Ellen is going on about all the best friends she's made here at Widley. But then she shows you one photograph that takes your breath away. Ellen is kneeling in front of the photographer in her cheerleader uniform, her head tilted slightly up, staring into the lens with her big blue eyes. She has her lips wrapped tightly around a big black cock, which looks like it's halfway down her throat.
"Holy fuck, look at that!" you exclaim.
"Ohmigawd!" Ellen shrieks. "How did that get in there? You weren't supposed to see that!" She turns bright red and looks to be on the verge of tears.
"Uh, boyfriend?" you say.
Ellen shakes her head. "It's a stupid hazing ritual. Rookie cheerleaders have to... have to..."
"Wow." you say.
"Please don't think I'm a slut! If I didn't swallow I wouldn't make the team."
"Huh. And you made the team." Ellen looks at you sheepishly. "Was this a one-time thing?"
Ellen sighs. "This is just one photo. They have dozens. Video too. So now it's blackmail. They said they'd put it on the Internet if I didn't obey. And send a copy to my dad."
"Yeah, that would kill him. He's a Republican." you say. Ellen looks at you sadly.
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What do you do? Will you help your friend, or use this information to your own advantage?
Ask to see the other photos.
Be a friend...
Use this revelation as leverage...
Ask about the night of the hazing party.
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