Dinah was furious and exhausted – she limped her way into the locker-room, struggling with the weight of the water bottles filled with sand Coach had been making them run with strapped to their bodies. Camila had managed to sneak away at the end of practice, leaving her to clear up alone. As she walked up to the lockers, she caught a glimpse of the back of the brunette cheerleader's head and opened her mouth to start yelling at her. Instead she froze and stood staring, mouth still open, scarcely able to believe her eyes.
Camila was panting and grunting, her spankies abandoned on the floor as her hand moved jerkily up and down the shaft of a... cock?! It just wasn't possible, how could she have a dick? And a big dick at that! (wait, where the hell had that thought come from?) How had she not noticed that her co-captain was packing some rather impressive equipment under her skirt all this time?! Dinah started to feel light-headed from shock and then she noticed what was in Camila's other hand – a copy of Cheer magazine, open on a page with a large photo of...the Cheerios. Their squad. It was the last straw. Dinah gasped loudly and all the bottles fell from her lifeless arms, landing on the floor with a loud clatter. Camila froze and then slowly lifted her head to lock eyes with a blushing, trembling Dinah.
Camila couldn't believe it. Of all the people to discover her biggest secret, it was Dinah. The person most likely to use this to destroy her. Camila felt the beginning of tears prick the corner of her eyes – it just wasn't fair! She was usually so careful, but being surrounded by incredibly hot cheerleaders for hours on end was more than she could bear, she'd just needed some relief before she went crazy and now her life was over. Dinah would make sure of that. She could see it now, the blonde gloating and tormenting her with the threat of revealing her secret. Or maybe she'd just be so disgusted that she'd tell everyone anyways. The sheer injustice of it suddenly morphed her fear and shame into white-hot rage. She noticed that the blonde's eyes were fixed on her still hard cock (after all, even thought the situation was humiliating, she did have the hottest cheerleader of them all standing right in front of her; staring at her dick) and before she knew it she was on her feet, pushing Dinah against the lockers.
Dinah thought that maybe she'd had a mini-stroke from shock. She didn't seem to be able to form a coherent thought – this was unbelievable blackmail material, she'd have complete control over Camila; but she couldn't seem to kick-start her brain into action. The next moment she was completely distracted by a horrifying discovery – she was...she was wet. No no no no no! No way was she...turned on...by the revelation that her frienemy was some sort of biological freak! Dinah was still feeling light-headed from shock and shame at her own arousal and thus didn't notice Camila's furious rush towards her until she felt the Latina's body hit her and send her crashing back into the lockers behind her. Before she could begin to process what was happening Camila had her pinned against the lockers and she found herself nose-to-nose with the brown-haired girl as she watched the fury boiling in her eyes.
"What the fuck, Hansen? You think you can just come in and stare at my cock?! I don't remember giving a little bitch like you permission to drool over my dick!"
Camila had worked herself up into a burning rage imagining the smirk on Dinah's face when she realized what golden blackmail material she had, what power had been handed to her. A small part of her brain frantically questioned what the hell she thought she was doing speaking to Dinah like that, that she was making an already really bad situation even worse but her reckless fury drowned that little voice of reason out. But as she glared angrily into Dinah's eyes, sneering as she snarled insults at her, she noticed something unexpected in the wide brown eyes staring back at her.
It wasn't a vicious look of victory or even anger at Camila's behavior – Dinah's pupils were dilated with...arousal? A shark-like grin spread slowly across the Latina's face – maybe her life wasn't ruined after all. If she wasn't mistaken, it looked like she could get some and get even in one fell swoop.
