"Hello girls!" A familiar voice rang across the changing room, making Carl's heart thump rapidly against his chest.
"Oh hey Kristin!" Sarah answered. She obviously had met her before, considering that they are on first name terms.
"Getting ready for your cheerleading practise I see...who's that over there?" The room went silent as Carl assumed that Kristin is referring to him: the person with a towel over his head.
"Oh don't worry about that," Laura quickly replied - Carl recognised her unpleasant voice immediately. "That's just a mascot..." Her voice seemed to trail off.
"A mascot? Really?" Kristin retorted, with a dubious and skeptical edge to her voice.
"Oh, what's the problem? Look, Kristin - we have an official cheerleader team slave: he does what we tell him and he likes it! Isn't that right slave?" Sarah called across to Carl.
Knowing that Kristin was fully aware that it is him under the towel, Carl realised he didn't have a choice. She was just confirming that he had gone through with being their slave - she didn't want to actually acknowledge who it was, as that would put her in an awkward position, from the girls' perspective. All Carl could do, logically, was nod. Which is exactly what he did.
"Well...if he - or she - is happy with being the cheerleader's slave...then who am I to stop you? Excellent work Sarah! You have such initiative - what a great leader you are! Your parents would be very proud. Not that I need to tell them about this arrangement, of course," Kristin said reasonably.
"Thanks Kristin!" Sarah replied happily. "And yeah, if you could just keep this to yourself and make sure no one else comes in before, during or after our practises, that would be great!"
"Of course! In fact, here is a lock you can use." You hear a shuffling, clinking sound which is presumably a key and lock. "So no one can interrupt you. Unless I want to use your slave for myself!" Kristin laughed.
"I'm sure we could sort something out," Sarah giggled, which was replicated by the other cheerleaders. Kristin then seemed to depart from the room, leaving Carl alone with the others.
"Good work, slave! That was the College Dean. She'll do anything I say, considering how much money my parents donate to the college," she concluded in a bratty tone.
"What are we gonna do with him when we're practising?" One of the others asked.
"Hmm," Sarah's voice got louder, then suddenly she wrenched the towel off his head, leaving him blinking awkwardly and staring at the women in their sexy cheerleader's outfits. "What shall we do with you, slave...?"
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