Sharing Her

“That was amazing, baby,” he says, caressing my cheek lovingly. That softness in his eyes just melts me every time. “I’m sorry it’ll be your last routine for awhile, but you know what the doctor said.”

I roll my eyes and laugh. “I know, I know. Don’t worry, after tonight, I’ll be retiring my cheerleading uniform for a while. At least until after the baby is born,” I tell him.

“It’s all about what’s good for you. And the baby,” he adds.

“Besides, I don’t think I’d look very cute in my uniform with my big pregnant belly poking out,” I giggle. He kisses me again, sweetly.

“You would look even more beautiful than you do now,” Professor says, wrapping me up in a tight hug. Coach comes running over, looking exhilarated. This is a big win for the team. A great win for his career. Professor greets him with a warm hello, and I turn to hug him, kissing him on the cheek.

“You did it, babe!” I exclaim happily.

“Oh no, the team did it. I’m just here to guide them. And cheer them on. But not as well as you do,” Coach adds with a wink. “You looked beautiful out there, Annabel.”

“Thanks, Coach,” I answer, biting my lip.

Both men put an arm around me as we walk away from the field. The squad will have their own little celebration, as well as the football team. Hell, the whole college is celebrating a win like this one. But as for me? I know I have something much more exciting waiting for me at home, with my two guys who love me.

Punishing Her

I’m lying in my roommates’ bathtub, the big, lavish soaking tub I’ve filled to the brim with a lavender-scented bubble bath. My toes poke out of the water at the porcelain edge, and I can feel the hot water warming my body and helping me relax.

There are scented candles flickering on the counter for an added dose of atmosphere, and a glass of wine in my hand. I can’t help but feel a little turned on, totally naked and making cheeky faces at the camera set up on the counter, carefully pointed downward to capture my every pose and kiss I blow in its direction.

I know these are going to be a particularly saucy set of photos for me to post on my account, and I am certain that many of my male fans will get off to it. I may seem ditzy, since that’s all part of the act, but I’m not stupid. I know exactly what my fans want from me. More sex appeal, all the time.

Some girls might shrink away from all that pressure, but not me. I lean into it.

It arouses me to think that when I post these photos later, a bunch of random strangers will stop whatever they’re doing and go hide in their bathroom stalls at work and jerk off to the thought of me. I am their fantasy, and I live to tantalize my followers. My free hand is hidden underneath the thick layer of floral-scented bubbles, sliding over my wet, soapy nipples. They’re perky and sensitive, making me sigh when I play with them.

I bite my lip and wink at the camera, turning my head from side to side and making sure my hair doesn’t slip out of its elaborate, perfectly-designed messy bun. It’s all about looking effortless, even though there is actually a lot of effort happening here. It’s hard work making life look so easy. I’m basically a walking, talking, smiling billboard in the form of a hot young blonde.

My real name is Kenzie Walton, but I am much more popularly known as KenzieKitten1999. That is what over one million devoted followers call me on my Instagram account. I am basically one gigantic promotional ad. I advertise a lifestyle, a fantasy my followers can only dream about.

My account is chock full of sexy, smiley images meant to show off how amazing and fulfilling my life is. I post photos of beautifully-arrange flowers, rainbow-hued acai smoothie bowls complete with frozen berries and gourmet chocolate. I always have either a fancy pink cocktail or an expensive coconut water in my hand.

It doesn’t matter that I’m nineteen, so it’s not even legal for me to drink a cocktail yet. I have a fake ID, plus if I make the drink look delicious and photogenic enough, I can always lie and say it’s alcoholic even if it’s not.

It’s all about the illusion, anyway. People believe what they want to believe. And my followers? They want to believe I am the sun-soaked, joyful, blonde angel of their wildest dreams. So that is the image I sell them. I’m always wearing a flouncy sun dress that hints at my flawless, curvy body, or a bikini, which leaves almost nothing to the imagination. I work hard to keep in shape. I haven’t touched a carb in months. I work out at the gym super early in the morning, when no one else is there.

And yeah, I do go out to clubs on a nearly nightly basis, but it’s mostly because dancing is a great way to burn calories.

Besides, I need to snap cute selfies of myself on the dance floor or on the rooftop VIP lounge, looking gorgeous and tipsy, smiling with a group of friends who I have hand-selected for their good looks and trendy style. I need to associate with the best and brightest stars this city has to offer.

That’s why I left my tiny, quiet hometown in Arkansas and moved out west to Los Angeles: I want to be a star. Of course, my ultimate goal is to be an actress, but for now, I’m a part-time model and full-time Instagram influencer, which I think is kind of like an acting role in itself. I have to show my audience what they want to see, and hide the parts that would detract from my carefully-curated image.

Which is why I have to pretend like this is my bathroom and my bathtub, even though it’s actually the one my two roommates, Seth and Hayden, share.

I have my own bathroom, of course, but it’s not as fancy as this one. They get the big tub, plus the lighting in here is so much better. I’m sure they would be pissed off to see me in here, but I don’t care. I do whatever I want. I’m used to getting my way. I was always a daddy’s girl growing up, and my dad spoiled me like crazy. It was difficult to leave him and all my friends behind in Arkansas, but I’m determined to make it here in California.

Part of the image I’m trying to cultivate for my adoring fans is that I live a life of wealth and leisure. Having to live with two roommates kind of destroys that fantasy. So, I pretend like the whole beautiful beach-side condo belongs to me. And to be honest? It kind of does. I’m the boss. I know I can be a little bratty sometimes, but it’s only because I’m the princess of this castle, and everyone should know it.

Besides, I can’t pretend like it doesn’t turn me on a little bit, lying here in the bathtub where my two hot roommates get naked.

Hayden is twenty-four years old, a professional surfer, and super athletic and muscular. He wins all kinds of competitions and stuff, and he’s always working out and going for long jogs to stay in shape. Seth is twenty-eight, and supposedly he’s some kind of amateur filmmaker or whatever like every other guy out here in LA, but he works as a graphic design artist to pay the bills.

Both of them are smoking hot.

Tall, dark hair, gorgeous eyes-- Hayden has a perpetual surfer tan and Seth wears those adorable dorky black-rimmed glasses. I would never admit it to them, but I would fuck either one of them in a heartbeat. I turn off the camera, satisfied with the photos I’ve taken, and sink back down under the hot bubbly water with a sigh.