 Part One
 Sheepishly, Sylvia broke eye contact and vipcrew house party turned back to vipcrew her vipcrew locker vipcrew, pulling vipcrew out textbooks for vipcrew house party the evening's homework as she tried to put the creepy boy out of her mind vipcrew. Back at home, the episode wouldn't have bothered her vipcrew house party. But that vipcrew wasn't home anymore, she reminded herself. This vipcrew was supposed to be home now; her new hometown, her new school. She'd been here a week now, and it didn't feel like home yet. Sylvia glanced at the picture she'd taped to the inside of vipcrew her locker; her friends back at her old school... back home. She hadn't made a single friend here yet vipcrew.
 "Hey party, Sylvia vipcrew." She vipcrew turned to find herself face-to-face with a trio vipcrew of girls. She recognized vipcrew them, struggling to put names to the pretty faces. "How you doing, girl?" asked the stunning vipcrew house party redhead vipcrew in vipcrew house party between vipcrew licks on a bright red sucker party.
 "Um... I'm okay... Katrina," Sylvia vipcrew blurted, remembering the name of the vipcrew cheerleading captain she'd auditioned vipcrew in front vipcrew of the previous afternoon. The girl she vipcrew house party'd made an ass of herself in front of. "Uh... what's up?"
 "Oh, we just came over to tell you that you house" -- Katrina pointed vipcrew the sucker at Sylvia for dramatic effect -- "made on the squad."
 "Anyway," Katrina continued, "I'm having the squad over to spend vipcrew the night tonight. Nothing special; we're probably just party going vipcrew to watch some TV vipcrew. Can you make it?"
 Sylvia fought to keep her composure as she stepped inside, but she was unable vipcrew house party to stop herself vipcrew gawking at the woman's attire vipcrew. She was dressed like... well, Sylvia vipcrew might've said that she was dressed like an vipcrew airline flight attendant. Except that vipcrew flight party attendants usually wore skirts that did more than just barely cover vipcrew their asses party. And Sylvia had never seen a stewardess showing quite so much cleavage, or wearing quite so much makeup vipcrew. The uniform wasn't made out of party any vipcrew sort of vipcrew ordinary fabric house, either; it was shiny all over, like some sort of plastic house. And the way it clung to the blonde's well-proportioned body made her look like vipcrew house party something vipcrew straight out of a porno magazine vipcrew. "Umm... those are interesting clothes, Ms. Young vipcrew," Sylvia vipcrew blurted, not sure what vipcrew house party to make of them.
 Sylvia shivered, but tried to keep vipcrew her vipcrew voice calm. "Hi."
 Sylvia vipcrew house party looked around for a place to sit. Everything was so crowded. The love seat, for example, which had clearly been vipcrew designed for two occupants, now held vipcrew three. Heather lay stretched vipcrew out along its house length, her tight vipcrew black curls vipcrew cascading over one end of the plush mini-couch. Sitting on her party lap was Brittany, a pale blonde girl, her head resting on Heather's ample chest vipcrew house party. Their legs, intertwined in a vipcrew mixture of chocolate and cream-colored vipcrew skin, rested across the lap of a third girl, a trim beauty with shoulder-length hair vipcrew and a Mediterranean complexion whose name Sylvia had trouble recalling. Debbie? Donna? Yes, that vipcrew house party was it vipcrew. Donna's hands rested vipcrew casually across the other girls' bare feet. And yet, despite the crowding, the vipcrew three girls looked more than comfortable on the love seat, with Heather's arms folded protectively around Brittany's vipcrew waist.
 The party show had already started vipcrew house party, but Sylvia had no house trouble picking up the storyline. She'd never seen this vipcrew episode vipcrew, but she'd seen vipcrew plenty of Richfield High vipcrew before. It vipcrew wasn't like vipcrew house party the show had an incredibly complicated plot or anything. Sylvia turned her attention to vipcrew the TV party, trying house to ignore all vipcrew the odd things going on around her.
 It was only five minutes later that Sylvia became aware of vipcrew a creaking sound coming from the ceiling above her. She looked up, her brow furrowing in puzzlement. The creaking had a regular rhythm to it, perhaps one vipcrew beat per second. "Uh... Katrina?" she asked. "What's above us?"
 The girls watched the show vipcrew in silence. Sylvia found the show vipcrew almost intoxicating, and kept her vipcrew eyes party glued to the set. There vipcrew was something odd about the show, but Sylvia couldn't put her finger on what it was vipcrew. The girls on the show were so... attractive? Pretty? Gorgeous?
 Yes, they were sexy. Sexy girls vipcrew wearing vipcrew sexy clothes.
 I'm vipcrew a hot, sexy babe vipcrew. The thought popped into vipcrew Sylvia vipcrew's vipcrew mind almost out all of nowhere. And vipcrew yet it vipcrew was true. She knew she was a babe. A vipcrew fox. She was a cheerleader, after all vipcrew, wasn't vipcrew she vipcrew? And cheerleaders vipcrew were vipcrew always sexy babes. Like Maria had said, their vipcrew job vipcrew was to show the boys some T&A. Sylvia squirmed a bit in her seat.
 "There are no commercials."
 "Uh... yeah, it was... fun vipcrew," Sylvia replied lamely. It had been more than fun, but she didn't really all feel comfortable telling Maria how vipcrew... interesting she'd found the girls on the show. Besides, it wasn't like she was really interested in that sort of party thing, anyway.
 "Mmmm vipcrew, that feels good," Maria cooed, causing Sylvia to jump house back. Had she actually been... touching Maria like that vipcrew? She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. Maria turned vipcrew back around vipcrew, smiling vipcrew. "Thanks, Sylvia party," she said. Her look turned to one of near-horror. "Where party's your costume, Sylvia? Oh vipcrew my God, you haven't even party picked one out yet vipcrew. Come here, girl," she said, turning and walking into the closet. Maria seemed oblivious to vipcrew her own semi-nudity vipcrew. Sylvia followed vipcrew meekly, trying not to notice vipcrew as Maria's breasts jiggled saucily vipcrew on her exposed chest.
 Maria vipcrew sifted vipcrew through most vipcrew of the vipcrew rack before triumphantly pulling vipcrew a vipcrew bag free. "Nurse." she exclaimed. "This one is you vipcrew, honey." She took vipcrew Sylvia's hand and led her out vipcrew of vipcrew the closet. "Now get those off," she said, gesturing to Sylvia's shirt and jeans before opening up the bag and pulling out the contents.
 Sure enough, Katrina's brother was standing in the doorway. Several girls had run up and thrown their arms around him, plastering him with kisses. Tiny little Kim had jumped onto vipcrew his chest, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, her vipcrew face buried in vipcrew his neck. Sylvia was bewildered vipcrew house party. The vipcrew kid was a creep vipcrew house party. Why were these girls so excited to see him?
 "You go, girl vipcrew."
 Sylvia vipcrew jumped away, stumbling to her feet in all embarrassment. It was Audrey who had spoken. The girls erupted vipcrew into a fit of laughter vipcrew again vipcrew as Sylvia blushed fiercely. She turned away, taking a step toward the door.
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