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The cheerleaders looked less enthusiastic about Megan’s sudden decision, but her reputation was set — especially after the debacle with Kevin destroying the reputation of one of their numbers — so they just accepted. The one that dressed as the knight dragged a chair to the center of the room, and the one that was dressed as the bishop pushed me on the chair. 

And then, the last one, the cute half-Asian girl that was dressed as the pawn, pushed me down and sat on my lap without the slightest hesitance. 

Megan just pulled a chair and sat in front of me, playing the cool girlfriend with a permissive smile on her face. Of course, I could easily read that her satisfied expression was paper thin, barely hiding her growing anger, but unfortunately for her, she had no other option but to play along. 

When the alternative was being dumped by the new star of the team, she didn’t have many options. Still, she was lucky, as the current ploy worked well with our little photo adventure back on Monday, allowing her to lean even more into her new persona. 

Then, the queen turned on the music and the cute pawn started rocking her hips, pulling my attention away from Megan’s woes. She was the one who unilaterally decided to change our agreement, so she was the one that needed to find the optimal strategy for him. 

I wanted to focus on the cute pawn that was doing her best to wear out my pants out of existence as she rocked back and forth. 

“Damn, someone is happy to see me,” she exclaimed as she felt my presence under her — which was already in full mast thanks to the presence of the six girls doing their best to awaken me.

“Well, honey, you deserve it after working so hard to keep our team happy,” I said as I leaned back, allowing her to rock back and forth easily.  

Pity that we were still in a public location, as I would have loved to show how much I appreciated her efforts properly. 

Maybe for another victory. 

Then, she started rocking back and forth, and after throwing another glance at Megan — whose gaze could kill despite the smile on her face — I turned my attention back to the cutie. “So, is touching forbidden at this club.” 

“I don’t see a bouncer, do you?” she whispered as she grabbed my hands and brought them directly to her chest, allowing me to squeeze them. With her lingerie weak enough to be barely there, her tits might as well be naked under my touch. 

“Well, I can see one,” I said loudly, which earned six earnest laughs, and one perfunctory one that suggested I would pay for that joke. 

Yet, it was certainly worth it, even without the Intent that was flowing steadily as the rest of the party watched us through the window — albeit their view was limited due to the icy nature of the glass, only giving a blur of what was going on. 

I grinned as I pulled my hands away, a move that easily snapped off her fragile top, leaving her even more naked. “Sorry, it was an accident,” I said as I threw the top to the side. 

“I’m sure it was,” the cutie answered, but the sudden increase in her nudity didn’t hurt her pacing the slightest.  

Unfortunately, a song was too little to properly enjoy her presence. She looked like she wanted to stay. “The song is over,” Megan said, her voice chilly, which was enough to make her stand up — albeit slowly, leaning forward to highlight her small yet beautiful tits. 

“Pity, it would have been fun,” she whispered longingly, only to be pulled away. Interestingly, it wasn’t Megan that pulled away, but the ‘unlucky’ girl that struggled to hide her body with that poor excuse of a rook costume, wearing only her panties and two pieces of paper with drawn bricks. 

An exemplar sample of a Middle-Eastern beauty. 

"Oh shit," I muttered as the song changed, and instead of a club song, a rock song blasted in the room, showing she intended to finish what her friend started. 

She followed the aggressive rhythm of her song without skipping a beat as she leaned forward, her tits pressing against mine. Technically, our naked skin didn’t connect, but considering it was only a thin piece of paper that was between our bodies, it was hard to argue that it counted. 

I might not be a huge fan of stripping and lap dances — mostly due to their tendency to leave one hanging on the edge — it was hard to argue the combination of a rock song and a barely dressed olive-skinned beauty was an amazing achievement, especially since those pieces of paper that were supposed to protect her breasts slid away. 

“The castle has fallen,” I whispered as I used the opportunity to grab her breasts, which was an even better sensation than the earlier pawn, my fingers already around her nipples. 

Seduction Trait once again proved its usefulness as my fingers assaulted her breasts, allowing me to quickly identify her sensitive locations and make her moan beautifully as a result. Her back arched beautifully, giving me even better access to her breasts as I worked. 

Unfortunately, just like before, the song that was playing was not endless, and soon, it reached the end, signaling that it was time for her to stand up. 

She took a breath as she tried to recover after my short yet intense display of ability. When she recovered, she hugged me once more, and pressed her lips against my ear. “Damn, and here I was, hoping that little Asian girl was exaggerating about your size. Feel free to visit me whenever you got bored of that blonde bitch,” she whispered as she stood up, jumping softly on her feet to make her beautiful tits jiggle even more beautifully.

Megan threw her a glare, but unlike the previous girl, she matched that in an equal mood, showing she wasn’t as scared. 

However, before I could focus on that potential catfight, the next song started, and the Latino beauty, representing the knight, walked in front of me. She didn’t sit down, but swayed in front of me slowly. The reason was not hard to guess, as a chainmail bikini looked spectacular, but it was hardly the most comfortable thing moving around. 

Yet, while she might hate the restriction, it was hard to say she didn’t look gorgeous. The glistening metal was still thin enough to cling to her body beautifully, enhancing her seductive spins to a new level. And, she was clearly a better dancer than her friends, her moves contouring her body in interesting manners. 

Yet, as she reached halfway to the song, it was clear that she didn’t appreciate the restriction of her underwear, and she showed that rather directly. She spun twice more before she pushed down her panties without a warning, revealing her glistening core. 

Megan coughed pointedly, but my beautiful knight didn’t give Megan the attention she tried to command, busy splitting her legs to show off her flexibility to the limit, a move that fell right between athletic achievement and immense eroticism,. 

I was torn between continuing to watch her amazing dance show and grabbing and pulling her on my lap to leverage her current half-naked state in a more interesting manner, when she stood in front of me, she back turned against me, as she started to lean back more and more. 

Until her hands landed on the floor, showing the impressive extent of her flexibility. 

“It looks uncomfortable, let me help,” I said as I leaned forward, and, a quick fiddling later, pulled her chainmail top free, leaving her completely naked. 

“Thanks, you’re my hero,” she whispered seductively as she walked around me and stood behind me. She leaned forward, and warmth enveloped my neck, the source impossible to be mistaken. 

Her hands landed on my body, slipping under my shirt, dancing along the lines of my muscles — ones that got noticeably sharper after the recent strength boost, but, thankfully, not enough to ship me to a lab. “Damn, that bitch is really lucky to move on as soon as you joined the team,” she whispered, echoing the words of her friends. 

One that was too similar to the statements of the others to avoid my notice, making me wonder whether the show was something Thad arranged, or the cheerleaders let him think that to seduce me. 

Not because of a sudden grand attraction, but because it was shameful for the cheerleaders not to have the newest star player on the team. 

I barely held back a chuckle as the hands of the Latino beauty moved even lower, caressing along my length, amused just how far they were willing to go for their ephemeral understanding of the status and other expectations as well. 

Luckily, I was decent enough looking with assets to match — not to mention sufficiently sharp eyes to see through their attempts of acting — so while their intent was not pure, their attraction was certainly genuine. 

Thankfully, I thought as another song came to an end and the Latino beauty walked away in a naked strut, joining her other two half-naked friends. 

It would have certainly damaged my little fragile ego otherwise.