Flipping a few pages in her book, Dawn found the spell she wanted. As Vicky stood at the bottom of the escalator, trying to cover her rear with one hand and her pussy with the other, the teenage boy pretending to "help" her, the Cheerleader dismounted the escalator with a small leap, as if she had just completed a gymnastic routine.
Dawn's new incantation had worked, making a lithe, athletic puppet out of the auburn-haired alpha female. Exactly the kind of girl she needed to put Vicky in her place. "Look, skank," she said, slapping Vicky on the flank, "your hands aren't big enough to cover that cottage cheese ass." While this insult may have been unfair to Vicky's lithe figure, the cheerleader spoke it with a certainty that made her words seem true. Vicky felt the attention of the entire food court, especially a few nearby tables of popular girls from Dawn's school, some of whom she had personally insulted with her snooty airs when they had tried to shop in her store. A few of them turned their chairs to face the escalator. They were going to love this.
Vicky's expression looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a tractor trailer. Grabbing her by her top. the cheerleader spoke again. "I don't like sluts like you flashing their ass in my face." She pushed Vicky's shoulders, but held the top. Vicky toppled to the floor on her nearly bare posterior, and heard a horrible ripping sound. She didn't need to look up to confirm that that amazon of a cheerleader was holding the remains of her top. Raucous laughter echoed the food court as the cheerleader waved her prize in the air. Her lower regions hidden from view by her position sitting on the floor, Vicky cupped her hands over her ample breasts, hidden now only by a pink bra. Seeing the brewing scuffle between the goth girl and the dominant cheerleader, the "helpful" teenage boy removed himself to a safer, but still prime, viewing distance.
Dawn considered letting it drop there. Vicky would be humiliated enough as she scurried back up the escalator to find something to wear in the shop. Then, she remembered how Vicky had asked her to model a revealing new outfit that had come in last month, how that just "happened" to be the day that Dawn's crush was shopping in the store, and how Vicky had harshly critiqued Dawn's body in front of him, in the way of complaining about the garment's fit. That was all she needed to remember,
"Get up," she made the cheerleader say, grabbing a pigtail of Vicky's dyed hair. Vicky had no choice but to climb to her feet. With her hands making sure the cheerleader didn't rip out her hair, nothing was covering her but her skimpy underwear. From this point on, camera phones were out and snapping the entire scenario.
Dawn calculated she had time for a quick change of focus. If she could do it quickly, she wouldn't lose control of the cheerleader. And even if she did, she guessed, there would still be a heck of a catfight. There was another spell in the book. She had memorized it, but hadn't yet seen the opportunity she wanted to use it. Staring at Vicky's little thong, she now knew what it was for. A quick chant under her breath, and, right in front of her eyes, or, rather, between Vicky's legs, her carefully-shaved pussy became a tangled mess of long pubes. With such small panties on, the pubes growing around the legholes of the crotch soon dwarfed the fabric. Dawn stopped when it looked as if Vicky had never trimmed a day in her life, but before her state seemed unnatural. At this moment, Vicky's backside was facing the food court, but the cheerleader, under Dawn's control, soon spun her around and spoke. "Ew, that's nasty. You shouldn't wear such small panties, you're gonna shed your pussy hair all over the food court." She punctuated the statement by grabbing a handful of said pubic hair, ripping it out, and tossing it in Vicky's face. Vicky squealed and grimaced..."you bitch, I'm going to kick your ass!"
"I'd like to see you try," said the cheerleader, as she kneed the goth girl in her now sore crotch. The pain bent Vicky over. She was determined to do anything she could to get at her tormentor, so she grabbed at the short purple cheerleading skirt, and pulled it down to the knees as she fell, revealing a pair of gold spanx underneath. "Well, people see our spanx all the time, but you're still gonna pay for that," the cheerleader replied (all too calmly, as Dawn, who controlled her speech and actions, wasn't embarrassed at all). Grabbing Vicky by both pigtails, she lifted her to a standing, but bent over position. Releasing one pigtail and grabbing the bra clasp, she turned her around to face the food court. With amazing dexterity, the cheerleader managed to undo the bra clasp with one hand while still keeping hold of one of Vicky's pigtails with the other hand. One of Vicky's hands left her hair to hold her bra on, and she was surprised that it wasn't being pulled off further. That's when the cheerleader's other hand grabbed the waistband of her diminutive panties. With a sharp tug, she gave Vicky a massive wedgie, which drew laughter from the crowd, but more importantly, Vicky was off balance, her head being pushed forward and her ass pulled up so she was standing on her tiptoes. In this humiliating pose, the Cheerleader walked her over to the table where the popular girls she had snubbed were sitting.
Vicky wasn't sure where this was going, but she knew she wasn't going to like it. Dawn smiled as one of the girls at the table gestured, and was handed a banana cream pie that four of her friends had been eating. She placed it on the edge of the table, then stood up, and moved her chair away. The purpose of these actions wasn't lost on Dawn, who had the cheerleader pull Vicky's head back by her hair, then slam it face first into the waiting pie. After mushing her face into it for a few seconds, she brought Vicky up for air, before smacking her down into it again.
"Can't top that," thought Dawn, as the food court crowd broke into the most riotous laughter she had heard yet. Her manager was having a day so full of humiliating and slapstick not even a three stooges plot could top it. "Or can I?"
The cheerleader grabbed the goth girl's thong and pulled until her face was pushed back down into the pie she had just risen from, and her ass was high in the air.
"What's your name?" the cheerleader unexpectedly asked of the girl who had provided the pie. "I'm Ashley," the girl replied, cautiously. "Ashley, has this whore given you problems or attitude?" "Nothing but attitude," replied Ashley. "I think it's time to adjust her," said the cheerleader. "She's gotten far too big for her britches." Ashley smiled and opened her purse, taking out a heavy, molded rubber hairbrush. "I think this will do nicely." "You'll never get the tangles out of that forest!" the cheerleader exclaimed, "oh, you mean?"
"Yes!" replied Ashley as she started spanking the hapless goth's pale backside with her brush. "Stop it!" Vicky implored, to no avail. Each swat made the pale cheeks pinken and jiggle. This was starting to be too much for Dawn, who struggled to keep her concentration as one of her hands slid into her pants under the book on her lap.
After 20 swats, Vicky was bawling, and Ashley's arm was tired. So she handed the brush to her friend Cynthia, who landed 10 at least as hard. Dawn was starting to breathe heavily, and soon wouldn't be able to keep the cheerleader under her control.
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