Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
That does it. I step closer, but then I stop.
“What’s wrong?” she asks coyly. “What happened?”
I stare at the cheerleading outfit on the floor.
“Why did you wear that?”
My question surprises even me. Why am I asking this, now of all times? I should be on or in her already. At first, Janie tries to deflect.
“To cheer on the home team, of course,” she says. “I know it’s my high school uniform, but the colors are right.”
I cock my head again.
“No, why really?”
Her cheeks flush.
“Well, okay. I wore it for you, Mr. Danner. Did you like it?”
I nod, my blue eyes going hot as I move another step closer. I feel as if I’m being drawn to her like a magnet and unable to keep myself away, even though I know this is wrong.
“You know I like it. I like it too much, in fact. You know you made me lose at poker this past week, right?”
Her cheeks go pink as she covers her mouth with one hand.
“No, I didn’t,” she says in a soft voice. “Was it a lot?”
I nod, blue eyes boring into her soft brown ones.
“It was, honey, because I couldn’t get my mind off of you. The entire night, when I should have been focused on cards, all I could think about were your huge tits and sassy behind. I beat myself off in the bathroom, FYI.”
From the sparkle in her eye, I can tell she already knows.
“Yes, because I heard you,” Janie murmurs. “You were moaning as you did it. I walked by the bathroom when you were … ahem, enjoying yourself.”
I nod, stepping closer once more. I’m almost touching her now, and the air between us is electric.
“So you know I lost my shirt at poker because I was so busy thinking about you. I lost more than five hundred bucks in fact, and it’s all your fault. How are you going to make it up to me?”
For the first time, uncertainty fills those brown eyes as Janie bites her plush bottom lip.
“Um, I could pay you back?” she asks in a weak voice. “I just work retail at the mall, so it isn’t much, but I could give you what I have and then pay you back in installments.”
I shake my head, so close now that our noses are practically touching. Her chocolate eyes look up into mine, wide and innocent.
“No sweetheart, that’s not enough,” I say in a smooth tone. “Besides, I don’t want to be paid back with money. I want to be paid in another way.”
Her breath catches now, her stiff nipples lightly brushing against the fabric of my shirt. We both inhale sharply at the contact, and Janie’s pupils dilate as I stare down at her.
“How so, Mr. Danner?” she murmurs. “What do you want me to do?”
I jerk my head at the discarded cheerleading uniform on the ground. She’s left her pom-poms on the carpet too, and I nod at them.
“See those pom-poms? I want to see you dance with them.”
Janie nods, unable to look away from my gaze.
“Yes, of course, Mr. Danner,” she breathes. “I think I remember some of my old routines.”
But before she can bend over to pick up the red and white poms, I grab her wrist, stopping her.
“No, not dance as in your old cheerleading moves. Dance as in getting nasty. I want to see you get filthy with the poms. Use them in a way you’ve never done at practice. Use them in a way that would get you kicked off the cheer squad.”
Realization dawns in the curvy girl’s eyes and her cheeks go scarlet. But biting her lip, Janie nods again and steps back to pick up her cheerleading poms. They’re unremarkable, just a red and white set with white plastic handles and red and white sparkly streamers. She takes a deep breath while picking them up and then meets my eye.
“Are you ready, Mr. Danner?” she asks in a throaty voice.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I growl in return.
With that, Janie bends down, slowly trailing the poms up her legs as she does. I can’t take my eyes off the sparkly streamers as they sensuously glide over the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She runs the streamers up against her cunt, gyrating her hips while staring into my eyes.
“Is this what you want, Mr. Danner?” she breathes.
I nod, sitting on the couch, never taking my gaze from her.
“It is, baby girl,” is my answering rasp. “Keep going.”
She nods and continues trailing the poms over her exposed skin. She brushes them up and over that creamy tummy before circling the white plastic handles around her hard nipples.
“More,” I growl.
Janie immediately understands and pops her tits out from the cups of her lace bra. They’re huge and with a sly smile, she traces over the nipples again with the poms, circling her hips in a slow counter-clockwise motion as she does so.