Working on...
I’m working on a new Mind Blanked story: Mind Blanked Cheerleader.
Candice is just leaving cheer training, on her way to the shower, when her friends, Melissa and Emma, pull up in a convertible to take her to the eighteen-and-up mall.
They want her to go still in her cheerleader uniform, even though she’s been working up a sweat.
Will they finally get themselves blanked? Maybe not all the way, but Candice will be Candy by the time she leaves the mall.
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A Sample of what I’ve got so far (raw and basically unedited):
Candice trudged back from the football field, her cheerleading uniform heavy with sweat, her brown hair in a ponytail that had started out tight but came loose during practice, and her muscles aching for a hot shower.
“Yo, slut, wanna ride?”
She rolled her eyes and feigned ignoring Melissa. Her friend had an annoying habit of being a bit too loud.
“C'mon, I got someplace fun we can go. All the way, baby!”
She stopped and looked over at Melissa and Emma sitting in a hot red convertible with the top down. Emma was shaking her head and Melissa was grinning like a moron.
“We’ve already gone there, like, every Saturday,” Candice said.
“C'mon, get in the car. We’re heading to the eighteen-and-up mall, slut! I need to get some dick in me,” Melissa said, smacking the side of the car for emphasis.
“We’re going to see if we can get blanked this time,” Emma said, quite a bit quieter than Melissa, though that wasn’t hard to do.
“Hell yeah! Three young sluts at the mall gettin’ down and gettin’ dick! Let’s do this thing!” Melissa shouted.
Candice’s shoulders slumped and she sighed. She knew it was pointless to argue with Melissa when she got a plan in her head but she’d had enough of going to the eighteen-and-up mall. They’d been there every night that week and they’d barely been fucked at all.
“I don’t know, Mel,” she said. “I’ve got to shower and change. I’ve got homework and-”
“Don’t change, slut! That cheerleader outfit is just what we need!” Melissa interrupted.
“But I’m covered in sweat and smell like-”
“You smell like you’ve been getting your tits fucked off! It’s perfect!”
“Mel! Do you have to talk like that all the time?” Emma asked.
“Hey, I’m just doin’ me. Hoping it’ll get some guys to start doin’ me,” she said, elbowing Emma in the ribs and grinning at her own joke.
“Ow! You’re gonna bruise my ribs. Stop it!”
“They’ll just match your tits. Man, watching that guy pick you up by those jugs while he was fucking your ass yesterday, it was a thing of beauty,” Melissa said, pretending to wipe away a tear. “Wish they’d do that to me.”
“You’d have to grow some real breasts first,” Emma said, an evil little smirk on her face.
“Awe! You wound me, slut. And right into my heart, no tits to step the arrows, you know?” Melissa said, turning to wink at Candice as she said the punchline.
Candice shook her head and looked up at the fading blue sky.
“So, you coming, slut? ‘Cause we are gonna be cummin’ with or without your ass. Be better with your ass though,” Melissa said.
“Please,” Emma begged. “It’s just not the same at the mall if I don’t get to see some guy fuck you.”
Candice shrugged. “Don’t know why I bother trying to tell you two no.”
She hopped over the door into the back seat and buckled up.
“Okay, sluts, let’s get our asses to the mall, get fucked, and get blanked like the hot-ass bitches we are!”
“Hell yeah!” Melissa screamed, pushing the peddle down on the gas and squealing the tires.
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