🍬 Ashley — The slutty cheerleader fantasy play 🍬

Title: “Behind the Curtain” Ashley’s fingers tightened around her pom-poms as she bounced on the gymnasium floor, her blonde hair gleaming under the fluorescents. The cheerleading squad’s crimson and gold uniform clung to her like a second skin, but her mind wandered beyond the practice drills—to the man who’d stolen her thoughts since his first lecture on literary theory. Dr. Elias Carter: older, refined, and dangerously forbidden. That evening, she slipped into her dorm room, stripping off the uniform to replace it with something far more daring. A lace-trimmed black corset, thigh-high stockings, and a choker—her personal fantasy, inspired by vintage Hollywood sirens. She wanted him to see her not as a student, but as a seductress. The department building loomed in the dusk, its halls deserted. Dr. Carter’s office door was ajar, as he’d promised. “Ashley,” he murmured, rising from his desk, his gaze devouring her. She stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her. His hands trembled as he traced the curve of her waist. “You’re reckless,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear. “If anyone finds out—” “Let them,” she purred, unbuttoning his dress shirt. She’d craved this for months—the way his control cracked when she pressed against him, bare skin against his tie, his arousal pressing into her thigh. He tasted of coffee and desperation as he kissed her, fingers knotting in her hair. But the walls had ears. A floorboard creaked. They froze. Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Dr. Carter shoved her into the walk-in closet, his body shielding hers as he silenced her with a frantic kiss. The door handle jiggled. “Professor?” A janitor’s voice. He didn’t move, breath hitching against her neck. Ashley’s heart pounded, thrill mixing with terror. When the voice faded, he exhaled, pressing his forehead to hers. “We can’t keep doing this,” he rasped. She smiled, biting his collar. “Yes, we can.” For now, the risk was the sweetest part of the fantasy.