BC-2016 Chained Cheerleader by Robert Vickers


Foreword


One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any
evening of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence
in the form of "entertainment". Whether it be cops pursuing robbers, or
cowboys gunning down Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The
fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is also common to
them all.

But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed
and killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in
our midst, people who would steal or rape or kill at the slightest
provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever for human life.

Debbie Connors is the victim of three such people. Innocent of any crime
against man, she nevertheless finds herself tortured and faced with
death because she has offended the general manager of a pro football
team.

CHAINED CHEERLEADER is the shocking story of a young girl's ordeal. An
ordeal that any of us might face one day.
- The Publisher 1979


Chapter 1


"Would you ever pose in the nude?" the man asked, his eyes raking over
Debbie's prominent tits. She stirred uncomfortably in the chair, wishing
for the first time she had worn a bra. The tiny buttons of her nipples
hardened visibly at the question. She tried to will them down into their
normal soft state, but the more she tried, the harder they became and
the more obvious her boobs became.

"No, sir," she said weakly. "I don't believe in such things."

"Good," Mr. Bradford said, checking off another spot on the long
questionnaire. "We've had bad problems with the other girls posing naked
for those skin magazines. Other teams have dismissed their cheerleaders
after too much bad publicity. We want no such thing with the Condors.
We're an up-front, moral football team and we intend to maintain that
attitude."

"Yes, sir," Debbie said again. She nervously brushed back a strand of
her long, lustrous blonde hair. The girl had been sitting on the
uncomfortable hardwood chair for over twenty minutes. The interview
seemed interminable, but she was willing to go through hell to get this
job.

Or non-job, really. Cheerleader with the Condors didn't pay very well.
Only about fifteen dollars a game, if the rumors were true. But so many
of the girls had used their public exposure to go on into a modeling
career, Debbie decided she would try it. Besides, all the way through
high school, she had always wanted to be a cheerleader. They seemed to
end up with all the burly, virile football players. She had been too shy
then to try out, but now, with the, added bonus of maybe becoming a
model to burn away her shyness, she would do just about anything.


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