We are on Kelly & Michael and the question hits.
"How did you guys get together?"
I smirked... a common question we get hit with all the time. I squeezed Nikki's hand and she took the lead.
"High school actually. I was a cheerleaders and part of the dance team as well... Eric had this little band that helped earn money for uniforms for us-"
I cut in, "What can I say... I've always loved the arts."
The audience chuckled and Nikki grinned and rolled her eyes, "Especially when it involved cheerleaders and tight uniforms."
The audience laughed again and I grinned and shrugged, "Let's just keep in mind you were one of those cheerleaders..."
Her eyes cut to mine with a smirk, "That's right... lucky for you." More chuckles.
Nikki shifted, "So he not only assisted with the uniform but also helped us with our act..."
I grinned and realized she still only knew so much of the whole story; staring at Kelly Ripa's legs, I let my mind slip back...
1993.
Newport, Rhode Island.
Rogers High School auditorium.
"Line up ladies!"
At best, the cheerleaders for Rogers were going to be a problem; limited talent, a lackluster routine and an overweight supervisor was pushing this squad quickly over the brink. While most of the girls were pleasant to look at, they bore an air of superiority and privelage that promptly dropped them overall into the toilet. Nikki and I had come up with an idea we had been working on for a month, of course what she didn't know was that I had started on it at the end of the summer. "Come ON," she yelled as the girls, in their tight black and red uniforms, with little pleated skirts meandered to their positions.
Nikki sighed, bending at the waist and scooping up a waistbin, moved along the line, "Gum... spit it out." They giggled and three spit out the gum as she moved along the line shaking her head, "Come on... have a little pride..."
"Why are we here on a Tuesday and why is he here," asked one of the Pollia twins, exasperated and clearly irritated, pointing at me. I saw Nikki's face tighten and knew she needed me to step out for a minute. I moved off for backstage as she began to tell the girls the bad news; it wasn't going to go well. These girls didn't like being judged, let alone told that half of them would be replaced. I pushed past the backdrop into wings, toward the waiting, nervous teenage girls.
I grinned as I perused them in their new uniforms, tightly stretched and newly designed. The design kept to the regulations but cut up and angled across all the right spots, accentuating the womanly curves they each possessed. These girls had little to no experience at cheering but had physical frames that far outstripped the usual, A-cup flat as a board body of a gymnast. These girls had come from the school dance program or our "advisor" had picked them. I moved over to her as she flipper through a clipboard.
It was strange seeing her during the day, as she was a stripper at night. At five six and one hundred and fifteen pounds she seemed almost meek standing there in her baby blue sweats and black leotard top. If you met her on the job, you never would have though that; after introducing herself as "Simone" at the Foxy Lady, she'd pulled me into the champagne room and fucked me stupid. She was the first girl I'd done anal with and the first girl to introduce me to cocaine, a drug which I would never try again. I don't enjoy feeling like my heart was going to explode.
I touched her lower back and leaned into her ear, "Are they ready?" She smirked devilishly and gave a slight nod, "I believe so Hun." I could hear Nikki moving toward the main point of the emergency meeting as I looked over to see one of the girls watching us as we talked; she was blushing as she watched my hand trace a circle on Simones hip. I winked at the girl who smiled shyly at me; she let out an audible squeek when she saw my hand slip down the back of Simones sweatpants. I chuckled as Simone continued to check her list and I cupped her ass, with the girl still watching.
At that point, I heard the very audible complaints on stage to Nikki's decision and Simone moved away, my hand slipping out of the pants waistband. She looked back at me with that smirk and gave a wink, "I'm on." I watched her go to Nikki's defense and then looked back at the girl who had been watching me. She sat quietly, careful to avoid my eyes and I smiled, looking at my watch; we have some time. I moved over to her side and knelt down next to her and whispered, "Hello.,"
She looked over at me, feigning surprise and still blushing, "Umm, hi."
I leaned in close and whispered, "You were watching me, weren't you?"