Heather leaned forward and rested her forearms on her thighs, tilting her head to the side as she watched the two stragglers make their way in.  Her large breasts hung down, a bead of sweat dripped down between them.  She smiled briefly, and waited for the show to get started.<br/><br/>It almost looked as though one of the girls were about to say something to her, but stopped.  She looked familiar, however.  Much to Heather's dismay, she was unable to put a name to the face.  Although she found it odd that she caught herself checking out the smaller cup size she evidentally wore.  She wasn't sure why, but she found small tits attractive and fitting for the girl, and left it at that.<br/><br/>Just then, an older lady walked in from outside.  She looked to be in her mid 30's,  and in quite good physical condition.<br/><br/>"Here we go..." whispered the blue haired vixen under her breath.<br/><br/>"Okay girls.  Lets get this show on the road!  Up first we have..." the red haired lady takes a moment to read over her notepad.  "Emma?  Do we have an Emma?  Go ahead honey, get up here and recite our signature cheer, and show us your best backflip!"  the lady skimmed over the bleachers to see if anyone would answer her.