Fund Raising
By: Isabella Reyes
April 2001


    Carmen Sanchez was a typical vision of beauty. Her Latina figure boasted 
an impressive 
34c-26-36 set of curves. Her height of 5-06 made her slightly taller than 
most of the other girls
on the cheerleading squad. Being the only Hispanic girl also made her easy to 
identify. Her jet
black hair encased her deep tanned skin. Her almond eyes made men melt when 
they looked at
her. She worked out regularly, and those workouts not only toned her body to 
near perfection, 
they earned her a spot on the varsity cheerleading squad. 

    The cheerleaders were doing a fundraiser to send the team to a state-wide 
competition. All
the girls were sent out to get donations. It was easy in the thriving 
business district of the city
they were in, and most of the houses were in an affluent neighborhood. Most 
of the businesses
had been approached when Carmen finally found the time to go out soliciting 
donations. The 
other cheerleaders all had impressive totals of donations so far, yet Carmen 
hadn't made a dime
yet. She started going to houses and occasionally got $10-$20 donations. She 
figured she'd 
never make what the other girls were making. She walked up to a large white 
and grey house 
and knocked on the door. She heard a person walking on the hardwood floors 
toward the front
door. The door opened. 

    "Hi. Can I help you?" the gentleman asked. His eyes worked their way up 
and down the 
cheerleading outfit clad woman standing at his door. His eyes finally met 
with hers. 

    "Hi. My name is Carmen Sanchez . I am a cheerleader at Central High. We 
are fundraising 
money to go to a state competition" she answered. 

    "Ok. What are you selling?" the gentleman asked. His eyes still scanning 
up and down the 
curvy Latina figure in front of him. 

    "Well... we aren't selling. It's basically tax-deductible donations. If 
you aren't interested, it's
ok." Carmen told him. 

    "I didn't say I wasn't interested. Would you come in to explain what this 
is all about?" the
gentleman asked her. "Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. My 
name is Dennis
Johnson. I am a doctor over at the hospital. Please... have a seat. Let me 
get a checkbook." He
turned and walked inside leaving Carmen at the open door. She tentatively 
walked inside and 
stood in the foyer of the house. The two-story entryway was accented by a 
huge chandelier. It
was the first house she had been in with one of them. She figured that this 
guy probably had 
some serious cash. Soon he returned with his checkbook in hand. "How much do 
you need?" 

    "Ummm. I don't know. Most people have been giving ten to twenty dollars, 
if that isn't out
of the question" she told him. 

    "That's not out of the question. What's your goal?" He replied.

    "Five hundred dollars." she said matter of factly. "I have only made 
about sixty dollars in
the past two days."

    "I'll make you a deal. I'll give you $500, but I have two simple 
requests. Interested?" he 
asked the cheerleader. 

    "Ummm. What are the requests?" Carmen asked back to him. 

    "First, I'd like you to do a cheer. I want to see if my money is going to 
a good cause. I can
put on music if that would help" Dennis told the young Latina. 

    Carmen agreed to the first request. Dennis put on some hip-hop music on 
the stereo and 
Carmen began to perform a routine. She was very good at cheerleading and 
Dennis admired the
way her ample tits bounced even while held firmly by her bra. Her legs were 
silky smooth and 
longer than he originally thought as she stepped and kicked during her 
routine. Dennis was
occasionally blessed by glimpses of her dark blue cheer panties under her 
pleated cheer skirt.
The song came to an end and Carmen slowly stopped bouncing. "Ok," she said, 
"what's the
second request?"

    "Well. I'd like to see you do another routine. But this time, I'd like 
you to keep your cheer 
outfit on, but do it without a bra on." Dennis told her, expecting a slap 
across the face and for
the police to be knocking on his door shortly after that. Carmen sat quiet 
for a minute. Then 
nodded at Dennis.

    "That's it? Yeah. I can do that. Can I take it off in the bathroom at 
least?" she asked. 

    "Of course. I am not some child molester or anything. I just think you 
have a great body 
and I'd like to see it shake a bit more." he told her. He told Carmen that 
the bathroom was the
first door on the right down the hall. He told her that while she was 
changing, he'd go to his
office and get his checkbook. She nodded and headed off to the bathroom as he 
headed to his 
office. She closed the door and faced the huge mirror over the sink. Dennis 
went to his office 
and opened a cabinet. Inside was a monitor. Picking up a remote control and 
pressing a couple
buttons, the screen flicked on to show the bathroom. He had installed a 
camera in the air vent
of the bathroom. He watched as the young beauty began to disrobe to fulfill 
the request.

    Carmen pulled her cheer sweater out of her skirt. She pulled it up over 
her shoulders, but
not over her head. Dennis could see her bra. Not the sexiest bra, more of a 
sports type bra, but
soon she pulled the straps of the black cotton bra down her arms and unhooked 
the back clasp.
She pulled it forward and Dennis caught a quick glimpse of her full young 
tits. They were big
and round and capped by dark nipples. When he looked closely, it was apparent 
that Carmen's
nipples were swollen and erect. She pulled her sweater back down and tucked 
it into her cheer
skirt. She folded the bra in her hand and opened the door to go back to the 
foyer. Dennis heard
her walking on the hardwood floor and quickly grabbed a checkbook. He ripped 
all the checks
out except the last one, then walked back to the foyer.      

    Carmen was there waiting for him. He asked if she was ready and she 
nodded she was. He
turned back on the radio and another hip hop song began to play. Carmen began 
to dance and
cheer to the music, making sure to shake a bit more. She felt her full 
breasts swaying under the
cheer sweater, and Dennis was obviously impressed with their motion. She 
could see the bulge
in the crotch of his slacks. As the song came to an end, Carmen tried to 
catch her breath and 
Dennis noticed that her hard nipples were visible poking the fabric of the 
cheer sweater. Dennis
thought about taking things to the next level and trying her out, but figured 
he be safe and see
if she'd come back voluntarily. Then he knew he'd have a better chance. 

    Dennis Johnson wrote out the check out for $500.00 and put her name 
instead of the high 
school. He handed it to Carmen and she noticed it was his last check in that 
particular book. 
Carmen looked at the amount as gasped in surprise. Then she noticed that he 
had made the 
check out to her. 

    "Ummm. It needs to be made out to the school, Mr. Johnson. Sorry." she 
told Dennis. She
went to hand the check back to him. He refused.

    "Oh. Well, you keep that one and I'll make another out to the school. Can 
you pick up the
other check tomorrow? I have to get another checkbook from my office." he 
advised her. 

    "Ummm. I guess. But why are you giving me a check?" she inquired.

    "I wrote it already. I am not cheap like my neighbors. Without sounding 
like a stuck-up 
asshole, I have more money than the rest of the block and only work to keep 
busy. I really don't
need $300,000 they pay me a year. I have inheritance." Dennis told Carmen. 
Carmen didn't know
what to say. "I'll write one for $500.00 for your school tomorrow. You can 
have that one for the 
great show you put on. Will you come back tomorrow and pick up the other 
check?"

    Carmen was still in shock at getting a $500.00 check from some guy for 
cheering without a 
bra on. She told him that she would return tomorrow at the same time. Dennis 
said that he was
eagerly awaiting her return and walked her to the door. On her way home, she 
could not believe
that she had made so much money for nothing. She knew she had to come back 
the next day!

**To be continued?**