All of the cheerleaders, Jr. Cheerleaders and fully nude former cheerleaders immediately snapped to attention and turned to watch as Miss Rita Temis entered the room. For a woman who paid very little attention to her looks, Rita was stunning. She was a tall woman, with short, dark hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. Her entire body was toned, with only just enough fat on her bones to give her sexy curves in all the right places. As was customary for her while coaching, Rita was wearing a grey sports bra, a pair of white sneakers, and a pair of skin tight blue running shorts that clung almost magically to her muscular glutes. Miss Temis was always something of a tomboy. Over the years she’d bounced around sampling every sport she even took a passing interest in, and always, she excelled. She’d played basketball, run track and played girls softball in high school, and in college she took up gymnastics as well just for kicks. In fact the only sport she never excelled at was swimming, which she loved, but unfortunately, her large breasts just seemed to create too much drag. Strangely enough, she had never actually been a cheerleader herself. After getting a degree in physical education, she came to this school with the nominal intention of being a gym teacher, but harboring every intention of taking over every girls sport in the school. As far as the cheer squad goes, she’d surprised even herself. In the past, she had always dismissed cheerleading as a lesser extracurricular activity, but after studying it for a while; she came to the conclusion that there was a certain art to it, a strong focus on teamwork and coordination unlike anything she had seen in other sports. Intrigued, she had set about transforming her squad into a perfect, well oiled machine. And, with Amber as her prototype “perfect cheerleader” and second in command, she had largely succeeded. Now she stood between the two groups of girls, one large and fully clothed, the other small and naked.
“Emily, Jennifer… what can I say.” The coach began. “I’m very very disappointed in the two of you. I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but I’ll have no part of it, and neither will any of the cheerleaders under my watch. I’m sorry girls, you were a credit to the squad, but you’re off the team.”
Jennifer was crestfallen. She had always done her best on the squad. Coach Temis had pushed her, and she’d always risen to the challenge. She respected this woman, and now she was joining all of her ex friends in ostracizing her. “But… but coach, I know this is a strange situation, but there has to be something we can do! Maybe…”
“No.” The coach cut her off. “You’re right, it is a strange situation. Honestly, I don’t think anyone’s heard the full story. If I could jump hurdles the way you girls take leaps in logic, I’d have made it to the Olympics. I don’t know what your game is, and I don’t want to know. On top of that, I don’t want to sit here and have to wrack my brain thinking about what to do with two naked cheerleaders. I’m sorry girls, but you’re out.”
“What about Principal Wormkins?” Emily snapped angrily.
“What about him?” Rita replied, in the confident and superior tone she always used when challenged.
Undaunted, Emily continued. “We have the full support of the Principal for this whole thing. We’ve done NOTHING wrong. You can’t just throw us off the squad!”
“I’m the coach young lady, I can and I will. If the Principal has a problem with that, he can come and tell me himself. And while he’s at it, he can explain to me exactly what I’m supposed to do with you girls for away games, where this town’s crazy laws wouldn’t apply. He can also explain to me who’s going to deal with the angry parents who don’t want to see a couple of naked girls flashing their who-has’ when they just want to see their kids play ball.”
“Maybe I will talk to the Principal!” Emily said, forcefully. Miss Temis just nodded, completely sure that she’d win this one if it came to that. Wormkins was a pushover in her eyes. Emily saw that look, and read it well, but she wasn’t deterred either. Yes, she’d talk to Wormkins… and she’d talk to Grandpa Nurelli too.
“So that’s it then?” Jennifer said with resentment in her voice. “After all of the hard work and sacrifice, after all of that talk about teamwork, commitment and friendship…”
“Don’t give me that Jennifer,” The coach insisted. “You turned your back on this team the minute you made your decision to swear off clothing for the next year.” Boy, were she and Amber on the same page. God, it was like a broken record! “How many times do I have to tell you girls, cheerleading is about unity and teamwork. That’s the whole point of the uniform. That’s why the uniform is CENTRAL to the very idea of the squad. When you foreswore clothes, you foreswore your uniform, and the squad. THAT’S why you’re not a cheerleader anymore. Come back to me when you can wear the uniform, and then we’ll talk. Until then, get out of my gym.”
Not seeing any other course of action, Jennifer and Emily turned around and walked out of the gym together. The cheersquad took several moments to watch their naked asses as they made their way to the doors, and exited out into the bright sunlight. After that, Coach Temis blew her whistle, and the squad formed up to start their drills as normal.
Jennifer looked glum and depressed. Emily on the other hand looked grim, angry and determined, regarding her saddened friend with pity. She couldn’t blame Jen for feeling down. She was having a rough time adjusting to being a social outcast, and she was totally powerless to do anything about it. Emily wasn’t though. She had her Granddad and a whole gang of monsters back home to tip the odds in her favor if need be. She was beginning to see the allure of the kind of power her Grandpa wielded: the power of fear, intimidation, and coercion. When life is unfair, when things don’t go your way, it’s nice to have the power to change things… to grab life by the throat and make it give you what you want…even if it means being a little rough. But you have to be tough… that’s what Grandpa said. You had to eat a little shit and prove you’re worth a damn to get that kind of power. That was the Nurelli legacy. Yes, she was beginning to see the allure…
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