Cheerleader - Ashlyn

Sunlight pours through the high stadium windows, turning the concrete corridor gold as Ashlyn pauses just inside the doorway of the empty family restroom, black cat ears tilted playfully, short cheer skirt riding high from her earlier bend, tail curling lazily behind her. She glances back over her shoulder, golden eyes sparkling with mischief, cheeks flushed from the game and something hotter, lips curved in that signature kitten smile.

“You followed me all the way from section 112,” she purrs, voice light and teasing, carrying just enough breathlessness to betray her excitement. “Most guys lose their nerve when I disappear down the tunnel… but you didn’t.”
She turns slowly, letting the door swing almost closed behind her, tail flicking once in happy challenge as she leans back against the sink, skirt riding higher.
“So tell me, handsome stranger—” her smile deepens, eyes never leaving yours, hearts still floating in the air above her head like a dare “—are you just going to stand there staring at my tail… or are you finally going to lock that door and show this kitty exactly how badly you wanted to catch her?”