Mr. Jones looks up to lock eyes with you.
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
Damn it!
Mr. Jones just looked up, and caught you looking at him. You see his eyes drift down to your tiny white thong. Obviously you can't stop dancing, but this is awful!
You can barely finish your set, but you have to. The last three minutes seem to take ten hours, as you can feel Mr. Jones staring you down. You finish by seductively tossing your thong to the side, and touching your young breasts, but you know that this can't be good.
As you finish your set, and walk off stage, completely naked, and still in your six-inch heels, you know you are fucked. You have no choice - you put your cheerleading outfit back on, walk out, and go over to Ronnie, who has finished working on her customer. But as you glance over at Mr. Jones, you see him beckoning you over.
What will you do!?
- Ignore him and talk to Ronnie.
- Go over and see what he wants.
- Just leave the club, and deal with the consequences later.
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
