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Gil was stunned. He figured Sylvia was a strong, independent, athletic woman, but nothing prepared him for what he was looking at before him. Sylvia’s muscles and hourglass figure were captivating. She bounded over to him and gave him a big hug. Gil got a face full of very red hair, and a torso full of very large and firm breasts. She smelled lovely.

“Wow!” He said again. “This is quite the outfit.” Sylvia, still beaming, stepped back waving her pom-poms overhead. “You look great!” Where did you get the costume?”

Sylvia put her hands on her hips, and gave him a pert look. “This isn’t a costume, mister. I was a cheerleader at UT for 4 years!”

Gil’s mouth opened in shock. "Whoa! No kidding? You are full of surprises!" Sylvia could see that Gil was flummoxed, so she invited Gil into her condo. She put her pom-poms down on the kitchen counter. Gil looked around. Everything was stylish and modern. “Nice place you have!” he said.

“Thanks! Not much on small talk, I see!” Sylvia quipped with a wry grin. “Want a drink? I have beer and wine!”

“Beer, please!” Gil put his camera bag on the counter next to the pom-poms, and took his jacket off. "Sorry, let's just say I wasn't expecting to see you dressed like this at all."

“I do like to surprise people! Jackets can go in the spare bedroom on the right.” Sylvia said. On the way to the bedroom, Gil looked around. There weren't a lot of personal effects visible, save a large bookcase stuffed with books and papers, and a digital picture frame. Most of the books were mathematics and science books. There was also a shelf full of pulp mystery paperbacks. The spare bedroom had just a dresser, night stand, and a small bed.

He came back into the living room, still wearing the gauze and hat. “Aren’t you warm in that?” Sylvia asked.

“Nothing a cold beer can’t fix!” Gil laughed, and then sat on a stool at the counter. Sylvia reached an open Shiner Bock across the counter, wrapped in a UT Koozy. He offered the bottle up for a toast, and she klinked her bottle back. “To a fun evening!” Gil suggested. He took a swig of his beer.

“Oh yeah, It’s gonna be crazy!” Sylvia smiled, and she took a sip, before leaning forward on the counter. Gil got a good look at some deep cleavage. “I’ll bet you have a few questions.”

"Is that your Vette out front?" Gil asked, taking another pull on his beer.

"Oh yes, my baby! It's a ZR-1!" Sylvia said smiling.

"Nice! I've never been in one. Fun drive?" Gil asked.

"Oh yeah! I got to take it out for a few laps at Michigan International Speedway. Got it up to 200 on the front stretch!" Sylvia smiled again. "I have a video if you want to see the lap. Maybe I can let you drive, if you behave!" Sylvia looked at Gil with a flirty smile.

"Sure, why not? Wish I could afford one..." Gil left that hanging, to see if he got any answer as to how a research scientist could afford the car.

Sylvia looked knowingly at Gil. "I'm a DINK, so I can splurge once in a while. I work another research project on the side. Obviously I don't spend a lot on wardrobe. Putting all of that cash aside for a rainy day."

"Is that the project in Chicago?" Gil asked.

Sylvia took a drink, but Gil could see he had struck on something. Her body language had tensed just a little. "Yeah, I go down there about once a month."

"What kind of research?" Gil asked, looking back at the TV, which was still in blue screen.

Sylvia walked over to the sofa, and found the remote. She turned the game on, before walking back towards Gil. Her steps were measured, but she crossed her feet slightly, so her hips, breasts, and shoulders swayed seductively. As she came up to him, she looked right at him.

"Pharmaceutical research. I'm not a medical practitioner, but I am good at collecting and analyzing data. I help as I can, and it pays well. I started working with that for while I was at UT. Big longitudinal study!" Sylvia stood right in front of him, her green eyes now piercing into Gil's eyes.

Gil began, “I gotta say, You are strikingly beautiful, Sylvia, and have an adventurous side, which is so different than how we met. Forgive my curiosity."

Sylvia looked at him, and then cracked a smile. "No prob. I don't mind. What else would you like to know?"

"Why do you dress so, um, conservatively? Since you drink, I’m not sure if religion is the reason.” Gil inquired.

Sylvia took another sip of her beer. “Oh, it’s not! I’m a Unitarian. No silly dogma here.” She turned to sit next to Gil on a stool. Her thighs brushed his legs, and he felt a slight thrill at the touch.

“I’m as feminist as you can imagine. Being an athlete is a certain expression of that. I like having a strong body image and figure, and I like being able to do what I want with it. My body is my own laboratory, too. I like testing what effect diet exercise, and rest have on my looks and health. I liked cheer squad. I was always a good gymnast and dancer, and fit my abilities and health goals. I’m also outgoing and an extrovert, so performing cheer in front of a big crowd was thrilling and fulfilling! Certainly you could argue that cheerleading pushes a lot of stereotypes about women, and objectifies them.” She arched her back slightly, so her magnificent breasts rose. Her nipples now seemed to be fully erect. Gil licked his lips. “I certainly didn’t help that with my looks, but I did start breaking through a few glass ceilings in that sport.”

“Tell me more.” Gil requested, cognizant now that he wasn’t making eye contact. He pulled the gauze down a little, so he could see her better, and she him.

“There you are!” Sylvia smiled and waved. She walked over to pick up the digital picture frame. Gil watched in delighted silence as her thick, tight figure moved. Her back and buttocks seemed to have their own fascinating, synchronized rhythm. If Dessa was one kind of strikingly beautiful athlete, Sylvia was something altogether different. Gil had never met a woman with such muscles. Her thick shoulders were as wide as his. She may have had bigger biceps, too. Her trunk-like thighs were certainly bigger than his. All of her muscles were well-defined, and she didn’t seem to have any body fat. Yet she was all woman. Gil marveled at the size of her breasts, barely contained in the shimmering halter top. Long, thick red hair framed a pretty face. She wasn’t wearing her glasses, so her bright green eyes shone.

Sylvia walked back with the frame, and caught Gil looking her body over. “You like my body, don't you!" she purred. He looked away in shame. "Don’t be ashamed. I’m not! I love how I look and feel in my body, and like sharing it." She smiled at him. "I like that you like looking at me. I also appreciate that you wanted to be my friend without knowing about my looks or past. Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Gil replied. "At the risk of objectifying you, I do like how your body looks!"

She smiled brightly. "Thanks. I dressed this way for a reason in college. We can't deny our nature. Men do like sexy women. Sex sells, and I was a big part of that. I accepted my role.” She stopped, put the frame down, and gave a seductive smile. The she and posed for him. Gil’s heart stopped at her double bicep and most-muscular poses. “Powerful can be sexy, right?” she asked coyly.

“No crap!” Gil exclaimed without thinking. “Oh, sorry, language.”

“Ha, ha! That’s alright. I heard a lot worse standing on the sidelines. You know who curses worse than angry coaches? Sylvia asked.

“Angry fans?” Gil guessed.

“No, Angry boosters, especially when I rejected the ones that wanted me to follow them to their lux box and have me take my top off for them! I drew the line there!” She said cooly.

The silence that followed was awkward for Gil. Gil understood from Dessa how hard it was to be a beautiful, sexy, and athletic woman, and try to be accepted for who she was, and not for her looks.

“So, is the full clothing you wear just a statement, or a way to take that topic off the table?” Gil inquired.

“Both!” Sylvia quickly replied. “Dessa warned me you were sharp. Either that, or she’s trained you well.” Sylvia smirked, sitting back down next to Gil.

“Both!” Gil replied.

Sylvia turned the frame to menu, and selected a file. She said, “I’m a woman scientist in a field where you don’t find many women, and most of the men are nerdy, sheltered, or come from cultural patriarchies. The men I work with almost all don’t know how to deal with a woman who is gorgeous, and as smart, if not smarter, than they are. They have fragile egos, and when those fail, they default to the kind of sexist behavior you would expect from nerdy, sheltered, chauvinists. I used to get hit on mercilessly! Do you remember that video of the woman who dressed sexy and walked down the street in New York as an experiment?

“Yeah, she was harassed constantly!” Gil stated. “Then she put a hajib on, and it was like she disappeared, or worse, appeared as a threatening Muslim. No hassles after that!”

“Yep, dressing so no skin shows takes all that objectivizing off the table. Then the men just have to deal with my super brain!” she smiled. “Not tonight though. Tonight is all about letting it all out. So, here is how I broke those ceilings at UT.”

Sylvia scrolled through a slide show of images from her cheerleading years. It was obvious she was bigger and stronger that the girls, and some of the boys, on the team. Still, she was cute and sexy, and could do stunts, tumbles, and lifts the other girls couldn’t. She said they all had a lot of fun, and she enjoyed her experience, in spite of the obnoxious boosters. She was also a grad assistant coach while she worked on her master’s, which helped with the bills. She looked hot in her coaches’ hot shorts and tight polo shirt.

She explained that during her Junior year, she sprained her ankle early in the football season. Her rehab was intense, and she discovered how all of the extra weightlifting improved her already strong figure. Thus she became a bodybuilder and did some powerlifting, too. She still couldn’t do stunt cheer until her ankle fully healed, so she did dance and pom during the basketball season. She went back to competitive stunt her Senior year.

“That’s where I got these poms and top from. This was the dance uniform my Junior year." Again she arched her back. Gil's stared at her magnificent breasts. He could hear the fabric stretching! She smiled slyly, biting her lower lip, before continuing: "I had to let out the top a little, since I added a few inches of muscle to my chest, and a couple cup sizes thanks to my plastic surgeon friend. Still pretty tight, though.” she said, as she grimaced and adjusted the top. “Pants are new. My thicker thighs and ass would have split my old dance pants, for sure!”

“Is that why you asked me to bring the camera?” Gil asked. Before Sylvia could answer, the doorbell rang. Sylvia reached behind the counter, and pulled out a new SD flash drive card, still in the package.

“Yes, but two things: One, you have to use my drive, and promise to surrender the pictures all to me. No hiding any pics on your internal memory, OK?” Sylvia asked, though it sounded more like an order. Gil sensed she was serious about her privacy, much like Dessa was.

“OK, fair enough. What else?” Gil asked.

“And B: put your costume back on. It’s very sexy-menacing!” Sylvia purred, squeezing his arm as she walked to the door. She opened the door and cheered, again. In came a couple dressed as a Sultan and Genie! Only, the woman was the Sultan! Gil put his sunglasses and hat back on, and opened the flash drive package, before inserting it into the camera.

---

The evening continued brightly. A few more guests arrived in a variety of costumes. Even Sylvia’s lab partner, Kim, arrived, dressed as Mr. Spock. Sylvia rolled her eyes at the dour, chubby, bald scientist in the iconic science fiction outfit. All appeared to be close friends of Sylvia, and not shocked at all by Sylvia’s muscular body or racy costume.

Gil engaged in polite conversation, occasionally stopping to snap a shot of the activity, or costumes. Just before the game started, Sylvia got everyone together for a group shot, then some cheer practice, and a rousing version of “The Eyes of Texas”. Gil didn’t have a lot of time to go to games in school, so he did his best to follow along. He took a quick picture of Sylvia and the others on his phone, and texted it to Dessa. Dessa didn’t reply. Gil figured she was out on the town.

When the game started, Gil helped Sylvia bring some chairs and snacks to the coffee table. Everyone found a seat, and the mood was charged with excitement. The game was close through one quarter. Sylvia would bounce up every good play, just like she did on the sidelines. At commercial breaks, she would lead a few cheers, some of them a bit raunchy, which got everyone laughing.

At one point, a man of Indian background named Chowdry asked Gil, "So how do you know SEEElvEEEa?"

"Oh, I have my shop right next door to her lab! She and Kim often sit in the yard between to eat their lunch, and we met there. It's nice to know her!" Gil offered.

"Ah, yes, I'm sure. Are you going to be her boyfriend?" Chowdry asked with a knowing smile.

"No, I'm engaged. My fiancé is out of town this weekend." Gil answered, now feeling some unease with Chowdry. He slipped up closer to Gil, and looked around to see if anyone was listening.

"So, GEEEL" Chowdry asked in a soft thick accent, "Has Sylvia asked you to participate in the, erm, research project?" Chowdry leaned in close, acting much like Kramer on Seinfeld when he had a scheme.

"Uh, no, we're just friends." Gil said, trying to slip away.

"InDEEED!" Chowdry said, turning back to the game.

Gil excused himself, and went to the kitchen to clear his head. Sylvia was there. "That Chowdry is an odd fellow." he said.

Sylvia was busy preparing more snacks. "Yeah, another scientist with weak people skills."

"Not like you!" Gil said with a bit of sarcasm.

Sylvia's eyes flashed, and she pursed her lips, before punching him playfully on the arm. "Careful, mister, or I may take back that offer to ride with me!" she said, leaning in dangerously close.

A loud groan rose. The opponent, Texas Tech, got a couple of quick touchdowns. The air seemed to leave the room, but Sylvia still kept her spirits up, and try to lead a few more cheers. At halftime, though, it was plain to all that UT was still in “rebuilding” mode. Most of the guests made their apologies and thanks, before heading out. That left only Gil and Kim. Gil decided the party had run its course, and started to put his camera away. He took out the flash card from the camera, and handed it to Sylvia.

“Aw, leaving?” Sylvia asked with a mock pout. “Game’s still on…”

Gil considered the situation. He enjoyed being with the sexy Sylvia, but the humorless Kim hung around like a wet blanket.

“I should go.” Gil said, as he unwrapped the gauze from his head. Sylvia sidled up next to Gil, and wrapped her left arm around his waist, her right on his chest. Gil’s heart suddenly raced.

“Hey, would you mind taking a few pictures of me posing?” Sylvia asked, with a bright smile. “I was hoping you could document my figure some. While I was home, I won the Texas State Bodybuilding Championships! I’d like to get some pics while I’m still tanned and cut.”

That explained the tan to Gil, and her definition. “Sure. Let me have that card back!”

Kim sat on the couch, munching snacks while watching the game. He muttered about the odds of a particular play, and looked to be studying his fantasy football notes for the pro games the next day on his phone. Gil asked Sylvia if he could move a few furnishings, and adjust the lights. Kim just sat, complaining that the activity was getting in the way of his viewing. When Gil asked Kim if he could help slide the sofa over, Kim finally got his jacket, and stomped out the door in a huff.

“Sorry, he’s a bit of a prima donna.” Sophia smiled. "I'll talk to him Monday about his manners!" She turned on her audio system, selecting some thumping house music. She took her pom poms, and began to sway to the music, before dropping into an energetic dance routine. Gil started clicking his shutter. It was obvious to him that Sylvia was an expert dancer, and took some stunning photos. Then she came close to him, seductively turned, and shook her ample backside. Gil clicked the shutter one more time!

Sylvia finished her dance routine, barely even breathing hard. "Let's see the pictures!"

Gil stood beside her, scrolling though the view screen on the camera.

"Oh, these are great! I love this one!" Sylvia pointed to the last one, of her backside. "Do you want to take a few more?"

"Sure!" Gil said happily. He was enjoying this experience.

"I'd like to change to a different cheer outfit!" Sylvia stated. "Why don't you watch the game for a bit while I change."

Gil sat, smiling happily as he watched Sylvia's sexy form walk towards a bedroom behind.

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Gil was stunned. He figured Sylvia was a strong, independent, athletic woman, but nothing prepared him for what he was looking at before him. Sylvia’s muscles and hourglass figure were captivating. She bounded over to him and gave him a big hug. Gil got a face full of very red hair, and a torso full of very large and firm breasts. She smelled lovely.

“Wow!” He said again. “This is quite the outfit.” Sylvia, still beaming, stepped back waving her pom-poms overhead. “You look great!” Where did you get the costume?”

Sylvia put her hands on her hips, and gave him a pert look. “This isn’t a costume, mister. I was a cheerleader at UT for 4 years!”

Gil’s mouth opened in shock. "Whoa! No kidding? You are full of surprises!" Sylvia could see that Gil was flummoxed, so she invited Gil into her condo. She put her pom-poms down on the kitchen counter. Gil looked around. Everything was stylish and modern. “Nice place you have!” he said.

“Thanks! Not much on small talk, I see!” Sylvia quipped with a wry grin. “Want a drink? I have beer and wine!”

“Beer, please!” Gil put his camera bag on the counter next to the pom-poms, and took his jacket off. "Sorry, let's just say I wasn't expecting to see you dressed like this at all."

“I do like to surprise people! Jackets can go in the spare bedroom on the right.” Sylvia said. On the way to the bedroom, Gil looked around. There weren't a lot of personal effects visible, save a large bookcase stuffed with books and papers, and a digital picture frame. Most of the books were mathematics and science books. There was also a shelf full of pulp mystery paperbacks. The spare bedroom had just a dresser, night stand, and a small bed.

He came back into the living room, still wearing the gauze and hat. “Aren’t you warm in that?” Sylvia asked.

“Nothing a cold beer can’t fix!” Gil laughed, and then sat on a stool at the counter. Sylvia reached an open Shiner Bock across the counter, wrapped in a UT Koozy. He offered the bottle up for a toast, and she klinked her bottle back. “To a fun evening!” Gil suggested. He took a swig of his beer.

“Oh yeah, It’s gonna be crazy!” Sylvia smiled, and she took a sip, before leaning forward on the counter. Gil got a good look at some deep cleavage. “I’ll bet you have a few questions.”

"Is that your Vette out front?" Gil asked, taking another pull on his beer.

"Oh yes, my baby! It's a ZR-1!" Sylvia said smiling.

"Nice! I've never been in one. Fun drive?" Gil asked.

"Oh yeah! I got to take it out for a few laps at Michigan International Speedway. Got it up to 200 on the front stretch!" Sylvia smiled again. "I have a video if you want to see the lap. Maybe I can let you drive, if you behave!" Sylvia looked at Gil with a flirty smile.

"Sure, why not? Wish I could afford one..." Gil left that hanging, to see if he got any answer as to how a research scientist could afford the car.

Sylvia looked knowingly at Gil. "I'm a DINK, so I can splurge once in a while. I work another research project on the side. Obviously I don't spend a lot on wardrobe. Putting all of that cash aside for a rainy day."

"Is that the project in Chicago?" Gil asked.

Sylvia took a drink, but Gil could see he had struck on something. Her body language had tensed just a little. "Yeah, I go down there about once a month."

"What kind of research?" Gil asked, looking back at the TV, which was still in blue screen.

Sylvia walked over to the sofa, and found the remote. She turned the game on, before walking back towards Gil. Her steps were measured, but she crossed her feet slightly, so her hips, breasts, and shoulders swayed seductively. As she came up to him, she looked right at him.

"Pharmaceutical research. I'm not a medical practitioner, but I am good at collecting and analyzing data. I help as I can, and it pays well. I started working with that for while I was at UT. Big longitudinal study!" Sylvia stood right in front of him, her green eyes now piercing into Gil's eyes.

Gil began, “I gotta say, You are strikingly beautiful, Sylvia, and have an adventurous side, which is so different than how we met. Forgive my curiosity."

Sylvia looked at him, and then cracked a smile. "No prob. I don't mind. What else would you like to know?"

"Why do you dress so, um, conservatively? Since you drink, I’m not sure if religion is the reason.” Gil inquired.

Sylvia took another sip of her beer. “Oh, it’s not! I’m a Unitarian. No silly dogma here.” She turned to sit next to Gil on a stool. Her thighs brushed his legs, and he felt a slight thrill at the touch.

“I’m as feminist as you can imagine. Being an athlete is a certain expression of that. I like having a strong body image and figure, and I like being able to do what I want with it. My body is my own laboratory, too. I like testing what effect diet exercise, and rest have on my looks and health. I liked cheer squad. I was always a good gymnast and dancer, and fit my abilities and health goals. I’m also outgoing and an extrovert, so performing cheer in front of a big crowd was thrilling and fulfilling! Certainly you could argue that cheerleading pushes a lot of stereotypes about women, and objectifies them.” She arched her back slightly, so her magnificent breasts rose. Her nipples now seemed to be fully erect. Gil licked his lips. “I certainly didn’t help that with my looks, but I did start breaking through a few glass ceilings in that sport.”

“Tell me more.” Gil requested, cognizant now that he wasn’t making eye contact. He pulled the gauze down a little, so he could see her better, and she him.

“There you are!” Sylvia smiled and waved. She walked over to pick up the digital picture frame. Gil watched in delighted silence as her thick, tight figure moved. Her back and buttocks seemed to have their own fascinating, synchronized rhythm. If Dessa was one kind of strikingly beautiful athlete, Sylvia was something altogether different. Gil had never met a woman with such muscles. Her thick shoulders were as wide as his. She may have had bigger biceps, too. Her trunk-like thighs were certainly bigger than his. All of her muscles were well-defined, and she didn’t seem to have any body fat. Yet she was all woman. Gil marveled at the size of her breasts, barely contained in the shimmering halter top. Long, thick red hair framed a pretty face. She wasn’t wearing her glasses, so her bright green eyes shone.

Sylvia walked back with the frame, and caught Gil looking her body over. “You like my body, don't you!" she purred. He looked away in shame. "Don’t be ashamed. I’m not! I love how I look and feel in my body, and like sharing it." She smiled at him. "I like that you like looking at me. I also appreciate that you wanted to be my friend without knowing about my looks or past. Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Gil replied. "At the risk of objectifying you, I do like how your body looks!"

She smiled brightly. "Thanks. I dressed this way for a reason in college. We can't deny our nature. Men do like sexy women. Sex sells, and I was a big part of that. I accepted my role.” She stopped, put the frame down, and gave a seductive smile. The she and posed for him. Gil’s heart stopped at her double bicep and most-muscular poses. “Powerful can be sexy, right?” she asked coyly.

“No crap!” Gil exclaimed without thinking. “Oh, sorry, language.”

“Ha, ha! That’s alright. I heard a lot worse standing on the sidelines. You know who curses worse than angry coaches? Sylvia asked.

“Angry fans?” Gil guessed.

“No, Angry boosters, especially when I rejected the ones that wanted me to follow them to their lux box and have me take my top off for them! I drew the line there!” She said cooly.

The silence that followed was awkward for Gil. Gil understood from Dessa how hard it was to be a beautiful, sexy, and athletic woman, and try to be accepted for who she was, and not for her looks.

“So, is the full clothing you wear just a statement, or a way to take that topic off the table?” Gil inquired.

“Both!” Sylvia quickly replied. “Dessa warned me you were sharp. Either that, or she’s trained you well.” Sylvia smirked, sitting back down next to Gil.

“Both!” Gil replied.

Sylvia turned the frame to menu, and selected a file. She said, “I’m a woman scientist in a field where you don’t find many women, and most of the men are nerdy, sheltered, or come from cultural patriarchies. The men I work with almost all don’t know how to deal with a woman who is gorgeous, and as smart, if not smarter, than they are. They have fragile egos, and when those fail, they default to the kind of sexist behavior you would expect from nerdy, sheltered, chauvinists. I used to get hit on mercilessly! Do you remember that video of the woman who dressed sexy and walked down the street in New York as an experiment?

“Yeah, she was harassed constantly!” Gil stated. “Then she put a hajib on, and it was like she disappeared, or worse, appeared as a threatening Muslim. No hassles after that!”

“Yep, dressing so no skin shows takes all that objectivizing off the table. Then the men just have to deal with my super brain!” she smiled. “Not tonight though. Tonight is all about letting it all out. So, here is how I broke those ceilings at UT.”

Sylvia scrolled through a slide show of images from her cheerleading years. It was obvious she was bigger and stronger that the girls, and some of the boys, on the team. Still, she was cute and sexy, and could do stunts, tumbles, and lifts the other girls couldn’t. She said they all had a lot of fun, and she enjoyed her experience, in spite of the obnoxious boosters. She was also a grad assistant coach while she worked on her master’s, which helped with the bills. She looked hot in her coaches’ hot shorts and tight polo shirt.

She explained that during her Junior year, she sprained her ankle early in the football season. Her rehab was intense, and she discovered how all of the extra weightlifting improved her already strong figure. Thus she became a bodybuilder and did some powerlifting, too. She still couldn’t do stunt cheer until her ankle fully healed, so she did dance and pom during the basketball season. She went back to competitive stunt her Senior year.

“That’s where I got these poms and top from. This was the dance uniform my Junior year." Again she arched her back. Gil's stared at her magnificent breasts. He could hear the fabric stretching! She smiled slyly, biting her lower lip, before continuing: "I had to let out the top a little, since I added a few inches of muscle to my chest, and a couple cup sizes thanks to my plastic surgeon friend. Still pretty tight, though.” she said, as she grimaced and adjusted the top. “Pants are new. My thicker thighs and ass would have split my old dance pants, for sure!”

“Is that why you asked me to bring the camera?” Gil asked. Before Sylvia could answer, the doorbell rang. Sylvia reached behind the counter, and pulled out a new SD flash drive card, still in the package.

“Yes, but two things: One, you have to use my drive, and promise to surrender the pictures all to me. No hiding any pics on your internal memory, OK?” Sylvia asked, though it sounded more like an order. Gil sensed she was serious about her privacy, much like Dessa was.

“OK, fair enough. What else?” Gil asked.

“And B: put your costume back on. It’s very sexy-menacing!” Sylvia purred, squeezing his arm as she walked to the door. She opened the door and cheered, again. In came a couple dressed as a Sultan and Genie! Only, the woman was the Sultan! Gil put his sunglasses and hat back on, and opened the flash drive package, before inserting it into the camera.

---

The evening continued brightly. A few more guests arrived in a variety of costumes. Even Sylvia’s lab partner, Kim, arrived, dressed as Mr. Spock. Sylvia rolled her eyes at the dour, chubby, bald scientist in the iconic science fiction outfit. All appeared to be close friends of Sylvia, and not shocked at all by Sylvia’s muscular body or racy costume.

Gil engaged in polite conversation, occasionally stopping to snap a shot of the activity, or costumes. Just before the game started, Sylvia got everyone together for a group shot, then some cheer practice, and a rousing version of “The Eyes of Texas”. Gil didn’t have a lot of time to go to games in school, so he did his best to follow along. He took a quick picture of Sylvia and the others on his phone, and texted it to Dessa. Dessa didn’t reply. Gil figured she was out on the town.

When the game started, Gil helped Sylvia bring some chairs and snacks to the coffee table. Everyone found a seat, and the mood was charged with excitement. The game was close through one quarter. Sylvia would bounce up every good play, just like she did on the sidelines. At commercial breaks, she would lead a few cheers, some of them a bit raunchy, which got everyone laughing.

At one point, a man of Indian background named Chowdry asked Gil, "So how do you know SEEElvEEEa?"

"Oh, I have my shop right next door to her lab! She and Kim often sit in the yard between to eat their lunch, and we met there. It's nice to know her!" Gil offered.

"Ah, yes, I'm sure. Are you going to be her boyfriend?" Chowdry asked with a knowing smile.

"No, I'm engaged. My fiancé is out of town this weekend." Gil answered, now feeling some unease with Chowdry. He slipped up closer to Gil, and looked around to see if anyone was listening.

"So, GEEEL" Chowdry asked in a soft thick accent, "Has Sylvia asked you to participate in the, erm, research project?" Chowdry leaned in close, acting much like Kramer on Seinfeld when he had a scheme.

"Uh, no, we're just friends." Gil said, trying to slip away.

"InDEEED!" Chowdry said, turning back to the game.

Gil excused himself, and went to the kitchen to clear his head. Sylvia was there. "That Chowdry is an odd fellow." he said.

Sylvia was busy preparing more snacks. "Yeah, another scientist with weak people skills."

"Not like you!" Gil said with a bit of sarcasm.

Sylvia's eyes flashed, and she pursed her lips, before punching him playfully on the arm. "Careful, mister, or I may take back that offer to ride with me!" she said, leaning in dangerously close.

A loud groan rose. The opponent, Texas Tech, got a couple of quick touchdowns. The air seemed to leave the room, but Sylvia still kept her spirits up, and try to lead a few more cheers. At halftime, though, it was plain to all that UT was still in “rebuilding” mode. Most of the guests made their apologies and thanks, before heading out. That left only Gil and Kim. Gil decided the party had run its course, and started to put his camera away. He took out the flash card from the camera, and handed it to Sylvia.

“Aw, leaving?” Sylvia asked with a mock pout. “Game’s still on…”

Gil considered the situation. He enjoyed being with the sexy Sylvia, but the humorless Kim hung around like a wet blanket.

“I should go.” Gil said, as he unwrapped the gauze from his head. Sylvia sidled up next to Gil, and wrapped her left arm around his waist, her right on his chest. Gil’s heart suddenly raced.

“Hey, would you mind taking a few pictures of me posing?” Sylvia asked, with a bright smile. “I was hoping you could document my figure some. While I was home, I won the Texas State Bodybuilding Championships! I’d like to get some pics while I’m still tanned and cut.”

That explained the tan to Gil, and her definition. “Sure. Let me have that card back!”

Kim sat on the couch, munching snacks while watching the game. He muttered about the odds of a particular play, and looked to be studying his fantasy football notes for the pro games the next day on his phone. Gil asked Sylvia if he could move a few furnishings, and adjust the lights. Kim just sat, complaining that the activity was getting in the way of his viewing. When Gil asked Kim if he could help slide the sofa over, Kim finally got his jacket, and stomped out the door in a huff.

“Sorry, he’s a bit of a prima donna.” Sophia smiled. "I'll talk to him Monday about his manners!" She turned on her audio system, selecting some thumping house music. She took her pom poms, and began to sway to the music, before dropping into an energetic dance routine. Gil started clicking his shutter. It was obvious to him that Sylvia was an expert dancer, and took some stunning photos. Then she came close to him, seductively turned, and shook her ample backside. Gil clicked the shutter one more time!

Sylvia finished her dance routine, barely even breathing hard. "Let's see the pictures!"

Gil stood beside her, scrolling though the view screen on the camera.

"Oh, these are great! I love this one!" Sylvia pointed to the last one, of her backside. "Do you want to take a few more?"

"Sure!" Gil said happily. He was enjoying this experience.

"I'd like to change to a different cheer outfit!" Sylvia stated. "Why don't you watch the game for a bit while I change."

Gil sat, smiling happily as he watched Sylvia's sexy form walk towards a bedroom behind.

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