Title: Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: Chapter 2
Keywords: f/f, f+/F, inter, sub, humil
Redistribution: only for personal, nonprofit use
Short Summary: White Cheerleaders submitting to Black Cheerleaders. 



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Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders (f/f, f+/F, inter, sub, humil)
Chapter 2


	Miss Simons continued to lie on the dirty ground for some time, 
struggling to regain her strength. She had just barely finished the "Lap 
Run" and had remained immobilized for some time, completely forgetting 
that her large breasts and ass where freely exposed to anyone who could 
just happen to walk by.

To her luck, nobody did. As the coach look around, she noticed that the 
black cheerleaders who had been tormenting and humiliating her where 
nowhere to be seen. They had left their former coach practically naked in a 
cheerleading skirt alone on the practice field.

Miss Simons could still hear Trish's final words before leaving: 
"Congratulations Coach, your on the squad." This caused a mixture of 
feelings to course through her mind. Every time she recalled the words, 
she felt proud, but also sick.

Why had she submitted so easily to Trish, her cheerleading squad captain? 
Why did she dress up as a 13 year old cheerleader, running around like an 
idiot, breasts bouncing and flying, exposed ass jiggling, all for the honor 
of being Trish's cheerleader?

Because she wanted to.

Shame filled the coach as she realized how much she wanted to submit to 
the black girls. How she was so willing to make a fool of herself just so 
she wouldn't disappoint Trish.

Trish must have been right after all. White girls where naturally 
submissive to black girls. How else could she explain her desire to be 
Trish's "Little white cheerleader"?

As Miss Simons sat up, evidence of her submission was painfully obvious 
as she watched her tits spill over the tiny top. She didn't know whether to 
cry or laugh at how ridicules she looked.

She did neither.

Instead she got angry. She was the coach damit, she controlled this squad. 
So what if she felt the desire to kiss the feet of half the squad? She had a 
reputation to protect, not to mention her self respect as person or adult.

Quickly making sure there still wasn't anyone around, Miss Simons 
finally rose from the dirty ground, stuffed her breasts into the too small 
top, and lowered her micro skirt below the cheeks of her ass.

She was going to take back her cheerleading squad tomorrow, natural 
dominance or not.

****

Trish smiled to herself as she allowed her mind to wonder, remembering 
the fool her coach had made of herself not 4 hours ago. It still amazed the 
young black girl at how easy it was, no matter how tough they thought 
they were, white women always seemed to want, even beg to submit to 
her. 

<whack>
"Ugh....23...tthank you my Queen!"

She could still remember the day when her mother showed her all about 
the facts of life. It happened as a little girl, when Trish came home crying 
from a bad grade her mean old white teacher gave her.

Furious, her mother confronted the teacher the very next day after school. 
Before her eyes, Trish watched as the once snobbish, strict teacher was 
reduced to nothing more than a submissive animal by her mother.

Trish got the first oral sex of her young life that day, and received an 'A' 
for the rest of the school year.

Since then, Trish has enjoyed dominating countless white girls, using them 
for her satisfaction. But today, Miss Simons had become the oldest woman 
she had ever attempted to control.

<whack>
"..aaahhh....24....thank you my Queen!"

Yet as her mother had once told her, no matter how young or old they are, 
a white woman will always submit to the power and sexuality of a black 
woman. And it was true. She herself had reduced her proud, strict coach 
practically into her very own cheerleader. Trish just couldn't wait until 
tomorrow when she would make good use of Miss Simons.

<whack>
"..ohhhh...ahhhh...25.....thank you my Queen!"

Sitting on her sofa, Trish looked down at the smooth, red ass bent before 
her. She really enjoyed these tension relieving sessions with Amber. She 
really took these whippings well. Hardly ever making a fuss, except for 
the incessant grunting.

If her parents only knew this is what she meant when she told them "I'm 
staying the night at friends place", they'd go nuts. Or at least her father 
would. Her mother would probably take her place right beside her.

<whack>
"owe owe owe.......26.....thank you my Queen!"

Tomorrow would be a great day indeed.

****


Miss Simons hardly slept that night. Just thinking about confronting Trish 
was filling her with anxiety. But it was something she had to do. This was 
her job. She couldn't just give it away to one of her own cheerleaders.

That afternoon, the coach watched as her girls filed into the locker room 
after school. As the girls began to change, she notice all the black girls, 
and especially Trish eyeing her. Most likely wondering if she was going to 
change into a cheerleading uniform as well.

But she didn't.

When all the girls had finished getting dress, Miss Simons finally spoke: 
"I want all you girls to go out to the field and stretch. Trish, please meet 
me in my office."

As the girls went out to the fields, Trish followed her coach into the office 
with a hint of humor on her face. Seemed her newest toy was going to put 
up a fight after all.

Miss Simons sat in her chair and motioned her captain to take the seat in 
front of the desk.

"But Miss Simons, aren't I the one who should be sitting in that chair?"

"Trish please, just sit down."

Trish sat.

"Now I am not really sure why I did what I did yesterday, but I want you 
to know that what you saw was not really me. I have no desire to become 
a cheerleader. I have worked for many years to become a well respected 
cheerleading coach and I want to make it clear to you that I will be the 
only one coaching this squad. Is that understood?"

The coach held her breath. 

"Yes I understand Miss Simons."

Miss Simons blinked several times. Did she just hear correctly?

"Are you sure you understand Trish?"

"Perfectly. I have no desire to force you to do anything Miss Simons. If 
you want to be the coach of the squad, than that is your choice. Just like 
yesterday, you wanted to be my little white cheerleader. It was your 
choice."

"She's right" Miss Simons thought to herself. "It was I who so willingly 
put on the uniform. It was I who ran like a fool to become a cheerleader."

"So tell me Miss Simons, just so that we are both clear. Which do you 
want to be, a coach or a cheerleader?"

The coach paused. She wasn't sure what to answer. She was sure she 
wanted to be a coach. To be in control of the girls....but.....but it would be 
so wonderful to be a cheerleader to. To jump and twirl like all the other 
girls.

"Miss Simons, I'm waiting. Which do you want to be? My coach or my 
cheerleader?"

"Your....your...c..c...." The blushing, confused coach lowered her eyes.

"Let me make it simpler for your white girl brain. Do you want to order 
me around, or do you want I to order you around?"

Miss Simons didn't know what to say any more. In the back of her mind 
she knew, but her moist cunt had a different thought all together. To take 
orders from Trish. To dress up like a teenage cheerleader and submit to a 
black girl. Suddenly she felt Trish holding her chin and lifting her head up.

"Tell me sweaty, what do you want to be?"

Miss Simons whispered "Your cheerleader"!

Miss Simons felt her nipples harden at the admittens. Trish simply smiled 
at her conquest. They always submitted.

"Very well Miss Simons, than perhaps its time we inform the rest of the 
squad of your decision. I'm sure you'll fit right in with the rest of the white 
cheerleaders."

The adult felt her knees suddenly grow weak. She just couldn't admit it in 
front of her white girls. They had always looked up to her, admired her. 
How could she admit such a thing in front of them?

"Come Miss Simons, on we go."

The former coach couldn't help but obey. Trish was the coach now. She 
was the one giving commands. She sheepishly followed the black girl out 
of the locker room and into the open field. The sun still high above as she 
meekly followed behind the young girl. Her eyes quickly finding the backs 
of Trish's strong dark calves.

Within moments, the two females arrived at the group of stretching girls. 
The black girls seemingly knowing what to expect. The white girls with 
the look of beautiful innocence.

"Listen every one. There are going to be a few small changes here. It 
seems to me that our coach wants to change something. Go ahead Miss 
Simons, tell the girls what you want to change."

Everyone was looking at Miss Simons, her face blushing deeply, her eyes 
downcast.

"I....I want to.....be a....cheerleader!"

All the black girls roared up in laughter while the white girls inhaled in 
shock.

"What did you say coach?"

With a small tear of humiliation "I want to be a cheerleader!"

"But Miss Simons, wont that be just so silly, running around, jumping like 
a little teenage girl?"

Miss Simons shook her head yes.

But who would replace you as head coach? Who would you want to coach 
you?

"Miss Simons, practically crying announced to the crowd "Trish....I want 
Trish to be the head coach!"

The coach finally looked at the faces of her white cheerleaders. They 
looked upset, betrayed.

"Very well Miss Simons, I accept. But to be a cheerleader, you need the 
proper uniform. Strip!"

Miss Simons froze. Did Trish just tell her to get naked here? In front of all 
her girls? Looking around, she noticed the school football team practicing 
as well, off in the distance. She would die if they say her, naked.

Miss Simons looked pleadingly into her new coaches eyes. 

"Come on young lady, we are all waiting."

In complete fear, Miss Simons began raising her sweater above her head. 
The black girls giggling as the former coach's bra became visible. Next 
she removed her shoes, followed be her sweat pants. The blushing adult 
stood now before all her former cheerleaders, in just a bra and panties.

"Miss Simons you must hurry, before there is no more time left to 
practice."

With a audible sigh, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, 
letting it fall to the floor, exposing her large breasts. Then she hooked her 
thumbs into her panties and pushed down them down as well, feeling the 
cools breeze flow between her moist inner legs.

Now the humiliated coach stood completely naked before her girls. She 
just prayed that the young boys at the football field were too busy hitting 
each other to notice a fully nude adult on the other side. In a feeble 
attempt, she covered her breasts and vagina with her hands.

"Very good Miss Simons. Now to get you a uniform. Katty, you and the 
coach seem to have matching dress sizes. Why don't you be a good sport 
and let Miss Simons try it on."

The young girl trembled at the words. She didn't want to remove her 
cloths out here. But her mind was made up for her as one of the black girls 
moved behind her and lifted her top off, revealing her pert little breasts. 
Quickly she covered her chest as well. Next went down her skirt, leaving 
the 14 year old teen in nothing but her panties and sneakers.

Within moments, Miss Simons found herself once again fitting her curvy 
body into the tight cheerleading outfit.

"Good girl, you look like the perfect white cheerleader. Ok Katty, now 
you can gather up Miss Simons' and your cloths and take them back to the 
locker room. Oh and by the way, since Miss Simons will be taking your 
spot on the squad, your no longer needed, so goodbye."

The poor girl's eyes watered as she looked at her fellow cheerleaders for 
support, but none was given. Then she flashed an angry look at Miss 
Simons before running off, crying. Her cute little panty covered butt 
shaking behind her.


The rest of the afternoon Miss Simons practiced with the team just like she 
was a regular teenage cheerleader. Trish made sure of that. Despite not 
wearing any panties, she almost forgot about her humiliating appearance 
while doing routines she hadn't done in years. Even some of the white 
girls were starting to giggle at her.

By the end of practice, Miss Simons was tired and sweaty. All she wanted 
to do was shower and go home. As the squad entered the locker room, the 
girls began undressing and heading off towards the showers. Miss Simons 
felt very uneasy getting undressed with her girls, but one look from Trish 
had her nude in no time.

As she began walking towards the showers, the former coach suddenly felt 
a slight tug on her hand from behind. Turning around, Miss Simons 
noticed it was Sasha. Sasha was the black "friend" of Katty last time she 
had looked. Now the young girl was looking at her expectantly.

"Yes Sasha?" The coach tentatively ask.

"You can wash me today Miss Simons"

"Excuse me?"

"Since you caused Katty to get kicked off the squad, you can take her 
place. Now come on, I need to get cleaned. My daddy is waiting to pick 
me up."

Sasha took her by the hand and led the dazed coach into the showers, 
where they joined the rest of the girls. Quickly Miss Simons was reminded 
of what was now expected of her. She watched as each white girl 
delicately began lathering and washing their fellow black cheerleader.

A quick slap to her inner thigh brought the coach's attention back to the 
little girl before her.

"Miss Simons get to work."

Lowering herself to her knees, Miss Simons took the bar of soap next to 
her and, under the warm spray of the shower, slowly began washing Sasha 
feet. Soon she was up to her knees, then her lower thighs, and then to her 
upper thighs. As she neared the young girls vagina, she became very 
unsure of herself. "Was she suppose to actually clean Sasha's cunt?" she 
wondered.

Looking around to see what some of the other white girls were doing, she 
quickly caught the sight of Amber washing Trish. Oh what a sight those 
two made. The beautiful, athletic white body of Amber kneeling before 
the equally impressive black body of Trish was amazing to the coach. Oh 
how she wished she could take Amber's place before Trish, washing her 
gorgeous body.

But something Amber was doing broke the temporary spell Miss Simons 
was having. The coach watched as Amber was delicately washing the 
inner folds of Trish's pussy lips. With her head in close between Trish's 
legs, Amber was thoroughly cleaning the black girls cunt while Trish 
simple stood with her legs slightly apart with a look of complete uninterest 
of the white girl beneath her.

Miss Simons felt her cunt pulse at the sight, momentarily before feeling 
both her nipples being cruelly twisted.

Quickly Miss Simons resumed her attention to the young girl before her. 
But this time, she found herself staring directly at Sasha's puffy black 
pussy.

"Its ok Miss Simons, you can touch it if you want to."

Miss Simons looked up in surprise at the young girl.

"Doesn't my pussy look pretty?"

The coach couldn't help but nod her head, it did look nice. Hardly any hair 
covering the cute little thing.

"Don't worry, I wont tell my daddy."

Miss Simons remained staring at the girl's pussy, hardly able to breath. 
This was going somewhere terribly wrong. She should not be staring at 
this girl like that. Not to a teenager whose daddy was expecting to pick her 
up any moment.

Sasha began moving forward, catching the coach slightly off guard. 
Before she knew it, Sasha's cunt was only an inch in front of her face. By 
now Miss Simons was breathing. In fact, she was breathing heavily. 
However she remained kneeling, frozen with growing confusion and 
arousal.

Again Sasha slowly moved forward, until the tips of the folds were lightly 
touching her coach's nose. Again she paused, seemingly daring the adult to 
stop it, or even take it to the next step. But Miss Simons did neither. She 
simply knelt there passively, allowing the young teen to practically 
straddle her face.

Now Sasha began brushing up against the woman's nose, teasing it, 
pushing it ever so slightly further into the dark pink lips, nudging it in 
deeper.

"Miss Simons, get that face out of Sasha's vagina this instant!" Yelled 
Trish, surprising the coach and causing her to quickly pull her head out 
from between the black girl's legs.

"Miss Simons, this is not one of your white lesbian whore house's. I will 
not be having any of my cheerleaders engaging in this sort of nonsense at 
school. Is that understood?"

Miss Simons lowered her eyes and shook her head. Her face red with 
embarrassment at being told not to lick another girl's vagina. She felt like 
a little girl who had just been caught experimenting with another female 
friend and told she was a very bad girl.


Over the next ten minutes Miss Simons continued to wash a clearly 
frustrated Sasha. The coach avoided making much contact with the girl's 
cunt or even her budding breasts as she washed the rest of her body.

When they were done, she followed Sasha out of the showers, and to the 
table where the towels were waiting. As Miss Simons reached out to grab 
one for herself, she felt a sharp slap to her butt as Sasha scolded her.

"No no no, you silly girl. You have to wait for me to finish."

Naked, and dripping wet, Miss Simons watched as Sasha dried and 
covered herself with two towels and followed her back to the benches 
were several other naked and wet cheerleaders were sitting on the floor 
waiting as well. Miss Simons joined them on the floor and patiently 
waited for Sasha to finished drying up and getting dressed.

As she sat there amongst the other white girls, she observed them chatting 
away just like normal, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. The fact that 
they sitting their wet naked butts on the dusty floor, with their breasts 
swaying free did not seem to bother them as they waited.

Finally when Sasha was finished, she absent mindedly threw her wet towel 
at the shivering woman. Grateful, Miss Simons took the towels and made 
the best with them.


*******


Over the course of the week, Trish very quickly fell into the role of coach, 
working the girls hard and making sure they did exactly as they were 
suppose to do. Trish was especially hard on Miss Simons. She was 
constantly criticizing her in front of the girls, berating her for being out of 
shape, being slightly over weight, even that her tits were too big.

By the end of each practice, Miss Simons was thoroughly exhausted, 
mentally and physically. But as if it were part of her daily routine, she'd 
always follow little Sasha into the showers.

Sasha would constantly try to get her former coach to touch her cunt, but 
Miss Simons just couldn't.......no matter how much she may have wanted 
to. Her morals were just strong enough to resist this young girl's advances, 
for now.

But the real focus of Miss Simons' attention was on Trish and Amber. 
Every day she'd watch the former head cheerleader perform her duties 
flawlessly, washing and cleaning every inch of the black Goddess. They 
looked just so sensual that Miss Simons wished she could take a picture 
and frame it. But what she really wanted more was for her to be the one 
serving Trish.

Wasn't it enough that Trish had taken her coaching job and made her into 
an over grown cheerleader? Now she was relegating her to serving the 
youngest of the black girls as well.

Where would this humiliation end?

Fortunately for Miss Simons their wouldn't be another home game for a 
week. She just prayed that no parents would come visit during any of the 
practices.

It also didn't take too long for Trish to re-instate the no panties rule on all 
the white cheerleaders. Pretty soon there was quite of bit of pink flesh 
being flashed around between jumping white legs.

Miss Simons actually felt glad that she wasn't the only girl being put on 
display during jumping cheers, even though her bouncing tits were the 
only one's constantly threatening to pop out at any moment. She just didn't 
know how she would contain them in her top on game day.



By the time the weekend arrived, Miss Simons had become tired and worn 
out. She hadn't done these types of physical activities since college, and 
she was glad to get away from the humiliation of being Trish's 
cheerleader, if only for the weekend.

But it was not meant to be. 

As she prepared to leave on Friday, Trish called Miss Simons into the 
coach's office, Trish's office now.

Meekly the woman entered the room, her many awards and plaques still 
decorating the walls, reminders of her present shame. Sitting in the chair 
was Trish, with her legs propped up on the desk and still wearing her 
cheerleading costume. Miss Simons couldn't help but stare at the white 
cotton panties peaking beneath the skirt.

"Miss Simons, I first wanted to let you know that I have been both pleased 
and disappointed with my newest cheerleader. On one hand you are very 
enthusiastic and willing to learn. However on the other hand, you are 
extremely rusty. I cant count how many times you've fallen over doing 
rather simple cheers. Now it may give us all a hoot to see your up turned 
ass, but eventually it becomes just annoying. Don't you get tired of all the 
girls laughing at you? Even the white girls cant help it."

"I'm.....I'm sorry Trish...."

"Yes yes, you can apologize all you want. I am really considering having 
second thoughts about you staying with the squad."

Panic struck the former coach "No no..please don't throw me off, I....I will 
try harder....I promise...please....." Tears were starting to swell. A grown 
woman, crying.

"I don't know Miss Simons, I mean we have a game in only one week. I 
need my girls to be in tip top shape. How do I know I can count on you to 
get your act together in time."

Miss Simons became desperate. She just had to stay on the squad. She 
dearly wanted to be Trish's cheerleader, for what ever sick, depraved, 
submissive reason, she just had to.

"I promise I will, I will do anything it takes...please..."

"Anything Miss Simons?"

"Yes....anything....please let me be your cheerleader, please" The adult 
was now begging the teen, pleading to let the once proud coach remain as 
a mere cheerleader.

"Very well Miss Simons, I will give you a little more time to prove 
yourself. In the meantime, I want you to come to my house tomorrow 
night."

"What?"

"My mother is hosting a.....party...tomorrow and I would like it very much 
if you came along as my 'special' guest!"

"Well, I'm not really sure..."

"Of course you can always just quit the squad and not have to worry about 
being my guest."

"No no no, I would...very much like to attend your party tomorrow." Miss 
Simons reluctantly responded.

"Excellent, mother is so looking forward to meeting you. We are going to 
have such a fun time tomorrow."

Miss Simons couldn't help but feel that "we" didn't include her. As Miss 
Simons began to walk towards the door, she turned around one last time. 
"Oh, what should I wear to your mother's party?"

Trish smiled, "Why your cheerleading uniform of course!"


*****

Miss Simons was very nervous when she rang the door bell. She couldn't 
help but notice all the cars parked outside the house. She patiently waited 
for the door to open as she remained outside in her over coat, covering 
what little she wore beneath it. Her high heels feeling a little 
uncomfortable.

Finally the door swung open to the beautiful sight of Trish. Miss Simons 
momentarily felt at ease as she saw the young girl. "Welcome Miss 
Simons, I am so glad you could make it. It just wouldn't be a party with 
out you."

Miss Simons took note of Trish's attire, simply jean shorts and a tank top. 
Not very formal for a party.

Signaling for her former coach to enter, Miss Simons walked through the 
door and into the house. Immediately she saw the dozen or so black faces 
staring back at her. The crowd of mostly women and some men all took 
note of the white female as she tentatively walked in. This caused her to 
again feel very uneasy. She had the impulse to run back out, get into her 
car, and race to the safety of her own home. She could have done it 
couldn't she? She was an adult. But the gentle push on her back from 
Trish made her think otherwise.

"Hello every, this is my cheerleading.....opps, excuse me, this is my 
FORMER cheerleading coach, Miss Simons. She's agreed to wonderfully 
be apart of our little party!"

"Be apart of the party?" Miss Simons couldn't help but question in her 
mind the unusual sentence. As she looked at the crowd gathered in the 
house, the black women hardly gave her a second glance. As if she was 
not worth their attention. The black men however gave her hungry looks 
as they studied the middle aged white woman. She clutched her over coat 
tighter to her body.

At that moment Miss Simons noticed another white woman emerging 
from the kitchen with a tray of food. She also appeared to be middle aged, 
but a good few years older. The most shocking part was that she was 
dressed merely in her bra and panties. The 40 ish woman gingerly walked 
from person to person, offering them food from her tray. Her jiggling 
mature body looking foolish as she moved in high heels.

The woman looked totally out of place, as if she was used to a more 
elegant life style.

Miss Simons was so busy watching the white woman make her rounds, 
that she didn't even notice the black woman standing in front of her.

"Miss Simons, let me introduce you to my mother."

The coach took a step back. She was an imposing woman. Tall, big boned, 
and a dark black.

"So this is your cheerleading coach, or cheerleader if I've heard correctly. 
My little Trish has told me all about you."

Miss Simons couldn't help but lower her eyes in shame. She didn't realize 
that her mother would know about her submission. The mother took the 
coach's chin in her hand and raised her head ever so gently, looking her 
straight in the eyes.

"Has this pretty cheerleader been a good girl for my daughter?"

"No she hasn't mother. She's been a horrible cheerleader. She does her 
cheers all wrong and distracts the other girls every time her big titties flop 
around."

"Tisk tisk tisk, that's too bad. So what should we do with her then?"

"Well she's agreed to do whatever it takes to remain on the squad."

"Has she, well that is wonderful. I so do love a good white girl who knows 
her place. Very good, she can start right away then. Oh Jennifer!!!" The 
mother called out. Instantly the white woman practically came running 
over, looking very foolish in the process.

"Yes Miss Brown!" The woman said with almost a little fear in her voice. 
It was at this time that Miss Simons noticed the small sign hanging from 
her neck. In big pink letters, it said "White Cow".

"Miss Simons is it? Well let me introduce you to my boss from work. This 
is Jennifer, and she's our little white cow."

Miss Simons looked at the older half naked woman in surprise. "She was 
her boss? How could she just prance around in her under wear serving 
food if she was her boss?" The former coach tried to comprehend.

The mother continued "So tell me Miss Simons, doesn't my high and 
mighty boss just look the cutest in her undee's?" The coach dumbly 
nodded. Miss Brown was now pressing her dark finger into the woman's 
pale chubby belly, running little circles with it. Amazingly she stood there 
passively, even breathing harder. "Oh you should see her at work, giving 
out orders and wearing 700 hundred dollar suits. You would almost 
confuse her with a strong minded person. But what are you really Jen?"

"A white cow Miss Brown. I am your white cow." 

The mother smiled at the words of submission and gave her cow's behind 
a good squeeze. "But before she was my little white cow, Jen was quite 
the little racist weren't you?"

Jennifer lowered her eyes and shook her head yes.

"She would say all sorts of nasty things behind her black coworker's backs 
and would secretly enjoy calling in the mostly all black janitorial staff to 
clean her office when ever she got bored. Well I finally had enough of that 
nonsense. Our saggy breasted white cow had to learn her place in the 
world."

Miss Simons could see Jennifer's face turning red.

"So one day after work I marched right in to her big office. Within 10 
minutes, I had her voluntarily striping down to her expensive underwear 
and laying over my knees. Another 15 minutes later her very red butt was 
jiggling itself down to the janitorial room where all the staff were getting 
ready to clean. They were quite surprised to see the high level executive 
appear before them in only her underwear to apologize, but where most 
accommodating when she took my suggestion to clean the offices for 
them."

The coach could see the older woman's eyes watering.

"Now its part of her daily job. She's even on the company payroll. 
Everyday after work, she changes out of her expensive suit into her cute 
little janitorial uniform and cleans all the offices, hallways, and 
bathrooms. She'd be wearing her uniform tonight if it wasn't so dirty from 
cleaning toilet bowls everyday. So instead she is more than happy so serve 
my guests in her expensive silk undee's, isn't that right cow?"

"Yes Miss Brown."

"So now let me get a good look at the new white toy my daughter has 
brought home to let us play with."

Fear began to reappear in the face of Miss Simons. She was so caught up 
in Jennifer's tale of degradation that she had almost forgotten of her own 
tale, equally as humiliating. As the mother began unbuttoning the first of 3 
buttons holding the over coat closed, Miss Simons mind was screaming to 
stop her. It didn't have to be like this. She as an adult. She was the same 
age as this black woman before her. All she had to do was turn around and 
leave. She was a free person.

The third button was released and Miss Brown stepped back. "Come on, 
show me what my daughter has you dressed up as."

Miss Simons froze. She just couldn't. All eyes were on her at that 
moment. Everyone interested in seeing what the 17 year old black girl has 
her 32 year old white coach dressed up as. At that moment, Trish raised 
her lips to Miss Simons' ear and whispered "Do it if you want to be my 
cheerleader!"

Her eyes lit up. She was quickly reminded how much she wanted to be 
Trish's cheerleader. Even at the possibility of one day replacing Amber 
and becoming Trish's personal cheerleader. Not wasting another second, 
she released her grasp of her coat and allowed it to fall off her shoulders 
and onto the ground. An immediate wave of shame washed over the coach 
as women giggled and men whistled at the adult white woman in her high 
heels, micro cheerleading skirt and terribly stretched top.

"Very nice, very nice indeed. You've done an excellent job Trish. You 
really take after you mother."

"Thanks mom. Now Miss Simons, how do you thank my mother for 
complementing you and I?"

Miss Simons new what was expected. Trish had talked about it on the 
phone when she was giving her directions to the house. With the best 
smile she could muster, Miss Simons raised her skirt with both hands and 
curtsied like a little girl, revealing all her charms for the crowd.

"Very good manners for a white woman. She'll make a good addition to 
the show later. But for now Miss Simons I want you to follow Jen into the 
kitchen to get more food. I don't want my guests to go hungry."

Both women dutifully walked towards the kitchen as Miss Simons came to 
the realization that this night was just beginning.


End of Chapter 2

To be continued...

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