Play along with Anna

"Anna does know a lot about this stuff," Natalie informs Claire and Denise. "She's{if Intellect < 80}, like, really{else} pretty{endif} smart." She turns back to Anna. "What's my, uh. Profile?" she asks{if Sluttery < 40}, blushing{if Virgin=True}furiously{endif}{endif}.

"You?" Anna tilts her head. "You're...a classic girl-next-door type. Nice tits, good body, a sort of wholesome look. {if Slut_Clothes=True}Well, normally anyway," she adds, with a glance at Natalie's clothes. "But...{endif}Pretty much two ways that can go, and it depends on the guy."

"What are those?" Natalie asks, morbidly curious.

"Girlfriend or fucktoy," Anna says nonchalantly. "Some guys will see you and think you look so wholesome they just wanna be with you...be loved by you...hang out by the pool while you suck their dick, or whisk you away for a romantic anal pounding in Paris or whatever...and then the others will see you and think, 'I wanna turn her into a dirty whore.' Those're the ones who are gonna make you wear their cum, write on your body, that kinda thing." Anna smiles and reaches out, gently brushing Natalie's lips with her fingertips; Natalie shudders slightly, a delicious shiver running through her. "They'll start out asking you to wrap those sweet lips around their cock, then next thing you know they'll be holding you down while the fifth guy in line takes his turn with your tight little asshole, and the guy who talked you into it goes on about how he knew what a slut you really were." {if Sluttery > 40}Nat can't suppress a little moan at the mental image, and{elseif Virgin=False}Nat shivers slightly at the idea, letting out a slow exhale, and{else}Nat goes beet red, quaking like a leaf, and turns away from Anna to hide her face. The idea of...being pinned down, held naked while man after man sticks his cock in her ass...it's terrifying, and thrilling.{endif} Anna chuckles. "At least, that's what I'd guess." She sits back in her seat. "The trick is to learn to think like them."

Swallowing, Nat glances toward the back of the bus again. The stoner's pants are open and the girl Anna evicted is on her knees in the aisle, lapping at his balls while he jerks himself off over her face. For a few moments, the girls ride in relative silence, only the muffled moans of the girl with her panties in her mouth and the occasional groan of “Yeah, just like that” from the stoner cutting through the low murmur of conversation around them. {if Sluttery > 40}Natalie can’t get the vision of men running a train on her out of her mind, and she squirms slightly in her seat, aware of how wet she is.{endif}

“There’s gotta be a way to avoid random dicks pushing you into FES,” Claire mutters finally. “Without being, like, a social outcast, I mean.”

“Mmmm. In this world, Claire-Bear, I’m afraid it’s fuck or be fucked.” Anna examines her nails coolly. At the back of the bus, the girl she kicked out of her seat gags loudly as the stoner presses her head down onto his shaft.

They arrive at the school not long after, the bus pulling to a stop as students grab their bags. The red-band girl who was fucking her boyfriend wanders past, giggling stupidly as she leans on her boyfriend’s arm, apparently unconcerned by her lack of actual pants. The stoner walks out with a smirk, and the girl Anna kicked out comes slightly behind him. Her mascara’s run and, though she’s tried to clean her face, there’s still a few strands of cum in her hair and her shirt. She glares at Anna as she passes, a look Anna pointedly ignores.

“All right bitches, let’s go,” she says to Claire, Denise, and Natalie. “This Bridge School won’t know what hit ’em.” Shouldering her bag, she leads the way off the bus.