She complains to Coach Trave.

Another boy walking by slaps her ass, making Nat jump again. Screw this! she thinks angrily. They can't just...treat us like meat. Turning, she hurries out of the showers, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her body as she goes.

She can see Coach Trave sitting behind his desk through the large glass windows that look into his office from the hallway. She barely knocks on the door as she pushes it open. "Coach!"

The burly man looks up, one eyebrow raised quizzically. "What is it?"

"Coach, the showers are a...a mess!" Nat exclaims. "This thing where everyone showers together is crazy!"

"What? Why?" Trave puts the file he's looking at down and stands, looking concerned.

"The boys are all over the girls in there! Grabbing them, groping them...and then some people are actually just doing it in the showers!"

Trave snorts. "Wait. Hold on. You're here complaining to me because some boy pinched your ass in the showers?"

"Well...not just me, but - yes!" Nat says{if Sluttery < 30}, blushing{endif}. She crosses her arms above her towel defensively as Trave walks over to her, shaking his head.

"Jesus motherfuckin' Christ...the things I gotta put up with. What's your name again? Natalie, right?" She nods. "All right, listen, Natalie. Boys are gonna be boys - they grope, they fuck. That's what they do. And girls are girls! You got nice curves, warm holes, and you're weak, naturally submissive. You get groped and fucked. That's pretty much how things are. I mean, look at you!" Faster than she can prevent, Coach Trave reaches up and pulls her towel away, tossing it to the far side of his office. Natalie gasps as the cool air hits her skin suddenly, shockingly, {if Sluttery > 40}and she feels her cunt throb and moisten{elseif Sluttery >20}and she covers her crotch with one hand, staring up at him{else}and she squeals and tries to cover her breasts with one hand while she squeezes her legs closed and protects herself with the other{endif}. Trave shakes his head, eyes roaming up and down her body. "You look to be in fine shape - healthy tits, nicely shaped ass, got some curve but not too much fat. You're a prime specimen of a young woman! This is the problem with girls today: you're all unable to accept healthy sexual interest from young men. I blame the fact that we don't rate you anymore. Time was, on the first day like this part of my job was rating you girls. I mean, you..." He reaches out and{if Sluttery < 21}, pulling her arms out of the way with iron muscles,{endif} squeezes Nat's breasts, one thumb flicking over her nipple. Nat {if Sluttery > 40}gasps, mouth dropping open as her eyes glaze over slightly{elseif Sluttery > 20}whimpers slightly as her nipple comes erect{else}yelps, startled by the sudden contact, and jerks against his grip, but it's no use{endif}. Trave turns her around and, still {if Sluttery <21}restraining her arms, {else}groping one tit{endif}, grabs a handful of her ass. "Yeah, that's what I thought. This quality, these proportions...you're a 7, girl, easily. Maybe an 8! And you could get higher depending on how good a lay you are. See, back then every girl knew where she stood, so she knew how much she had to do to improve her ranking. Or maintain it...it made everyone's roles a lot simpler. Sure, some of those boys might wanna take you for a spin, but that's a good thing, you know! Everyone gets something: they get to use your body, and you get to practice how to be a better girl. Quid pro quo."

He sighs. "But nowadays that's only happening on social media and whatnot...Christ, it makes me feel old. Anyway, my point is that you gotta just accept that this sorta thing is gonna happen. It's natural. Hell, it's good for you! Your body knows it, even if you don't." His hand on her ass slides forward, slipping between her legs and rubbing along her {if Sluttery > 40}soaking{else}shamefully{endif} wet lips. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You ready to apologize for kicking up such a fuss, you little tease?"

Nat {if Sluttery > 80}is nearly delirious from the way he's been groping her - much firmer than the boys her age have been. She has _every _intention of apologizing.{elseif Sluttery > 40}moans as he rubs her empty, aching pussy. Fuck...I should apologize...he's right, this is just how it goes...{elseif Sluttery > 20}squirms, fighting with her own brain. I shouldn't have to apologize...unless he's right? Should I just accept that this will happen? Mmmm, it does feel good...maybe he is right...maybe it's a good thing...{else}writhes as his rough fingers fondle her pussylips. No! I...I shouldn't have to..."apologize" to him for this...it's not right...but...I don't want to cause trouble...{endif}