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Listening to Jack
Part 10

The soothing, tuneless drone that Emily could hear in her blinking earphones managed to calm her down completely by the time she reached next class. By the time school was over, and she’d gotten to the girl’s locker room next to the gym, she barely remembered her conversation with Mr. Hill, or how mean he’d been to her.

Surprisingly, Emily was barely thinking about her brother Jack as well.

At her locker, Emily slipped off her slutty outfit in exchange for the standard school-issue cheerleader outfit she’d given for tryouts. She also reluctantly pulled on a pair of panties – not one of the pairs of the wispy, barely-there thong panties that Jack had given her, but an ordinary pair of plain white cotton panties. Part of Emily thought that it’d be incredibly kinky to go commando during her tryouts, especially when she did some of her splits and high kicks … but a calm voice inside her head tempered those lovely, naughty thoughts.

Charlotte’s friends are going to look for any excuse not to put you on the cheerleading squad, the calm voice said. You can show your pretty pussy to them – and to everyone else – later. But first, make the team. Make no mistakes, and dazzle them all. Be as perfect as you can be. Be brilliant. Be perfect for me.

“Of course,” Emily murmured dreamily, as she took off her heels and put on her sneakers. It was funny, how much the voice inside her head sounded like Jack. “I’ll be perfect.”

Taking a deep breath, Emily put her headphones in her locker, and then closed it up and headed to the gym. There were a couple of girls there already, also in their cheerleader uniforms, some chatting nervously with each other, some stretching out on the wooden gym floor. There were a few students in the gym as well, standing by the entrance.

Two of the three captains of the cheerleading squad – Dawn and Samantha, Charlotte’s best friends – sat at a table under one of scoreboards. Both looked nervous and upset. There was a dark, ugly tension in the gym that Emily could feel the moment she walked in from the locker room, which struck her as odd. She’d tried out for the squad her freshman and sophomore years, and there’d been a nervous sort of energy in the gym then too … but this was different. Before, it had been the ambitious wanna-be cheerleaders trying out for the squad who were anxious and uneasy. The older cheerleading captains, judging the new girls and already guaranteed a place on the squad, were cool and calm … and usually incredibly arrogant. Today, though, it seemed that Dawn and Samantha were far more flustered and nervous than the new girls wanting to make the squad, and Charlotte …

“Hmm,” Emily said wonderingly. She saw her best friends Michelle and Donna at the side of the bleachers. Donna was stretching, and had a hard, determined look on her pretty face – far different than the confused, lost look she’d had just the day before at their last informal practice. Michelle, on the other hand, was her usual scatterbrained self, madly checking her texts with almost a wild glee. Emily went over to them.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” Emily said to them. “So what’s the story?”

“You don’t know?” Michelle said. The petite brunette’s hands were clasped together excitedly, and she was practically bouncing up and down with glee. Emily idly watched Michelle’s perky, jiggling tits and wondered what it’d be like to suck on them. “Ohmigod, ohmigodohMIGOD, it’s such a scandal?”

“Well?” Donna said impatiently. “Tell us! Don’t keep us waiting!”

Michelle looked around the gym, glancing up at the bleachers before turning her attention back to Donna and Emily. “Charlotte’s not here,” she whispered. A naughty smile crossed Michelle’s pale, pretty face. “No one knows where she is … she didn’t come to school yesterday or today, she’s not at home, and she isn’t answering her phone or her texts.”

Donna shrugged. “So?” she said. “The bitch isn’t here. Good.”

Emily’s eyes grew wide … and a wicked smile crossed her face as well. “Cheerleading captains don’t have to try out for the team, once they’re elected captains,” Emily murmured, her voice filled with wonder. “But they have to be present at the tryouts … have to be, until they have a formal excuse. If they aren’t here, and they don’t have an excuse …”

“… they’re off the team,” finished Michelle. The girl giggled nervously. “And whoever scores highest at the tryouts takes their place.”

Donna’s mouth opened in shock … and then she clapped one slender hand over it, shaking with excitement. “Holy shit,” she blurted out, “that means that bitch Charlotte is gone … and … shit … maybe one of us …”

“Yes,” Emily said. The smirk on her face was unmistakable. “Don’t think about it, though. Let’s just get through tryouts first. I think things might fall in place nicely after that.”

Michelle craned her neck, looking all around the gym. The bleachers were starting to fill with students curious to watch the tryouts. “Where do you think Charlotte is, though?” she asked. “Hope nothing bad happened to her.”

“Charlotte’s a mean, stupid cunt who deserves whatever happens to her,” Emily said coldly. She casually examined her nails. “The whore probably went up to one of those mid-week frat parties at Western State and passed out in some football player’s bed. Who cares?”

Michelle’s eyes went wide in shock. She looked as though she was about to say something, but Emily’s stern, frigid gaze quickly silenced that. Donna, meanwhile, merely nodded in silent approval at what Emily had said. Good girl, Emily thought, as she noticed Donna’s agreement. Looks like she’s finally getting her shit together. Deep down, though, even Emily was slightly troubled by what she’d said – it was more than a bit harsh, even though she hated Charlotte – and in a weird way, it seemed like the words weren’t hers, but someone else’s.

Then she shrugged, and the thought passed.

“Enough about Charlotte,” Emily said confidently. “Let’s do this.”

And they did.

The tryouts were scheduled to begin at three in the afternoon. They started slightly late, as Dawn and Samantha vainly tried to delay things until Charlotte arrived. At quarter past the hour, though, when it was painfully apparent that Charlotte was nowhere to be found and wouldn’t be arriving anytime soon, Samantha glumly announced that the tryouts would being, and began calling the names of the girls auditioning for the squad. Dawn – a gorgeous, willowy Asian girl with long, dark hair – looked like she was about to cry. She kept brushing her long, straight, jet-black hair out of her face as her hands absently kept rubbing at her eyes. For some reason, that brought a smile to Emily’s face.

Each girl trying out for the cheerleading squad was required to perform two routines. The first was a standard routine, choreographed by the cheerleading captains and given to all prospective cheerleaders when they’d signed up for tryouts a few weeks before. Everyone had to do the same routine, to the same music, one after the other. Once everyone had gone, all the girls had to perform an original routine for the judges – Dawn and Samantha, the two cheerleading captains, and Mrs. Winter, who also happened to be the cheerleading coach as well as Emily’s American History teacher. For their second routine, all of the girls were judged on their creativity as well as the technical aspects of their performance.

A few nervous freshmen and sophomore girls went first. Some were okay, some weren’t – one girl fell painfully flat on her face after messing up a cartwheel, which drew a mix of laughs and shocked gasps from all the student spectators sitting up in the bleachers – but none were particularly good. Michelle was up next in the order, and did respectably well, although she stumbled through the landing of her last back flip.

Donna went right after Michelle, and burned in a spectacular routine – Emily couldn’t help but smile in admiration as her friend nailed every choreographed move. It was a far, far cry from the previous day, when they’d been practicing like mad, and Donna looked lost and confused and couldn’t do anything right. The watching crowd of students gave Donna a round of rousing applause as she finished, and as Emily watched Donna politely bow to the judges, she felt confident that her friend was a lock to make the squad.

And then it was Emily’s turn.

When the music started, Emily’s world went gray. She couldn’t hear the music for the routine, but it didn’t matter. She heard something better. The tuneless, grinding static that she’d been listening to through Jack’s special headphones for the past several days filled her head, drowning out the rest of Emily’s senses. She felt herself doing the spins and jumps and cheers of her routine as though she was some sort of puppet, guided by invisible strings. She felt curiously detached from her performance, watching her body move about as though someone else was controlling her.

As Emily finished, she heard an approving roar of applause and cheers from the bleachers. Wave at them. Smile, said the voice in her head that sounded like Jack. So Emily beamed her prettiest smile and waved at the spectators, who roared again, and then bowed to the judges before heading back to her friends. She was lost in her wonderful fog again, vaguely aware of the things that Donna and Michelle and the other girls were saying to her, but not really paying attention to them.

After the rest of the prospective cheerleaders finished their standard routines, there was a short break, and then the second round began. It went much the same way as the first – Michelle did well but not great, Donna did great … and Emily blew everyone away with another outstanding performance. When she finished her routine by doing a back flip that smoothly led into a slow, full split, half of the students watching from the bleachers got up and gave Emily a raucous standing ovation … and the other half sat dumbfounded in stunned disbelief. The other girls trying out from the squad actually ran out onto the gym floor to congratulate Emily before she could smile or wave or say anything – and the strange thing to Emily was how numb and indifferent she was to it all. She knew she was smiling and laughing and thanking everyone as she got up and walked away … but it was the puppet version of herself doing that, dancing on strings. Somewhere deep inside, she was merely watching what happened to herself.

One thing did make Emily very happy, though.

Jack was right, Emily thought dreamily, as she watched the remaining girls finish their second routines. I should’ve known … he’s always right. I did great. I was perfect. Just like he told me to be. Just like he promised. She let out a happy sigh. Maybe , since I did good, we can celebrate … maybe tonight can be extra special …

Emily felt a lovely heat begin to smolder between her legs. It was all she could do to sit still and keep her hands at her sides, and not run off to one of the bathrooms and finger-fuck herself to an earth-shattering orgasm. Instead, she bit her lip and fidgeted … and waiting through the rest of the tryouts became an excruciating torture.

And even after the tryouts officially ended, as much as Emily wanted to just race home, rip off all her clothes, and fuck her brother – to her dismay, she found that she couldn’t. Everyone wanted to come congratulate her. The results of the tryouts weren’t scheduled to be officially posted until the next day, but there was no doubt that Emily, for sure, was a lock to be on the squad … and probably would take Charlotte’s place as captain. Michelle and Donna hugged her and congratulated her, of course, but so did all the other girls trying out, and even random kids who Emily barely knew came down from the bleachers to tell her that she’d been amazing to watch.

To Emily’s surprise, Dawn and Samantha offered their congratulations as well. They did so reluctantly, through gritted teeth – Samantha in particular looked like she’d rather be drinking paint thinner than telling Emily what a great job she’d done – but it was obvious that Emily would make the team. Though the tuneless buzzing in Emily’s head kept growing louder and louder, and she kept thinking about Jack, and it was hard to hear what the two girls were saying … but seeing their usual smug, arrogant expressions wiped off their faces made Emily feel wonderful.

And oddly enough, it made her even more horny than she already was.

Mrs. Winter was the last to congratulate Emily. In her early forties, the history teacher was tall and slender, very fit for her age. Dressed smartly in a charcoal gray pantsuit, she wore her hair in a short blonde bob, with just a hint of makeup coloring her pale, pretty face. As with the other girls, Emily didn’t really hear what Mrs. Winter was saying, so she mostly nodded and smiled, although she was vaguely aware that her teacher said something about the way she’d been dressed earlier in the way, and how cheerleaders shouldn’t dress like complete slut trash. Whatever, Emily thought happily, as she heard herself say that she understood completely and it was a mistake, it wouldn’t happen again, blah blah blah. I’ll do whatever Jack says, not what you say. Bitch.

As Mrs. Winter left, it dawned on Emily that the gym was totally empty. Everyone else had left, finally leaving her all alone. The floorboards beneath her feat creaked and groaned as Emily excitedly sprinted out of the gym and down to the locker room, hoping to just quickly grab her stuff and head home as fast as she possibly could. I get to fuck Jack, Emily happily thought as she ran, I get his yummy cock inside my pussy …

Emily turned the corner in the empty hallway and threw open the door to the girl’s locker room. She did a double-take as she saw Donna lying on her back by a bench close to the door. Donna wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of black panties. Donna’s legs were spread wide open, her feet planted firmly on the tile floor of the locker room. The dark nipples of Donna’s bare, perky tits were rock-hard with excitement, and she kept turning her head to and fro, her mane of dark curly hair spilling everywhere as one of her hands kept plunging wetly beneath the fabric of her panties.

“Yes … fuck me,” Donna desperately whimpered. The fabric of Donna’s panties rose and fell as she worked her fingers frantically into her sex, and soft, wet, squishing sounds echoed quietly through the locker room. “Fuck me, I need it … oh, it feels so good …”

“Okay,” Emily said playfully. She walked over towards Donna. “I’ll fuck you.”

“Emily!” Donna blurted out. “I … uhh … oh, shit …” She gave her friend a terrified look of surprise … and then a humiliated look of guilt washed over her face. However, Donna’s one hand remained firmly under her panties, shamelessly playing with her sweet nether regions, and her other hand slid up to one of her bare breasts, slowly cupping and massaging it as she pinched her own hard nipple.

“Wow,” Emily said with a sultry, teasing tone in her voice. She leaned lazily against one of the lockers near the bench as she watched Donna play with herself. “Couldn’t wait to get home, huh? Needed to play with that cute little pussy of yours right here in the locker room?”

“I can’t help it,” Donna said. Tears began to run down her pale, pretty cheeks. “It’s like … it’s all I can think about lately … the cheerleading stuff, and … and cocks, lots of cocks, sucking them, fucking them … hot guys, making me their dirty little whore while they fuck me … I can’t help it, I’ve been playing with myself, like, ten times a day, and it’s never enough …”

Emily sat down on the bench, right in front of Donna and facing her, straddling it so her legs were splayed open wide as well, her knees touching Donna’s. She leaned over and reached up to Donna’s tear-streaked face, stroking the girl’s cheek with gentle fingers – and then reached even further, beneath Donna’s mane of long, dark, curly hair, and pulled away the headphones that were still in Donna’s ears.

Emily gazed at the headphones. They were identical to the pair that Jack had given her only a few days ago, right down to the pink and emerald lights that blinked in the earpieces, and the strange pattern in which they blinked. Emily nodded in understanding, and gently placed the headphones underneath the bench.

“It’s okay,” Emily said tenderly. “I understand.” She reached down and gently pulled Donna’s hand out of her panties. Donna moaned as Emily began licking her friend’s fingers, sucking them clean of their sweet, naughty nectar. “I was a little scared too … mmm, yummy … at first. But it’s okay. It’s going to be wonderful … mmm … just wonderful. Trust me. Promise. Do you understand?”

Hesitantly, Donna nodded.

“Good,” Emily said. She scooted closer to Donna on the bench, pulling her best friend up so the two girls were both sitting up on it, facing one another. “Now, why don’t we celebrate a little? You know … since we’re finally cheerleaders.”

Donna gasped as Emily slipped a hand beneath her panties, down to her slippery pussy. Emily smiled as she teased the thick, lush curls of Donna’s bush with her fingertips, and then began stroking the outer folds of her delectable cunt. She wasn’t sure what she liked more, the brazen act of playing with her best friend right in the girl’s locker room, or the utter look of shock – and pleasure – on her best’s friend’s face.

“Emily, stop,” Donna said weakly. “Someone … someone might come in, and see us …” The dark-haired girl glanced nervously at the door … even as her body began to shiver in delight. It wasn’t like the two girls hadn’t fooled around before – on a class trip the year before, they’d gotten drunk and fooled around in their hotel room – but this was very, very different. And Emily could see that Donna knew it. She could see the fear in her best friend’s big, dark eyes … and the lust, and the excitement. She could see that as scared as Donna was, the insatiable lust that had started to burn within her best friend’s beautiful body was starting to eat away at her fears, and her inhibitions … and that lust would soon consume them utterly. Just as Emily’s own carnal appetite now consumed her.

“No one’s coming in … relax,” said Emily. “Besides, that didn’t exactly stop you from playing with yourself, did it? Little slut.” Emily laughed as her best friend blushed. She found herself admiring Donna’s adorable tits. They’re going to be so much fun to suck on, especially when they get bigger …

“Emily …”

“Oh, shut up.” Ignoring Donna’s weak plea, Emily slid fingers slid deeper into Donna’s hot, moist slit. “No way,” Emily murmured, and touched a thin, firm membrane of flesh. “Get the fuck out. You’re still a virgin?”

Before Donna could answer, Emily leaned in and crushed her mouth against Donna’s, savagely kissing her friend, pressing her chest tightly against Donna’s small, pert naked breasts. She kept finger-fucking her best friend with quick, eager strokes, loving the little throaty sighs Donna made as she pleasured her. Donna looked like she wanted to reply, but either was too embarrassed to say anything … or Emily’s fingers inside her sopping pussy were just overwhelming her with raw pleasure. Probably both, Emily thought.

“Lying bitch,” Emily said with a sly grin, as she finally broke off their kiss, “I thought Josh popped your cherry. That’s what you told me and Michelle … he took you to that sleazy motel by the lake, and …”

“I know … we didn’t … I just sucked his dick … I … ohhhh,” Donna whimpered, as Emily’s thumb found her clit and began insistently rubbing it. “I know … mmm! … I know it sounds corny, but … OOOH!! Emily!!! … I want to save myself for my wedding night, and Josh, he’s a virgin too … mmmMMM!!! … but he wanted to tell his friends he wasn’t anymore, and I … I … ooHHH!!! … I told him he could tell everyone, if …”

Donna tried to say more, but couldn’t. Her perky tits rose and fell in rhythm with the small, gasping sighs she was making … and also in rhythm with her hips, which eagerly began grinding against Emily’s invading fingers. She moaned loudly, and then her hips spasmed and shuddered as she began to orgasm wildly against Emily’s hand. Emily kept

“Sssshhh,” Emily said. She pulled her hand out of Donna’s panties. Her fingers slick and sticky with her best friend’s juices, Emily touched one of them to her lips … and then stuck it in Donna’s mouth, making her friend suck her finger clean. “I understand. Do you?”

Less hesitantly, Donna nodded.

“Good,” Emily said. She casually pulled off the top of her cheerleading outfit, tossing it careless on the floor, and began to undo the clasp of her bra. She leaned back on the bench as her big, bouncing tits popped free, and raised her legs high in the air.

“Now help me take off my skirt,” Emily commanded Donna, “and eat my pussy.”

Emily loved watching the slight moment of guilty hesitation as Donna glanced once more at the door … and yet still slowly pulled away Donna’s cheerleading skirt, and her panties, as she’d been instructed. Emily kicked off her socks and sneakers, and watched Donna’s pale, excited face as her best friend feasted on the glorious sight of Emily’s naked body. She could feel Donna’s eyes sliding over her skin, staring between her splayed thighs at her bald, beautiful cunt. She could practically see the dirty, sinful desire burning inside Donna as the dark-haired girl timidly reached down and began to stroke Emily’s damp, lean inner thighs with her hands, making both girls tremble in wild delight.

“Eat my pussy, Donna,” Emily said. “It’s going to be wonderful. Understand?”

Donna nodded. Eagerly.

Donna lay down on her stomach on the bench, her breasts pressed against its smooth, polished wooden surface as she slid forward, putting her face right between Emily’s legs. She closed her eyes as she placed her hands around Emily’s thighs, gripping her lover’s hips as she began to kiss and suck Emily’s bare, sopping cunt. She groaned loudly as she began to brazenly hump the bench that she and Emily were lying on while she ate out her best friend, trying desperately to bring herself to another powerful climax.

Emily closed her eyes as Donna’s tongue lapped even more ravenously at her bare wet snatch, and moaned loudly as her best friend slipped two fingers into her velvety folds and began fucking her with wild, shameless glee. She adored how Donna ate out her pussy with such wild ardor. Charlotte’s tongue had been a little better at licking Emily’s honeypot – presumably, because she was a far more experienced muffdiver – but what Donna lacked in experience, she more than made up for with raw enthusiasm. It wasn’t long before Emily was gasping for breath, running her fingers excitedly through the curls of Donna’s dark hair as she arched her back and felt the heat inside her about to explode with delicious delight.

And as Emily came hard, neither of the two girls noticed the figure lurking by the doorway of the girl’s locker room, which was pushed open just a tiny crack. And they certainly never noticed him filming every moment of their naughty, depraved pleasure with a digital camera.
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