held their breath. Suddenly, bright lights flashed onto the pitch and a group of students paraded into the middle of the space, pom poms in hand, and launched into a rehearsed dance. The women in the group, each a final year and on the cusp of turning 21, were incredibly attractive. Their lithe forms moved and stretched beneath the uniform in a series of intoxicating movements and displays, pressing hard nipples against tight material and flashing quick glimpses beneath their skirts, but Jack had eyes for one woman only. Standing alone and off to the side of the dancing group was the coach, Jessica. She watched as her team jumped and bounced their way through the routine, coordinating movements with ease and effortlessly pulling off flips and tumbles to the adoration of the screaming crowd. Jack watched her as she watched