie's abdomen, saturating her uniform top where it hit, sticking to the skin of her stomach underneath.

"You dropped these," Donnie said, pressing into her arms a ball of the gym clothes she had discarded earlier. Holding the bra up by his fingertips, he asked, "Can I keep this?"

Mackenzie was paralyzed, unable to respond. Donnie walked over to the door, turned the handle to open it without any noise, and looked back for just a moment. "Sorry." Then he was gone.

Shuddering, gasping for air, she hit the ground dry heaving. Holding her arms tight across her chest, curled in a ball on the locker room floor, time passed by, and she eventually calmed herself. Sitting up, she almost started to panic again. How long have I been here? OMG has Brooke left me here? Has Donnie hurt Brooke outside? She felt like she had laid on the floor covered in cum for half the night, but the old clock on the wall showed that barely five minutes had passed since Brooke had left the locker room. All that ... so quickly ... no one will ever believe me.

Mackenzie stripped her uniform top back off, and used her old gym shirt to wipe away the cum that had soaked through to her skin. Tearing open another plastic package, she found a spirit shirt to wear home and a bag to hold her soiled clothes where they would raise no questions. Burying deep down her intrusive, guilty, thoughts of this, the first boy she had ever kissed, she hit the main gym door at a sprint out into the chilly night air. With her cheer skirt ruffling, a new school shirt tight around her chest, and the sight of her best friend waiting patiently in her car right in front of the gym, Mackenzie couldn't help but laugh with happiness and exhilaration.

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Jacob Bruck was alone in the darkness of his bedroom, cell phone screen brightly illuminating his face in neon blue. His cock in one hand, he kept scrolling through Melanie Hyde's profile pictures with the other. A seamless black nylon thong soaked up the cum from his evening alone. I'll slip it back into Melanie's laundry hamper the next time Emillie has me over. Jacob fell asleep with dreams of his girlfriend's sister.

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Hannah Deene . . . . . . . as . . . . . . the abused burnout

Mackenzie Miller . . . . . as . . . . . . the shy wallflower

Donnie Deene . . .. . . . . as . . . . . . the abusive boyfriend

Brooke Murrey . . . . . . . as . . . . . . the caring mentor

Jacob Bruck . . . . . . . . as . . . . . . the pathetic boyfriend

Courtney Hall . . . . . . . . as . . . . . . the rising star

Jodie Shaper . . . . . . . . as . . . . . . the courageous leader

Karen Krisner . . . . . . . . as . . . . . the music teacher

Christine Clyde . . . . . . as . . . . . the cheer coach

Melanie Hyde . . . . . . . . as . . . . . the perfect sister

Emillie Hyde . . . . . . .. . . as . . . . . the perfect bitch

Author's Notes: Heyyy Hannah Loves You! ;)

In chapter one, Emillie's parents were named in the opening paragraph. Any future edit will remove their names, as I've decided not to write their characters into the story. For Mackenzie's flute solo, I chose Mouquet's "Pan and the Shepherds" to play while writing the scene. Yes, Donnie is something else. I need to watch it or I'll have you guys hating him more than you hate Emillie lol. Speaking of, Emillie was featured pretty lightly in this one. It's a balancing act trying to introduce the characters I want you to see before the end, but she'll be back in chapter 03.

Please check out my other brand new work, the stand-alone short story "End of Shift."

I'm learning by doing, so please let me know what you think, and tell me if you have a favorite scene or character! :)