She chooses Damian.

"I pick him," Nat says, pointing at Damian. She sees a look of surprise pass fleetingly across Ricky's face, but he just nods. Damian smirks and beckons her over as Irina rolls her eyes and edges away from him. Zoe pulls out her phone. Pointing it at the table, she starts talking - it seems like she's livestreaming, maybe on FukTok. "Hey y'all! I'm here at Meretrix Bridge and we're about to have an old-school HO-down!" She winks to the camera. "This little bitch thinks she can sit with us, so we're gonna see if she's actually got what it takes." She points the camera at Nat, who just glares at her. "She's going up against Faith which personally I would not do. My girl's got some incredible hands on her."

Faith winks. "You know it, honey." Natalie does her best to ignore their bantering as she stands and starts to pick up her chair to move closer to Damian.

"Sure you wouldn't rather be on your knees next to me?" he asks tauntingly as she hauls the chair around Ricky (who scoots out of her way) and Zoe (who absolutely does not). She scowls at him as she sets the chair down next to his.

"I'm good."

"Suit yourself. And feast your eyes..." He's gotten his pants undone, and fishes his cock out of his boxers. It's not incredibly long, but it is thick - one of the thicker ones she's seen. Nat's stomach {if Sluttery < 25}drops. Does she...actually have what it takes to pull this off?{elseif Sluttery < 60}drops. This could be tricky...but no matter.{else}flutters as the thought of that thick shaft stretching her cunt flits through her mind, unbidden, and she feels herself grow wet.{endif} Damian is grinning up at her expectantly.

"{if Sluttery < 25}Uh, yeah, it's...nice," Nat mutters, sitting down and scooting closer to him.{elseif Sluttery < 60}Hmmmm. Not bad," she says with a smirk as she sits down.{else}Nat can't help but bite her lip and grin back at him. "Fuck me, but that cock looks thick," she says. "Wouldn't mind that stretching out one of my holes..."{endif}

"{if Sluttery > 59}Focus, you stupid whore. {endif}Remember, hands only!" Faith snaps{if Sluttery > 59}, though she looks a bit nervous now{endif}. "Zoe, start us off?"

"All right, lady and bitch. You may put your hand on the cock, but don't move it until I say stroke." Faith wraps her fingers delicately around the base of Chad's shaft, and Nat takes hold of Damian's{if Sluttery < 30} with much less certainty{elseif Sluttery > 59}eagerly{endif}. It's warm and still more or less flaccid, but even so she feels like she can barely wrap her hand around it. It occurs to her that this contest isn't totally fair - after all, Faith's Whore has been sucking Chad off for the last few minutes - but she doesn't care. {if Sluttery < 60}She can win this. She believes in herself!{else}She's milked enough cocks to know she can win this.{endif}

"On your marks...get set...stroke!" Zoe calls, still filming. Both girls immediately set to.