This choice: Capture the cheerleading squad • Go Back...Chapter #13Cheery Plans by: Seuzz   Possessing the cheerleader squad seems like one of the most obvious—even cliched—things you could do.
But sometimes it's good to go with the obvious.
Besides the fun, having a lot of hot, tight, cheerleader bodies under your control could be useful if any bad guys come into your life.
* * * * *
"Nothing's going to get better until we get some new girls on the squad."
Jessica-you casts a sidelong glance at Cindy Vredenburg, for it is she who so spoke. You're sitting on the gym bleachers, watching as the boys' basketball team has its afterschool practice. Guys shout hoarsely at each other, and the rubber soles of their shoes squeak and scream as they race up and down the polished wooden court.
Cindy's boyfriend, Seth Javits, is down there practicing, which is probably why she stayed after school. But Chelsea Cooper's boyfriend is also down there, which is why she's here too, sitting on the other side of court and watching the play with a distracted frown while her two sycophants, Kendra Saunders and Gloria Rea, occupy themselves with their cell phones.
Your glance over has told you that Cindy wasn't watching Seth. She was watching Chelsea when she spoke.
"You mean Chelsea and them?" you ask. "Maybe we'll all get lucky and they'll get hit by a school bus."
"Tch." Cindy casts you a reproachful glance. "I just meant that we need to break the logjam. Of course," she adds after a moment, "that'd be the point of breaking the logjam. 'Cos then we could get rid of Chelsea and her crew. Without hitting them with a school bus. Well, without having to," she adds with a slight titter.
What is it about sexy girls, that the more of them you squeeze into a small space, the uglier they get with each other?
The Westside cheerleader squad is very small—limited by school rules to only ten—and it is very sexy—which is why you want to make its body your own—and so it's a total nest of vipers. It was that way last year (your hosts Eva and Jessica have heard) and the year before that and probably the year before that. This year it was almost worse than it actually is, which is bad enough, when Kelsey Blankenship resigned the squad and washed her hands of the whole messy business, leaving it to Chelsea and Cindy to battle for supremacy. It was Chelsea who scored the squad captain position by a very narrow margin. But she's got only a very small power base on the squad—herself and three friends—while alienating almost everyone else.
But as long as she's got three allies, Cindy and her friends stand no chance of reaching the two-thirds vote needed to strip her of the captaincy. And as long as Michelle Estrich—a new girl at Westside who keeps to herself with her head down—refuses to budge, Chelsea won't even be embarrassed by losing to a majority vote.
"But you'd have to get rid of Chelsea and her crew before you'd have the votes to get rid of Chelsea and her crew," Jessica-you reminds Cindy. (Eva-you is doing the homework of three people in the library; Marc-you is out by the river, entertaining himself in the back seat of the minivan with Hannah Westrick; but you've got three brains to power you through three different tasks.) "So it's like—"
"We just have to get rid of one of them," Cindy says. Her lips purse into a slight smile.
"You have an idea?"
"No. I just know who it would be."
She's staring across the way, and you follow her gaze to see that Kendra Saunders is coolly staring back at you. Her own lips bunch up into a smirk as she catches your eye.
Now you know who your next acquisition on the cheerleader squad will be. Someone who could backstab Chelsea (if that turns out to be your plan); or at the very least could let you know what Chelsea's plans are.
Just because you're going to possess the whole of the cheerleader squad doesn't mean you have to do it all at once, or that you can't have fun while you do it.
* * * * *
It's the next day before you can set up to catch Kendra, using a plan that your three possessed siblings concocted the night before. ("I love it," Marc-you gloated after setting on it.) As usual, Kendra is hanging out after school with Chelsea and the others, but this time you send Marc's body into the gym to watch practice. When it breaks up, some of the ballplayers come over to talk and bump chests with Marc-you, but you keep an eye on the cheerleaders, and when they come down the bleachers to leave, you break off to intercept them.
"Hey," Marc-you says, chucking a chin at Kendra. "Watchadoon now?" You cross your arms and puff out your chest.
She looks you up and down with a bright smile on her dark face. "I don't know," she answers in a sing-song, and fingers amber ringlets that trail past her shoulder. "Hanging out someplace?" Behind her back, Chelsea gives her a hooded look.
"Well, hang out with me, I got some stuff I wanna talk to you about."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You're on the Yearbook, right? And you're taking a visual journalism class?"
"Uh huh." She tosses her hair. In ten years' time, it wouldn't surprise you, she'll be working for a local news station—or interning for a cable entertainment channel.
"Well, I wanna talk to you about doing something on the soccer team. You know, a spread for the yearbook, or like a YouTube thing."
Chelsea interrupts. "Why don't you talk to Cindy about it?"
"'Cos I wanna talk to Kendra," you retort. To Kendra: "Interested?"
"I'd love to talk to you."
"She'll text you," Chelsea says. "Come on."
Kendra winces, but allows herself to be hauled away by the cheerleader captain. She flashes you a white smile over her shoulder, though.
Marc-you has a serious hard-on by now, and your face is hot with anticipations of pleasure to be had with a new body.
* * * * *
You agree to have your meeting at the municipal library, and Kendra accepts an offer to pick her up. You've cleaned Marc-you up in a polo shirt and tight blue jeans, and Kendra's eyes glint with obvious pleasure when she claps them on you. "Is Hannah going to be with us?" she asks as you walk her out to the minivan. Her tone is just a little too oily to be innocent.
"No, she had plans." Kendra jumps as you brush her shoulder with your fingertips, and her nostrils flare over the grin she turns on you. Back home, Eva-you and Jessica-you look up from your homework to exchange a knowing smirk. Marc-you helps Kendra into the minivan, then trots around to the driver's side.
You make small talk on the drive, outlining an idea for doing a season-long documentary about the soccer team to post on YouTube; Kendra at least pretends to be enthusiastic. She's not so taken that she doesn't notice that you're not driving downtown but are edging farther along the river. She doesn't ask anything, though, until you pull into the parking lot of Potsdam Park.
"There's something else I wanted to talk about with you," you tell her when she asks. You shut off the engine and turn sideways in your seat. "I wanted to ask what you'd think about—"
You reach around to lay your palm on the side of her neck. She gasps slightly, and her lips part.
That's all you need or want. You put your face into hers, and cover her open mouth with yours.
She's tentative, but you've enough enthusiasm for both of you. In the back of your throat, something like a second—smaller and wormier—tongue rises and extends. It stretches over your tongue and over Kendra's, and latches onto the back of her throat.
She chokes and gags. But it's too late. You seize her by the shoulders, and you seize her by the mind as well. Something inside you turns loose, like a rooted weed relinquishing its grasp on the loose earth, and slithers into her.
A feeling of vertigo, of plunging down a dark and humid well, overwhelms you. You sit back to watch Kendra as she gurgles and drools and sinks sideways in the seat, and still you feel yourself falling.
Then you curving back up again, is if rocketing out of the dip of a Ferris wheel. Higher and higher you rise, until a feeling of weightlessness, as though you're hanging suspended in mid-air, overcomes you.
A new pair of eyes opens to you, and you turn to stare back into Marc-you's face.
"Did you like that?" Marc-you asks your new body.
"I loved it," you coo, and caress his cheek with a slim hand.
* * * * *
Nothing's going to get better until we get some new girls on the squad.
It's funny, but Chelsea said something like that too, just a few days ago, to Kendra. It's not until the next morning, as Kendra-you is blow-drying her hair and smiling into the mirror, that you remember. It took all night to swallow her mind, to make her into another of your pliant bodies.
From your point of view, there's nothing wrong with the way the squad is now, and once you've got yourself in all the girls they won't think there's anything wrong with it either.
But as long as you're making some changes to the squad, maybe you could make some more.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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