So this is like the first blog I have ever written because previously I felt there was not much I really wanted to say BUT, this story definitely has got to be told.

            In early Aug. of 2007 I was offered a job in a game called Second Life. It was offered by a long time friend and fellow gamer; he had bought a parcel of digital land inside the virtual world of Second Life and asked for my help to create a copy of The Louvree in France (that art gallery where the "Mona Lisa" is),  Being a digital media designer and video game developer I figured, what the hell-- why not. I signed up for a basic Free Account and began creating all sorts of wall textures and windows for my friend (in game known as Jacon Cortes). A few weeks later we had done it.  I was paid a nice sum of  Linden Dollars to have some fun with in the game. Naturally I sought out anything I could find about or to do with Cheerleading, but to my surprise, aside from one or two places, there was really nothing for cheerleaders to do or wear in the game. So I set out on my next project: create a formal Squad within the game for anyone and everyone to join and cheer. In my travels I met a few other people who also were cheerleading enthusiasts, some being former high school or college Cheerleaders and some just being, well… sick, depraved individuals who wanted nothing more then to act out their sick ,twisted fantasy of F***ing the head-cheerleader every which way from Sunday. In the end, I had to, well, just do as we all do: put up with it and keep on Cheerleading.

            Before long I realized that this digital world revolved in large part around sex, and that the only way to make a squad succeed where others had tried and failed, was to include some element of sex into the squad as a whole. Thus was born The Bimbo Cheerleaders (T.B.C., as the members called it). Pink and white seemed the colors of choice and the uniforms were simple: skirts just long enough to just cover an Avatar's ass (your digital character) but still short enough to show some digital panties. Yeah, I know… I lowered the standards for cheerleaders everywhere, and for that I am sorry. But, as you can imagine, the first Cheerleader Squad in Second Life -- started to take off so fast that in fact the group membership grew to over 150 in number nearly overnight. Since the uniforms were sold for 300$L (about 1.04$US), they were actually starting to generate some American dollars for myself and the guy who offered me space to sell them in his store. By no means was it enough to quit my day job, but it was enough to finance parties and Cheer-themed events for the squad in-game. However, once seeing how this was making money, the Store Owner started to want more and more of these Linden Dollars for himself rather then use the money to expand and get more cheerleading stuff created. "No, stop making uniforms and start making me Sex Toys so I can fuck the cheerleaders all day long in the game and make a fortune" he said. He requested such items as anal butt plugs, prim cum, sex beds, fucking machines, and everything in-between; he wanted everything. So I created my own line of adult themed products I called "BIMBO TOYZ". Unfortunately, before long he started thinking of the Bimbo
Cheerleaders as his own private escort squad that he could pimp out to others in-game, rather then a group for girls to join and perhaps have fun with their time on Second Life--.

            It was not long after this that, well (and I hate to say it) but I lost some of that Cheerleader Spirit which had made The Bimbo Cheerleaders a fun and cool Group to be a part of. Shortly thereafter I decided to just quit giving this degenerate a private source of income and sexual gratification by disbanding the Squad. I did this by ejecting every member from the group and closing up enrollment for the public,  leaving myself and this pervert (who would refer to himself as a "GOD COCK") as the sole members.

            Backlash and fighting then occurred. I found myself up against a wall. Everything from uniform designs, group logos, and even the sex toys I had created were now being sold by this God Prick for his sole financial gain. He continued to try and ruin every part of the Second Life game for me by calling me a "whore", "thief", "slut", and every other name in the 4-letter-word dictionary; this  effectively ruined the image of Cheerleading I had tried so hard to create in the game. A friend then entered the picture and rescued the situation: the one, true, Bimbo Princess! She was a woman who had been around for a while in Second Life and knew exactly what to do in order to beat this Pimp at his own game. The Bimbo Cheerleaders was reborn under her coaching: Our locker room was rebuilt, and a new store to get Uniforms in-game, called the SL Cheerleading Network, was created. This store was not just for the Bimbo Cheerleaders but for all Designers, Cheerleaders, and Animators who, as a whole, wanted to expand the face of True Cheerleading across the digital world of Second Life! S.L.C.N. Brought together the BEST and brightest of all Digital Designers with one goal in mind: Show everyone in-world that Cheerleaders are more then something you just had to F**K, but instead are a force to be reckoned with!

 But now it's just too late for me to write any more, and so I will stop here for now. But there is more to the story. Thanks for taking the time to read this.

Cheergirl Allen

Head Cheerleader

The Bimbo Cheerleaders of Second Life