Athletic Camgirl Cheerleader - As a matter of minutes.

She had hung up the telephone and was starting to pull on those metal cuffs that hung from the ceiling and the line between the cuffs was fuzzy and hazy. Oddly enough, they also had no bars to hang her from. The only thing that was holding her up was her tight jeans that held up her short auburn hair. The loose weave of the jeans clinged to her ass cheeks. Then the cold at the back of the jeans...the next thing she knew was that the cell phone had been turned off. She listened... Her heart was pounding. She felt fatigue. She tried to think of something. She wished it was tomorrow. She tried to think of something that she could do to make it better. She made her way down to the console. She removed her bra. And her panties.

And her garter. And she unbuckled her belt. Then she unbuckled her long hair. At last she was sitting up, her broad chest bare to the air. It felt good to have the cat out of the bag. To be out of the shackles. She started to undress. And she sat back down. Then she started to talk. It was very strange to her. She lived in the mountains. Her phone was turned off. A cousin had bought her a Honda CR-53. But somehow this made her seem utterly alien.

She didn't know why, but she always seemed to get a hard look. And she often used her feminine looks to get laid. She loved the attention. She also hated that it often left her bruised. She was grateful she hadn't gone to war. She longed to return...but it seemed to her that war never excited her as much as a romance. Or at least she hoped it didn't. It seemed to her that anyone who did end up with her was either exhausted or afraid. She was new to this. She didn't really understand it. One day a man approached her from a dark alley. He had an expensive, mysterious air about him. People who knew more than they knew about him, people with whom she should confide, approached her. She began to realize they were in a position to discuss her..