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Cheerleader's Torment VI (teens, orgy)
by James Dawson









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Chapter Six


	Kate felt as if everyone in the entire diner stopped and stared 
the moment she walked out. It was like time suspended. The five or six 
men seated that the counter literally stopped and stared. Their jaws 
stopped chewing.

	She could just imagine what they were thinking.
	She could feel the tightness of her top, pulling around her neck, 
mashing her boobs. She'd seen it in the mirror. It made her breasts 
look big and fat, bulging out of all sides. It was gross.
	 This coupled with her bright red mouth, made her look like 
cheap. She stared at the floor as Mike led her by the hand back to the 
table. He motioned her inside, and she silently slid in down the bench 
seat.
	"Wow, what a difference," said Jack.
	She stared at the burger sitting in front of her.
	She could feel the eyes on her bulging breasts. She struggled not 
to cover them with her hands.
	Why was this happening to her? 
	"Come on, eat up, Kate," said Mike.
	"I..I'm not very hungry," she replied.
	She looked at Ken and Jack. They were busy eating, chewing, like 
animals. But they still just stared at her as though it were her that 
they were eating. She quickly looked back down.
	"You have to eat your burger, Kate," said Mike. He smiled, "or 
you will have to be punished."
	She heard the guys giggling.
	Kate suddenly felt the tears well up, and she began to cry. This 
was the most horrible situation she could imagine. Here she was, 
sitting in a crappy roadside diner practically naked, her breasts 
almost totally visible t
o anyone who wanted to look. 	She was on display, like an animal in 
the zoo. 
	A sob escaped her brightly painted mouth as she remembered having 
to jump up and down in front of that disgusting man in the Men's room.
	She was so degraded.
	"Knock it off, Kate," said Mike, obviously growing weary of her 
tears. He handed her a napkin, "or I'll give you something to cry 
about."
	And being treated like a five-year old made it even worse.
	She stopped crying and dabbed at her eyes with the napkin.
	"Sure is a good thing we got waterproof make-up."
	The guys laughed.
	She looked down at the burger and picked it up.
	She started eating.
	"Atta girl," said Mike.

	Their waitress came back to the table. She looked at Kate with 
thinly veiled disgust.
	"You sure you're warm enough there Miss?" she asked 
sarcastically.
	"She's just fine, thank you." said Mike.
	"Well, will there be anything else?" she asked. "I'm off now."
	"Some more ice water, please." asked Mike.
	"Sure thing," she said.
	She returned back with a pitcher and started filling up the 
glasses.
	"Can you just leave it?" asked Mike.
	"Sure," she replied.
	"You can pay Auggie," she said, realizing they weren't in a rush 
to settle the bill.
	"Sure thing," said Mike.
	The disgruntled waitress sauntered off, clearly not happy. She 
pulled a coat from the coat rack near the door and left.
	After a few minutes, Kate saw the trucker walk past their table 
and go back to his seat at the counter. She could feel him stare. She 
thought about what he'd seen. She felt sick again.
	She noticed him lean over and start talking to the other men. One 
by one, she could see out of the corner of her eye, the men take turns 
looking over at her. She tried to concentrate on her food.
	The guys at her table went on talking again, and she hardly heard 
a word they said. She just tried to eat.
	After a moment, she saw the trucker from the Men's room get up 
and approach them.
	Her stomach tightened.
	"Say," he said to Mike. He motioned back to the other men at the 
counter.
	"I wuz just telling the guys about, about...and...well,, they 
don't believe me."
	Mike looked up at him impassively, drawing on the straw in the 
milkshake. He turned and looked at Kate.
	Kate could feel the butterflies in her stomach.
	"Well," Mike replied, smiling back at him. "I wouldn't believe 
you either."
	They all laughed.
	The trucker smiled back, showing his rotten teeth. 
	"I tell you what," he continued, "Bernice and the family that was 
here hit the road, and it just us friends. Now my buddies here've each 
got fifteen bucks for a look like I got."
	Mike looked at him for a moment, and then turned to look at Kate.
	She felt the adrenalin. 
	They were talking about HER! Mike and this man were talking about 
her like she wasn't even there.
	"That's almost a hundred bucks towards our trip," said Mike.
	She didn't respond.
	"Please...don't..." she finally whispered. She stared at the 
table top. She couldn't look up.
	"You wouldn't mind helping for the good of our trip would you 
Kate?" Mike asked.
	"Please...No...."
	There was a moment of silence.	
	They all looked at her. She felt as if the world was swirling 
around her. She stared at the table top. 
	"Kate here is kinda shy," said Mike, "but I know she wouldn't 
want to disappoint us." He looked over at her.
	She didn't move.
	" I think," he continued, "that what she means here is that she 
would rather have ME pull her titties out."
	The guys all laughed.
	"NOOOOO...that's, not..." her words were drowned out.
	The trucker motioned to his friends, who quickly gathered around 
the booth. They moved faster than if someone had dropped a grenade.
	"Jim," the trucker said to one of them, "go and get Auggie, will 
ya'."
	"Oh, my God..." Kate looked at Mike, her eyes welling up with 
tears. 	"Please, no..." It was all she could say.
	"We gotta help you with this shyness," he replied with a smile. 
"It's no big thing."
	Kate could hardly breathe she was suddenly so nervous. The men 
were all gross, all looked like slobs to her. They stared at her, 
almost literally drooling. The only thing she noticed about one of them 
was a huge Adam's a
pple that stuck out from his neck. Hair grew around it, like he's given 
up trying to shave around it.
	They were all so gross.
	The one called Jim came back, followed by a huge, fat, greasy 
looking man in his late fifties. He had on a filthy T-shirt with a "V" 
neck that showed wads of back and grey hair on his chest. He had an 
even dirtier apron 
wrapped around his girth. He took one look at Kate and licked his lips.
	"Jez a minute," he said, quickly moving down the length of the 
counter, like he had a winning lottery ticket, "lemme lock the front 
door." 
	Mike got out from the booth.
	"Step back guys," he said, waving his hands, "let's give her some 
room."
	Tom, Jack and Ken all slid out of the booth and with the men 
formed a loose semi-circle.
	Mike reached his hand out for Kate.
	She sat there, visibly paralyzed. 
	"Auggie," said Mike to the greasy cook as he approached them, "do 
you have a plastic spatchula?"
	"Uh, yeah..." the owner replied, perplexed.
	"Would you mind getting it for me?" asked Mike. He turned to face 
Kate sitting in the booth. "You see sometimes Kate here needs a little 
discipline..."
	"HHOOOOOOOOOO," a chorus of the guys. Auggie hurriedly ran back 
to the kitchen.
	Kate looked up suddenly as though she'd been slapped. Oh, please, 
not again, she thought. She began to feel lightheaded.
	Mile reached his hand out to her again.
	She didn't have to hear it twice.
	She reached out for his hand. He pulled her out of the booth.
	As she stood up, Kate looked even more statuesque, and her big, 
jutting breasts appeared to be straining even harder against the bikini 
top.
	There was a murmur of appreciation.
	Standing up made her even dizzier.
	Auggie returned with a blue plastic spatula. There were two rows 
of large holes cut into the flat blade part. The front edge and one of 
the sides was blackened and warped from use. 
	Kate stared at it.
	Mike took it and set it down. He sat himself up on the edge of 
the table they'd been sitting at, facing the counter, and the men. He 
reached out and took Kate's arm and pulled her to him. He turned her 
around so that her
 back was in front of him, and so that she too was facing the guys with 
her bottom pressed against the edge of the table between his legs. His 
thighs straddled her hips.
	Mike reached behind him and took the ketchup bottle from the 
table, and reached around the front of her body. He placed the bottom 
of it against the front of her jeans. It stuck out like an erect penis.
	"WHOOOOOAAAAA" cried out several of the men. They laughed.
	"Now, here Kate," said Mike, "I want you to hold this here, just 
like this with your left hand."
	Kate looked down at the rude image. She couldn't look up, she 
couldn't face the men she could feel staring at her. The front door was 
locked, and she really was trapped. Once again, she thought that the 
best way out of t
his was to do what Mike said.
	Slowly, she wrapped her left hand around the bottom of the 
bottle.
	"And with THIS hand," said Mike. He guided her right hand around 
the top of the bottle and forced it to close around the top just under 
the cap. He began stroking her hand up and down its length.
	She tried to pull her hand away, but Mike held it tight, keeping 
the motion going.
	"YEAAAAH" cried the men. They made whooping sounds.
	"Now you've got to keep this going, nice and steady," he told the 
humiliated girl, "no matter what happens...or there'll be punishment."
	She felt Mike's thighs pull tight on her hips, making her feel 
even more trapped. This was so degrading, even worse than being in the 
Men's room. 
	She looked down at the ketchup bottle sticking out from her 
crotch. Tears welled up and spilled out down her face.
	Mike continued to work her right hand up and down the bottle 
until he had established a good rhythm 
	"Now, you gotta keep this going, just like this," he said, as he 
let go and pulled his hands away.
	Kate closed her eyes as she felt him rest his chin on her right 
shoulder. She could feel his breath on her chest.
	"Keep it going nice and steady," he said.
	She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the motion, tried 
to block out everything else.
	She felt Mike's hands on her shoulders. They slowly slid down her 
upper arms. He gently began rubbing them up and down, getting into the 
same rhythm.
	He worked them up and down.
	His hands slid farther down and went to her elbows, and he began 
pushing them in, pushing her breasts together. They began to bulge out 
in the middle of her chest.
	She heard the men make cat-calls.
	She struggled to keep her rhythm going on the ketchup bottle as 
Mike manipulated her arms back and forth like an accordion. Squeezing 
her breasts together.
	"Awe, come on," said one male voice, "let's see those FUCKING 
TITS."
	She shuttered.
	"Keep it going nice and steady now," he said, as he relaxed her 
arms.
	She felt his hands go back to her shoulders. 
	They rested there for a moment.
	Slowly, his fingers began moving down the line of the straps that 
ran over her shoulders. She felt them trace over each shoulder and 
slowly begin following the straps down across her chest. The fingertips 
began moving th
eir way under the material as they went down.
	Her breathing became tight and fast.
	She felt a tingle go down her spine as his fingers moved farther 
down the straps over her breasts, slightly pulling away the top.
	Her hand worked the ketchup bottle, back and forth.
	"Come OOOOOOON"  A man's voice.
	Kate kept her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to look.
	She felt his fingers continue to move against her skin
	She felt the material being lifted up, slowly, away from her 
breasts towards either side.
	She waited for the feel of his entire hand
	"Now pull your shoulders back," Mike said in her ear.
	She bit down on her lower lip.
	She took a deep breath, and did as he said, making her boobs rise 
up.
	She tried to keep concentrating on the rhythm, working her right 
hand up and down the ketchup bottle.
	"AAAAWWWWW MAAAAN."
	She could feel the men staring lustily, waiting for her breasts 
to be bared. This was too horrible to believe.
	She flinched. 
	She suddenly felt Mike's tongue lightly touch the right side of 
her neck. A tingling spread across her body. The point of his tongue 
moved up her neck towards her ear.
	It was dizzying.
	Then with one sudden tug, the bikini top was pulled to either 
side, and Kate's big breasts sprang out.
	WHHHOOOOOOAAA!!! The men all cheered.
	She let out a whimper of shame.
	"OH, my GOD, look at those TITS."
	"FUUUUUUCK."
	She tried to ignore the crude comments.
	She felt Mike's hands move underneath her bared breasts. He 
cupped them in his hands and lifted them up, bunching them up on her 
chest.
	She kept her eyes shut and concentrated on the ketchup bottle, 
keeping the stroking motion.
	Mike began to knead the big mounds.
	"AW, CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSTT"
	Whoops of delight came the men.
	"I'd sure LOVE to run my prick between THOSE fucking melons," 
said one of them.
	Kate almost choked. The thought of her breasts being used in such 
a disgusting and unnatural way by one of these greasy horrible men made 
her want to be sick. She began to feel panicky. What if Mike let him?
	Mike began to run his fingers in a circular motion. He started to 
caress her nipples, tugging them outward.
	"Let's get this things to stand out," he said.
	The tingling feeling coming from nipples mixed with the fear and 
humiliation to create a swirl of emotion in Kate. She felt waves of 
dizziness.
	He rolled the big nipples in his fingers.
	"Come on, Kate," he said, "let's make 'em hard."
	"Let me LICK ‘EM" offered one of the men.
	Kate shuddered. She felt Mike's hands pull away.
	"Come on, make them stick out," he commanded.
	She became a mass of confusion and fear and shame, and tried to 
keep her mind on the ketchup bottle.
	The sudden splash of cold water made her cry out. Her mouth and 
eyes popped open at the shock, and she dropped the bottle to the floor. 
Mike had taken one of the glasses of ice water from the table behind 
him and poured 
it down her front.
	"AWWWWWWW" came a loud groan from the guys.
	She instantly reached up to cover herself.
	Now that her eyes were open again, she suddenly noticed that Jack 
had climbed up onto the counter to get a better view, and had the small 
palm-sized video camera in his hand.
	He'd caught the whole horrible episode.
	She cried out in shame.
	A wild cheer went up and the men saw that she had seen Jack.
	"Hey, I want a copy of that tape," said one of the men.
	"Fuckin' A-Yeah" the others agreed.
	She let out a moan of despair, and her hands came up and covered 
her face. She began to cry into her hands.
	"Oh God, PLEASE...please stop..."
	"Hey, she dropped the bottle." said a male voice.
	"DIIIIISapline" said another.
	Mike pulled her hands back down, once again exposing her dripping 
breasts to the lusty eyes of the assembled group. They were covered in 
delicate goose bumps.
	"We want see," he said, "shoulders back, now."
	Beads of cold water continued to drip down her chest, and down 
the creamy light brown skin of her magnificent breasts. The cold water 
had indeed made the nipples tight and hard.
	Mike reached up and took hold of her shoulders and pulled them 
back, forcing her tits to stick out.
	She fought back the urge to raise her arms back up. Tears dripped 
down her face.
	"Kate," said Mike, "you just have not followed instructions 
here."
	She suddenly realized what that meant.
	Another spanking.
	Here. In this greasy diner.
	In front of these horrible men.
	"NOOOOOOO," She tried to squirm loose, but Mike held her tight.
	He gave her whole body a shake.
	She stopped struggling.
	"Now," he said directly into her ear, just above a whisper, 
"you've got two choices." He pulled her tight.
	The men all watched Mike talk to her.
	"Once again, you can either do as I tell you," he told her, "or 
we're gonna have the whole gang in on it..."
	"No, please...please don't....don't DO THIS..." she tried to turn 
around to face him.
	He held her fast, and continued talking so that only she could 
hear.
	"And if the whole gang gets in on taking your pants down, and 
holding you down, well, then things are going to get outta hand 
here..."
	"Oh, GOD...No..."
	She was terrified, suddenly more scared than she had ever dreamed 
possible. The thought of these greasy, horrible men holding her down 
and...
	"What's it gonna be?"
	She was speechless. Stricken with fear.
	"What's it gonna be, Kate?"
	"God, please DON'T...please don't let them..."
	"Kate, you are just going to have to learn to follow 
instructions, or this is going to be a very difficult weekend for you."
	She was numb.
	"I think I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson here."
	Tears welled up in her beautiful big brown eyes.
	"Now, remember," he said, "the minute you don't do exactly, and I 
mean EXACTLY as I tell you, then I'm going to let the guys here take 
over."
	He pushed her forward and scooted off the table.
	She found herself standing just a few feet away from the leering 
men, with her breasts sticking rudely from her top, and realized how 
much safer she had just felt a moment ago. She stared at the floor.
	"You sure got nice tits honey," said one of them.
	Mike moved to the next booth and pushed away the silverware and 
napkins. He picked up the spatula.
	"WHOAAAA" a chorus from the men, who scrambled to get new vantage 
points. Three of them sat on the stools on the counter facing the 
table.
	"You guys," he pointed to Ken and Tom, "come slid in here." He 
motioned each one to one of the bench seats facing each other across 
the table.
	"Okay, Kate, over here."
	Slowly, with her big breasts hanging lewdly from her mauled 
bikini-top, she walked on shaky legs to the edge of the table.
	There was nothing she could do.
	Nothing except what Mike said.
	"Now turn around."
	She slowly turned around so that her back was to the men. Her 
long dark hair hung down near the line the strap of her top made around 
her back. The men all gazed at the smooth light brown skin. 
	In front of her, staring at her bared breasts were Tom and Ken 
sitting on either side at the other end of the Formica covered 
tabletop. Tom smiled at her.
	"I can't wait to see that ass," said Auggie behind her.
	"You can have her ass," said another, "I want feel my dick 
between those big tits."
	The men had gone a bit quiet while Mike had been talking to her, 
waiting to see what was going to happen. Now they spoke up again.
	Kate tried to blot out the rude comments, and closed her eyes 
again.
	She just wanted this nightmare to be over.
	"Okay, Kate," said Mike, "take your pants down."
	She took a deep breath.
	Once again, she reached up. Her numb fingers worked the metal 
button through the hole in her jeans.
	She grasped the zipper and slowly lowered it down.

	From behind, the men could see the waist of her jeans go slack.
	"YEAAAAAAH."
	She worked her thumbs into the top of the jeans and carefully 
started to lower them. She pulled the material away from her hips, 
careful not to catch her panties as well. She slowly pulled them down.
	"WHEEEEEEEW!!!"
	Slowly her white panties were exposed.
	Then, inch by inch, her scrumptious round ass came into the men's 
view. 
	She lowered her jeans over the ripe cheeks to the tops of her 
thighs, presenting a stunning firm, round bottom covered by white 
panties, which were bunched up between her cheeks.
	"HUH, HUH, HUH," the men chanted.
	She waited her next instruction.
	"A little lower," said Mike.
	She moved them down a couple of inches, past the widest part of 
her hips.
	"Lower,"
	Another few inches.
	"Take a couple of steps back, toward us," Mike commanded.
	Slowly she moved away from the table.
 	She waited.
	"Take them off."
	She was startled. 
	That would leave her almost totally naked.
	She couldn't argue.	
	"Lean forward, Kate, and push them all the way down your legs 
without bending your knees."
	She began to do as he said and lower the jeans down her tapering 
brown thighs, bending at the waist. The motion rounded her ass, making 
it stick out in front of the men.
	"OH, YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!" she heard.
	"Stick it OUT,"
	Her breasts hung pendulously as she bent over.
	Auggie leaned forward in his seat towards her bottom, staring at 
it. It took all of his self control not to reach out and grab it. 
	She pushed the jeans all the way down her long slim legs.
	"Okay," said Mike, "now step out of them without standing back 
up."
	She lifted one leg at a time, jiggling her breasts and spreading 
her bottom cheeks in her panties, and managed to pull both of her bare 
feet free.
	"Stand back up."
	She raised herself back upright.
	Mike walked up, and stood on her left side.
	He looked down at her for a moment, standing there in just her 
panties and mauled bikini top.
	"Go back to the table."
	She took the couple of steps necessary to reach the edge of the 
table. The front of her thighs leaned against the edge. She looked at 
Ken and Tom sitting in front of her and noticed they were both staring 
at the front of
 her panties.
	She was totally helpless. There was nothing she could do.
	She stood with her long legs bare all the way up from her 
delicate ankles,  up to her bottom shaped like an upside-down heart.
	"Now," said Mike's voice behind her, "reach back behind you and 
grab your panties."
	Her hands reached around and grasped the top of the material, 
just above each bottom cheek.
	"Now pull them up."
	She began to pull the material upwards, arching her back and 
slowly exposing her cheeks as the material reluctantly pulled away. The 
faint imprint of where the panties had been was visible, an indentation 
in the smooth s
kin.
	"Higher."
	She pulled the material taught, pulling much of it into the 
crack.
	"HUH, HUH, HUH..."
	"Now lean forward."
	Slowly she leaned her upper body forward, leaning on the table 
edge with the front of her thighs. Once again her breasts hung freely 
from the bikini top. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ken 
staring at them.
	"Keep your legs straight and lean all the way over."
	The height of the table was such that in order to make contact 
with it, her shoulders had to be lower than her hips, making her ass 
the highest point on her body. She pulled her ankles and knees tightly 
together and bent
 forward, making her panties ride up even higher. Her full ass cheeks 
rounded in front of the appreciative eyes.
	"Now," said Mike from behind her, "give your hands to Ken and 
Tom." 
	She became frightened again. She looked up at them fearfully. Tom 
smiled again. Ken didn't. He just stared silently. She let go of her 
panties which snapped back down, though most of them remained wedged in 
her bottom.
	She slowly reached her hands out in front to her. 
	The contact with the guys made her shudder. Their hands felt 
clammy.
	"Okay," said Mike, "pull her as far forward as you can without 
pulling her off her feet."
	They each grabbed her around one of her wrists with both hands 
and pulled her forward. As they straightened her arms out, her breasts 
mashed against the table top.
	With her arms being held down, she felt so vulnerable.
	She could feel her bottom sticking up in the air. 
	Mike picked up the spatula and whipped it through the air.
	"WHOOOOOAAAA" a cheer went up from the men.
	He walked up to Kate's waiting ass. He gripped her panties in the 
middle just above her bottom and pulled up on them, once again forcing 
the material into the crease between her cheeks.
	"YEEEAHHH."
	He laid the spatula against her right cheek and pressed it 
against her skin. Small bulges appeared in the holes cut in the 
plastic. He lifted it away and inspected the imprint.
	Mike got down on one knee, with his face just inches from her 
left cheek.
	He just looked for a moment.
	"Come ONNNNN," said Auggie, "let's see that ASS!"
	Mike didn't respond. Instead he took the corner of the spatula 
and touched Kate's leg with it, just behind her left knee. The knee 
flinched forward. He slowly traced a line up the back of her thigh, 
rising up himself as 
he did. Then he moved it into the line between her legs, a line she was 
tightly holding together. 
	Kate squinted her eyes shut at she felt the utensil on her skin. 
The teasing gave her a tingling feeling. She tried to brace herself.
	Mike reached out and grasped the top of her panties.
	He slowly pulled them down over her ripe ass.
	Kate let out a moan of shame.
	Now her bottom was totally exposed.
	He pulled them down to the top of her thighs, exposing both 
luscious cheeks and the dark line that ran between them that turned 
into a gentle "Y" at the top.
	Mike grabbed her right cheek in his hand.
	He squeezed it, causing her flesh the bulge between his fingers.
	"Lemme' see her ASSHOLE," said Auggie suddenly
	Both Tom and Ken felt her try to pull her arms free. They held 
them fast as she squirmed on the table top.  The men watched her ass 
wiggle around.
	"SPLAT," Mike brought the spatula down.
	"SPLAT," instantly again on the other side.
	"AHHHHHH" Kate cried out in pain. The burning was much worse than 
before. She burst into fresh tears.
	Ken and Tom held her hands tightly.
	The watched her lovely face as the tears rolled down.
	Her bottom was suddenly much redder than it had been.
	Mike reached down and rubbed both cheeks.
	She held her knees tightly together.
	"SPLAT," a little lower this time.
	"SPLAT," on the other side.
	"AHHHHHHHH," she cried out again.
	Mike rubbed her bottom with his hands again.
	Auggie and the other men stared.
	Kate sobbed.
	Her bottom was on fire.
	Mike continued to rub the red cheeks.
	"Now, Kate," he said, "I want you to stay perfectly still."
	She gave no reaction.
	"Ready, Auggie?" asked Mike.
	The greasy restauranteur's face was bright pink.
	Mike slipped his fingers into the crack of Kate's bottom and 
pulled her asscheeks apart, giving the men a clear view of her anus.
	She cried out in shame and humiliation.
	How could anyone be so disgusting? She asked herself over and 
over. How could anyone even think of such a depraved thing.
	Her bottom buzzed with warm pain.
	Mike released her asscheeks and stepped back. The four red marks 
were clearly visible. He walked to the table they had all been in and 
picked up the pitcher of ice water the waitress had left them. Ice was 
still floating
 in it.
	"Kate here has got a long weekend ahead of her," he said, "so we 
better cool things off a bit."
	The men all smiled, seeing what he was going to do.
	Mike walked back over to the bent over girl, and stood just over 
her red bottom. He pushed his hip against hers and reached around and 
grabbed her other side, holding her firmly.
	He tipped to the pitcher, and a stream of water came down and 
made contact with Kate's lower back.
	"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she cried out in shock. Her body 
lurched forward onto to the table as both of her feet left to the 
floor. She pulled against Ken and Tom. 
	Mike let to the water run down over her reddened bottom. It make 
tickles down off of to the round cheeks. Streams poured down her legs 
and ran into her panties.
	Her legs kicked in to the air.
	She gasped at to the cold.
	He stopped for a moment and rubbed her cheeks.
	He pointed to the pitcher into her panties and poured water onto 
them. To the cold water spilled out of to the crotch band and ran over 
down her thighs.
	He set to the pitcher down on to the other table and reached down 
and grabbed them. He pulled her panties back up, pulled a puddle of 
cold water into contact with her crotch.
	She whimpered as to the cold, wet material made contact with her 
skin.
	Mike waited until she was still again and motioned to Tom and 
Ken, who let go of to the distraught girl. Mike pulled her to her feet.
	Kate stood in total humiliation.
	She covered her big breasts with her arms.
	Water dripped down her legs from her sopping wet panties which 
were pulled tightly back into place.
	To the men, who had been almost spellbound, came to life again. 
They cheered and gave each other high fives.
	Mike handed Kate her jeans.
	"Here, you can put these back on."
	She took to the jeans and held them in front of her.
	"You can have five minutes in to the Ladies Room."
	Kate quickly moved away from to the men and started towards to 
the restrooms.
	"But leave to the panties on."
	The men all laughed.
	Mike looked at his watch at to the sound of to the Ladies' Room 
door closing.
	"That was to the Goddamned hottest show I ever saw," said one of 
to the men.
	"And to the COLDEST," said another.
	They all laughed.
	"Yeah," replied Mike, "I went easy on her this time."
	He smiled at to the men.
	"Cause she's still got a coming up. She has to practice her 
cheers, cause she is going to be putting on a show tonight that she 
doesn't know about."
	"Whooooa," said one of to the men.

	"And tomorrow," Mike said.
	"Tomorrow, we're taking Kate to to the Mall."