During cheerleading practice Jill had a strange feeling that something was wrong, and she began to feel uncomfortable at how Mark kissed and squeezed her. She tried talking to the other girls on the squad but they just kept saying how lucky she was that Mark Thompson was her boyfriend.
After practice was done Jill was retrieving books from her locked when she felt hands creep up her body and land on her sizable chest. What followed was a forcefully kiss and she saw that it was Mark, being handsy with her as usual, like he needed everyone to see that she was his. It made her feel sick and she pushed him away,
“What’s wrong Jillie?” He said.
She hated how he called her that. He then placed his arm on the locker next to her, blocking her from leaving in that direction in a subtle and sexist way. The longer she was with him the more uncomfortable she felt. She crossed her arms but because of her breast’s large size she unintentionally pushed them up and they strained against her tiny cheerleading top. Once she realized this she started to turn to leave in the direction not blocked by his arm but his other hand cupped around her cheek and guided her back. To anyone it looked like a charming thing to do but to Jill it was obviously a way for him to keep her where he wanted her.
“Come on baby, what’s the matter? Why are you being so rude?” He said with a smile that made her skin crawl.
“Stop it Mark, you’re making me feel uncomfortable.” She said in a voice smaller than she had intended.
To her horror his smile grew bigger,
“Oh don’t give me that, Jillie baby. Here, I’ll make it up to you.” He said and began to move his hand down to her exposed thigh and moved it up under her tiny skirt.
“N-no I said stop!” She she shrieked and tried to push him back but he was stronger than her and kept her in place by using his other arm to hold her neck.
“What’s the matter? Are you on your period or something?” He asked with a slight chuckle.
Some part of Jill’s mind that used to be Jeff was thinking how what Mark was doing was completely fine, that’s just what boys do. But her new enlightened feminine mind was assuring her that this was completely unacceptable behavior and he was being incredibly sexist and aggressive.
The cheerleader continued to squirm under his grip when one of Mark’s teammates slapped his shoulder,
“Mark, coach says we got the weekend off practice, let’s go hit the pubs!” He exclaimed.
“You know it bro!” He fist-bumped his friend and turned to her.
“Hear that Jillie? We’re going out tonight, wear something sexy babe.” He said and gave her a look and squeezed her shoulder in a way that indicated he wasn’t asking but demanding.
“Thanks Jillie baby, bring Dana, Eric wants to meet that fine price of ass!” He said.
Then Mark ran off with the rest of his football buddies.
Jill was shocked at how he didn’t even ask her he just decided she was going and even told her how she should dress. He even ordered her to bring her friend for Eric like Dana and her were nothing but possessions. But she was thankful he was gone and she was finally free of his possessive hands.
Jill didn’t know what to do, the look he gave her meant that she better obey him or there would be consequences and as much as she hated Mark she didn’t want to find out what he would do I’d she disobeyed, despite how sexist this all was.