Sloane's POV
I recognized them right away.
It was the same group of cheerleaders from last night, the ones who had been drunk.
Now, they were strutting out in full uniform, all cleaned up and looking sharp.
Each of them wore their hair in a high, neat ponytail that showed off their smooth, youthful foreheads.
Their cropped tops and pleated skirts that barely covered their upper thighs highlighted their figures in all the right ways.
Especially Emily, the girl at the front of the group. Her cleavage was just as outrageous as the night before. The two small openings on her top exposed such a generous view that you could practically see most of her breasts.
Her skirt couldn't even fully contain her curvy hips. The lacy edges of her black safety shorts peeked out from beneath, deliberat
