Claiming His Cheerleader Read online

“What the fuck is this stuff?” I demand again. “This basement was practically empty when you moved in, and now you’ve got all your gross junk in here!”

  “It isn’t junk!” Jerry immediately corrects in a prim voice. “Most, if not all of the objects in this room are collector’s items and very valuable. They’re one of a kind, not to mention priceless, additions to my collection of vintage porn. Trust me, if I could find a better place to store them than some dingy old basement, I would. But for now, I’m keeping it safe here until I sell these babies off at a steep premium.”

  I scoff as I pick up another magazine, but then my eyes widen as I see a woman, completely nude, tied up in a spider web with her legs spread obscenely. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is hanging open too. She seems to be “scared” as she stares at a huge spider that approaches from the corner of the cover.

  Vomit rises in the back of my throat.

  “You’re such a fucking sick-o, Jerry! Does my mom know about the fact that you’re keeping your precious vintage porn collection here?” I yell again, rolling my eyes as I throw the magazine down. “Does she know that you’re a fucking pervert who enjoys monster kink and who knows what other freaky shit?”

  Jerry gasps and lunges forward to snatch the magazine off the ground.

  “Yes, Sheena does know!” he exclaims. “By the way, this is a very expensive first edition of Ms. Spiderman’s Naughty Nights, so watch how you handle my stuff! Even better, don’t touch anything, okay?” The old man sounds annoyed, but what right does he have to be annoyed when I’m the one who’s forced to see this creepy, disgusting alien porn collection?

  I glare at him and cross my arms over my chest because I don’t think Sheena knows about this. From what I’ve been forced to hear through the bedroom wall, my mom is pretty freaky in the sack, but I still highly doubt that she’d be okay with her own boyfriend hoarding fetish porn in her basement.

  After a few moments of staring like we’re in a Mexican stand-off, Jerry finally throws his hands up and shakes his head.

  “Okay, no, Sheena doesn’t know about this, but there’s no need to tell her, okay? It’s not like I’m hurting anyone,” he pouts. “The basement was pretty much empty when I first moved in and you two hardly ever came down here, so I thought it’d be fine to stash my stuff here. No biggie,” he says in a careless tone.

  I roll my eyes.

  “No biggie? This shit is creepy and fucking weird, just like you,” I huff while crinkling my nose in disgust. I can’t get the image of this old man jerking himself off while watching tentacle porn out of my head now. Damn, I want to claw my eyeballs out of my face, it’s so gross. “I’ve been in here for two minutes and I’ve already seen one girl penetrated by slimy tentacles on TV, and another about to get penetrated by a spider’s you-know-what. I think I’m going to throw up. And who even knows what else there is? No, absolutely not,” I shake my head. “I’m telling my mom, and she’s going to make you get rid of all this crap. It’ll probably end up in the dumpster, which is where it belongs.”

  Jerry springs into action then.

  “No!” he shrieks, lunging forward to block the stairs so I can’t leave. “You’re not going to tell Sheena a damn thing!”

  I don’t appreciate his body block, even if Jerry’s scrawny and thin. I narrow my eyes at him.

  “Get out of my way, you creep.”

  “No!” He stomps his foot like a petulant child.

  “Are you serious? You can’t keep me down here forever,” I roll my eyes. “What are you going to do, lock me up? Handcuff me and film me for one of these creepy videos? Hire Big Foot to come and ravish me?”

  Jerry snorts, at a loss for words for a moment.

  “Okay, move it,” I say, crossing my arms across my chest. “Get out of my way.”

  But then Jerry pauses.

  “Listen, Janie,” he says, thinking on the fly. “We can make a deal. Don’t tell Sheena and I’ll owe you a favor, okay? Just as long as you keep your mouth shut about this.”

  I squint at him.

  “I don’t want any favors from you, Jerry. Thanks. Now move.”

  But he drops to his knees then, his palms pressed together in supplication.

  “Please Janie?” he whines. “I’ll do anything.”

  I roll my eyes and heave a huge sigh.

  “Seriously, get a grip. Why do you care about this stupid collection so much anyways? It’s just porn, and it’s not like anyone even uses VHS anymore. I’m pretty sure a quick google search of literally any of these movies would allow you to download them for free. So what’s the big deal? Just dump this stuff!”

  To my horror, tears come to Jerry’s eyes.

  “I have a sentimental attachment to my collection, okay?” he sniffles. “Please Janie! I’ve been collecting since I was just fifteen years old, and I used my first paycheck from my newspaper route to buy my first X-rated comic,” he sniffles. “Really, I’ll do anything.”

  Thoughts whirl in my mind because come to think of it, there is something that I want. After a few moments of silent contemplation, I shrug as I look at Jerry again.

  “Well, I do have something in mind …”

  Jerry’s quick to bite.

  “Whatever it is, you’ve got it!”

  I shrug then.

  “I want to be set up with your friend, Brand,” I grin. “You set me up with him and my mom will never hear a word about your dirty collection from me.”

  Now Jerry looks stumped.

  “Who?” He furrows his brow. “Brand? You mean, my poker buddy Brand? Brand Danner?”

  “How many Brands do you know, Jerry?” I roll my eyes. “Yes, that Brand.”

  Jerry squints at me, his dirty beard littered with crumbs and other unidentifiable foods. “But Brand’s got to be in his forties. And you’re a sweet young thing, Janie. You’re what, nineteen?”

  I roll my eyes again.

  “It was my birthday last month,” I sigh. “You helped me eat cake and celebrate, remember? I’m twenty-five,” I say in a terse voice.

  “Right, right, of course I remember that,” the old man mutters. “But still, you’re just twenty-five. Isn’t Brand, ahem, a little too old for you?”

  “No!” I snap. “It’s fine, okay? Besides, it’s not a concern of yours. Just invite Brand over to watch football next Sunday, and I’ll take care of it from there, okay? But make sure you’re out of this house for a couple of hours, and Sheena too. Make it happen, got it? Then my lips will be sealed.”

  Jerry pauses, unsure.

  “Yeah, but—”

  I cut him off.

  “Do we have a deal?”

  Slowly, the old man lets out a long, shuddering sigh, and holds out his hand for a shake.

  “Deal, Janie. Damn girl. You’re crazy!”

  I just shrug while shaking his hand.

  “You know what they say: crazy is as crazy does,” is my breezy comment before I leave to return to the first floor. “And keep the TV down! I thought King Kong was down here earlier!”

  As I step into the kitchen, I take a deep breath while shaking my head. That was a weird interlude, for sure, but now I’m back in the regular world. At least the kitchen looks normal. The counters are the same pale yellow, and the linoleum floor gleams even though there was a poker game here last night.

  But then a satisfied smile creeps over my face because now, it’s time to put my plan into action. Brand Danner is coming over for some football, but little does he know, he’s going to get a piece of me instead.

  3

  Janie

  * * *

  Sunday.

  I giggle as I bounce on the balls of my feet a few times, watching my reflection in the mirror as I preen. It took a lot of hard work, but this outfit is perfectly naughty, if I do say so myself.

  Just an hour ago, I had been digging through my closet relentlessly in an effort to find the perfect outfit to wear today for my seduction of Brand. I’d been just about to give up
when my eyes landed on a few articles of discarded clothing lying on the floor toward the back corner of my closet.

  At first, I thought they were just old socks or something, but then my eyes went wide because it was my old cheer uniform from high school! I completely forgot that I still had it, but I’m glad I found it because it was always a sassy get-up. Even crazier, it still fit although I’ve put on twenty pounds since high school. Okay, correction: it’s scandalously tight now. My boobs are practically leaking out of the v-neck top and the skirt hardly goes past my ass. The red and blue stripes only highlight how voluptuous my curves are and as I bounce on the balls of my feet, my tits practically fly out. I flick my curls behind one shoulder. Perfect! I couldn’t have found a better outfit if I tried.

  Plus, the longer I stare at myself in the mirror, the more I remember why I suffered through all those long cheer practices with that creepy coach and the annoying girls on the squad. This uniform made it worth it because my boyfriend at that time, Carlos, couldn’t keep his hands off me whenever he saw me wearing it. He ravished me again and again, in his car, under the bleachers, and even in the darkened chemistry room one time. It was scandalous but I loved every second.

  Just as I reach down to readjust my skirt a little, the doorbell rings, and my heart starts racing. That must be Brand! It’s perfect timing because Jerry and my mom both left the house about thirty minutes ago, so we’ll be all alone.

  God, I am so looking forward to this. I can hardly contain my excitement as I clatter down the stairs, and then stop breathlessly in the foyer. Okay. Time to make a good impression. I grab the red and white pom-poms that I’ve placed by the front door, and then swing the wooden slab open, beaming.

  “Hey Brand,” I greet in an innocent tone. “Welcome to Casa Mulgrew! Three-Two-One-Touchdown!”

  He looks startled.

  “Um hi,” the large man growls, his eyebrows shooting up as he looks me up and down a few times and bites his lip. Brand is gorgeous as always with his wavy dark hair swept off of that high forehead, and that chiseled frame shown off in a gray T-shirt. Blue jeans hug his long legs and I have to force myself not to stare at the bulge at his crotch.

  “Is Jerry home?” Brand asks in a casual tone, his sharp blue eyes peering around me. “We were going to watch football today.”

  I laugh.

  “Yes I know, and that’s what the cheerleading outfit’s for. Jerry stepped out for a moment to run an errand, but come on in,” I smile, turning to enter the house. Brand takes a deep breath and then steps inside, trailing me to the large den where we have the TV. He doesn’t sit down, instead choosing to stuff his hands into his pockets awkwardly.

  “So do you know when Jerry’s coming back?” Brand asks. I put on a big smile and shoo him toward the couch with a sweet smile.

  “I think pretty soon. I think he just stepped out to get some cheese dip or maybe salsa, but make yourself comfortable in the meantime. I’ll be right back.”

  Then, I put the poms down and sashay into the kitchen to start collecting everything I need. A cold beer from the fridge is the first thing I grab, and then a large tray of food off the counter. Smiling, I make my way back into the living room and start setting out the spread. Somehow, I know Brand’s staring at my curves even though the pre-game’s already blaring on the big screen.

  I take my time placing everything on the table. I wanted to impress him, so I made all kinds of finger foods, even though I doubt much of it will get eaten.

  “Wow, that’s a lot,” the handsome man comments as I place mini hot dogs, a few different sliders, a five-layer dip, some chips and fries, and a few bowls of wings on the table. “You shouldn’t have, Janie. Jerry and I could have taken care of ourselves.”

  “Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” I shush. “Really, I enjoy cooking so it was easy. Besides, you guys deserve to eat well while you watch the game,” I add. “Cold beer?” I ask. But as I’m handing the slippery bottle to Brand, I ‘accidentally’ stumble, tripping over my own feet. Of course, the bottle inverts itself, splashing amber liquid all over my tiny cheerleading top.

  Oopsies.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry!” I exclaim, quickly setting the bottle down on the table. “I’m such a klutz!” Meanwhile, Brand jumps up and grabs a few of the napkins that I’d placed on the table.

  “Here, let me help you,” he growls. “We’ll get you cleaned right up.” He’s genuinely trying to assist but it’s hard because he’s swiping the napkin over my breasts and then awkwardly dabbing at my skirt. “The liquid must be freezing on your skin, hm?” he asks, staring at a few droplets on my thighs.

  I sigh dramatically.

  “Yeah, but it’s okay. I wore this outfit because I thought it’d be great to cheer on the team while we watch, but you know what? Now, my outfit is ruined before the game’s even started. Here, I’ll just make things easier and take it off,” I gabble quickly before Brand can reply. Moving like a flash, I grab the bottom of my shirt and lift the fabric over my head before throwing it to the side. Then, I wiggle out of my skirt and toss that on the ground too. Now, I’m only left in my best lingerie: a tiny lace bra about two sizes too small which is practically see through, and a matching pair of panties that barely hides my shadow.

  Brand stares at me, completely transfixed and hardly even blinking.

  “What are you doing, Janie?” he asks in a hoarse voice.

  Those blue eyes flare as they take in my generous curves and I shimmy my hips with a giggle.

  “What does it look like?” I coo, gently circling a nipple with one finger. “This is fun, right?”

  I can see his cock straining in his pants and twitching against his thigh, but he makes himself stay rooted in place.

  “Janie, where’s Jerry? Where’s your mom?” he asks in a strained voice, unable to look away from my perky breasts and the vee between my thighs. “This is wrong—"

  I interrupt.

  “They won’t be a problem. They’ll be gone for a good long while and won’t be bothering us, trust me. So we have plenty of time to play. If you’re interested, of course.”

  Brand’s eyes hold so much intensity that it sends a shiver down my spine and causes goosebumps to rise on my skin as he steps closer and closer. He’s huge, and I tremble with anticipation. Those hulking shoulders are triple the width of mine, and his chest is broad before tapering into a chiseled waist. What would it feel like to be pinned beneath that male mass, a slave to his touch?

  “Janie, you don’t know—” he begins again, his voice rough.

  But I put an end to this nonsense once and for all.

  “I do know,” I say in a firm voice. “I’m twenty-five, and I want you, Brand. The question is: are you willing to deliver?”

  The answering flare in those blue eyes tells me everything I need, and now, I’m about to go on the ride of my life.

  4

  Brand

  * * *

  There’s a part of me that knows this is wrong. Janie isn’t anywhere near my age. I’m forty-five and she’s a full two decades younger, so I know I should stop, but goddamn, knowing she’s so young gets me hot. I’ve always loved nubile young things, and Janie is definitely that. Hell, she’s more than nubile. She’s utterly gorgeous and voluptuous, with a sassy smile and a body that could conquer entire kingdoms.

  After all, her lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination. I can see every inch of that smooth, soft skin, which reminds me of fresh cream on a sunny day. I can see every curve of her body, including those dusky nipples poking out from behind her thin lace bra, her tits spilling out of the flimsy garment. I can see the dark triangle between her thighs, and the way her panties cling to her mound, darkened by her wetness. Hell, I can see how her bottom lips protrude because the fabric’s totally stuck to her by now.

  My dick is so hard it’s throbbing, and suddenly, my mind’s made up. Janie isn’t a child, and she’s old enough to know what she wants. I’m going to take what she’s offering, and
to make sure she enjoys it too.

  I step towards the saucy woman.

  “Are you ready, baby girl?” I rasp, my fingers itching to touch her.

  She merely slides a hand down to her velvet vee while giggling.

  “I’ve been ready since the day I was born, Brand,” she coos. “Come and get it.”

  That does it. I step closer, but then I stop.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks coyly. “What happened?”

  I stare at the cheerleading outfit on the floor.

  “Why did you wear that?”

  My question surprises even me. Why am I asking this, now of all times? I should be on or in her already. At first, Janie tries to deflect.

  “To cheer on the home team, of course,” she says. “I know it’s my high school uniform, but the colors are right.”

  I cock my head again.

  “No, why really?”

  Her cheeks flush.

  “Well, okay. I wore it for you, Mr. Danner. Did you like it?”

  I nod, my blue eyes going hot as I move another step closer. I feel as if I’m being drawn to her like a magnet and unable to keep myself away, even though I know this is wrong.

  “You know I like it. I like it too much, in fact. You know you made me lose at poker this past week, right?”

  Her cheeks go pink as she covers her mouth with one hand.

  “No, I didn’t,” she says in a soft voice. “Was it a lot?”

  I nod, blue eyes boring into her soft brown ones.

  “It was, honey, because I couldn’t get my mind off of you. The entire night, when I should have been focused on cards, all I could think about were your huge tits and sassy behind. I beat myself off in the bathroom, FYI.”

  From the sparkle in her eye, I can tell she already knows.

  “Yes, because I heard you,” Janie murmurs. “You were moaning as you did it. I walked by the bathroom when you were … ahem, enjoying yourself.”

  I nod, stepping closer once more. I’m almost touching her now, and the air between us is electric.