The Varsity Secret,Paid to Cheer, Forced to Kneel

I took a gig as a college cheerleader just to cover my living expenses. The pay was insane—twenty grand a month.

I never imagined that our job wasn’t just hyping up the crowd on the court.

Behind closed doors, we were expected to take care of the players’ private needs.

Staring into their lust-filled eyes, my trembling hands slowly let go of my skirt...

It all started when my dad was in a brutal car crash. The emergency surgeries and hospital bills wiped out every last cent of our family savings.

He couldn’t work anymore and had to rely on disability checks.