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Trance at Tryouts: Wednesday

by Cordial Knot


WEDNESDAY

Lauren grinned as she looked around at the other girls stretching in preparation for the third day of tryouts. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one who had opted for new workout shorts. Until today, the seventh graders had all been wearing either Nike shorts or formless basketball shorts. Now, every single girl was wearing skintight booty shorts with their sports bras.

Actually, now that Lauren was thinking about it, that wasn’t the only thing that she had noticed. Today, all of the girls that she recognized from cheerleader tryouts had dressed more revealingly at school. All of the 24 girls had gotten dressed that morning in outfits that showed much more skin than they ever had before. In retrospect, Lauren had to admit that wearing a skirt that she had outgrown two years ago was probably not something she would normally do, but it had felt natural to put it on this morning. Lauren had liked getting looks from the middle school boys, and some male teachers, as she went to her classes.

Lauren, Kristi, and Carmen had just met up and begun stretching on the gym floor when Coach Sheffield walked into the gym. The coach cupped her hands around her mouth, raising her voice to be heard over the girls’ conversations.

“Girls, we have a quick announcement before today’s tryouts,” Coach Sheffield announced. The two dozen girls fell into a weary silence, unsure if the news would be good or bad. Coach Sheffield proceeded to carefully unfold a piece of paper she had been holding in her hand. “Coach Marshall would like the following girls to go to his office because he is interested in talking with you about joining the girls’ soccer team.”

All the girls instantly began whispering to their neighbors. Soccer and cheerleading had conflicting schedules, so anyone who joined the soccer team couldn’t become a cheerleader. Was this just an excuse for Coach Sheffield to make the first round of cheerleader cuts?

Lauren and her friends unconsciously reached for each other’s hands as Coach Sheffield read off six names. The sixth name was Carmen. Lauren squeezed her friend’s hand even as she felt Carmen’s grip go slack. Going to talk to Coach Marshall didn’t necessarily mean that Carmen was getting cut, but it was not a good sign. Lauren heard Carmen’s breath hitch and saw a film of tears spring to her eyes, cutting through the happy temperament that had affected all of the girls since Monday.

“I’m not joining the soccer team or whatever he wants me to do,” Carmen whispered fiercely to Lauren and Kristi. Coach Sheffield spoke again before either girl could reply.

“Enough whispering,” the coach said authoritatively, “the six girls I called are to go to Coach Marshall’s office. Now.”

There was no argument. An order had been given and it had to be obeyed. Carmen and the other five girls that had been called slowly left the group and headed to Coach Marshall’s office. Coach Sheffield didn’t give the girls any time to think after their friends had left. Today’s exercises were all designed to test the girls’ flexibility. They were told to divide up into pairs, so Lauren and Kristi partnered up. Each girl was given a checklist to measure her own flexibility. These flexibility tests seemed normal for cheerleader tryouts, so none of the girls thought it unusual.

For the first stretch, Kristi sat down on the floor and lay back, leaving her legs bent up. Lauren looked at the instructions and giggled. She was supposed to push Kristi’s legs down and apart to test her flexibility. Lauren cupped each of her hands around one of Kristi’s knees and began spreading her friend’s legs. When her knees were less than a foot off of the floor, Kristi let out a little whimper. Lauren dropped her eyes, not wanting to look at her friend if she was in pain. As Lauren kept pushing, slower and gentler now, her eyes fell on Kristi’s waist. The stretching was causing Kristi’s hot pants to ride up, making it look like she was wearing black bikini bottoms. The skintight fabric was hugging Kristi’s crotch in a way that Lauren found… interesting. Lauren stared down as she pushed Kristi’s legs further, tracing the lines of her friend’s body with her eyes. In a few seconds, by the time she couldn’t push anymore, Lauren’s eyes were glued to Kristi’s mound. Lauren looked up guiltily, but Kristi was staring at the ceiling and biting her lip. Sighing inwardly with relief, Lauren let go of her friend’s legs and made a note on Kristi’s flexibility sheet. She lay down herself, feeling an odd excitement as Kristi started to force her legs open.

The afternoon progressed with Lauren and Kristi, and all of the other girls in the gym, alternating exercises. Lauren repeatedly caught herself staring at Kristi’s body. For some reason the brunette’s legs, breasts, and butt held a peculiar fascination for Lauren. She didn’t know what to make of her sudden interest and, though it could have been her imagination, Lauren thought that she had caught Kristi looking at her chest and waist a few times, too.

At the end of the day’s tryouts, Coach Sheffield called all of the girls together. She told them that they were to go to Coach Marshall’s office and get their pictures taken again. Lauren, for a brief moment, realized that the girls had never received nametags made with the pictures that they had taken yesterday. But that thought, and any other troubling ones, quickly slipped from her head and she obediently followed the other seventh graders to the gym exit.

Lauren and Kristi stood with the other girls outside Coach Marshall’s office. In whispers, they asked each other if Carmen and the other five girls had gone home for the day and if they had been cut from the cheerleading squad. The girl at the front of the line knocked on Coach Marshall’s door but no one answered. Ten minutes passed and the girls began to get restless although none of them considered leaving: they had been ordered to get their pictures taken, after all. Then, further down the hallway, the boys’ locker room door opened. Coach Marshall stepped out, breathing heavily.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, girls,” he called out to the seventh graders waiting outside his office. “I had to take care of a few things with the six of you that are joining the soccer team.”

Lauren and Kristi exchanged looks. Carmen had decided to join the girls’ soccer team?

Coach Marshall refused to explain further, merely gesturing for the first girl to follow him inside his office. Quiet conversations, more speculation, broke out at various places in the line. Pictures seemed to be taking a lot longer than they had previously so the girls managed to throw out increasingly improbable ideas as to why the missing six girls would want to join the soccer team. It was nothing more than gossip but it passed the time until Lauren reached the front of the line. Lauren flashed Kristi a smile as the coach called for the next girl. Lauren stepped inside the office and closed the door behind her.

Coach Marshall was rubbing the seat of the chair with a towel. Something had stained it. The coach turned and grinned at her. “Hi, Lauren. Ready for your next picture?”

Lauren walked over to the coach, taking small steps so that her hips swung more. Seeing him had brought forth a sudden desire to act sexy. Lauren thought she may have a crush on him; it seemed the only likely explanation. Standing in front of the coach, Lauren wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him against her. Pressing her bare stomach against the coach, Lauren felt warmth coming off of him. That made her happy, although she wasn’t sure why. She also did not connect the warmth to his crotch, although that was clearly the source.

Oblivious, Lauren pressed her young body against the man. She tilted her head up a bit to meet his eyes. “Make sure to take a better picture of me today. Okay, Coach?”

“It’ll be better today,” promised Coach Marshall. He reached around her hips to cup her butt.

This was more deliberate than yesterday and Lauren instinctively tried to shake free of the groping. Something wasn’t right. Dressing sexy was good. Pressing her body against the coach’s was good. Letting him grope her was good. Wasn’t it? Something wasn’t right. Maybe groping wasn’t good? Lauren was confused.

Coach Marshall was moving her, setting her down in the chair he had just cleaned. Lauren was still processing her conflicting feelings. Thoughts seemed to be more troublesome these days so sifting through her emotions took all of her concentration. Lauren was vaguely aware that Coach Marshall had moved behind his desk. She felt like she was starting to gather her thoughts –it was the groping that was bad– when Coach Marshall pressed a key on his laptop.

Lauren had just enough time to notice that there was no camera on the tripod today before the first flasher went off and she was thrown into blissful mindlessness.

*flash* *flash* *sexy and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *obey Coach Marshall* *flash* *sexy and horny**flash* *empty mind* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *sexy and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *obey Coach Marshall* *flash* *sexy and horny**flash* *empty mind* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey**flash* *flash* *sexy and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *obey Coach Marshall* *flash* *sexy and horny**flash* *empty mind* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *sexy and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *obey Coach Marshall* *flash* *sexy and horny**flash* *empty mind* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *sexy and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *obey Coach Marshall* *flash* *sexy and horny**flash* *empty mind* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *flash*

Lauren felt her booty shorts being pulled down. Her mind was in a fog of pleasure and the feeling of the spandex being pulled down her skin sent shivers up her body. Absently, she was aware of a kind of itch in her private place. As the room came back into focus, Lauren saw that Coach Marshall was kneeling next to her. He was the one who had pulled down her shorts and was now working her panties down her legs. She looked at the coach blankly, her mouth slack. This must be a dream. If this was a dream, she should enjoy it. Lauren smiled dimly at the dream-coach as he put a finger on her private place.

Her pussy. Had the word come from Coach Marshall? Lauren couldn’t remember. It was in her head now, anyway. Her pussy. Coach Marshall trailed a finger along the fold of skin. Lauren shuddered. The itch was getting worse, but it was a good itch. A second finger. Coach Marshall began rubbing the top of her pussy. Her clit. Another new word. Coach Marshall was definitely talking now. Lauren heard individual words but couldn’t consciously put them together into a sentence. It was easier to just let the words flow into her. She could think about them later.

Lauren’s breath caught. Coach Marshall had put a finger inside of her. Lauren let out a tiny groan as she experienced the sensation of the coach’s finger sliding inside of her pussy. She looked down, watching Coach Marshall play with the spot between her legs. That spot, her pussy, became Lauren’s entire world. It was all that she was aware of: the pleasure that was building, feeding on the touches of Coach Marshall. Coach Marshall was pleasure. Coach Marshall was good. The coach wedged a second finger inside of her pussy and started pushing deeper. A few times, Lauren felt a flash of pain, as if the coach had hit something inside of her. But, if anything, the pain only made her growing desire stronger and more acute. Coach Marshall kept forcing his fingers in and out of her, going faster now. With his other hand, he resumed playing with her clit, which seemed more pronounced than it had been before.

There was a strong compulsion for Lauren to keep quiet. She didn’t know why, perhaps it was something that Coach Marshall had told her. It was getting more difficult to muffle her voice, though, as the coach increased the speed of his ministrations again. Lauren climbed higher and higher on waves of pleasure that seemed to flood from her pussy. Finally, she felt her pussy clench around Coach Marshall’s fingers as ecstasy exploded in her. In the throes of pleasure, Lauren barely noticed as Coach Marshall quickly thrust his fingers deeper than her had gone before. A sharp stab of pain arced through her, but it was quickly muted by the overwhelming bliss.

Lauren’s head lolled to one side as her orgasm subsided. Coach Marshall wasn’t with her anymore. Her heart rate returning to normal, Lauren looked around and saw him back at his laptop. He pressed a button, white lights filled the room, and Lauren remembered nothing else.

*flash* *flash* *sexy and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *obey Coach Marshall* *flash* *sexy and horny**flash* *empty mind* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *sexy and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *obey Coach Marshall* *flash* *sexy and horny**flash* *empty mind* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey**flash* *flash* *sexy and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *obey Coach Marshall* *flash* *sexy and horny**flash* *empty mind* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *sexy and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *obey Coach Marshall* *flash* *sexy and horny**flash* *empty mind* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *sexy and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *obey Coach Marshall* *flash* *sexy and horny**flash* *empty mind* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *flash*

Lauren woke from what seemed to her to be the most realistic dream she had ever had. Her slack-jawed grin faded into a small smile as the bliss that the flashers always brought began to recede. She looked down at her lap noting, with a surprising amount of disappointment, that her booty shorts were firmly in place. Too firmly in place, perhaps, as they were clearly outlining her pussy. Lauren giggled. She wasn’t wearing panties! She couldn’t remember if she had even put them on this morning. It didn’t really matter. It was better to go without panties.

A soft cough reminded Lauren that Coach Marshall was in the room. Funny how little she seemed to be aware of in recent days. Lauren smiled charmingly at the coach, a smile that grew wider as she realized that he didn’t know that she had just had a sexy dream about him.

“Stand up.”

Lauren stood up. It felt good to do what she was told. She had a sudden desire to put her hand between her legs and touch herself, but she managed to suppress it. Lauren kept smiling absently at Coach Marshall. He ran his eyes up and down her body, lingering on her hips. Lauren didn’t mind. She was sexy. She should be looked at.

“Show me your tits.”

Obey Coach Marshall. Lauren’s hands twitched. Always obey. Lauren hooked her fingers underneath the fabric of her bra and tugged it upwards, letting her breasts slip free. She looked at the coach with wide eyes, hoping that she had earned his approval.

“Good girl,” Coach Marshall said. He smiled as Lauren tugged her sports bra back down over her breasts. “You can go now, you’re done for today.”