She joins, Anna, Claire, and Beth.

Nat makes her way across the room and sits down with the other three girls with a smile. "Hey Claire, hey Beth! How are you two doing?" Anna, who's been in class with her all morning, scoots down the bench slightly to make room for her as Nat sits.

Claire shrugs. "Ok, I guess...not much to report. Poundwell brought in some volunteer blackbands so we got to practice shaving another girl's pubes in class. That was...kinda weird. But she said I did a good job, and one of the boys she brought in to be a judge ended up fucking the one I shaved, so I guess I must've..."

"Oh, I did that yesterday!" Beth exclaimed. She's clad in a crop top that's visibly straining to hold in her breasts and a skirt that definitely isn't long enough to keep her ass off the bench, but at least today - for a change - she doesn't have a thick coating of cum on her face. "It was so nice...the girl who was shaving me was real gentle, and it's like, hey! Free trim!"

Anna shakes her head. "Hopeless," she mutters. She turns to Nat. "How was your guidance meeting?{if Sluttery > 75} You fuck him?{else} He give you any good advice?{endif}"

"Uh, well." Nat clears her throat. "He said I should look into an extra-curricular program. For my college applications."

"Ooh yes, that's a good idea," Claire says. "They like that, I've heard."

Anna frowns. "Yeah, you don't have one? I'm surprised this never came up. You should definitely, like, join something."

"Do you have one?" Nat asks. "Why haven't I heard about this?"

Anna shrugs. "I'm on the Science Olympiad team. Mr. Filmore recruited me over the summer...recruited me direct to one of the player spots, too, I'm the only girl in the starting lineup. The other girls on the teams are all subs."

"Oh, like they play if one of the guys can't?" Claire asks.

"That, and they spend the practice sessions cockwarming to try to sharpen the guys' focus." The other girls nod.

"But there's no more spots on the team?" Nat asks.

"No, sorry," Anna says, shaking her head. "Full up - they did all the recruiting from people who were on their high school teams. A lot of bridge year extra-curriculars are like that...I guess the fact that you didn't do any of this stuff in high school means you're kinda stuck with what's left now."

"What about you?" Nat asks Claire.

"Oh, I'm in the Knitting Circle," she says brightly. "It's really fun! Do you knit?"

"No..."

"Oh." Claire's face falls slightly. "That might be a challenge...we just started yesterday, but the plans sound pretty ambitious...we're doing a big lingerie drive for this rural town in Alaska..."

"Knitted lingerie?" Anna snorts derisively.

"Hey, some of it looks pretty cute! And besides, the sluts up there get cold..."

"Sounds like my only options are the ones out on the bulletin board," Nat sighs.

"Which are?" Anna asks.

"Drama Club - they're doing Romeo & Juliet - or going out for the cheerleading squad."

"Oh, you should totally go out for cheerleading!" Claire says with a little squeal. "You're so friendly and peppy, you'd make a great cheerleader."

"Thanks," Nat says with a smile. "What do you think, Anna?"

Anna shrugs. {if Anna Distraction < 40}"I mean, do whatever you want. I'm sure you could rock either...and both have their risks.{else}"Personally, I suggest you try Drama Club...I feel like there's less chance of you getting gangbanged by the football team. But what do I know?{endif}" She takes a bite of her sandwich, then adds, "Though you know, Drama Club usually casts everyone in the show who auditions. So you'd at least get to say you did something, while with cheerleaders...I mean, they don't let everyone join!"

"Definitely do cheerleading, the cheer girls get to fuck the hottest guys," Beth says enthusiastically.

{if Sluttery > 80}Nat grins. "Oh, well, cheer definitely sounds enticing, then!"{else}"I, uh, I'm not sure that's the metric I should decide on," Nat mutters{if Sluttery > 50}, though she feels her pussy quiver slightly at the idea{endif}.{endif}

Their debate is broken by a sudden but firm throat-clearing from the end of the table. The four girls turn to look curiously at their visitor.