Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions Volume 1: Brittany, Misty, Ashley and Lisa

By Christie St Claire

The Cheerleaders of Fenton University have been bad and Christie St Claire didn’t care.

Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions Volume 1 contains four full stories of the sexy confessions of four Fenton University Cheerleaders.

Meet Brittany
Christie St Claire wasn’t bothered about the rumors of the Cheerleader Squad of Fenton University being involved in a scandal with the Board of Trustee, until she found herself in the cheerleader locker room late one night witnessing events that changed her mind. When Christie heard Brittany’s shouts echoing down the empty corridors of the gym, Christie wasn’t sure whether they were shouts of pain or pleasure. So she went to investigate.

Meet Misty
Misty, captain of the cheerleaders, is looking for scrub down after a heavy workout. When she sneaks into the boy’s locker-room wearing a towel, mules and a peppy smile, she gets more than she expects in the form of a big hunk of Chad. Chad is the new quarterback and Misty makes sure he gets a full on cheerleader welcome.

Meet Ashley
Ashley is having a difficult time in the locker room—everything she sees is turning her on. Everything changes when Tara wants some alone time with Ashley. After practice, the two girls head back to Ashley’s for a sleepover. It looks like Tara has ideas of her own that involve marshmallows and are guaranteed to give Ashley the night of her life.

Meet Lisa
Lisa is in for a shock when she turns up for her midterm and realizes she is completely unprepared. Sitting at her desk in the hot morning, Lisa makes an impulsive decision. She is determined she is going to do whatever it takes to pass the class. It looks like hot Professor Woodson is in for steamy after class meeting to ensure Lisa gets her A.

Disclaimer
Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions contains explicit bitching about other cheerleaders and an awful lot of sex. All characters are 18 years old and doing things you shouldn’t do and definitely shouldn’t talk about. All situations are consensual acts of a whole lot of fun that they don’t want other people to know about. Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is more than a little strange, but really, you shouldn’t take it too seriously. It’s just a story.

Approximate length: 30,000 words.

EXTRACT from Penalties in the Locker Room:
At first I didn’t see her. All I saw was the hour glass back of a woman over six feet tall in high heels. She was wearing the tightest corset I had ever seen. It was black leather with a shine of regular use and must have been made with iron rods. Her ass cheeks and shoulders puffed out heavily tanned skin at either end of the corset. It didn’t look like a fake tan; it looked like sunburn scorched into a violent tan. Her hair was a large weave of black cables twisted together like electrical wires. Her ass cheeks were held up by stocking attached to the bottom of her corset.

In her long gloved hands, the woman held a large wooden paddle. She shifted her weight, giving me her profile. She was in her forties with heavily applied make-up in dramatic reds and blacks as if she didn’t often use make-up. When I looked past her towards the benches I saw Brittany. She was dressed in a cheerleader’s outfit. It wasn’t her outfit. Well it might have been her outfit, but it wasn’t an outfit any squad would let their cheerleaders wear.

The tunic was barely holding her boobs. Even from the side I could see the pink and white material straining against her breasts, rounding them out and popping those nipples as hard as rocks. The skirt was the pleated style that you imagine cheerleaders wearing, but never actually wear. It was tightly secured around her waist and rolled up her back. Her bloomers were held firmly under her knees to reveal her naked ass.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christie St Claire
• Release date: Jun 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310906527

Christie St Claire

Christie St Claire isn’t her real name and these are more than just stories. You could say she uses the name Christie St Claire to protect the innocent, which isn’t to say she is innocent, quite the reverse. There has been a scandal at Fenton University that involved the Cheerleader Squad and a good portion of the Board of Trustees. Christie St Claire is doing everything she can and a lot of things she shouldn’t to find out what happened. You shouldn’t really read Christie St Claire’s stories. She is using them to expose the sordid sexual lives of the Fenton University Cheerleader Squad. The stories are personal accounts from cheerleaders about their dirty little lives. If a character is too familiar, then you might just know them. What you won’t know is what they do in secret, and that’s what Christie St Claire will show you.

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Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions

Volume 1: Misty, Ashley and Lisa

by Christie St Claire

Copyright © 2014 by Christie St Claire

Published by Christie St Claire at Smashwords

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events, or place is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Cover art by Rule of Life Graphics

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Dedication

To lay bare the truth of delinquent cheerleaders

For Fenton University

Table of Contents

Foreword

Penalties in the Locker Room

Misty Showers with the Quarterback

Ashley’s Sleepover

Lisa Goes All the Way for an A

Fenton University Cheerleader Profiles

Foreword

Christie St Claire isn’t my real name and these are more than just stories. I will tell you that I go to Fenton University. You might have heard of the place, you might not. A little while ago, a bit of a scandal ripped through the school. I use ripped in the loosest sense of the word because whatever happened involved the Cheerleader Squad and a good portion of the Board of Trustees. Now, the Board of Trustees obviously have a lot of influence, because before the scandal even got started it disappeared. The loophole in all the secrecy and conspiracy were the cheerleaders. It is a loophole I have exploited.

What you are about to read is one of a series of personal accounts written by one of the cheerleaders about their dirty little lives. Having been involved in the scandal, the dozen or so girls on squad were made to confess their dirty little secrets to a private blog. It turns out that the blog wasn’t so private.

These were confessions written in confidence by cheerleaders with all sorts of interests, all sorts of stories and all sorts of dirty little secrets. You shouldn’t really read these stories. I mean, shouldn’t you respect a poor cheerleader’s privacy?

If you’re still reading, it’s because you have a sordid mind or want to know about the sordid actions of others, so I think we should dispense with any high-minded righteous ideals. Taken by itself this story gives you an insight into the sexual secrets of a cheerleader. She might sound familiar. It might be someone you know. What you won’t know is what they do in secret, which is exactly what I will show you. Taken as a group of stories, they show you the sordid corruption of the squad and provide clues about the scandal that the Trustees have worked so hard to hide.

And why you might ask do I want to show you? Well, you could say I am looking to uncover what happened. Reveal the scandal to the world. Or maybe I’m a disgruntled cheerleader, a cheerleader who didn’t make the squad or one who was denied the position of captain. Maybe I am looking for payback against a group of the most depraved and promiscuous students in the school. Or maybe I am just horny. I might be some of those things or none of them, but when it comes down to it, who I am is irrelevant. What you have ahead of you is important.

These are the confessions of the delinquent cheerleaders of Fenton University, without doubt, the most corrupt and perverted group of girls in the entire school.

Disclaimer

Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions contain explicit bitching about other cheerleaders and an awful lot of sex. All characters are 18 years old and doing things you shouldn’t do and definitely shouldn’t talk about. All situations are consensual acts of a whole lot of fun that they don’t want other people to know about.

Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is more than a little strange, but really, you shouldn’t take it too seriously. It’s just a story.

Penalties in the Locker Room

Please. I want it. Please let me have it.

Despite the pathetic whimper in her voice, there was no way I could mistake the high-pitched tones of Brittany.

Here was a bitch that made my life hell all through High School and then had the nerve to follow me to university. I didn’t think her spite could reach so far. In High School, I’d be standing around minding my own business and she’d sneak up on me, grab my boobs, give them a good squeeze and then announce they were firm but still only an A cup. She was pretty spiteful.

Hearing her voice caused me to squirm uncomfortably. I could feel her hands all over my boobs all over again and remembered the endless injustices. I was in tenth grade and Tommy Stripewell had asked me out. I was feeling pretty good about myself, mostly because he was good with his hands. It was great. And then there was Brittany. Could she just secretly screw him behind my back? No. We were at spring formal getting on with some light petting on the dance floor. She comes out of nowhere, her rock-hard boobs pushed up to her chin, cuts in and starts making out with him right there. I protested, she pushed me over like it was kindergarten and then took him outside so he could blow her on the hood of my car. He blew her on my car.

The only reason I made it through High School was she took up cheerleading big time and ended up hanging around the gym. Then she gets a cheerleading scholarship to my university. Who ever heard of cheerleading scholarship in the first place?

I had no desire to know what she did in the gym in High School or at university. Why I was in the gym the night I heard her whimper, well, I was looking for something for the university newspaper. Exactly what I was looking for is another story.

Her whimpers were coming from the locker room, carried down the midnight corridors and echoing round the large empty hall. I hesitated before following them. I didn’t want to go into the locker room. It made sense that she was in there. She was bitch queen of our High School locker room, why wouldn’t she transfer her reign over to university?

For me, the locker room was a special place of humiliation. She would happily wander round in her bikini briefs and nothing else, giving everyone a good hard look at her boobs. They weren’t massive, just well rounded and heavy. I swear, if I didn’t know that she lived in a trailer park, I’d think she had a boob job. Maybe she had. Maybe her folks had sold their house to get her a boob job to start her on her career towards being a professional stripper. She would stand in the locker room chatting away, her boobs right in your face or she’d be across the room and you’d be looking at her tight ass. She’d always wear the same Victoria Secret panties that cut her right up the ass. Then she’d wander around and give the odd girl a slap on the ass.

Public humiliation is one thing, being humiliated by a well-endowed half naked bitch is two parts degrading, one part stimulating.

In the darkness of the gym, what gave me strength and thrust me onwards was the tone of those squeals pushed through that high-pitch little voice. They seemed to say, it hurts, I don’t like it but I need more of it. Whatever it turned out to be, I had to go look and I wasn’t disappointed. After hearing her initial pleadings, I heard a sound like a large pile of books being dropped on a table and then a moan. The smacking sound rung out again and again. At first it made me jump and then I knew it was the sound of something flat and heavy resounding against ass cheeks. I thought I was ready.

What I saw next was just surreal. I don’t consider myself sheltered or anything. I knew this kind of thing happened, but to actually see it was a real eye opener. I mean, I’d watched porn and all. I’d seen some pretty strange stuff, but those are actors, they are getting paid to do that. This was real. This was two people doing the kind of shit you expect to find in porn and pulling out all the fucking stops.

The swinging door to the locker room looked heavy, noisy and inclined to drag across the floor. I peeped through the little window; it had the usual discretion wall. I got a sense of the rhythm of the smacking sound and quickly pushed through at the same time as one of those slaps rung around the gym accompanied by Brittany’s squeals. The smacking stopped. They had heard something. Would they investigate? It was barely a break in rhythm and the slaps started up again. But then I encountered a moment’s