Natalia crossed her arms over her chest as she watched her boyfriend, Tim, fumble with the mess of keys to the locker room.

“Hurry up, genius! Someone’s going to see us!” she hissed.

“What’s it to you?” Tim bit back, flustered. “You’re not the one who’s risking their campus employment over this. Just let me know if you see Carl coming.”

Natalia huffed out a sigh, pulling at her jacket as she checked her satchel for the fifth time. Six full spray bottles, a coil of rope, a packet of wet wipes, a black gadget the size of a hockey puck, two juice boxes, and a Polly-o string cheese stick.

What the hell was she supposed to do with this?

“You still haven’t told me why your Aunt wanted us to do this, by the way!” Tim said, trying another key.

“She…she just does, okay?” Natalia asked, irritated by the question, mostly because she didn’t know the answer. She tapped her toe and peeled off a sliver of string cheese before popping it in her mouth.

“I’m just worried she’s up to something. If she keeps pulling this stuff on you, you’re going to burn right out of school. You should be more assertive, like me!”

“Don’t try that key, try the oval key!” Natalia snapped at him.

“Yes, Nat,” Tim replied, meekly.

Finally, the door handle twisted and the door creaked open on dirty hinges.

“Great job, Babe! Knew you could do it!” Natty said, giving Tim a quick peck on the cheek. “I guess I’ll take it from here…but why do I feel like I’m forgetting something?”

Natalia scratched her chin with her long, manicured nail. Suddenly, the though popped into her head, squeezing out a tiny bit of her brain with it.

“Oh, that’s right!” she said, turning to her boyfriend. She brought up her two fingers and held them an inch away from his face. His eyes crossed, struggling to focus.

“Look here, Tim,” Natalia said in a silky voice. “Loooook here…” she swirled her fingers in slow circles, dragging his eyes with them. Then, she playfully stuck out her chest and brought her hand down to tap her left nipple, proudly sticking out from under her white blouse.

“3…” she tapped her left nipple, then moved her hand to the right.

“2…” Tap. Back to the left.

“1…” Tap. Tap. Tap.

SNAP!

“Sleep.”

Tim toppled forward like a falling tree. Natalia braced his body against hers, smiling contently as his face slid down into her warm cleavage.

She loved controlling her boyfriend like this.

“Good job. You’ve been such a good boy, Tim. Time to go home. Time to go home and listen to more of those files my aunt sent us. Just go home, lay on the bed, and let the files get you nice and…ready for me…”

She reached down and gave Tim’s prick a squeeze through his pants. He moaned dreamily. She giggled and finally pushed him away.

“Off you go!”

Tim turned and marched away muttering to himself.

“Go home…listen to the files…get ready…love listening to Aunt Trippy…”

Natalia watched him go and then shook her head, feeling like she had just snapped out of a daydream. She clutched her satchel close and hurried into the girls’ locker room.

The cheer squad filed into the locker room after a final evening’s practice before the big state game. Jennifer, the captain, called the five other girls over for a pep talk before they hit the showers. She tossed her curly brown locks over her shoulder, planting her fists on her round hips barely covered by the red and white skirt.

“Good moves out there, ladies, but remember to save some energy for tomorrow. The school’s counting on us!”

Sammi, the bustier blonde snorted. “Yeah, they’re counting how many boners we give the freshmen. You know they’re putting the top donors and the sleazy old rich guys next to us for a reason, right?”

“Hey!” scoffed Raquel, an athletic girl from the Dominican Republic. “I don’t mind getting the boys a little excited if that helps them win the game!”

“Says the slut dating the linebacker,” Sammi muttered a little too loud.

“Aww…jealous bitch,” Raquel said, flipping her off.

“That brings up another point,” Jennifer interrupted. “No partying with the boys tonight and no sex. We want them up and at ‘em with plenty of energy tomorrow.”

“Oh, well,” sighed Lindsay, the tall, leggy red head. “I guess it’s just a watch party at my place with Prince Willy tonight,” she said lasciviously, smirking at the name for her ten-inch silicone dildo.

“Ooh! I’m in!” cried Amy, the short, solidly built flyer.

“No. None of that either!” Jennifer scolded, cocking her hip to one side. “We all need a good night’s rest so we can get through tomorrow. And then, once we cream Portland, then you can go and fuck yourselves silly, with who or whatever you want.”

Sammi clapped and cheered sarcastically. Raquel burst out laughing and gave her a hi-five while Amy and Lindsay exchanged knowing smirks. The one girl not smiling was Heather who scowled, black hair bobbing in pig tails, before heading straight for the showers without another word.

The girls watched her go, the laughter dying in their throats.

“Oh, I’ll go check on her,” Lindsay said, following the younger girl out.

“What’s with Heather?” asked Amy, confused.

“Ah, you know how she gets,” Sammi waved her hand. “Her family puts so much pressure on her to focus on her grades and not get distracted with partying and sex. Reeee-pressed.”

“Shh!” Jennifer admonished her. “At least she knows her routines Sammi!”

Sammi was about to bite back when a shadow behind Jennifer made her stop. The girls turned and stepped back as a buxom girl in a black jacket and low-cut top strolled into the changing area.

“Hi ladies!” Natalia said with a wave. “I’m hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“Hey! The stadium’s closed! The locker room is cheer team only right now.” Jennifer said, firmly.

“I know! Why do you think I snuck in?” Natalia said with an oblivious smile.

“Well, you can go sneak out again!” Sammi said, getting up and storming over to Natalia like an angry cow. “We’re getting changed and we don’t need perverts like you creeping around!”

“I’m not trying to creep!” Natalia said, holding up her hands. “I here because I want to help! My aunt’s a…well, a pharmacist, I guess…and she was able to get ahold of a new performance enhancing spray. It’s going to be huge, but it hasn’t hit the market yet. We thought you guys might want to sample it, help give you guys an extra…perk tomorrow.”

Natalia held up one of the 4 oz spray bottles, looking at Sammi.

“Wanna try?”

“What? No!” Sammi recoiled. “I don’t want you spraying me with some nutty chemical!”

“It’s completely safe!” Natalia assured them. “She tried it on me lots of times. It’s great, really!”

“Thanks all the same,” said Jennifer, manuevering her powerful hips in front of Natalia’s path. “but we could all get in serious trouble by taking performance enhancing substances, just like any athlete.”

“Don’t worry! Since it’s not on the market yet, there are no tests for it. It’s untraceable.”

“Well, that wasn’t exactly my point—”

“And in any case, I just thought you might appreciate it, considering how much it helped the Portland cheer squad reach national.”

Raquel cocked her head, her long black hair bouncing over her shoulder. “Wait, what was that?”

“The Portland State Cheer Squad,” Natalia repeated, packing away her bag. “That’s how they won National last month. Someone from my Aunt’s lab slipped them the supplement and well…just look at the results.”

Natalia zipped up her satchel, slinging it over her shoulder, and gave the ladies a dismissive shrug.

“Well, I just thought you girls might’ve wanted in on the new edge, but if that’s how you feel…”

She turned and started walking to the door, taking long, deliberately slow steps.

“Wait!” Sammi called out, walking over. “What kind of chemical did you say it was?”

Natalia turned back, her hand already yanking out a spray bottle. “It’s an aerosolized psychotropic stimulant. It helps people…mmm….get into their bodies more. It’s really effective!”

Natalia squeezed her legs together, drawing some of the girls’ attention.

“And super fun,” she said, handing the bottle to Sammi.

The busty blonde held up the plastic bottle, trying to peer through it, her finger resting on the nozzle.

“Are you sure? How do we know this isn’t some bogus placebo or something?”

“No,” Natalia reached her hand to grab Sammi’s over the bottle. “You can tell from how the light hits it and…oops!”

Natalia ‘accidentally’ let her finger slip and press down on the nozzle. A cloud of fine mist blasted into Sammi’s face.

“Hey! What the hell? I…” Sammi stopped midsentence, her head suddenly feeling light and…floaty. She staggered on her feet as the room started to spin. Part of her was alarmed, but something about the scent just made everything seem so…easy…fun…exciting! Her eyes rolled aimlessly around the room as a big, silly grin spread across her face.

“Oh…Wwwwoooowwww!” slurred Sammi. “This stuff is…so…awesome!!” She spread her legs standing in a solid half straddle and started to stir her hips, enjoying the movement just a little too much. “Oh, shit! Like, everything I do feels sooooo gooood!!”

Sammi popped her hips back and forth, shaking her chest and pumping her pom-pom’s in the air, completing the final sequence of her routine with newfound energy.

“Damn!” said Raquel, impressed with her friend’s gusto. “I want somma that!”

Jennifer scowled. “I’m not sure that’s a good—”

“Sure thing!” Natalia chirped before spritzing the Caribbean beauty in the face. Raquel reeled backward her wide eyes crossing as the drug infiltrated her brain. She smiled crookedly as her hips began to writhe slowly back and forth.

“Oh daaaaammmnnn…” Raquel moaned, her mouth hanging open. “Oh damn! This is amaaaazzzing! Oh, man! It feels like I could just dance and shake my booty all night!”

“Right?!” Sammi exclaimed.  “It’s like I can hear a fucking dance club in my head…oooh! And I just have to move!”

Natalia hid an evil grin as the two statuesque cheerleaders twerked and shook their asses together in unison, laughing and teasing each other, their flimsy skirts bouncing up and down. Jennifer watched with a growing sense of danger.

“Wow! I wanna try!” Amy said, bouncing up and down excitedly.

“Wait! We can’t all just take a fucking dance drug!” Jennifer said, stamping her foot.

“Uhh…like, why not?” Sammi said, her voice ditzier than normal. “It’s like … super fun!”

“And like…super hawt!” Raquel her eyes rivetted to Sammi’s bouncing butt. “Try it, Amy! You’ll totally love it!”

“Yeah! Just try it!” Sammi insisted, holding out the bottle to her. Amy stepped forwards her curiosity getting the better of her. Jennifer reached out and grabbed the smaller cheerleader by the wrist.

“Amy! Don’t!”

“Oh, just relax already Jenn!” she said, taking back her hand. “It’s not like we’re the ones that have to win the game.”

Sammi giggled and shot a cloud of mist into the athletic woman’s face, watching as her eyes lit up with delight.

“Oh! Oh, yeah!” Amy started bucking her slim chest up and down to a beat only she could hear, her shoulders rolling and gyrating. The three cheerleaders strutted and danced around the dingy locker room, their hands wandering up to grope their tits, looking more like cheap strippers than cheerleaders.

Jennifer, meanwhile stared dumbfounded as her elite squad of cheerleaders started to grind against each other, pawing at their bodies while giggling like vapid bimbos. At last, the cheer captain couldn’t keep quiet.

“Girls! For fuck’s sake! Get a grip!” she shouted.

“Aw, c’mon Jenny!” Sammie cooed, bending over to press her ass into Raquel’s crotch. “It feels sooo good! And it’s good exercise! C’mon, just try some!”

“Yeah, Jenny!” Amy said, beaming as she held up the plastic spray bottle. “Try some! It feels sooo good!”

“You gotta try it, Jen!” Raquel agreed, rubbing Sammi’s ass cheeks under her skirt. She gave the blonde a sharp slap on her butt making her squeal with pleasure. “It’s good bonding for the team.”

“Try it, Jenny!” The three girls turned, closing in on their captain.

“Try it!”

“It’s soooo gooood!”

“Just a little spritz!”

“C’mon!” Sammi said, holding out the nozzle. Jennifer tried to escape, but the girls had her backed up against the corner, their eyes gleaming with hunger. Before she could react, Raquel and Amy grabbed the cheer captain by the wrists, holding her against the wall as Sammi aimed the nozzle at her face.

“No! Wait!” Jennifer pleaded, her authority crumbling. “P-please…don’t…”

“Sorry, Jenny-Jens!” Sammi smiled. “Gotta take one for the team sometimes.”

She blasted out a fine mist at Jennifer. The tall woman scrunched her face tight, trying to keep the chemicals from leaking into her bloodstream, but felt her anxiety melt away as her thoughts clouded over. A jolt of electricity shot through her nerves and she felt her body twist and squirm against her cheer squad’s hands, her proud breasts thrusting out, straining against her sequined top.

“Holy fuck!” she whispered, her lips curling into a lustful smile. She glanced down at her uniform clinging to her glorious hot, body, her once sharp intellect dissolving to mush. “Oh. My. FUCK! Like! Why are we even wearing clothes?!”

Jennifer grabbed the bottom of her cheer top and ripped it over her shoulders letting her perky, round tits flop out. The three other girls shrieked in triumph, clapping their hands and stripping down to their panties. Sammi made a huge show of jumping on top of the bench as she unhooked her bra, shaking her weighty breasts back and forth. Her friends hollered and cat called her while Raquel held up her first two fingers, lapping between them with her tongue as she ogled her bestie.

Sammi leaned over as the cheer squad took turns groping and squeezing the tits so often the subject of their catty gossip. Talk turned into giggles and giggles into moans as Amy started grinding against Jennifer’s thighs. The four nearly naked women were on their merry way to a lesbian orgy when Lindsay came back from the bathroom.

“Hey guys, Heather’s kinda upset and I thought….holy SHIT!”

Natalia, who had been idly watching the show with her hand down her pants, sprang into action, snatching up one of the plastic spray bottles.

“Uh! Yes! Your friends are, uhm, really enjoying this new performance enhancing spray! Uhm…wouldn’t you just love to try…uh…”

Natalia trailed off when she realized Lindsay wasn’t listening. The tall redhead gaped at the pile of writhing bodies nuzzling and kissing each other for a second and then tore off her skirt and top.

“My lucky day!” she growled before charging headfirst into Raquel’s sculpted ass. Natalia watched, wide-eyed, as Lindsay guided Amy’s head down to her soft delta, never taking her lips away from the sweet nest between Raquel’s thighs.

Natalia shrugged. She supposed she could save on some of the bimbo spray, considering how eagerly Lindsay volunteered to join her friends. But then the rest of her aunt’s instructions bubbled up in her brain, and she knew each little hussy on the cheer team would need a dose of the spray.

She knew it even if she couldn’t remember why.

Lindsay sprawled on her back, balanced precariously on the wooden bench while Raquel lowered her hips on Lindsay’s face. Jennifer and Amy were taking turns worshipping Sammi’s bouncy breasts as Natalia stalked closer, remembering to cover her nose and mouth. She walked up to Lindsay before tapping her on the shoulder.

“Hey,” Natalia chirped.

The redhead glanced up right as Natalia spritzed her in the face. Lindsay’s eyes rolled high in her head as she swayed, nearly losing her balance.

“Heh heh heh…” she burbled before drunkenly returning to Rachel’s pussy.

Natalia stood back and watched the glorious sight in front of her. Five of the hottest cheerleaders in the school writhing together practically naked in the locker room, giggling and mewling like a bunch of drugged up porn stars. Natalia could sense the residual mist of the spray hovering around her, slowly sticking to her brain and tempting her to think with her cunt. She bit her lip hard, calling on hidden mental strength to resist jumping in and sitting her naked slit on Amy’s eager face.

No. She had work to do.

Before the naked cuddle pile escalated any further, Natalia reached into her bag and pulled out the strange, hockey-puck shaped gadget. Anyone might guess it was a speaker and, in a sense, they’d be right. Natalia placed it on one of the benches, trying to keep from getting distracted as she watched Jennifer scissoring with Amy while the other three ladies groped and made out with each other. With the press of a button, the disc lit up and a reverberant hum filled the air.

Natalia barely felt any effect. The subsonic tones were very subtle, and anyone with half a brain should be able to resist the suggestions to relax, to breathe, to open their minds to instruction.

Sadly for the cheer squad, Natalia’s special formula didn’t leave them with half a brain between the five of them, and they were forced to let their pussies do the heavy thinking for now. And Natalia knew their horny cunts were in no position to resist.

Slowly, like a car running out of gas, the women stopped pleasuring themselves and drifted into a zoned-out trance, their heavy eyes glazed and unfocused, their mouths hanging open uselessly with the occasional trickle of drool flowing past their lips. Natalia walked around, pulling each girl’s torpid body to sitting as the magic speaker hummed beautiful music only the girls could hear.

Natalia stepped back, feeling her pussy twitch at the sight of the five horny, helpless ladies. She started talking, feeling like a cassette tape was playing in her head, telling her what to say.

“That’s better, isn’t it girls? Listening to the music buzzing in your heads…feeling the wonderful buzz in your pussies… such a silly, funny buzz… making it so hard for you to think… just letting your thoughts buzz away as you feel that warm, pulsing buzz between your legs, buzzing your clits, just too horny and dumb to think. Isn’t that right ladies? … Say yes for me…”

“Yeessss…” the five women droned, obediently, they’re faces as blank and empty as their heads.

“You’re far too dumb and horny to think for yourselves girls…but let’s face it. You dumb sluts didn’t have far to go, did you? Everyone knows the whole cheer squad are some of the biggest sluts on campus, because you’re too dumb and stupid to learn anything useful. Don’t you agree, you dumb, slutty bimbos?”

“Yeesssss…” the women chorused with wide smiles on their faces.

Natalia wore a wicked grin.

“Say you’re a bunch of dumb sluts who are only good for getting their cunts stuffed.”

“We’re a bunch of dumb sluts who are only good for getting our cunts stuffed…” the cheer squad happily recited, the idea seeping into their open, receptive minds.

“Yes… you’re too stupid and horny to make decisions…you need to listen to the leader… you listen to your cheer captain, don’t you?”

“Yesss…listen to the cheer captain,” the ladies blindly agreed.

Natalia smiled and sauntered to Jennifer as she stared vapidly into space. Natalia leaned forward from the hips, keeping her legs straight and grabbed Jennifer’s chin in her hand, steering her head to look into her eyes.

“Now, Jenny,” Natalia cooed. “You know you’re not the cheer captain, right?”

The dazed brunette furrowed her brow slightly, struggling to make sense of what she was hearing.

“I’m not...?”

“No, sweetie,” Natalia said, reaching down to fondle Jennifer’s soft tits. “You only thought you were. Silly you! But you know, everyone knows,” Natalia lifted her eyes to the rest of the squad, “that you’re too ditzy to be the captain. Isn’t that right? You’re far too ditzy and dopey to lead…”

“ditzyyyy…dopeeyyy…” Jennifer sighed as Natalia’s hand wandered lower.

“Yes…you’re far too stupid and slutty to be the captain. But that doesn’t bother you. You never wanted to be the captain anyway, right?”

Natalia traced small teasing circles around Jennifer’s panties, watching with glee as a wet spot started to appear, her musk soaking into the air.

“…never…wanted to be…the captain…” said Jennifer, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure between her legs.

“No… you know that I’ve always been your captain…you listen to me…listen to your captain... listen…and follow everything I say… you want to do anything your captain tells you…”

Jennifer was panting heavily as Natalia’s fingers teased her stupid, the hypnotic soundbox keeping her mind dull and placid.

“yes…anything the captain tells me…” Jennifer said, bowing her head.

“And that goes for you girls too!” Natalia gloated, looking back over her shoulder at her mesmerized cheer zombies “You will do anything your captain says…”

“Anything the captain says…” the girls echoed.

“And who is your captain?” Natalia asked, glowing with power.

“You are…” the cheer leaders chanted.

Natalia squirmed with pleasure and then got up, ready to lay down her sinister programming.

“Very, very good…now I want you girls to listen closely and…and…”

Natalia stopped midsentence, suddenly aware of another girl entering the changing area. She looked back to see diminutive Heather, her eyes puffy from tears,, watching the bizarre spectacle with a mix of horror and shock. She turned her head to Natalia, her lips trembling.

“What…what did you do to them?” she whispered.

For a tense moment, the two girls with working brains just stared, each sizing the other up, waiting to see who would jump first. In the end, it was Heather who snapped into action, making a mad dash for the exit, but Natalia was faster, jumping in front of the petite cheer leader and shoving her back from the double wooden doors.

“Go! GET HER!” Natalia shouted at the entranced cheer team. “Hold her down!”

“Yes, captain…” the girls droned in unison before hopping to their feet. Heather proved fast and agile, but she was no match for the five taller ladies as they cornered her against the lockers and grabbing hold of her wrists.

“Oh shit! Please, stop! STOP! What are you bitches doing!? Snap out of it!” Heather screamed as she trashed against their grip. It was wasted effort. The cheerleaders acted without sympathy or remorse as they used their superior strength to hold Heather in place. Meanwhile, Natalia approached them with the coil of rope.

“Good job, girls,” she said, catching her breath. “Now, take her clothes off.”

No less than five minutes later, Heather had been stripped down and her hands bound together by the wrists, the rope suspended from the metal bulkhead on the ceiling keeping Heather’s arms raised, her soft perky body vulnerable and on display.

“No! Let me go! Whatever you did to them,” Heather barked, looking at Natalia, “it won’t work on me!”

Natalia shrugged, unfazed. “Only one way to find out. But I won’t bother subjecting you to the same mind melt spray I gave your friends.”

Heather glared at the plump, nerdy-looking girl. “You won’t?”

“No. I think it’ll be better when your friends melt your mind for me. Right, girls?” Natalia said, laying her hands on Sammi and Lindsay’s rumps. “You want to make your friend feel good, don’t you?”

“Yesss captain…” the girls sighed as Amy picked up one of the spray bottles. “Whatever your say…”

Amy walked towards Heather with a seductive glint in her eye. Heather yanked and struggled against the rope, but it was no use. When Amy pointed the nozzle at her face, Heather closed her eyes and held her breath.

“Awww….don’t be like that Heathy…” Lindsay purred as she sidled up to the bound woman’s side. She ran her fingers over Heather’s fit shoulders and cooed in her ear. “We want you to feel good…soooo gooood…you’re going to love it… nothing but wonderful, sexy blisssssss filling your mind… taking away all your thoughts…”

“Yeah, we know you want this, Heather,” Sammi teased, stalking closer, her boobs nearly smacking the shorter woman in the face. “Just try it…”

“Try it Heather…” Raquel said, coming up from behind Heather and grabbing her perky tits. She curled her mahogany fingers around Heather’s rosy nipples, pinching and squeezing. Heather sniffed in a breath but kept her eyes and mouth stubbornly shut. She twisted her head back and forth, trying to wriggle her way out of their grasp.

“It’s for your own good, Heather…” Jennifer said, sinking to her knees, her face level with Heather’s white cotton panties. She glanced up at her with a lascivious grin. “Trusssst ussss…

Jennifer bit softly around Heather’s panties, her breath tickling her lips and clit. Heather’s control wavered and she opened her face, gasping from the stimulation. In the instant, Amy shot a dose of the bimbo spray into Heahter’s open mouth.

The sophomore cheer leader recoiled, staring wide eyed as the drug pulsed into her blood stream, spiraling up until it reached her brain. Her head tilted like a capsizing ship and a wide, stupid grin spread across her face. In her mind, Heather’s world had dissolved into a symphony of lustful sensation and dazzling colors, every nerve in her boy waking up eager to play, eager for intense stimulation. She bobbed her head, her mind suddenly filled with catchy sounds coming from Natalia’s speakers.

“There we go,” Natalia said, watching the drugs take effect. She grabbed one of Heather’s pert breasts, her fingers pinching her hard, tight nipple. “No more thoughts. No more cares. Just happy, sexy, slutty giggles… brains turned to mush now…” she said, flicking her nipple.

“Hmm-mm-hmm… “ Heather swayed drunkenly. “all…mussshhh…”

Natalia’s hand dropped lower, her fingers sliding down between her skin and the fabric of her panties.

“You’re going to listen to me like a good girl now, won’t you?”

“Yes…” Heather gasped. “listen…good girl…”

Natalia smiled and gave her a wet, sensual kiss on her lips. “Good. Time for you to listen to your captain.”

She stepped back drawing each of the bedazzled cheerleaders’ attention, their minds blank, open books.

“You will all listen to you captain…”

Six mindless voices chanted back.

“Yes, Captain.”

Later that night, Bret Schminner, the star quarterback, got a surprise visit from Jennifer. He tried to explain that he needed his rest for the big game, but when the cheerleader stripped down in his living room and started giving him a lap dance, he reconsidered and let her stay. He emptied himself several times that night, going through condom after condom as Jennifer bounced insatiably on his hard cock, always persuading him to go for more.

Sammi and Raquelel paid a visit to both of their boyfriends, the linebacker and wide receiver, conveniently roommates with each other. The girls came with a bag full of cheap alcohol and dared their boys to see who could do the most body shots for the chance to take both girls to bed at the same time. By midnight, both men were passed out drunk while the girls milked and teased their dicks, giggling and vying to see who could get the most cum out of their unconscious boy toy.

Lindsay called up a few friends while Amy talked to her roommates. In the end, the two cheerleaders were able to persuade about a dozen girls from around campus horny enough to try something crazy. The convened at Lindsay’s student residency and helped themselves to the sangria Amy had prepared with an added ingredient slipped into her hand by Natalia earlier that day. It wasn’t long before the whole house was littered with desperately randy girls, flinging their clothes off and exploring each other’s flesh. A few minutes later the doorbell rang.

Leggy Lindsay opened the door to let in the entire line of scrimmage, eight buff guys enticed with the promise of crashing an orgy. Whatever discipline they learned had vanished along with their pants as all the naked, lust-ridden party-goers began to huddle up. Some neighbors down the street would later report that they heard the wailing moans until dawn.

Natalia, on the other hand, returned home that night to her boyfriend, confused and exhausted, but with a generous surprise.

“Go! Go! GO!! YES! ANOTHER TOUCH DOWN!!” Aunt Trippy threw her fists up in the air, making her incredible rack shake under her thin robe. Bill, her older boyfriend, crossed his arms and huffed as he watched the television zoom into the triumphant players from his rival school. The sports caster’s voice played over the image.

“And the Sea Hawks are here enjoying what might become the biggest upset of the season, leading the Stanford Cardinals by a brutal 36 – 0 before the halftime. Most of the fans here at the stadium today aren’t so happy with the team whose performance has certainly been lacking this playoff game.”

The camera swivelled to Bret Schminner, the quarterback, as her yelled frustrated commands to his team members, all of whom were leaning heavily on their arms, bracing themselves against their legs, looking like they had just run a marathon and were fresh out of energy. The camera panned to the wide receiver as he leaned over the bench and let out a long stream of puke.

“Oooh…it’s not looking good for the Cardinals, and we can see quarterback Schminner obviously very upset with his teammates. And whatever the team has, the cheerleaders don’t look much better.”

The cheer squad appeared on screen, flopping through their routine in front of the packed stadium, their moves sluggish and their eyes glazed.

“You’re damn right they don’t!” Trippy crowed at the TV before turning to Bill. “Cheer up, silly! We’re both about to make a lot of money!”

Bill shrugged, his demeanor sour. “Great, if I’m ever lucid enough to remember that.”

Trippy cocked her hip out, shaking her finger at her man. “If you didn’t want to follow through, you should have never have bet your mind against mine, boytoy! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy your week of being my sub.”

Bill shook his head and marched to the bedroom, unwilling to witness any more of his team’s humiliation. From the couch, Aunt Trippy’s phone rang.

“Hank! Hi!” Trippy said, picking up the phone with a shit-eating grin. “You enjoying the game?... Awww, too bad… Yeah, I’d be pretty upset too, but that’s part of the territory for being a bookie…right, well, when you can, I’ll take my 10 g’s in my boyfriend’s account. I’ll wire you the number for a deposit… Yeah, I know the game’s not over yet! Let’s just say I’m feeling confident…ooh! I have another call. Gotta take this. Bu-bye!”

Trippy swiped her phone, switching to the incoming call, leaning back victoriously on her couch as she brought the phone to her ear.

“Why, Nattie dear! What a lovely surprise!”

“Aunt Trippy! What the fuck did you do to me!?” Natalia voice raged from the other end.

“Oh, darling,” Trippy said with an extra helping of mock innocence. “I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The fuck you don’t!” Natalia barked back over the phone. “Come on! Getting me to break into the girls’ locker room, spiking the entire cheer squad with that…that…whatever weird drug you gave me? I could have been arrested, Auntie!”

“Awww, honey,” Trippy soothed her niece, “a girl with your brains and talent? I knew you could handle yourself, and you did such a good job, evidently.”

“That’s not the point!” Natalia continued. In the background, Trippy could hear the faint wet sound of skin slapping against skin. Natalia kept talking, but with an occasional waver in her voice. “You m-made me get Tim in-uh!-involved too! He could have lost his scholarship…mmm!! And all so you could rig a stupid game and make bank gambling!”

“Was it really that bad?” Trippy asked, her voice knowing and smug. “It sounds like you two are enjoying your consolation prize at least.”

“I KNEW it!” Natalia exploded. “I KNEW that was you fucking with my mind when I decided to take Heather home with me! …oOOh! Fuck! Yes! Keep going!” Natalia said to someone beside her aunt.

“I just thought it was only fair after you and Tim did such a good job for me. I take it your boy doesn’t have any complaints?”

On the other end of the line, Natalia looked up from Heather licking her slit, and focused on her boyfriend and he pounded the petite cheerleader from behind, his face a mask of pleasure.

“Never mind about him,” Natalia replied. “I don’t care about…ah! … about having our own submissive cheerleader toy! I want you to stop fucking with my head! Seriously! It feels like I’m going to lose it one of these days!”

“Awww, now Natty, Natty, Natty…just listen to me for a moment. Really listen…”

Trippy paused, enjoying the ambient sounds of sex as her niece finally stopped her complaining.

“If it really bothers you that much,” said Trippy, “just cum and forget about it.”

Natalia mind froze for a second before a crashing orgasm slammed into her. Trippy held the phone away from her ear as her niece brayed like oversexed cow.

“Oh!...oh…OH MY GOD!! YES!!...” Natalia shouted before catching her breath. “Oh…what… what was I talking about?”

“You talking about how you love to cum and forget,” Trippy prompted her.

“AAAAAHHH!!! FUCK, YESS!!!”

Trippy’s phone rattled in its case. At last she put the speaker back to her ear and spoke to her niece.

“That sounds better. And how do you feel now, Natty girl?”

“Uuhhh…gooood…” Natalia voice came slow and drowsy from over the phone. “…happy … horny… love my new toyyyy…”

“That sounds better,” Trippy said, turning the volume back up on the game. “Sounds like you have everything under control over there.”

“Yesss…everyone under your control…” Natalia droned, sleepily.

“That’s not what I – oh, never mind,” Trippy said with a shrug. “I’m going to go back to watching your school’s football team get decimated. You just enjoy the rest of the weekend, sound good?”

“…yes… enjoy…”

“Good, and maybe bring that new toy of your over later so I can give her a test drive.”

“Yes, Auntie… anything you say…”

“Lovely. Gotta go now, dear. I love you, Natty.”

“I love you too, Aunt Trippy…”