Trance at Tryouts: Monday
by Cordial Knot
This story was inspired and influenced by Ain’t A Cheerleader in Texas. The original is very hot and I enjoyed reading it, although it is unrelated to my story. Mine is more of a remake, centering on middle school cheerleading tryouts rather than a summer camp for aspiring college cheerleaders. This will be a five part story (Monday-Friday) possibly with an epilogue.
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MONDAY
Cheerleader tryouts at Oak Park Middle School are always fiercely competitive. Without fail, whoever is selected as captain goes on to be cheerleader captain of whatever high school she attends. Even the other cheerleaders from this middle school go on to be some of the most talented cheerleaders on high school and even college teams. Girls try out for the junior varsity squad in seventh grade and, if they make the cut, they continue on to the varsity squad in eighth grade. But each year only eight girls are selected to be in the new JV squad.
Since so many girls try out for the team, the tryouts are incredibly intense. This was something that Lauren and her friends, Kristi and Carmen, learned very quickly. Last week it had seemed like a great idea for the three friends to join the team. They wrote their names on the sign-up sheet together and they were each given a copy of the tryout schedule.
Now, thinking about the schedule, Lauren groaned. Each day this week, the two dozen girls that had signed up would be required to stay in the gym after school for almost three hours. There were apparently all sorts of workouts and exercises to test the determination and abilities of the seventh graders. And, starting after Wednesday’s session, girls would begin to get cut until Coach Sheffield had whittled the team down to eight girls.
Today, Coach Sheffield was focusing on endurance testing for different muscles. They had to do dozens of sit-ups, push-ups, lunges, and a host of other strenuous activities. Now, even with the first day almost over, Coach Sheffield had made the girls jog laps around the gym. All in all it seemed like the only purpose was to tire everyone out, since this was much more intense than what should be required for cheerleading.
“Alright girls, that’s it for the day,” Coach Sheffield called out. All the girls sank to the ground wherever they were, completely exhausted by the grueling workout. “Now, before you take your showers, line up outside of Coach Marshall’s office. He’ll call you in one at a time to take your pictures for your name tags.”
All the girls exchanged glances of confusion. Why was the soccer coach taking the cheerleader pictures? What was the point in getting their picture taken for a name tag? And why bother after the practice was already over?
Seeing everyone’s confusion, Coach Sheffield clarified somewhat, “The name tags are to help me out during tryouts; they’ll be ready for you tomorrow.”
The girls got to their feet, wincing as they stretched their stiffening muscles. Falling more or less in line, they trudged to the coaches’ offices by the locker rooms. Lauren, Kristi, and Carmen hung back so that they could stand together at the back of the line. The train of girls was quieter than it normally would have been. Everyone was too exhausted to gossip much so they mostly just waited tiredly as Coach Marshall called them in one-by-one.
Being at the back of the line, Lauren didn’t notice anything amiss until it was almost her turn. When it was down to Lauren and her friends, Carmen went in first. The Mexican girl, being short for her age, was the most weary of their little group and wanted to leave so that she could go home and rest. As Carmen closed the door behind her, Lauren tapped Kristi on the shoulder.
“Have you noticed how long it’s taken everyone to get their pictures taken?” she asked her brunette friend.
Kristi shrugged. “We weren’t in any order. I guess the coach has to find our names on the roster and put it in the computer.”
“I guess.” Lauren echoed, frowning a little. She had also noticed, as they had gotten closer to the door, that the girls always seemed to leave very happy. It was a little creepy, considering that everyone went in dragging their heels and covered in sweat. Maybe they were just happy to be done and be able to take a shower.
It was almost five minutes before Carmen came out. When the door opened, Carmen was practically beaming at her friends. Lauren and Kristi looked at their friend in shock. Before going in, Carmen had been griping about the pain in every muscle she had. Now, while admittedly still looking tired, she was grinning like it was Christmas.
Lauren quirked an eyebrow. “What happened to you?”
Carmen giggled and wrapped her arms around herself delightedly. “I’m just happy we made it through the first day of tryouts.”
Kristi rolled her eyes. “Well, take it down a notch.”
Carmen just giggled again and her eyes briefly went unfocused. She seemed somewhat dazed.
There isn’t much that’s more annoying than talking to a happy person when you yourself are feeling miserable. So, when Coach Marshall called for the next girl, Kristi threw a disgusted look at her friend and marched inside. Lauren’s nose wrinkled in confusion as Carmen spun away, all but skipping to the locker room. Alone with her thoughts, Lauren struggled to hear what was going on behind the shuttered window, but the coach’s muffled voice was indiscernible.
It seemed to take forever for Kristi to finish, but it was probably no longer than Carmen. The door swung open and Kristi stepped out, no longer glowering. In fact, if anything, she looked happier than Carmen had. Lauren scrunched up her face, the question obvious.
“I don’t know,” Kristi shrugged, seeming at least vaguely aware that her newfound giddiness was at odds with her previous behavior. She laughed at Lauren’s confusion as she turned towards the locker room. She called back over her shoulder, “It was probably just nice to be able to sit down after all that exercise.”
“Next.” The call came from inside the office. Stifling her misgivings, Lauren walked in and closed the door behind her.
Coach Marshall was typing on his computer, but looked up as she came in. The thirteen-year-old crossed her arms, suddenly and acutely aware that she was dressed only in a sports bra and soccer shorts. When she was surrounded by the other aspiring cheerleaders it didn’t seem that unusual but it was a different story when she was alone with a man.
But Coach Marshall barely glanced at her, merely gesturing towards the chair a few feet from his desk. “Go ahead and sit down. It’ll just be a minute.”
Hesitantly, Lauren walked over to the chair he had indicated and sat down. Surprisingly, it was a large and comfy armchair, heavily cushioned- unlike the rigid chairs that students had to sit in for yearbook pictures. Lauren let out a small sigh of contentment as she let her tired body sink into the padded seat. Glancing around, she noticed that the room had several umbrella-shaped flash devices mounted on tripods, similar to those used by professional photography companies. Lauren was impressed that they would bother with them for a simple nametag, although it did look like there were too many. After all, the one lone flasher at the yearbook photos made her eyes water. The half dozen in this room would probably leave her blind. Maybe that was why everyone had looked dazed when they came out of the office.
Coach Marshall stood up, interrupting Lauren’s train of thought. “Alright, Lauren, we’re all set. Just look over here at the camera and relax.”
Relax? Don’t most people say to smile? Lauren opened her mouth to ask a question when the first flash went off. Lauren couldn’t remember what she had been about to say. Another three flashes went off in a rapid strobe. Lauren’s shoulders slumped and she sank back into the chair, her mouth still hanging open. And so it went. Rapid strobes interspersed with pauses. Lauren’s was vaguely aware that there was some pattern, some message in the bursts of light, but it was too hard to focus on anything long enough to be sure. It was easier just to lay back and watch the lights.
*flash* *flash* *smile* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *happy* *flash* *flash* *blank* *flash* *smile**flash* *empty* *flash* *flash* *flash* *happy* *flash* *flash* *smile* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *happy* *flash* *flash* *blank* *flash* *smile**flash* *empty* *flash* *flash* *flash* *happy**flash* *flash* *smile* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *happy* *flash* *flash* *blank* *flash* *smile**flash* *empty* *flash* *flash* *flash* *happy* *flash* *flash* *smile* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *happy* *flash* *flash* *blank* *flash* *smile**flash* *empty* *flash* *flash* *flash* *happy* *flash* *flash* *smile* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *happy* *flash* *flash* *blank* *flash* *smile**flash* *empty* *flash* *flash* *flash* *happy* *flash* *flash* *flash*
It took Lauren several seconds to realize that there were no more flashes. Blinking rapidly, she wondered how long she had been sitting with her mouth hanging open. She smiled, suddenly aware that she was feeling really, really happy. She giggled quietly, thinking about how worried she had been about Carmen and Kristi. This was great!
Coach Marshall took off a pair of thick sunglasses… when had he put those on?... and smiled at the young girl. “We’re all done here, Lauren. Go ahead to the showers and I’ll have your nametag ready for tomorrow.”
Lauren nodded. She got up and wiped some drool off of her chin, grinning when she realized how silly she must have looked. Impulsively, she ran over and hugged Coach Marshall. It wasn’t something she would normally do, but she was feeling so happy. The coach gently extracted himself and gave her a nudge towards the door. Lauren threw open the door and found Coach Sheffield standing just outside the doorway. The sixth grader smiled at her coach, hugged her for good measure, and trotted off towards the locker room.
Coach Marshall chuckled quietly. Lauren was clearly a naturally loving person, which would only make this easier. He turned his attention back to Coach Sheffield at the door. Although Lauren had been too dazed to notice it, the poor woman was trembling with pent up energies. When Lauren had hugged her, pressing her small breasts against the coach, she had clearly almost had an orgasm.
“Come in, Karen.” Coach Marshall gestured expansively toward the chair. “I’m sorry you had to wait so long for your conditioning, but you know that it always takes longer when the girls are in the earlier stages.”
Coach Sheffield let out a whimper. She was so close to cumming that it was difficult for her to walk the short distance to the chair. She sank into the fabric and bit her lip to keep from moaning. Coach Marshall took pity on her and decided to let her get off straight away. Putting on his sunglasses, he tapped a key on the keyboard. The room quickly filled with flashes and, almost as quickly, with moans of pleasure.
Coach Marshall crossed his arms and waited for the session to end. Technically, the sunglasses were unnecessary since the rebounding light shouldn’t be strong enough to alter his mind. Still, there was no guarantee when using jerry-rigged technology from a shady associate. Coach Sheffield let out a particularly loud groan and Coach Marshall snorted. It was a good thing that, between the walls and the showers running, the locker rooms were pretty much soundproof. Otherwise the girls might get worried about what was happening to their coach.
Of course, that brought his mind to the young girls in the locker room right now. Coach Marshall groaned himself, thinking of all the forbidden fruits that he couldn’t sample yet. This was not an instantaneous change and he always had to be careful when girls were in the early stages of their adjustment. But soon enough he would be joining them in the shower.