Free Mesmerizing the Cheerleaders (Magical Mesmerism) by Nadia Nightside

“Explain to me again why we are having this meeting? Aren’t
you an alumni?”
    “Yes, Miss Fellows. That’s right.”
    The young man, Daniel, leaned
forward, grabbing a photo off her desk. He was of average height, average
build, his hair short and brown and his eyes distant brown. He wore jeans and a
blue hoodie. To be frank, he was rather beneath having a conversation with
Joanna Fellows, but as the cheerleading coach of Lovely Valley High School, she
had to deal with a great number of undesirables. Constantly, men were attacking
her solitude and personal space, trying just to have one more second of her
lovely face or firm, delicious figure. As a ridiculously beautiful brunette
thirty year-old, Joanna was rather used to it.
    “Is that your husband? Your kids?”
    A frown formed on her her
lovely face. “Um, yes. But I don’t see—”
    “How long you been married? Your kid looks like, what, two
years old?”
    “Three. And that’s how long we’ve been married, but I don’t
see—”
    “That’s good. I’m not really about older women, but you’re
so gorgeous, I figured what the hell, you know? You only live once. It’d be
weird if your kid was older, though. I don’t know why, exactly, but I know
that’s true. So I’m glad she’s young, because you are really just incredibly
hot.” He smiled. “You know you’re gorgeous, don’t you?”
    There was such a stream of
vileness, such outright contempt for her station pouring from this boy, that
Joanna hardly knew where to begin.
    As such, she could only really
stammer out a response. “I—you see, now see here, I don’t—what do you mean, I
know I’m—”
    She shook her head. This boy
was very confusing and right away. He had just stormed into her office and sat
down, barely even saying who he was. That was unusual at any time, but
especially on a Saturday practice, when practically no one else was at school.
    Joanna purposefully asked for
Saturday practices for the lack of distractions—so many of her girls were
rather beautiful, and so boys from all over the school would skip class to come
and watch her team work out. And probably too, of course, to watch Joanna join
in when she had to.
    Joanna, of course, did know
she was gorgeous. Joanna was tall, in incredible shape from her many years of
cheerleading semi-professionally and then coaching, with beautiful breasts that
enabled her to convince most men of anything she wanted to convince them of.
Today, wearing her tight spandex coaching shorts and tighter cleavage-baring
button-up jacket revealing the lovely deep line of her bountiful bosom, should
have been a banner day for getting what she wanted from every man.
    Except for this young brat, of
course.
    Her looks were how she landed
her super hunk husband, Jerry, who ran the town’s only used car lot. He was
rich, and Joanna loved spending his wealth and being the recipient of it. She
had three fur coats, her own master bathroom, and a walk-in closet the size of
a barn. Now that she had a child with him, she had really locked him in. He
loved their little girl, and treated her like a princess, surpassed only by
Joanna herself.
    “Look, toots, you don’t gotta be humble with me. I think
you’re smoking hot. It’s no wonder you’re a cheerleading coach.”
    This really raised her ire.
“I-I-I am the cheerleading director because I cheered all through college and won state
awards . It has nothing at all to do with my appearance or my figure or my breasts —”
    “Whoa, hey,” he held up his hands. “I didn’t say anything
about your tits. Though they are really nice. They real?”
    “Of course they’re real!”
    She felt stupid for giving him
the reason to focus on her tits like that. But all the time, men thought she
was a cheerleader just because she had big, firm, delicious breasts. In truth,
they were more of a hindrance to her career than anything else. It was
difficult enough doing all the back flips and twirls required for