Gloria’s reflection was hard to believe, even for her. She looked like a movie starlet, and posed nude like a model in front of the mirror, which felt surprisingly natural. Sometimes she would toss the long, mid-back length of her golden tresses behind her shoulders, other times she would let them fall down her front like a golden waterfall on top of her buoyant boobies. They had grown overnight, again, this time much more noticeable than the last. They were easily a D-cup now, probably larger, except unlike most girls she saw with bosoms as large as hers were now they didn’t sag in the slightest, and fact bounced hypnotically when she walked back and forth in front of the mirror. That was another thing – her walk was different too. Try as she might, Gloria couldn’t pace around her bedroom doing anything except for a model’s gait, one foot crossing right in front of the other to make sure her tight, perfectly-molded heart-shaped ass swayed. It didn’t hurt that her legs didn’t look like they would ever end. She could’ve sworn she was taller, except that sort of thing didn’t happen. She just must have simply been having . . . a good leg day, just like her fabulous hair, boob, skin, boob, face, boob, and ass day. Gloria would have thought it was a growth spurt, except that she knew those were impossible for a woman of twenty-five.

Her face looked beautiful, as it always had, but her lips looked a bit fuller, more naturally pink, and though she was sure she hadn’t put any on it certainly looked like she had on make-up . . . but putting her fingers to her cheeks didn’t rub off any rouge, and her long, fluttery eyelashes certainly had no eyeliner on them. It must have just been a trick of the light, one that was also making her tan look better than it had in at least five years or so. Her skin was golden, contrasting wonderfully with the cascade of shiny blonde locks that showered down her back. Still, she certainly didn’t look bad for a chick in her mid-twenties. She knew every single hot senior at school would kill to have her body. She giggled again at the thought, knowing she could interpret however she wished, male or female, have or “have.”

She blew herself a kiss, rubbing an index finger and thumb between a pink raspberry of a nipple, and suddenly found herself wet at the sight of her reflection. Her sweet pink tongue ran across her lips, the taste there reminding her of some kind of sweet fruits, and in an experimental mood, Gloria reached her head down to her nipple, delighted to find she could suck her own teat. She giggled, making her boob jiggle against her face, which in turn only made her hornier. Her fingers had found their way to her pussy, again, where it was already dripping honey. Gloria didn’t need a shower, waking up smelling fresh and fantastic despite spending most of the night lost in lust with hot and sweaty erotic dreams about getting screwed bent over a school desk, but she found the shower a great excuse to rub her body as much as possible.

She arrived to school looking like a vision, an angel straight from some boob-lover’s heaven, the form-fitting mini doing everything it could to accentuate her cleavage, pressing her fabulous tits up and together, two black strings criss-crossing in a halter-style around her neck. Her body was poured into her new minidress, making it hard to distinguish exactly where the leopard print began and her own silky soft ended. Its tight material reminded her of the lycra skirts she used to wear back in college on test days to endear herself and her image to her professors. It always worked, probably because of her stellar legs more than anything else. The stockings on her legs made them now all sleek and shiny and only accentuated her perfectly formed calves and terrific thighs.

She made a special effort not to be late at all despite wanting to cum several more times in the shower, and compromised with herself and simply played with her pussy on the drive to work. Nobody who noticed seem to care, at least, not negatively. Most stared. Twice she almost got into a wreck, but both times the drivers accepted full responsibility, despite the fact that she had obviously been closing her eyes during the sweet afterglow of another nice cum, after she had slipped her chest and head out of the window at the next stoplight, looking as contrite as possible. Gloria arrived an hour early to school for the staff meeting, held in the library, that everyone was required to attend every Thursday. She sat in the back, a few minutes late, and few noticed her walk in. Those that did refused to stop staring. She smiled at them knowingly, tossing her lustrous hair back and pursing her lips innocently.

Krystal Starr was at the podium, a sumptuous thing with long, chestnut hair and a voluptuous body that Gloria used to find herself wishing she had. It was just too bad the prude dressed in scrubs every day. Gloria knew she kept extra large t-shirts and sweatpants in her office, just in case any girl that came to her was in violation of the strict dress code that Anchor Creek was supposed to enforce.

“As Anchor Creek’s nurse,” she began, “ I feel I must protest the blatant disregard of our school’s health and dress codes seen lately. As a signatory on both, it is my responsibility to remind everyone here to constantly remonstrate any student that wishes to engage in any sort of ‘romantic,’” she even held up her fingers as quotation marks, “ . . . activity. As well, all of us must be on the lookout for dress code violations, no shirts that reach above the waistline, no skirts above the knee. That’s the Anchor Creek way, and I do believe we are all in support of that, are we not?”

Gloria had been strutting her way up and down every aisle of faculty as Nurse Starr spoke, waving hi to everyone. It was only polite to greet all of her colleagues, and besides, networking was an important part of any woman’s repertoire to success. She winked and giggled her bouncy steps past everyone, men and women she had worked beside for such a long time (well, it seemed like ten years, but it couldn’t have been more than three or four), including Claire. She stopped in front of the Principal, sitting in the very front row, and leaned over to give her a wet kiss on the cheek, letting her pink tongue slide across her friend’s face before stopping. Her petite boss only sighed in delight, as did everyone behind her, checking out her considerable cleavage. She smiled seductively at all of her admirers.

Nurse Starr continued. “We have to make sure that we are checking everyone, especially the girls – oh, what?”

Gloria had stepped up right next to Nurse Starr, placing a soft hand on her shoulder. “Darling, I think I could verbalize this better than you, don’t you?”

The nurse put her hand on the microphone on the podium, facing entirely towards Gloria. Her mistake. That only made her ogle at Gloria’s perfect curves, inhale her heady scent. “I um, well, I don’t think-”

“That’s the idea, Nurse. Don’t think about it, just go ahead and sit down, I can take it from here.”

“Let her speak!” Came a shout from the back. Within seconds the entire library was resounding the sentiment. Nurse Starr stepped down, looking a bit stunned. Gloria grabbed the microphone from the podium, not wanting to hide her body in front of her adoring crowd.

“I couldn’t agree more with Nurse Starr,” she said, her voice practically making love to the mic in her hands. “Discipline is incredibly important in a high school setting.” Krystal, sitting down in the front row, smiled wide. “But, let’s think for a second. What is discipline in a place like this for? Only education, am I wrong?” No one said she was. “It’s our job to educate young men and women about the rigors of the real world, whether they be ‘acceptable,’” she mocked Krystal’s use of hand quotes, “or not. As professional educators, it’s our job to make sure our children are well prepared for the real world, and sex is a part of our world. A hot, fun, delicious part of our world that no one should be without.” She flipped her hair behind her back. “So what if a hot young babe wants to walk around in a short skirt? It’s not harming anybody, and as a matter of fact, I’m almost certain most of you randy men enjoy it. The thought of a hot, young, high school babe doing whatever she could to look her best in your class, why, I bet that’s turning you on even now.” Most of the men laughed nervously, a few, near the back, shouted approval. “And so what if some hot hunk wants to neck with his girlfriend in the hallway? Who are we as educators to prevent education about love, the most powerful force in our universe? Surely every time we stop some impromptu make-out session we’re interfering with what could be the next Romeo and Juliet, or Westley and Buttercup? I hardly think it’s fair to deny our splendid students the glory of love. Or lust, if that’s what it comes to.” She giggled, and nearly everyone laughed with her. “After all,” she concluded, “if we can’t support our children, who can we support?”

Gloria strutted down the aisle to a standing ovation. So much for complaints about dress code. The only person that refused to clap was Nurse Starr, and the buxom History teacher made sure to blow her a kiss on the way out.

She stepped into the main hallway of Anchor Creek right when the first bell rang, signifying that class was starting in ten minutes, just so everyone who was working hard enough to show up early got a look at her first. She had to reward her students for good behavior, after all. The half of the guys that didn’t trip over their feet admiring her bodacious bod as she stretched in her doorway were walking into their lockers. She made sure to help the poor souls back on their feet, and a kiss to make them better, usually on the lips, always longer than it had to be.

This was what started the long, sensuous hugs for every student that entered her classroom, her bountiful bosom pressed tight against their own chests, long silky-soft hair falling against their faces, her intoxicating scent getting a wonderful chance to leave them dazed and turn-on. Her students just had to know that she cared, otherwise, how would she ever get ahead? Or get some head, she giggled, closing the door shut after the bell rang. Every eye was on her, the way it should be. A teacher had to do whatever she could to get her student’s attentions, even if it meant dressing up like a totally hot babe. Especially if it meant that, actually, since Gloria knew she was a totally hot babe and could hardly look like anything else.

Most of the girls in the class were wearing mini-skirts, just like her. She beamed at the sight, glad of her positive influence. The ones that weren’t still had on tight sweaters and pants, if not shorts. They largely wore high heels, and all of them were made-up perfectly, obviously having woken up early to apply each stroke of lipstick and eyeshadow perfectly. Gloria knew from experience that most pretty girls tended to look at the prettier ones with envy, but their looks at her were pure adoration. The collective gaze of every boy’s eyes on her, besides making her hot, was pure appetence. She knew without even asking that they wanted her more badly than any other girl they ever had, because she was available, because she flirted so wantonly with them. They had probably all ruined a few sheets of toilet paper last night thinking about her, she could only imagine what they’d do tonight. Or after class in the bathroom, if she really worked at it.

Wistfully, she found herself thinking of one of the studs in the third row jacking himself in the bathroom right next to her office, stroking his long pole to thoughts of her and only her. Absently she spread her legs, leaning back on her desk, sending a smoldering stare to him, licking her lips. Every guy in the class coughed and cross their legs in concert, and Gloria giggled, hopping lightly up on her desk and crossing her legs . . . eventually. Every girl in the class followed her example, monkey see, monkey do. A class full of boners and not even fifteen minutes in. That had to be some sort of record.

“Tell you what, my lovelies,” Gloria said cheerily, “let’s do a little writing assignment.”

Normally they would have all groaned. Now they just sat with rapt attention on whatever she said. Gloria was fairly sure it was because talking made her tits dance in her too-small dress.

“History has a long standing record of kingdoms and even empires falling because of a single woman. Love conquers all, wouldn’t you agree?” They all chorused that they did. “Lust conquers even more, I’d say.” Her voice was soft, melodious, and entrancing. It would be perfect for phone sex, though the incendiary instructor doubted she’d be without the real thing for so long as to try it. She licked her lips. Someone moaned. “Why don’t all of you write me, say, a page, on why there’s nothing wrong at all with giving in to our more carnal desires. With making out with your honey on a street corner, or screwing while your parents are upstairs. Or sneaking a quickie in the school bathroom.” Someone gasped, Gloria just grinned. “Oh don’t lie, if you don’t like that, you just haven’t done it yet. Don’t be afraid to use real names for your fantasies, either – a cheerleader, a football stud, a teacher,” she lingered on the last word, rubbing a hand down one taut side. “I promise not to tell, unless you want me to. One page, due by the end of the class.”

While they wrote, Gloria made sure to give as much assistance as needed, leaning over in front of the desk of every guy or gal that she spoke with. When that got old, she spoke to them only in hot little whispers in their ears, pressing her giant boobs against their backs, letting her hair massage their faces. If they needed any more help concentrating solely on lust, one dainty little hand would drop to their crotch and set their world on fire. She had even more fun by going to her desk at the front of the classroom and pretending to organize it, mostly managing only to drop very small items and then bending over at the waist, her ass towards the class, to pick them up. Her thong was very tiny and very visible. When the papers were turned in at the end of the class, for some reason, most of them described fantasies about her. Gloria read them in her office during the break between classes, idly diddling herself as she did, until she remember suddenly that she hadn’t checked the mail yet today.

Inside her newest package was a pair of lovely leopard-themed platform sandals, the heel reaching more than four inches. She had barely been able to decide between the wedge sandals she had at home and the perfect peach pumps she had received the day before, and it was such a relief, knowing that Female Designs would make these kinds of hard decisions for her. Sometimes, as a girl, it was just so hard to think.

It got immensely harder as soon as she slipped on her new platforms. So did her nipples. She came almost immediately, an earth-shaking orgasm that nearly took Gloria off her feet. It was a good thing she had been practicing at playing with herself so often lately, otherwise she might have been paralyzed with pleasure. For some reason she found herself concentrating on college, how she had seduced her conservative roommate within two nights of meeting her; dressing and redressing in hot red lingerie, asking her how she thought her fabulous body looked in each new pair of exotic panties, how the stockings she had on displayed her legs, if the silky soft lace she was wearing was soft enough. The poor thing had barely even had a drop of alcohol before – by the time Gloria finished with her she was a total sexpot, on the prowl around campus for the next guy to give her a midday romp.

Another card was in the package, listing an address with the letters, “FD” written in flowery, flowing font next to it, “Come and Visit” right beneath that. Did they have a store? How delicious! Gloria would have to go after school.

Now, hot new sandals decorating her toes, Gloria was just jolted with lust, ready to fuck the first person she came across as she exited the mailroom. Luckily for her, it was Holly, dressed in a black miniskirt and tiny yellow halter-top, showcasing her perky young breasts. A hot red thong was pulled up above her skirt, just high enough to be scandalous.

“Hi lovely,” Gloria breathed, quickly cornering the young beauty in the back hallway behind the receptionist’s office. “Love that outfit.” Gloria’s tits pressed against her face, her scent filling her entire world.

Holly appeared as if she desperately wanted to touch herself, a look Gloria was getting used to when she was around. “Oh, oh, Gloria, I um, was um, just um . . . ”

“Just wearing it because you thought I’d like it? Or because maybe you thought the boys ‘round here would like it, like we talked?” Gloria’s voice encompassed every hot sexual moan that had ever been uttered.

“Gloria, please,” Holly moaned, the hot teacher’s hands on her midriff, slowly working their way down. “Please don’t tease me like this.”

The lust-loving lovely teacher slid her hand right down past Holly’s skirt and inside her panties, leaning in for a sensationally hot kiss. No one was watching – not that Gloria would care if anyone was.

“Mmm,” she murmured softly. “A tease is someone that promises without delivery. Does that seem like a lack of delivery to you?”

“N-no,” Holly stammered. Her hands had started to rub the small of Gloria’s back. “I just, I need, I had so many dreams about you last night, hot ones, and I need-”

The stunning schoolteacher silenced her with another terrific kiss. Holly’s hands sank down to her ass, and Gloria did nothing to stop her, until breaking the steamy, wet contact between their lips, and slid her now-soaking fingers out of Holly’s skirt. “Meet me at my apartment after school. Bring wine.”

Gloria dangled a key off her finger, and quickly scribbled down the address on a nearby piece of paper. Holly snatched both up eagerly, breathing five kinds of thank yous, and then dashed down the hallway. Gloria knew it was in the direction of her office, with three windows looking inside of it from every direction, and yet as she walked back towards class she was certain she heard her moaning in delight.

Gloria was all smiles as she entered second-period. She had decided, rather spontaneously, that it was time to teach these lovely students something about lust. A woman had to use men’s lust to get ahead, after all, otherwise they would never be taken seriously. Short skirts and dresses were a must, as were stockings, high heels, perfect make-up, flawless hair. And men needed to know when a woman was begging for attention, otherwise nobody would ever get some head. Ahead. Some head. She giggled. Whatever. It was all the same.

“Now, there’s a dance tomorrow night at the school, as I’m sure you are all aware.” It had been blaring on the announcements all week long. “So, I want to make sure you lovely girls know what it takes to make a man want you. After all, I don’t want you gals staying home and being lonely. That wouldn’t do at all.” Her bright blue eyes searched the class for a moment. “Henry, would you please step up to the front of the class?” She didn’t have to say ‘please,’ of course, but it made her feel better to make the men in the school feel like she was . . . privileged to be in their presence.

Henry Franks was the star linebacker for the football team, one of the reasons for their spectacular winning season. He was sexy as hell, as far as Gloria was concerned, and frequented her dreams often, usually with her in a cheerleader’s outfit sucking him off in the locker-room showers.

“Henry, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if you assisted me in a few kissing drills?”

Gloria giggled as he nodded eagerly. She knew he’d agree, nobody could refuse her, but it was fun to appease the egos of young boys by asking them questions as if she needed to hear them say “yes.” It was a lesson she’d have to teach to her girls someday soon.

“You see, ladies, we want men to know that we’re all about passion, that we’re worth spending time on. So when I grab Henry like this,” she wrapped her arms around the muscled linebacker, one arm cradled around his neck, the other’s hand firmly attached to his ass, “He knows the only thing I’m thinking about at that moment is pleasing him. Like, aren’t you, Henry?”

“Yessss,” he responded, eyes focused entirely on her.

“And just in case he’s not,” Gloria continued, “That’s when you wrap one leg around his, this is why it’s important to wear stockings, so you’re sexy all over,” Gloria demonstrated, pressing her entire body against Henry’s, “and just in case he really doesn’t get it, go ahead and jump up, pressing your crotch against his waist, and just wrap both your legs around him, and then kiss him like this.”

At that Gloria leaned in for the hottest kiss Henry Franks had ever received, his teacher’s long, perfect, stocking-wrapped legs wrapped around his midsection, her hands guiding his up her skirt, on her tits, anywhere where she thought he might enjoy their presence. After ten glorious minutes of this, Gloria stopped for maybe fifteen seconds to address her class. The ones whose hands weren’t already focused in their crotches had them gravitating there. Her dress had been hiked up over her beautifully curved ass cheeks, and they could all see her dripping wet underwear.

“Well?” She asked, one hand stroking Henry’s hair as he laid backwards on her desk. “What are you waiting for? Pair up, and try it for yourselves!” She said with a laugh, and then went back to her necking session with the linebacker. It lasted the whole period. She had never had a class with less talking, though everyone’s lips were certainly busy.

After an enormous lunch in the teacher’s lounge, where she eye-fucked Vice Principal Peters while downing foods including (but not limited to) a kielbasa sausage, two popsicles, and a bright red lollipop that sent him over the edge and into the men’s bathroom, she strutted her way to the auxiliary gymnasium in her clunky platforms where the cheerleaders were practicing. They were going through their routine, fully dressed in their uniforms to make sure they were prepared for some competition coming up. They all noticed her immediately and smiled wide; Gloria’s presence, as usual, preceded her. She approached the lovely Miss Flores, a busty Latin-American with long chocolate-colored hair with a physique well-honed by both instructing the cheerleaders and from teaching yoga and Pilates at the recreation center on the other side of town. She filled out a tight spandex top and matching pair of even-tighter spandex shorts – she was looking cautiously at Gloria with a mix of apprehension and arousal, but with how her eyes kept flicking up and down the blonde’s bodacious body, it was easy to tell which side was winning. Gloria threw back her shiny, silky hair, letting it fall perfectly down her back, and smiled brilliantly at her newest target before bending over at the waist to turn off the stereo that had been blaring upbeat dance music.

“I was hoping I could watch you and your girls do your routine, Carolina?” Gloria put a hand on her shoulder for no real reason other than to feel her soft caramel-colored skin. “It’s my off period, and I just hoping you wouldn’t mind.”

Carolina’s face lit up, breathing in deep, making her terrific tits stretch against the fabric of her top. “No, I don’t mind at all, no problem at all,” she effused. “I’d love you, I mean, love to have you watch me dance, I mean us, perform our routine.”

Gloria reached up her other arm and wrapped both of them around Carolina’s neck before drawing her in for a hug, meeting absolutely no resistance. Every girl in line was jealous – she could see the two or three that were in her classes before with smoky desire smoldering in their eyes.

“Thank you soooo much,” Gloria whispered, her hot pink lips brushing against her ear. “I’ll have to repay you somehow.”

Carolina shuddered involuntarily when Gloria drew away, her eyes a bit glazed. “Smells like sex n’ fruit . . .” She shook her head a bit. “Yes, well,” she said softly, trying to find her thoughts in a forest of lust. “Let’s get started, shall we girls?”

She turned the stereo back on and they went through the routine with Carolina commanding at the helm, which was very high-energy and fun, it involved a lot of flips and twirls and yelling like most cheerleader drills. Gloria clapped loudly when it was done, enjoying the spectacle of the young, athletic babes showing off their skills.

“I just love cheerleading,” Gloria said, when the music was off. “I used to be a cheerleader, did you know that?”

Carolina shook her head. Gloria wasn’t surprised, she had forgotten about it until she had just mentioned it. It was funny how little things kept popping back into her mind like that. Like how she had boned her high school’s rival football captain on the top of his car outside the stadium before and after the game. He had been too tired to play, and his team was shut-out by Gloria’s, but he didn’t seem to mind. Even then she had been focused on success.

“You wouldn’t mind if I gave you a few pointers, would you?”

Carolina gave a confused look, like she felt that she should be more angry at the suggestion but wasn’t. “I’ve worked on this routine for two years now,” she protested.

“Oh don’t worry,” Gloria reassuringly put her caramel-colored hands in her own. “I wouldn’t change a thing about the routine. I think it’s superb.” Carolina beamed, and Gloria went on. “I just want to talk a bit about the philosophy behind cheerleading, in general. Girls, take a seat, please?”

She gestured over towards the benches against the wall, and all of them obediently trotted over to them and sat down. Gloria motioned for Carolina to do the same, who lingered for a while staring wistfully into the blonde’s bright blue eyes. Gloria looked them over, and tsked.

“See? This is my issue. None of you have your legs crossed.” Immediately they all crossed their legs, some looking a bit bewildered at their own obedience to the suggestion. “Much better. A girl with her legs crossed is showing off one of the female body’s best attributes. It makes your skirt slide up, shows off a little more leg. Of course, you have to cross your legs often, maybe flash a little panty to whoever’s watching, right?” They all laughed. “You should sit up straight, chest-out, and display the rest however you can. Cheerleading outfits are great, because they all have short skirts and tight tops, which guys like.” Gloria smiled. “It’s important to dress the way guys like, otherwise they’d never want to listen to us. And since we do live in a male-dominated world, we have to do whatever we can to make them pay attention to us.”

Gloria said the words happily, never once thinking that this use to be the only kind of thought that could make her actually infuriated.

“Luckily for all of you, cheerleaders are natural attention-getters. You’ve all been chosen by Carolina because you’re hot, fun, and sexy, just like boys like. Isn’t that right, Carolina?”

The Latin beauty seemed to snap out of some sort of trance. “Oh, yes, whatever you say,” she said softly. Then realization peaked its head a bit. “I mean, well, not really. That is to say – ”

Gloria held up a hand, smiling at her. “Let me explain.” She stepped in front of Natasha Chase, the cheerleader captain. “Could you stand up, please?”

Natasha complied, nearly as tall as the captivating teacher, and Gloria led her by the hand in front of the whole team. She was a stunning young woman, blonde, leggy, buxom, gorgeous face, almost like a younger version of Gloria. They could have passed for sisters.

“Natasha is definitely sexy, wouldn’t you agree?” She asked the girls. Everyone said yes. “A cheerleader Captain ought to be, because being a cheerleader is all about being sexy.”

“No,” Carolina spoke up, “Girls, that’s not-”

“I see you don’t agree,” Gloria interjected. “Carolina, why did you choose Natasha as your Captain?” Gloria drew the young blonde closer to her side, letting her hand rest right above her taut, firm ass. Natasha’s puffy lips let out a soft gasp of excitement.

“Well, she was the best girl for the job. She had the most athletic skill.”

“You mean she had the best body?”

“Well, I suppose that’s true, but-”

Gloria interrupted again. “And she’s charismatic, as well? Fun to watch, easy to be around?”

Carolina looked like she knew she was sliding down a slippery slope. “Certainly. She’s very likeable.”

“Great body, fun, peppy. Probably the sexiest girl on campus, wouldn’t you say?”

Carolina looked uncomfortable, like she knew she was being lured into something but couldn’t think about what it was. “I would say that’s right, I suppose.”

“What do you think, girls? Natasha is the hottest thing around, isn’t she?”

All of them obediently agreed. Except for a few that shouted out, “No, you are!” Gloria giggled. Such good girls, she thought, before letting her hand slip down below the teen’s skirt, happy to find an easy-to-move around thong below (already she had done away with the usual shorts, Gloria saw her influence was working all around the school), and placed her fingers right on top of the beauty’s already moist pussy. The teen gasped, but stood still. No one could see what Gloria was doing.

“The hottest student, then, also the hottest cheerleader, is the captain. I find it hard to be just a coincidence, Carolina. I think you’d agree with me that Captains are always the hottest and sexiest girls in school, wouldn’t you?”

She could only nod in a daze, her eyes not on Gloria’s but on her jiggling tits, her stocking-clad legs, her perfect form in the tight leopard dress. The Latin lovely looked ready to worship. Natasha’s eyes were closed, her knees beginning to buckle as Gloria’s fingers went deeper into her needy slit.

“Wouldn’t you say you chose Natasha because you knew that cheerleaders are supposed to be sexy, and the Captain had to be the sexiest girl of all?”

“Of course, yes, that . . . that makes so much sense, Gloria.”

“So naturally, all of you girls should look up to Natasha, to help you with hard decisions and to guide you in what to wear and how to act. And since cheerleaders are icons in the high school community, all the other girls will look up to you. It’s a very important responsibility.”

Natasha moaned. Gloria pretended to take it for a moan of worry.

“Don’t be concerned, darling,” Gloria said cheerily, brushing some hair out of the teen’s lovely face. “I’ll be there to tell you how to act, and dress, and decide. Isn’t that great? All you have to do is what I say.” Her fingers went deeper, moved faster.

“Yes!” Natasha gasped loudly. “Yes that’s so good!” Her hands were clenching in tight, sweaty fists at her sides.

Gloria smiled. “I’m so glad you agree. Now there’s one more thing . . .” Gloria said, letting her fingers dance faster in the young teen’s pussy. “Since cheerleaders are supposed to be sexy, that of course means that they are for sex, and lust, and hotness. Right, Carolina?”

Her tight, busty body was glistening with sweat, her hands apparently unable to stop themselves from rubbing her crotch, tweaking a nipple her and there. “Oh of course, yes, that’s so right. You’re so right.” Her voice dropped off. “And gorgeous.”

“Yes,” Natasha moaned. “God she is yes.”

“Then I would suggest that at least half of your time is spent on drills relating solely to just that. Makes sense, doesn’t it? Hot girls doing hot drills so that hot guys can drill them hotly.” She giggled, her impromptu class laughing with her, continuing to finger the teenage beauty queen next to her, sensing her orgasm was coming. “There’s a dance tomorrow, if you want to impress your dates, you’ll have to be in top form. So everyone pair off, and work on kissing. If you’re going to be making out with cute guys in the hallways where everyone can see and wish they were you, you’ll have to practice.”

With that, Natasha came, loud and wet, and collapsed against Gloria, her gorgeous face resting on the teacher’s spectacular rack. Gloria giggled, and Natasha hugged her tighter.

“Mmm, no, darling, you have to go teach the other girls. Take two if you need to.”

She sent the young blonde on her way, slapping her ass affectionately as she went. Then she turned front towards Carolina, who was panting with desire as she looked at Gloria. The seductive siren crooked her finger at her, pursing her pouty lips.

Carolina eagerly rushed over to the blonde, and immediately wrapped her arms and one strong leg around her body, the two of them melting into a searing-hot kiss. Gloria tore herself away for one second to address her girls, who had started out with soft little pecks on the lips but quickly escalated into heavy petting and tongue-play.

“Now darlings, if you feel you’re up to it, you can always make sure your partner is getting plenty of attention downstairs. The boys always appreciate it, and I know the girls do too.”

She giggled and slipped her hand down Carolina’s sopping wet spandex shorts in between long, tongue-filled kisses, her magic fingers quickly bringing the dark-haired Latina to a mind-numbing orgasm. Carolina was barely on her feet, supported only by resting on Gloria’s glorious chest, just like Natasha had. Gloria petted her soft hair affectionately.

“Now listen, love, one more thing . . .” Gloria started.

Carolina was all ears, softly kissing the perfect globes her face rested on. “Mmmhmm?”

“As coach of the cheerleading squad, I really think you need to set an example, and start wearing a proper uniform every day.”

“But it won’ fit,” she contended, her voice a bit muffled as she began to kiss Gloria’s boobs.

“Of course it will, you just have to make a few adjustments. And if those adjustments mean showing a lot more cleavage, and raising the hemlines by several inches, maybe adding some stockings for a little more flair, well then what’s the harm?”

“Thassa good idea,” Carolina agreed. “God you are sooooo beautiful.”

“Thanks love,” Gloria said with a soft kiss on her forehead. “And if you happened to get a little drunk tonight and maybe mix up the girl’s uniforms, re-adjusting them all like yours, I’m sure none of them would mind, would they?”

“Oh no nobody minds anything you say. I’ll do anything you want,” she promised with a whisper. “Anything for you. Hot, so so soooo hot. Smell sooo nice. Soooo fuckin’ horny.”

Carolina’s kisses on her breasts were getting wetter, which was making Gloria hotter. She realized she hadn’t cum in a long while. Her dress found its way to the floor, as did her and Carolina’s naked, intertwining bodies.

She entered fourth period thirty minutes late after a marathon love-making session with Carolina to find every single member of her class already making out with one another. The half that weren’t out in the hallway, still, locked together in between rows of lockers. Girls sat on guy’s laps, looking at them adoringly like they were Adonis reborn when they weren’t getting their breasts felt up and moaning longingly. Gloria licked her lips, and sauntered over to Jack Walsh, the football team’s starting quarterback. Some junior was on his lap, not even in her class. Gloria wondered idly if she had snuck in for Jack or for her. She tossed her glorious hair back, and posed with one long leg forward.

“Tell me, handsome,” Gloria asked, pouting, “How come you’d rather be with some high school girl than a super-rad babe like me?”

One look at Gloria’s leopard-clad form and Jack unceremoniously dumped the junior girl on the floor, who looked sad but knew she couldn’t compete, crawling over to another boy almost immediately. Gloria grabbed the hot senior by the hand and led him towards her office, closing the door behind him.

“Look at you,” she said, utterly turned on, “All the girlies fighting over you. I bet you get that all the time, don’t you, hunky?”

He was leaning casually against her desk, like he owned it. Cock of the walk; Gloria wanted to give his cock a nice walk, indeed. She strutted the few feet towards him, managing to make it appear as if he was the only one she’d ever come like that to.

“A little, I guess,” he said, playing it cool.

Gloria knew better. “Oh, don’t be coy. I know that like, you love watching girls pine for you.” Her soft, svelte body was pressed up against his, big eyes looking only at him. “You know you’re like, the hottest guy in school, and you love it. You know you get to have like, whatever hot babe whenever you want just by like, looking at her right. You and I both know you totally deserve it for being so irresistibly hunkalicious.” Her speech was making her hot, Jack was making her hotter. Gloria kissed him, long, deep, and slow, their tongues twirling around each other for one long minute as Gloria unbuckled his pants. He was rock-hard, just for her. She felt so flattered.

She turned him around and hopped up on her desk, pulling him and his huge cock towards her with her shiny, stocking-covered legs wrapped around his waist.

“Oh Jack,” she said adoringly, her educated hands guiding his cock towards her pussy, thong still in the gym, “I knew I like, just had to totally fuck you today.”

What else could be said? Gloria focused on pleasing him, her hot bod getting fucked for the first time in ten years. No, days. Must have been ten days. If that long, her memory was so shoddy lately. She pulled down her dress and dragged Jack on top of her exposed tits as the first of what turned out to be eight orgasms began its descent into her brain. There was nothing else she could do – she was a woman in a man’s world.

A little after five o’clock Gloria drove into the parking lot outside a small shop inside a secluded shopping center nearly outside of town, the words “Female Designs” written on it’s bright yellow sign. It had windows on all sides, but they were all heavily tinted. She walked in, happy to finally meet the people that given her such great new clothing, but the counter at the front was empty. Taking a look around the store, she saw rows and rows of scandalously skimpy clothing, from tiny hot-pants to micro mini skirts to tops that were barely there, either because of sheerness or lack of fabric, or both. There was footwear as well, skyhigh platforms and skin-tight boots, and all sorts of lacy, sheer, girly hosiery. In one corner of the store Gloria even found accessories – all manner of jewelry and chains, belts, collars, gloves. There were mirrors on every wall, so Gloria got to admire her stunning reflection as often as she wanted, which was often indeed.

After maybe ten minutes of wonder at the sheer amount of glorious clothes that she wanted to purchase, Gloria noticed that the security cameras on the walls were all following her intently, whirring and whizzing as she walked from rack to rack.

“Hello?” She asked loudly, precariously standing on the tips of her platforms, head on a swivel.

It was then that she saw the note on the counter. Funny that she hadn’t noticed it before, but it was probably because she was so intent on looking around. She picked it up, noticing happily that it was addressed directly to her.

Gloria,

You have been chosen by Female Designs as our first customer. A trial run, if you will. We hope you’re enjoying the sensations that only Female Designs can deliver, and encourage you to take any items that you desire in the store, with no limits on quantity. As our first customer, it’s the least we can do to show our appreciation towards you, in the hopes that you will decide to grace us with your presence again. All we ask in return is that you recommend our shop to your friends and co-workers, so that others may feel just as wonderful as you do.

Sincerely,

M

A stack of cards with the address of the shop were next to the note, which Gloria picked up and dropped in a tiny purse she had just picked up. The sensationally stunning blonde could hardly contain her excitement at the note’s details. She let out a squeal of pure, concentrated glee, and immediately ran through the aisles with her shiny hair trailing out behind her, grabbing every tiny skirt, skimpy halter, tube top, tight sweater, micro dress that she saw. Then she went to work on shoes, grabbing one of every style that had at least a 3-inch heel, moaning hotly at the thought that she could go months now without ever wearing the same pair twice. Hosiery was similarly treated, more attention paid to the more elaborate pairs that had little birds and flowers on them, or even (moan!) bows. She grabbed only a few accessories, starting to feel bad about taking so much, but made sure that her bags had plenty of lacy gloves and funky-cool belts. She had to make trips, putting eight bags of spectacular clothes in her car before deciding she had gotten enough, at least for one day.

Before she left entirely, though, she changed in the dressing room, thinking that it would be a shame not to start wearing the new clothes right away. The changing quarters were bigger, and pinker, than any that Gloria had ever been in, but there were only three rooms. Even so, there were enough clothing-hooks on the walls for at least ten different outfits. She guessed maybe that the changing rooms were community ones. How fun! She would have to come back when they had more customers, she thought, licking her lips at the thought of the effects her fantastic form would have. Then she felt her lower lips get considerably moistened. She realized she was once again in front of a mirror, with no one around except for the blinking security camera. What the heck, she decided, why not give them a show? The carpets were soft and plush, and Gloria’s fabulous tanned skin contrasted beautifully with the bright white on the floor, her gorgeous blonde hair spread around her like a short blanket as she rocked herself towards orgasm three more times.

She stepped out of the dressing room half an hour later, looking fabulous in sky-high pink platform heels, a white satin micro-skirt with big pink laces on the front and a pleated pink hem, and a bright pink corset top that did almost nothing to cover her tits and did everything to show them off. Sexy-cute pink gloves with little lace tie-offs at the wrists adorned her hands. She was glorious, glorious Gloria, and she knew it.

Gloria left as a very satisfied customer.

So excited was Gloria about her new clothes that she had forgotten that she had sent Holly to her apartment earlier that day. The young receptionist certainly hadn’t forgotten, and Gloria stepped into the apartment to find it sparkling clean, the lights off, candles lit everywhere to give off a dim, sensual atmosphere. Holly was curled up on the couch like a cat, wearing Gloria’s own pink babydoll, white stockings, and wedge sandals from the day before. She snoozed softly, and Gloria, not wanting to wake her quite yet, took her bags into her room and began to organize all her new clothing. She found, delightedly surprised, that even though she had stuffed the bags full without bothering to fold anything, none of the new clothes had even the slightest wrinkle. It was some sort of super-fabric. Gloria entered her closet and systematically threw out everything old (for some reason that she couldn’t discern, it was mostly drab-colored pants and jackets), and put in everything new. Holly had brought several cases of wine with her, apparently not wanting to disappoint, and Gloria filled herself a nice, big glass as she worked. She heard the young receptionist’s voice from the hallway just as soon as she had finished.

“Gloria?”

The dazzling blonde turned and strutted out towards the dark-haired beaute. She was a vision in the pink lingerie, looking much bustier, much curvier than Gloria remembered. It must have been because Gloria had never seen her with her work-clothes off, much less with Female Designs on. She licked her lips.

“You look positively edible,” she purred, and coiled her arms around the entranced young woman. “I’m glad you thought to wear that.”

Holly couldn’t decide whether to soak in every inch of Gloria’s fabulous form or start to worship it with her lips. “I hope you don’t mind, I just saw it on the bed, and then I picked it up and decided to try it on, and it felt so good and right and sexy and then I had some wine and starting playing with myself thinking about you and oh god Gloria you look amazing, I mean oh my god,” she babbled, before Gloria cut her off by sending her wet tongue into her mouth.

After a good five minutes of squirming and moaning, pressed up against the wall, Holly felt she needed to say more. “I-I’ve never been with a girl, Gloria.”

Gloria shushed her. “Don’t worry,” she said softly, her voice like soft, soothing fur in audible form, “I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

Holly did.