Mesmerizing the Cheerleaders (Magical Mesmerism) by Nadia Nightside Page B

she
signed up for the cheerleading squad, Monica started a private war against the
egos of the rest of the squad. With Lindsay, this meant initiating a long
campaign of digs against Lindsay’s weight, who was at a perfectly healthy size
at the time. It was fairly obvious that Lindsay’s eating disorder and
subsequent severe weight loss were a direct result of Monica’s constant
potshots.
    Good, thought Monica, tossing
her hair back and holding her nose high as she approached her locker, set aside
from all the other girls—as was the cheerleading captain’s privilege. Other
girls deserved to hate themselves when she was around. Monica was better, and
deserved to be recognized as such. She didn’t care how other girls learned
their place, so long as they did.
    For the longest time now,
Monica had loathed most other girls. As far as she was concerned, they were in
her way.
    Pulling out her practice
uniform from her locker, she reflected on how she especially loathed the new girl,
Valerie. Not only was Valerie’s beauty homegrown and natural and pure, it was
rather more striking than Monica’s own if one was paying close enough
attention. Monica was your classic beautiful brunette, and alone in a room with
a man, she was sure she could make him do anything she wanted.
    But Valerie was the kind of
beauty that could make a man think anything she wanted. Green-eyed, blonde, with curves that
went on all day and legs that didn’t know the definition of “stop,” there was
not a fleck of a flaw on Valerie’s angelic figure or face. Her green eyes in
particular made Monica green with envy. And so, Monica hated her. Just looking
at Valerie, you knew she was the type to be gorgeous long into her fifties and
sixties.
    Monica knew she was beautiful,
knew she was desirable, but she also knew that had quite a lot to do with her
youth. Once she got old enough, unless she had a man firmly manipulated to her
needs, she wouldn’t be going anywhere in this life.
    Her mother had been the
prettiest girl at Lovely Valley High School. Three years ago, Monica’s sister
Laura had been the prettiest girl at Lovely Valley High School. And ever since
Monica’s sister had gone off to college to conquer a man and take him as her
prize-winning husband, Monica had made it her life’s mission to be the sexiest,
hottest, most wanted girl at school in her mother and sister’s place.
    It wasn’t that hard. Monica
was perfectly beautiful. With her dark hair, slim body toned from years of
cheerleading, and beautiful face, she broke hearts in every room she walked in.
Boys or girls—she didn’t discriminate. Most of the girls in the locker room
right now probably had some sick, twisted lust/hate relationship with Monica.
She took enormous pleasure in the thought that if any of them had lesbian
fantasies, they were chiefly concerned with her tight ass and the way it carved
into her hot little spandex shorts. She liked it that way—it kept them
off-balance and therefore easier to intimidate and manipulate.
    Valerie didn’t have enough
exposure with the rest of the girls to work up that kind of obsession yet.
    Today, Monica’s body looked
terrific in her tight, spandex practice uniform. The school’s colors were gold
and blue, so her shorts were bright blue, tight and effortlessly showing off the
amazing curve of her tightly toned ass. Her abs, a perfect combination of
smoothness and tautness, weren’t covered at all by the tiny gold
cleavage-baring top, with its short sleeves and fun little blue stripes. She
put her long hair back in a thick ponytail, ready to work. When Monica showed
up to practice, she showed up to show everyone else up.
    The PA system dinged.
    “Monica, come to the Coach’s office.”
    That was odd. Coach Fellows
almost never used the PA. Usually, she just shouted from her door.
    Not thinking too much of it,
she entered the office. Coach Fellows behind her desk with a young man, someone
who Monica recognized remotely. Coach