She's not going to back down.

{if Sluttery < 20}Heart racing, {endif}Nat nods. "You wanna pretend there's something special about the way you jack a guy off? Fine by me. Let's see it." There are some cheers from the guys at the table, and Nat sees Ricky grin out of the corner of her eye. {if Sluttery < 20}Her stomach is churning - does she really know enough to win this kind of contest??{elseif Sluttery > 40}She can feel a slight warmth between her legs at the thought of getting her hands on one of these guys' dicks.{endif}

"All right then, little slut. Choose your man," Faith sneers. "I've got mine right here." She wraps an arm around Chad's shoulders, scooting closer to him and laying her other hand delicately on his thigh, inches from his glistening cock.

Nat hesitates for a second, torn. The only other guys at the table are Ricky and the long-haired Damian, who still looks like he's trying to appear bored. On the one hand, it does seem like Ricky liked her earlier. And he's awfully cute. On the other hand...that's kind of intimidating...maybe she shouldn't do too much too soon with him? Who cares what Damian thinks?

Damian cleans his nails, looking studiously uninterested in her choice. Ricky, when she looks at him, just smiles at her{if Sluttery > 60}, and her cunt throbs in wanting{else}, and her stomach does a little flip{endif}.