Chapter 7

Tammy and Chris made it to the game just on time and took the field with the other cheerleaders. The band boomed out, and Chrissie and Tammy bumped their hips to the right, then to the left, in exaggerated swings.

They turned and bent over to the routine they had only minutes before performed for the admiring Mr. Sanders. They put their hands on their knees, bent over, their skirts pulled high over their red bloomers, and they wiggled their precious asses.

Chris and Tammy were next to each other.

"Jeez, I love this," Chris said.

"Me too," Tammy smiled, swinging her ass, showing off.

"Just look back over your shoulder when we're supposed to, but look up into the stands, see how the men love this ... but don't stop smilin'. "

They rolled to the music, then as the girls looked over their shoulders, Tammy stared into the stands and saw the men drooling at her rump. She also saw a series of flashbulbs go off.

"Some guy's takin' pictures of us," Tammy whispered.

"I know. Don't you love it? I'll bet he beats off to 'em, huh?"

"Oh, jeez, you think so?" Tammy smiled.

They finished the cheer and ran to the sidelines. Tammy looked up again. She saw the man with the camera focusing in on her. She bent over to pick up her pom-poms, held the pose, her skirt high on her bloomers, and she let the man get a good hot photo.

She turned around, then she noticed it was the same man who had taken pictures of her at the motel pool last summer, the guy who had her to his room and took all kinds of nasty pictures of her.

And here he was again, shooting away, catching the adorable cheerleader in a variety of sexy poses.

It made Tammy hot to know he was up there taking pictures. Her bloomers were wet. She wanted to stick her hand down there and finger herself, but she knew she couldn't.

Then she saw Mr. Sanders walk into the bleachers and sit down in the third row.

She got down on her knees with the other girls on the sidelines, but then she was on all fours suddenly, her skirt riding way up over her bloomers, showing Mr. Sanders' her lovely ass.

That pose should win me some points, she thought.

The routines went well, and Tammy loved being out in front of so many people, being where she could show off her beauty and sexiness, be there where men appreciated her.

When the game ended, she was walking back to the gym with Chrissie. The man with the camera, Mr. Taylor, stood waiting behind the stands.

"Hello, Tammy," he said. "Who's this handsome dude?" Chris asked. "Hi," Tammy answered. "Didja get some good pictures of us."

"Yes, I did."

"This is my friend Chris," Tammy said.

"Hello, Chris, you and Tammy were both marvelous out on the field today. I'm Mr. Taylor."

"Thanks, sir," Chris said. "You took pictures, huh?"

"Yes, over a hundred."

"Jeez!" Chris exclaimed, then turned to

Tammy. "How do you know Mr. Taylor?"

"He took a bunch of pictures of me at the resort this summer, while I was at the pool. Didn't you, sir?"

"Indeed I did."

"How did you know where to find me?" Tammy asked.

"A long story, but now that I have, could we discuss getting together again, taking some more pictures? I'll be here in Midwest City for a couple days."

"Well, I dunno. Chrissie too?" Tammy said.

"Yes, sure! Indeed! Chrissie too!"

"Hey, Chrissie, wanna?"

"What kinda pictures?" Chris asked.

"Pretty nasty, that's what he-likes, huh, Mr. Taylor?"

"I wouldn't say nasty, my dear. Lovely pictures that glorify your beauty is more like it."

"Well...." Chris muttered.

"I'll pay you both five hundred dollars!" Mr. Taylor said quickly.

"Jeez, I'll do it!" Chris exclaimed.

"Me too, sir!" Tammy added.

"Good. I'm at the Lariat Motel, the big three decker out on the river. When can you come out?"

"We don't have school tomorrow," Chris said.

"We could come out then!" Tammy chimed.

"Very good, tomorrow afternoon. And here, girls," he said, handing them each a stack of twenty-dollar bills, "buy some sexy lingerie, okay? Some nylons, heels, garter-belts."

Chris smiled. "Gee, thanks! Okay! We'll stop at the mall before we come to meet you, sir."

He strode off into the cars in the lot.

"Gosh, shit!" Chris said. "Five hundred dollars to let him take pictures of us?"

"He-likes dirty ones though," Tammy said.

"I don't care. I can be real dirty for five hundred dollars!" Chris smiled.