by Carmen Lee
Prologue
Pentregoed was, to all intents and purposes, a typical Welsh university town, but there were two things that set it apart. Firstly, it was dull as ditchwater; if the students were looking for entertainment, they had to either hope the weather was nice enough to go to the beach, or spend their time in one of the three pubs in town, all of which were overpriced as all hell. The second difference was that Pentregoed took a slightly more lenient view of public nudity than was usual; it was still technically illegal, but the laws were seldom enforced. The combination of bored students and the ability to get naked in public led, predictably enough, to some memorable hi-jinks, particularly when it came to the initiations of the various sports societies. The cheerleaders in particular had a tendency to take things a little too far...
Cheerleader captain Jane Wright looked over the four girls standing in front of her. In her hand she held the signup sheet with their names on it; these four unlucky ladies were about to be initiated into the Pentregoed University cheerleading squad. Jane was excited; the initiations were always her favourite part of the year. She had a sadistic streak a mile long, and there was nothing she enjoyed more than having a new recruit under her thumb. As she surveyed the four hopefuls, she had a feeling that this year was going to be particularly memorable.
The first of the four was Christie. She was tall and curvy, with long brown hair that reached halfway down her back. She was a great-looking girl, with large, firm breasts and an arse that could have turned Liberace, and she knew it – even though it was September, she still walked around town in the tightest of tank tops, and skirts that left very little to the imagination. She worked as a life model on occasion, and no one had any difficulty guessing why the life drawing class had suddenly been inundated with new students. Jane had a feeling she’d be difficult to embarrass, but then again, everyone loves a challenge.
Standing next to Christie was Monica. She’d got into Pentregoed on a sports scholarship, and it showed; she was slim and lithe, with a perfectly toned body. She certainly stood out from the crowd; her long hair was dyed a bright shade of pink and there was a red and black star tattooed on the back of her neck, which was just visible above the collar of her t-shirt.
Next in line was Tasha, the shortest girl there at five foot three and not someone who Jane would have expected to see here. She didn’t look particularly athletic, and she seemed to be the shy type; under her loose shirt, hoodie and baggy jeans, though, Jane was pretty sure she had a killer body. Jane looked forward to finding out.
Last of the four was Sian. She was only an inch or two taller than Tasha, and thin as a rail. She wore a pink and white check summer dress, and there was very little filling it up. She was cute though, Jane had to admit – her blonde bob and big blue eyes gave her a pixieish look that blokes must have loved.
After she’d stood for a while in silence, sizing up the new recruits, Jane spoke.
“Alright girls,” she said in her best drill sergeant voice, “I have to say, you’ve got guts for coming here. Most people are too afraid to join the cheerleading team here. They’re scared of the initiations,” she grinned, “and with good reason. I don't think any of you have what it takes, to be perfectly honest – and I can’t have substandard cheerleaders on my squad. So me and my two friends here,” she gestured to the two other cheerleaders standing next to her, “are going to test you. And test you hard. If any of you are accepted onto our team, it will be because you have proven beyond all doubt that you are Pentregoed cheerleader material. Sammy – the hat please.”
Sammy, an olive-skinned brunette, handed her a hat.
“I will assign each of you to one of us – whichever one of us draws your name from this hat will be in charge of your initiation. So, without further ado – Sammy, please pick a name.”
Sammy pulled a piece of paper from the hat. “Monica!” she said.
“Monica,” said Jane, “stand over here next to Sammy. Next up, Fran!”
Fran was a stereotypical cheerleader – leggy, blonde and dating the captain of the rugby team. She pulled out Christie’s name.
“Now, Tasha and Sian – since I’m the only one left, I’ll be taking both of you. Let the initiation begin!”
Chapter 1 – Monica
Monica stood in the kitchen of the student house where the initiations were set to begin. Looking around, she was certain that the initiations would be a piece of cake – not one of the other girls looked like the athletic type, whereas Monica had been playing football practically since she could walk, and had been cheerleading captain in her secondary school. She watched as the other girls were led away, until only she and Sammy were left.
“Ok,” said Sammy. “Looks like you’re mine.” She grinned wickedly, and Monica began having second thoughts about this. Something in Sammy’s smile made her uneasy about just what this initiation would entail. “Wait here,” Sammy said. “I’ll get your outfit.”
Sammy left the kitchen, and soon returned, holding out the outfit in question. Monica’s jaw dropped when she saw it.
“Is...is that it? Where’s the rest?”
Sammy smiled. “This is it. And I’m looking forward to seeing you in it.”
Monica looked at the meagre scrap of fabric Sammy was holding out. She had expected to be given some kind of cheerleader uniform, but all she was presented with was a black g-string and a pair of nipple pasties.
“You can’t seriously expect me to wear this?”
“Oh, I seriously do. I’m in charge now, and if you want to get onto the team you’ll do as I say. If not,” she shrugged, “you know where the door is.”
Monica sighed. It looked like all bets were off – this initiation wasn’t going to be anything like she had expected. Still, she wasn’t going to let a little embarrassment stop her getting onto the team. Steeling herself, she took the uniform from Sammy.
“Do you have somewhere I can change?”
“Here’s good,” Sammy said.
Monica figured there was no use in arguing. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and, trying to ignore Sammy’s stare, took off her bra. After she had put on the pasties, she took off her trousers. Sammy laughed as Monica tried to keep her crotch covered while stepping into the g-string. Monica blushed as Sammy looked her up and down. It was incredibly embarrassing to be this exposed in front of someone she didn’t know, and it only got worse when Sammy told her to turn around.
“Come on, give us a twirl. Don’t be shy now.”
Monica turned round in a circle displaying her entire body, bar the tiny amount that was covered. She could practically feel Sammy’s eyes on her as the cheerleader took in the view. When she saw the outline of a hand tattooed on Monica’s left buttock she clapped her hands gleefully.
“Oh, that is cute. I should get one of those.”
Monica finished twirling and stood motionless, wondering what would come next. Whatever it was, she was sure it would be designed to humiliate her even further. Her fears were confirmed when she heard the front door open, and the sound of chattering voices.
“Oh, said Sammy, “that must be my flatmates. I bet they’ll just love you.”
Monica groaned inwardly. It was bad enough Sammy seeing her practically naked; to be around more people like this would be even worse.
“Hey guys, come into the kitchen! I’ve got a guest who’d like to meet you all.”
Monica blushed as a boy and a girl of about nineteen walked in. They smiled as they saw her; the boy’s eyes were practically falling out of their sockets as he took in the view. Monica thought about covering up, but there was really no point – Sammy was determined to humiliate her no matter what she might do to avoid it. Sammy made her twi
rl once more, so that her flatmates – who she introduced as Jack and Eira – could get a good look.
“Alright,” said Sammy, “since you’re trying out for the cheerleading team, you presumably know our routines?”
Monica nodded. She didn’t like where this was going.
“Well then, why don't you show us what you’ve got?”
Monica stood motionless, paralysed by embarrassment.
“Come on,” said Sammy, “get going – you do want to make the team, don't you?”
Reluctantly, Monica began the routine that the Pentregoed University cheerleaders had done at the previous year’s rugby final. Jack seemed mesmerised by the movement of her breasts, and the three onlookers laughed and cheered every time Monica jumped or bent over. When she had finished, they gave her a round of applause.
“Well done. What do you think, guys?” Sammy turned to her flatmates to get their opinion.
Eira smiled. “She definitely knows what she’s doing. I think she’d be a valuable addition to your team. How about you, Jack?”
“What? Uh, yeah – yeah, she’s definitely something.” He could hardly speak – this was probably the best day of his life, and Monica cringed a little at the thought that he would probably jack off thinking about her later.
“Good, good.” Sammy had a wicked glint in her eye. “Now, we’re all going to a party later, and we don’t want you to turn up without bringing anything. So how about you run down to DJ’s – that’s the shop up the road, in case you hadn’t found it yet –and buy us a bottle of vodka?”
“Like this?” Monica said, gesturing to her exposed body. “I’m not exactly dressed to go out.”
“Well, that’s the point, isn’t it?”
“But – but won’t I get arrested? For indecent exposure, or something?”
Sammy shook her head. “People are a bit more lenient about things like that here. You’ll be fine – trust me, there’s no way you’re getting out of this.” She grinned. Taking out her wallet, she walked over to Monica, pulled back the waistband of her g-string and slipped a twenty-pound note into it.
“That should cover it,” she said. “Off you go now.” She pinched Monica on the arse as she spoke, making her jump. “You’ve got twenty minutes to get there, get the booze and come back.”
Monica walked downstairs, opened the door and peeked out, making sure to keep herself hidden – there was no one there. She breathed a sigh of relief, but she knew that she was bound to run into someone sooner or later. At the very least, she’d be seen by the cashiers at DJ’s. She tried not to think about that.
OK, she thought, here goes nothing.
She stepped outside onto the grass. She decided to avoid the paved path that ran through the student village, and instead to cut straight across the grass – it would save time, and she’d be less likely to be seen. The softness of the grass against her bare feet would have been comforting, but now it only served to heighten her awareness of her near-nakedness, as did the cool September breeze that blew against her body.
Monica set off, walking fast, trying to cover the distance between the house and DJ’s as quickly as possible, glad that there was no one around to see the way her breasts bounced as she hurried along. That wasn’t true for long, though. As she came to the place where the village joined the road, she saw a group of students – four boys and a girl – walking towards her. She started, and ducked behind a bush for cover, but it was too late.
“Shit, did you see that?” she heard one of the boys exclaim.
“Did that look like Monica to you?” another one said.
Oh, crap, she thought. Not only had they seen her, but at least one of them recognised her! She crouched behind the bush, hoping they’d pass by, but she knew that wouldn’t happen. Besides, she didn’t have much time. Gathering her courage, she stood up.
The students gasped when they saw her, and Monica was dismayed to see that they all had their camera phones at the ready. She recognised one of them – he was her flatmate’s boyfriend.
“Holy shit,” he said. “Monica?”
“Er – hey,” she said nervously. “Look, it’s a long story, but I don't have time to explain – I’ve really got to get going.”
“Yeah, yeah – is this a cheerleader thing? You know, like an initiation? I heard you were going for the team.”
“Yeah,” she said. “Er, I’ll, like, see you later, I guess?”
She didn’t hear what he said next – she was already moving, nearly running, her face scarlet with embarrassment. She heard an appreciative whistle as the boys took in the sight of her pert arse as she set off past them. Her heart was pounding as she carried on up the road, and she was dreading the thought of the people who would see her before the task was over.
There was a large group of people outside DJ’s – about ten students, standing around chatting and smoking. As Monica approached, they stopped what they were doing and stared at her. Of course, every one of them had a camera phone. Monica rushed past them, trying to pretend they weren’t there, but the knowledge that they had seen practically everything there was to see of her made her blush to the roots of her hair. She tried not to think about all the photos and (presumably) video footage that had been taken of her – by the evening, she was sure that her almost-naked body would be all over the internet.
When Monica got into DJ’s, she went straight to the checkout where the spirits were sold. She sighed when she saw the line, and was even more dismayed when she looked at the clock on the wall and realised that it had taken her fifteen minutes to walk down to the shop – she only had five minutes left to get what she came for and get back. She didn’t have time to wait in line.
Monica walked over to the boy at the head of the line – she recognised him as a fly half in the uni’s rugby team.
“Hi,” she said, trying her best to look seductive (it didn’t take much, given the situation). “I’m sorry, but I’m really in a hurry – would you mind if I went in front of you?”
His eyes were glued to her chest as he replied, “Yeah, yeah, no problem love.”
“Thanks.” She smiled and stepped up to the checkout. She could hear the people in the line behind her loudly discussing her “unbelievable tits” as she bought a bottle of vodka, paying for it with the twenty-pound note in her g-string (that raised a laugh from the considerable crowd of onlookers).
Once she was out of the shop, she sprinted back to the house, her breasts swinging freely and the encouraging shouts of the people she passed by following her up the road. When at last she got back to the house, she rung the doorbell and Sammy answered it.
“Well well well, look who’s finally back. Come in.” Monica hoped she’d got back on time – she was a hell of a runner – but Sammy checked her watch and said,
“You’re late, missy. This is unacceptable. Come through to the kitchen and we’ll discuss your punishment.”
Sammy took the bottle and the change from her and led the way, with Monica following reluctantly. Once they were in the kitchen, where Jack and Eira sat waiting, Sammy said,
“First of all, this,” she gestured to the g-string and pasties that Monica wore, “is going to have to come off.”
“Oh come on,” said Monica, “seriously? I’m practically naked already!”
“Well then, it won’t make much of a difference, will it?” Sammy turned to her friends. “How about you? Do you think I should let her keep her clothes on?” she glanced over at Monica and smirked. “Such as they are?”
“I don't think so,” said Jack. Monica wasn’t surprised that he was all for getting her naked.
“Nah,” said Eira. “Strip her!”
Monica decided she had no choice – there was no way she was failing this initiation, and it was better to take off her clothes herself than let Sammy do it. She peeled the pasties off her nipples and slipped off her thong. Jack, Sammy and Eira gawped at her as she stood completely naked, covering her breasts with one arm and using her o
ther hand to shield her crotch.
“No sense being shy now,” Sammy said. “We’ve seen practically everything already.”
Monica dropped her hands. Sammy made a twirling motion with her hand and Monica obeyed, turning round slowly so they could see her body from every angle. Sammy set the vodka on the table and took down gin, vermouth, a cocktail shaker and three glasses from a cupboard.
“Let’s see how you are at mixing drinks. Three measures of gin, one of vodka, half a measure of vermouth – times three.” She gestured at herself, Eira and Jack.
Monica poured out the ingredients into the cocktail shaker.
“Make sure you shake it very well,” said Eira. She seemed to be enjoying this as much as Jack.
Monica raised up the cocktail shaker and shook it hard, painfully aware of how the motion made her breasts jiggle. Then, she poured out the drinks and set them on the table in front of Jack, Eira and Sammy.
“Are you done with me now?” she said.
“Hmmm – yeah, I think so. Welcome to the team, Monica. You can get dressed now.”
Chapter 2 – Christie
Christie was under no illusions as to what the initiation was involved. Her sister had been a Pentregoed student until she dropped out, and she’d told Christie all about the various hazing rituals that the societies and sports teams there put new recruits through. Christie wasn’t worried though – she was not remotely shy about her body, and a little nudity didn’t scare her.
After Jane had taken Sian and Tasha away in her car, Fran and Christie were left standing outside Sammy’s house.
“Strip to your underwear,” said Fran, “and follow me. We’re going on a little walk.”
Christie didn’t say a word, or hesitate at all. She calmly, unhurriedly took off her top and skirt, revealing her best lacy black underwear. Fran looked her up and down and nodded approvingly, then took Christie’s clothes from her and set off down the hill in the direction of campus. Christie followed, unfazed by the whole thing. Really, she reasoned, it was no different from being in her bikini on the beach – if this was as bad as it got, the initiation would be a piece of piss. Part of the reason why she’d worn her nicest underwear for this was to show that she was confident and unafraid. She’d be damned if these cheerleaders were going to get one over on her.