No, you can be a nice guy.

"Hey, no need to be hard on her," you say. "The game's pretty much over in any case. If she doesn't want to keep stripping, that's fine."

"Says you!" Janey exclaims. "I'm sittin' over here in my birthday suit, and I wanna at least see something new! Not like I haven't seen Francesca's boobs before."

"Yes, you may not care, but is it fair to us that not everyone has to strip?" Francesca complains. "I mean, getting naked isn't even that bad. Remember that time last year when Andy bet me to the rugby captain for a week?"

"Hahaha, that was your first gangbang, right?" Janey asks with a laugh.

"First and last. That fucking moron didn't think to put any limits on the bet so I ended up fucking the whole team." Francesca rolls her eyes. Chanelle is watching this exchange with wide, terrified eyes - and you yourself are pretty taken aback. The other men don't seem to be at all, but then, they're upper classmen...

"That was what finally made you ditch Andy, right?"

"Right. You're lucky with Harry - you got paired with a guy who isn't a complete moron. But the point is," Francesca continues, rounding on Chanelle once more, "the point is, little prude girl, your guy's going to rip those clothes off and ream you in front of someone eventually. It's just a matter of time."

"I mean, maybe not if he's gay or something," Janey mutters.

"I - I - he - we don't really know each other...yet..." Chanelle stammers.

Janey frowns. "Where is your guy, anyway?"

"He - he said he had something to do...that I was on my own during the weekends and he didn't care what I did...but I had to be there if he needed me during the week...but it's still Saturday so..."

"Hmmmm. Strange. I wonder what he is doing..." Francesca muses.

"Well, if he's not going to give her a good dicking to fuck the prude out of her, maybe we should do it here. Do you think they're taking volunteers for the Stud?" Janey asks.

"No, they don't do that, and besides - " Francesca's response is cut off by the music cutting off sharply and a voice coming over the sound system, squealing slightly with a burst of feedback.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming to the first Delta Omega Mu party of the school year! We're so thrilled that you could join us. As usual, our president - now Mr. James Harrison - would like to say a few words. Please, gather in the front foyer so that he can get this party officially staaaaaaaaaaaaarted!"

"All right! Main event," Harry says, standing up. "Nice to meet you all. Heck of a card player, Luke." Topher stands abruptly and begins walking directly toward the main hall. Harry watches him go with a sigh. "Fuckin' weirdo...anyway. Franny, Janey, shall we?"

"Well, lemme get a bit more modest...if only a bit," Janey says with a laugh, pulling her sundress back on without bothering with her bra or panties. Chanelle starts to reach for her shorts, but Francesca's hand flashes out and Chanelle lets out a little cry as the Italian girl grabs her hair.

"Listen to me, little Chanelle," Francesca says softly, leaning into the other girl's ear so that her breasts are pressed up against Chanelle's back. "You may think that you can stay safe and secure now, but it is only a matter of time. Better not to resist the idea that you are going to be made into a slut, and decide instead how you want to be one. Understand?"

"Y-yes," Chanelle whimpers.

"Good." Francesca releases the girl's hair, and Chanelle scrambles a few feet away, grabbing her shorts desperately. "You'll thank me eventually for the advice..."

"Oh come on, Franny, let's go," Janey says exasperatedly. Francesca shrugs, wiggles her curvy form back into her party dress, and joins Harry and Janey. "You're such a fuckin' psycho..." you hear Janey complain as the trio moves off.

You approach Chanelle as she finishes buttoning her shorts. "Hey, are you...are you ok - " you start to ask.

"No! No I'm not ok! That - that was - " Chanelle looks like she's on the verge of bursting into tears, but she just shakes her head angrily. "I'm gonna go. I need to meet my friend Amy. I don't wanna be here anymore."

"Sorry. I did try to help..."

"Well you did a shit job of it!" Chanelle exclaims angrily, stalking off. You wince.

"Nice to meet you!" you call pathetically after her. Then you sigh and head towards the foyer where everyone seems to be converging.