She used the mirror and stripper pole well; Rachel made mental notes of the OHOO’s and AHAA’s that she garnered from the audience. Rachel was beg...nning to feel the booze and the sexual tension in the room; her pussy was wet and her nipples were hard. Maybe, just maybe, she could do this. The last girl before her was the black Amazon dressed in a leopard skin two piece outfit. She strode onto the stage to a heavy jungle beat; immediately she owned the crowd. Her tits were real, her ass was. As I turned away they were alreadytalking in low voices. When I returned with two glasses she had a handon his thigh and was smiling at whatever he had just said. Then shebrought her face close to his and let him kiss her, though she did drawback before the contact could become passionate. Not knowing what elseto do, I set the glasses on the end table by her. She asked him to openthe wine and, because it was a screw-top, he could do it right there. Hehad purchased a chilled bottle so there. I turned my head, burying my nose in her hair and whispered, "Are you awake, Amie?" She nodded her head twice. My breathing began to feel kind of restricted."Um, do you want to do something or just lay here like this?" The logistics of 'doing something' on a bus full of passengers hadn't even begun to sink in. The honest truth was that I had never done anything with a girl other than kiss and grope which I had found singularly unsatisfying.She turned her head until our eyes met. "Let's just lay. She probably has a lot of stress to take out on you after all those yearsof constantly pestering the team. Of course we can't have you be a sissyall the time, because we'll need you to keep pretending to be a professorso that we can have our good grades."I gave her a confused look, and then it all made sense. I was always asissy cheerleader, and to help the team, I would pretend to be a man anda teacher so that I could give all my mistresses good grades. I'm so gladthat the soccer team takes.