Cheerleaders are nothing new, you decide. You've seen all the voyeur sites, with little peepholes into their dressing rooms and such. It would seem to fake. No, what you need, what you crave is something different, something you can't get from the internet.
You stay on the ground for a while, slowly getting coated with dust and crap as other patrons enter and exit the booth above you. Finally, a teenage boy in Nike Airs kicks you from your hiding place under the table and into the middle of the diner.
Katlyn comes along and picks you up. You enjoy her firm embrace and her calloused hands, hardened by many a scalding hot plate. Your enjoyment is only momentary, though, as Katlyn dumps you into the industrial dish washer in the kitchen.
The next couple of minutes are a blur of soap, food particles, and water, water, water. You feel cleaner than you've ever been in your life. And, though it was from a machine, the swirling water kinda aroused you.
Julie pops he head above you as the dish washer comes to the end of its cycle. She reaches down and grabs you, then places you into...
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