Posted by dolungbridge on February 03, 2007 at 08:36:55:
JOCELIN'S CHEERLEADING DAYS - PART TWO
BUBBLEGUM VALKYRIES
"Hey, Charlie, check this out." Randy beckoned to his partner. They stood at ground level at the end of one of the giant curved bleachers that made up the Hagen University football arena.
Charlie joined his partner. On the field before them, under blazing stadium lights, the Hagen University cheerleading squad was engaged in a full-uniform practice.
The "Hagen Pagans", as they were called, were anything but savage. Though they were known to paint themselves up for Homecoming and Spirit Week events, in general the girls maintained a classy and dignified appearance. Under Cherrill's guidance, the squad had adopted a uniform style similar to the famous U.S.C. songleaders: A white body-hugging turtle-neck cheer sweater with HAGEN emblazoned across the shelf of the bust-line; and matching white knife-pleated skirt trimmed with green and gold.
Underneath the skirt they wore a narrower, satiny white version of the modern cheer brief which veered suspiciously close to straight lace panties. This made the squad very popular, especially during the high-kick part of their routine.
Charlie and Randy watched from the shadows of the bleachers, fixated, as the squad linked arms and began kicking and cheering. Even from forty yards away, the flash of white cheer briefs held them in a thrall.
A flashlight beam fell on them.
"All right, boys, that's enough." Bettina sidled up to the two men. Like them, she was dressed in black pants and a crisp white shirt with a CAMPUS SECURITY patch stitched over her left breast. "We've still got 23 acres of dorms and bars to patrol."
"Well, you're a wet blanket, Betty," Randy muttered.
"You wish you were my wet blanket," she shot back. "And the name's Bettina. Get it straight."
"Yes, ma'am."
Just then, a flood of headlights swept the three security guards. The black forms of two large automobiles pulled up, engines rumbling. The lights and motors died.
"Who is that?" Bettina demanded.
If the headlights hadn't blinded her, she would have seen the Meyers cheer squad, still dressed in their midriff-baring body-shells and short skirts, crammed into the leather seats of two restored Packard convertibles. These vehicles were normally trotted out and decorated for special events like homecoming parades.
Jocelin sat in the front passenger seat of the first car, next to Linda, a tall, apple-breasted Filipino girl who had volunteered to drive. Linda was the newest addition to the squad, a bright-eyed freshman called up in a hurry after Lori failed to show up for practice. She was thrilled to have been brought into the squad--and even more thrilled to feel the vibrations of the Packard's sturdy V-8 through her legs.
Statuesque, fiery redheads Sara Jane and Megan shared the back seat of the first car with Tonya, a shorter black girl with an ample bosom and the tight booty of a Soul Train dancer.
Ariel drove the second car, with Amber seated beside her. Behind these two gorgeous blondes sat the squad's three auburn-haired 'dark angels', Erica, Sinead and Jessika.
On game days, the squad would ride in style to the Meyers football arena, the Packards festooned with banners, at the head of a legion of excited fans. But tonight, the girls weren't shouting cheers through megaphones--and tonight, it wasn't pom-poms they carried.
"Who the hell is that?" Bettina demanded again. She could see an outline of someone standing up in the first car, holding something.
It was Jocelin. "We have come here," she announced, "to chew bubble-gum and kick ass! And we are ALL... OUT... OF BUBBLEGUM!"
The darkness was pierced by the staccato cough of a silenced Uzi. Randy and Charlie's white shirts exploded with blood. They did a weird backward death-dance, their arms tangling, bodies collapsing together, blood spattering the bleacher wall behind them.
"Fuck!" Bettina exclaimed, eyes widening in terror.
"Not tonight, honey," Jessika said with a twisted grin. She fired twice from her weapon of choice, a 9mm. pistol with a phallic barrel silencer.
THEWP! THEWP! A bullet plopped into each of Bettina's tits. She jerked convulsively with each hit and finally sank to her knees, mouth agape, staring stupidly at the two ragged puckers that had replaced her nipples. Her muscles slackened and she flopped sideways onto the concrete. Thick red streaks of her life-blood travelled down the curves of her breasts.
"All right, Jess! Good one!" Jocelin's heart was pounding with the excitement of her first kill.
Linda groaned. "Why'd we have to shoot those two guys? They were kinda cute."
Out on the field, the unsuspecting Hagen girls had stopped their high-kicking and were now grouping together. As the Meyers squad watched, the Hagen Pagans formed two lines of three girls each. With well-rehearsed precision, another set of three girls each crawled their way onto the shoulders of the two lines. Eventually, a single girl pulled her way up onto the shoulders of the other two girls on each second layer.
At the summit, each girl spread her arms, jutted out her chest and yelled, "Go, Hagen! Go!"
Their voices carried thinly across the field to Jocelin's ear.
"They're doing 3-2-1 pyramids!" Jocelin said.
"What are they, crazy?" Amber asked. "Who's spotting for them?"
"Yeah," Sara Jane wise-cracked. "If they don't watch out, someone's going to get hurt."
Jocelin mind raced. "This is perfect! We'll take 'em by surprise! Everyone ready?"
The shadows were filled with the clatter of cocking weapons.
"I don't know if this is such a good idea," Linda said nervously.
"Shut up and start the engine, you twit!" Jocelin commanded.
The Packards rumbled to life.
"Drive right at 'em!" Jocelin yelled to Linda over the motor. She stood in the front seat, brandishing the Uzi, waving it over her head. "LET'S GO, GIRLS!"
"Shouldn't you put your seat belt on?" Linda asked.
Jocelin slapped her upside the head. "DRIVE, YOU FRESHMAN PIECE OF SHIT!"
Linda stomped on the gas. She only winced a little as the car bounced over Randy and Charlie's bodies. Ariel followed, putting the pedal to the metal. The two cars burst onto the field, and the Meyers girls sat up on their knees on the seats, tense, the wind tearing at their hair and flapping their skirts, their nipples erect and their guns clutched ready at their breasts as they swooped down like Valkyries on their enemies.