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Welcome to cheerleader camp.

I bet you're thinking to yourself, wow, for a cheerleader,

she sure does have herself a heck of a nice set of pom-poms.

But, believe me when I say, they don't just give these

out for nothing around here, you gotta earn them.

More about that later.

For now, it's time for a bit of R&R, if you catch my drift.

The guy with all the muscles is a check.

He doesn't say much, just lets his abs do most of the talking.

He's one of the handymen that our teacher Miss

Myers hired to help with the camp's upkeep.

Personally, I'm extremely amazed by how he continually keeps it up.

Alright, I know, I know, bad joke.

But you gotta admit, this guy is very handy at some things.

So there you are, fantastic hot tub, fantastic hot sex.

You'd think I'd fallen into the lap of sexual luxury, wouldn't you?

Well, think again.

I've got just two days left to win the Scholastic Hottie of the Year contest.

Or go home just another pathetic loser.

Attention, attention.

All ladies will report to the main dining room

for roll call and inspection in 15 minutes.

That's Miss Myers, our chaperone.

You've already seen what a great job she's doing keeping the guys away.

She brought 10 contestants, including me, here last week to compete for the title.

Now there's just four of us left.

Come on, I'll introduce you to the other held over wannabes.

The girl next to me is Marla Matt.

I think her name kind of sums it up.

Marla is my most serious competition for first place.

Her boobs are smaller and mine are nicer.

The girl in the pink is Tiffany Night Springs.

Her family is dripping with stocks, bonds, and cold hard cash.

She's not even a real cheerleader for gosh sakes.

Daddy bought her a nomination and bribed everyone in sight, including me,

to get her here.

Finally, the girl at the end is Candace Connors.

With an IQ hovering just around room temperature, you could cram all of Candy's

gray matter into one thimble and still have room left for your thumb.

Is this thing on?

Alright ladies, settle down.

Hello, Miss Myers.

Tiff, girls, time for inspection.

Not again.

Yes, again, and every day until we crown a winner.

But how much can we actually grow in one day?

It does seem a little ridiculous.

I'll say.

Rules are rules, ladies.

Present arms.

It seems so non-PC in this day and age that the girl

with the best boobs should ultimately win the contest.

But who am I to argue?

Thirty-nine.

Forty-one.

Tiffy, you seem to have grown over an inch since yesterday.

That's impossible.

Numbers don't lie.

Have you taken something?

Gotten pregnant?

No way.

Then how do you account for this astounding growth?

I don't know.

I might have had an extra glass of milk at supper

last night, but that wouldn't really do it, would it?

Here it comes.

Angie did... I did win last night at dinner.

Shh.

I have a secret.

You realize, Miss Night Springs, this may constitute a serious breach of protocol.

Enhancing one's breast after nomination is completely against

the rules and may result in immediate disqualification.

But I didn't do anything.

I swear.

They must have just grown on their own.

I'm sorry.

I'm going to have to report this.

Miss Myers, may I talk to you privately for a minute?

I think I may have a good explanation for this unexpected enlargement.

Certainly, honey, but over there.

The rest of you girls, hit the showers.

I'll see you at 3 p.m.

for pole dancing.

Come on, let's do what we're told and go get wet.

Fine with me.

Come and candy?

Um, aren't the showers that way?

Not the outdoor showers.

Well, don't we at least need soap?

Who needs soap?

We've got chocolate.

Alright, you two have fun.

I'm going to go use the hot tub and maybe actually get clean.

Suit yourself.

Remember that cooking show?

Well, Marla and I were in our dorm room one day when she suddenly got inspired.

She poured a whole jar of maraschino cherries all over

my naked body and started eating them off one by one.

We both got off on it big time.

So much that the next day she added whipped cream to the

mix, then graduated up to walnuts, gummies and sprinkles.

If it weren't for the influx of ants, flies and roaches, I think I'd still be there.

It gave me a whole new love for chocolate.

That I can tell you.

Oh, hi Candy.

How's my favorite contestant?

Not so good today, I'm afraid.

Why?

What's bothering you?

It's the other girls.

There's just so much jealousy and fighting, I can't stand it anymore.

I kinda wish they'd send me home.

Well, look at the bright side.

It'll all be over in 48 hours anyway.

And with a little luck, the girls' negativity will

cancel itself out and you'll go home a winner.

You really think so?

I know so.

But the other girls' boobs are so much nicer than mine.

I mean, how am I supposed to win Miss Scholasticotti with these?

Look, Candy, let me ask you a key question about breasts.

I want you to tell me what's more important, the looks or the size?

Size.

Size, obviously.

Size.

Size, of course.

Size, I guess?

No, silly girl.

It's the look.

Really?

Yes, really.

And you do look spectacular.

By the way, I've always wanted to ask...

What's that?

Why do they call you both?

Well...

Damn.

Yeah, damn.

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Pussy pussy bang bang.

So let me get this straight.

Someone may have slipped breast enhancement pills into your dinner last night?

There's no may about it.

I'd stake my life on it.

Here, look.

40, 24, 36 figure.

I take justifiable pride in all the lipo, collagen and

silicone that goes into keeping my bod the best it can be.

Do you think for one second that I would deliberately alter

what the good Lord gave me just to go one inch bigger?

Well, perhaps not.

I rest my case.

It had to have been one of the other girls trying to make me look bad.

Believe me, Miss Night Springs, it would take an awful lot to make you look bad.

Really?

Well, you're not so bad yourself.

Really?

You're not just saying that to influence my vote, are you, young lady?

I'm not in the slightest.

Nope.

No corruption here, folks.

This just makes my climb to number one that much harder.

But I assure you, I'm up to the task.

I'm not about to let this rich bitch take my title without a fight.

You calling me bitch?

Bitch?

Exactly.

Well, we'll just see who wins.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

All right, ladies.

Time to test you all in the category of interpretive dancing.

She means stripping.

So get ready, guys.

I'm real good at this.

First up, we'll have Tiffy, followed by

Marla, then Candy, and last, we'll have Angie.

Now, remember, girls, you'll be judged on not only

your looks, but also your specific moves as well.

So... Make it good.

I told you I was good at this.

Hello?

This is Dean Martin's office for Abby Myers.

This is Miss Myers.

Hello, Abby.

This is Martin.

How's it going down there?

Fine, Dean.

Everything's coming along nicely.

And by that you mean you have a winner in mind for Miss Scholastic Hottie?

That's right.

And that winner wouldn't happen to be Miss Tiffy Nightsprings, would it?

There's a strong possibility.

You remember, of course, that Mr. Herbert Nightspring

is this university's most wealthy contributor.

And his lovely daughter would be severely

traumatized should she not win this competition.

I remember.

Good.

Keep that all in mind before you make your final decision.

Oh, I will.

I take it everything's normal back there on campus?

It's business as usual.

I have an alumni dinner across the quad in a half an hour.

I'll be able to duck out early as soon as the wife gets tanked.

Oh, okay.

Did you find a new assistant?

No, but I have an applicant in the outer office.

I'm going to try to fit in an interview before I leave, so let me go for now.

Okay.

Just remember what I said.

Your tenure here could depend on your choice you make.

I completely understand.

Good.

Call me tomorrow with an update.

Will do.

You see what I mean?

Nothing but corruption around here.

I guess I'll have to fight fire with fire.

Hello?

Are you in position?

Just waiting to go in.

Make sure you get plenty of good pictures.

Oh, I will.

Call me later.

Definitely.

Bye.

Send in the applicant, will you?

Well, hello, Miss... How do you pronounce that?

Smith.

Oh, of course.

I should have figured that out myself.

It happens all the time.

Now, it says here that you've previously worked with Dean Wormer at Faber.

How was that experience?

Well, he was a nice enough man, but the students there are very unruly.

And after the incident with the horse... I can totally sympathize.

Uh, so, go over some of your qualifications.

Well, sir, first of all, I'm very discreet.

And anything that happens within this office will stay strictly within the confines.

You understand?

Good.

And besides that, I type a hundred words a minute and I take great dick-tation.

Really?

Care to test me?

I'd love to.

You're a stand-out loner.

Power the pussy.

You're pomper-numb fucker.

Power

the, power the pussy.

Cream in your jeans.

Fuck it.

So I power the pussy.

You explode and gain.

Power the pussy.

Meet my pimp.

Power the pussy.

Power the pussy.

Why candy?

Hi, Miss Myers.

I thought you'd be in your room.

You know you have a big test day tomorrow.

Yeah, I know.

I just couldn't relax.

Why, what's the matter?

I just keep thinking no matter what I do, I won't be able to win this competition.

Well, that's just not true.

Liar.

What makes you say that?

Well, Tiffy's dad's got money, Marla has an amazing

body, and Angie has such a great personality.

Thank you, thank you, but you forgot about these.

I just kept thinking there's no way I can compete with all that.

But then it hit me.

Maybe there's one way?

How so?

Bribery?

Oh, I'm so, so sorry, Candy.

But I'm certain the committee would frown on such nefarious activity.

Maybe so, but would they frown upon this?

You know, girl, you may have a hell of a career ahead of you.

Really?

What feels?

Politics, naturally.

The... hypnotics touching you.

Hypnotica.

Hypnotica.

Take... hypnotica.

Come over here.

You like what you see?

Enter my trap.

Come on, dance.

And

the vocal will be rhymed.

Oh, yeah.

Hypnotic.

Give it to me.

That's it.

Feels good.

That's hate.

That's hate.

My trait.

Is that soft?

Hypnotica.

Hypnotica.

Hypnotica.

All right, ladies.

Has anyone seen Angie?

She's been missing the entire hour of Phys Ed.

She wasn't in the dorm when I woke up.

Probably off somewhere hiding from embarrassment.

She had a visitor come by before breakfast.

Most likely her parole officer.

It was a girl nobody had ever seen before.

I hope she knows this tardiness could count against her.

I'm sure she has a good reason for being late.

All right, ladies.

Back to work.

So, how'd it go last night?

Piece of cake.

He fell for it right on the spot.

I just had to bat my eyelashes and melt it like butter.

Great.

How about the photos?

Right here.

Beautiful color photos enhanced for 16x9.

Great.

And I got video that I'm going to post to YouTube.

Fine.

But don't post it until after I win the contest.

Understand?

Perfectly.

That's my other friend, Janet.

Not bad, huh?

We met on stage and we both worked at the same strip bar last summer.

She got the goods on Dean Martin last night, but now she's

here to help me with a few of my other little problems.

You ready for a little sexual intrigue?

Oh, I'm like lunch meat?

I am always ready.

What did you have in mind?

Well, first off, I made sure that Myers chick got an

eyeful of the video I shot through her bathroom door.

How did you do that?

It was easy.

I just connected the video playback to the campground's cable box so when she turned

on the 11 o'clock news, she got an instant

replay that completely knocked her on her ass.

And what about Candace?

She was in the video, too.

Two birds with one tape.

All right.

What about that rich bitch?

Now that's going to be a bit tougher.

Between her and her muddy-beg's daddy, I still can't figure out all her angles.

Even with Miss Myers' candy and the Dean under my thumb, I'm

sure Tiffy's got a few surprises in store I haven't counted on.

We just got to figure out what that is before they announce a winner at high noon.

How are we going to do that?

I've got Marla working on it right now.

But isn't she a contestant, too?

Yeah, but Marla's a good friend of mine.

Plus, I told her I'd split half my prize money.

And she went for it.

Yeah.

Wow, you're going to split half of your prize money?

That's a lot.

Well, after you deduct all my expenses and

overhead, I'll probably end up giving her ten bucks.

Oh, well, that sounds reasonable.

So what now, my dear?

Well, since we have a little downtime, I thought we could both use some R&R.

You mean?

Oh, yeah.

Ah!

Oh, my God!

Oh!

That would make me too lost.

Oh, my God.

I've got to fill it.

I want your touch.

I've got to have it.

I need your lust.

I've got to fill it.

Hold me close.

Bagel toast.

Watch a boast.

Let's cruise the coast.

I want your love.

I've got to have it.

I need your love.

I've got to fill it.

I want your touch.

I've got to have it.

I need your lust.

I've got to fill it.

Passion blows.

So let it blow.

I've got to fill it.

I want your touch.

I've got to have it.

I need your lust.

I've got to fill it.

I want your love.

I need your lust.

I've got to have it.

I want your touch.

I've got to have it.

Yes?

Hi, honey.

Daddy, it's so good to hear from you.

Did you take care of everything?

Well, both the Dean and that bitch Chaperone

Meyer suddenly switched allegiance midstream.

What?

I thought you paid them off.

I did, handsomely.

Someone must have got some dirt on them, and now they have control of their vote.

Damn, damn, damn.

It must have been that blonde bitch, Angie.

I swear I'll get her.

Oh, now don't you worry, baby.

Daddy's been thinking.

What did you do?

I had the police arrest the Dean for using the university as a brothel.

You don't know how close to the truth you got with that one.

The charges won't stick, but it'll at least keep him busy until you won the title.

And what about Miss Meyers?

That was simple.

I called in a favor from the fire chief.

He phoned her to say her house was burning down.

What?

Nice work, Dad.

With the Dean and Miss Meyers out of the

picture, who will be left to crown me the winner?

I got the Board of Regents to authorize a young couple

from my staff to drive up there and make the selection.

Doesn't that smack of collusion?

Darling, why spoil the beauty of a plan with such negativity?

Okay, so what do I do now?

Just wait.

They should be on their way up there even as we speak.

I told them to look for the dry gulch turnoff.

That's the one.

They were in a black fire burst.

Look out for them.

I'll keep my eyes open.

I'm sure you will.

Make sure you call me the minute they get there.

Absolutely.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you too, honey.

What do you got planned for today?

Oh, just hanging out with a friend.

You have a good time, sweetie.

Point to be alive

Point to be alive Point to be alive Point to be alive Point to be alive I was born

to spread Now I'm naked on your bed I was born to lick.

Let me have that bit that tick.

Born to be a blonde.

Born to be alive.

Born to be alive.

Born to be alive.

Born to be alive.

Born to be alive.

Hope

you can screw my boobs.

Found me.

Okay.

New rights.

Just need that quick buck.

That's all I know how to do is fuck.

Born to be alive.

Born to be alive.

Easy sweat.

Born to be alive.

Born to be alive.

Born to be alive.

Born to be alive.

Born to be alive.

Aww, show me your nasty side.

We're lost, aren't we, honey?

We're not lost.

Here, give me the map.

Find your way yet, Sinbad?

Take it easy, honey.

I'll figure it out.

We're lost, and, like all men, you were too proud to stop

and ask for directions at that gas station we passed.

Look, we're not lost.

We just missed the turn, that's all.

Why don't you try your cell phone?

Nothing, honey.

I think we're close.

We just need to go back a little bit.

What's the rush?

We've still got an hour.

Why don't we stay a while and check out the scenery?

Why not?

Sounds good.

Pretty.

Hey, let's go up that hill and take a better look.

Sounds like a good idea.

Wow, this is fantastic.

Yeah, I love it up here.

You know, something about the great outdoors kind of makes me a little... Uh, Gordon?

You just charmed the house great off my corn, don't you?

Oh, my God.

Mmm.

Anyone see a black firebird pull in here?

Well, if you do, tell the driver I'm a tad bit irritated.

There ain't no car coming, bitch.

And you know this how?

Because Daddy's people were diverted.

Because it's finally time.

Because now it's just you and me, girl.

Cheerleader versus co-ed.

And may the better chick live.

I got this.

Don't worry.

You beat me fair and square.

You truly are Miss Scholastic Hottie.

Glad you finally figured that out.

Go ahead.

Finish me off.

One bullet ought to do it.

You're not gonna leave me here to suffer, are you?

Just shoot one slug and I'll be off to the big sorority house in the sky.

You're not dying, Tiffy.

What do you mean?

I didn't shoot you with no lead bullet.

Then what?

They call it a love dart.

You mean...

That's right.

You're mine.

So what'd you think?

I was actually gonna kill her?

Hell, this isn't the Western Channel.

This is Late Night Cable, where everybody wants a happy ending.

Hope you get yours.

Boobies...

Bouncing...

Boobies...

Some man calls you a sweetheart.

Yes, but make it plain.

Calls you a hooker.

Grabs a titty.

Wants to book her.

You want off, but not that way.

He grabs you, he's a Hollywood sway.

Getting swine and a spoon.

Poop.

Still, you run with the lesbo group.

You're at the dog sits at home.

While you're out, fuckin' to Rome.

Flashbacks of tooth-long chicks.

Now you play the porno flick.

Hot in the morning.

And break the mold.

Boobies... Bouncing...

Boobies... Bouncing... All about nasty me.

Hunting a bait with double D's.

In a paradise just for these.

Visuals sucking at nipple teeth.

May I kiss your double D's?

Let's just wretch.

Lights in the snow.

Sniff my panty and have a go.

Sucking tits.

I won't say no.

Big, big boobs.

Get big cocks between the tits.

With...

Boobies...

Boobies...