Back On Top

New girl in California, Ariana Marie kept everything in a diary. Back home, it was dance. Here it was cheer. The top girl, Jenna Ross, rode her ass from day one. Kota Sky and Alina West never called her names. Still, they had to step in. Practice ended. Jenna stayed late, still picking at Ariana for showing up late. Alina waited until Kota and Ariana were gone, then laid out the bait. She told Jenna they were getting together later and named a motel. Jenna lit up. Alina fed the line about spying with a camera. Jenna bought it. She wanted shots that would wipe Ariana off the squad. Back at Kota’s, Jenna and Alina crouched in the dark outside the door, camera rolling. Inside, Kota stripped Ariana down, hands greedy on her tits. They were slow and wet and knew every move landed right in Jenna’s lens. Kota thumbed open Ariana’s cunt, made her moan loud, made sure it carried. Ariana opened her thighs wider so the view was clear. Jenna burst in calling them whores. Alina smiled. “We knew you’d come for this. That cam’s been on you the whole time.” Jenna froze. Alina laid it out cold. Everyone was done with her, done taking orders, done letting her be a cunt in front of the squad. Ariana spoke next. She told Jenna she could keep captain, but only if she learned respect the same night. Jenna tried a threat. Nobody blinked. She saw the phone in Alina’s grip, saw the only way out. She swallowed hard, stepped forward, and offered her hand. That was the truce. Jenna peeled off her uniform. Kota shoved her toward Ariana, telling her to apologize with her mouth. Jenna dropped to her knees, cheeks red, and buried her tongue between Ariana’s thighs. When Jenna tried to pull back, Alina grabbed the back of her head and held her there until she finished the apology with her tongue inside. Kota filmed every second they spent stripping Jenna, spreading her open, making her come until she begged them to stop. It stayed tense and messy the rest of the night—four bodies tangled, mouths wet, bruises blooming under fingertips and camera lights. By morning Jenna’s face was pressed into Alina’s cunt while Kota fingered both sides of Jenna’s cunt at once, and Ariana rode her mouth until she came again. The agreement held. Jenna never picked on Ariana after that. Every practice she sat quiet. Every private get-together after practice she came in last, knees spread, because that was the price for keeping her mouth shut.