Join Ricky and his friends.

Steeling herself, Nat heads over to where Ricky and his friends are sitting. Bridge Year's all about making new friends, right? He smiles up at her as she approaches.

"Hey," he says. He's so cute.

"Hey yourself," Nat replies{if Virgin=True}, then clears her throat in an attempt to take the squeak out of it{endif}. "Mind if I join you?"

He glances around at his friends. "I mean, fine by me. Guys, this is Nat, she's my lab partner from Chem." The other people at the table make various noises of disinterested assent as Nat scoots into a seat. As she looks around now, she realizes that this group of people is not just good-looking; they're clearly all from money. Their clothes are brand-new and, she's pretty sure, tailored in at least a couple of cases. One of the guys has a very flashy wristwatch, and the girls are wearing what look like real diamond jewelry. Nat clears her throat, suddenly very conscious of her {if Slut_Clothes=True}lackluster slutwear{else}clean but definitely used clothing{endif}.

"So, uh. What are your names?" she asks awkwardly.

The group exchanges amused glances, as though this question is very funny. "Uh, I'm Chad," the guy sitting across from her says, smirking and extending a hand to her. He's got blonde, curly hair and is muscularly built. When she awkwardly takes his hand he seizes hers firmly and pulls her forward, rising up from his seat to {if Slut_Clothes=True}push two fingers from his other hand into her surprised mouth. "Hmmm. Not bad," he comments as he releases her and sits back down.{else}lean forward and kiss her firmly on the mouth. Nat squeaks slightly in surprise{if Sluttery > 40}, then softens into the kiss with a little moan{endif}. "Nice lips," he comments as he releases her and sits down{endif}.

"Don't be a dick, Chad," Ricky says mildly. "That's Damian over there - " A bored-looking boy with shoulder-length dark hair and a hawk-like nose gives her a disinterested wave. " - and Irina." A statuesque blonde girl gives Nat a thin smile. "And this is Zoe," he concludes, gesturing to a willowy Black girl sitting next to him. Zoe gives Nat a nod, unsmiling, and tucks some of her weave over her shoulder.

"Nice to meet you all," Nat says, feeling about an inch tall. "I...I love your necklace," she offers to Irina.

"Mmm," the girl says, fingering the diamond at its bottom. "Yes. And I love your...{if Slut_Clothes=True}thong. Very 'use me harder, Daddy.'{else}whole look. Very 'TJ Maxx chic.'{endif}"

Nat flushes bright pink as the other kids, aside from Ricky, laugh. She's trying to formulate a response when a hand taps her on the shoulder. "Excuse me. You're in my seat."

Turning in her chair, Nat's breath catches. Standing behind her, clad in a short, white sundress decorated with pink flowers, is a breathtakingly beautiful girl. She's Korean, slender and medium height, with long hair that she's put a little wave into so that it cascades down around her shoulders and past her red choker. Her makeup seems impossibly perfect. It's only after taking that all in that Nat realizes that this new girl is both frowning at her and holding a leash in her hand, the other end of which is connected to a girl standing behind her. The second girl, pimply and slightly disheveled-looking, has lank brown hair and is wearing a baggy sweatshirt that comes nearly to her knees. Her hands are bound behind her and, most startlingly, she's wearing a black silicone ring gag.

"Sorry, what?" Nat stammers.

The Korean girl rolls her eyes. "God, you {if Slut_Clothes=True}sluts{else}people{endif} always need everything explained twice. That's my - oh, never mind." She grabs a chair from another table and drags it over, sitting down next to Chad. "I'm Faith Kim. Who the hell are you?"

"Uh. Natalie...Pierce," Nat mutters. "Sorry I...took your seat?"

"Bitch, whatever." Faith turns to Chad. "Hi baby." They lean forward and kiss deeply. Ricky chuckles and Damian cheers. "You want some sugar?"

"Fuck yeah," Chad breathes. He starts to open his pants, and Faith tugs the girl on the leash closer. Nat is a bit confused; the girl's wearing a wide green collar.

"Sorry, who's...?" Nat trails off.

"What? Oh, this is Macy, but you can just call her Faith's Whore." Faith's dragged the gagged girl to her knees, and, handling her by the hair, pushes her mouth onto Chad's cock. There's a wet **** sound as he hits the back of her throat, and Chad groans slightly. Faith rolls her eyes. "God, this one still needs work."

"Why is she...?"

Damian laughs. "I don't think she's ever seen a surrogate before," he snickers.

Zoe snorts. "Just takes all her dick herself, I guess.{if Slut_Clothes=True} I mean, makes sense. Look at her, she's begging for it.{endif}"

Nat flushes again. "Oh. Oh. So she's - ?"

"My surrogate, yes. I pay her good money to stick with me and keep my boyfriend's dick happy. Get down there, you useless slut, don't make me do all the work!" Faith pushes down on Macy's head again, and the girl chokes and bucks slightly as Chad's dick goes deeper into her throat.

Irina laughs. "Look at Nat, she looks like a deer in headlights. Really, Ricky, you've got to stop picking up strays like this. The little sluts are never actually happy hanging out with us, our worlds are too different."

Nat flushes again, this time with anger. Ok, this is all new to her - that's true. And she was startled to see a green-band girl being used like a black-band, even if it makes a little more sense now. But she doesn't deserve to be mocked like this. She hesitates, right on the edge of confronting these obnoxious rich kids.