She says nothing to these jerks.

Natalie swallows, trying to think of something to say. "I...I..." She hesitates. If I fight back...they might just end up keeping me from making any friends here. She stalls, not certain what to do.

Faith laughs. "See, this is why these working-class bitches might as well just keep a gag in the whole time...their mouths are only good for sucking cock in any case."

"I don't know if that's true," Ricky objects.

"Puh-leeze, Ricky, we don't need your faux-working-class-solidarity schtick right now," Faith says with a dramatic sigh. "The simple fact of the matter is that girls who don't fuck as much have brains that work better, so they get farther in life, so they make money. Then all that gets passed on. Meanwhile sows like these two get fucked." She gestures at Natalie and Faith's Whore, still bobbing up and down on Chad's dick. "I mean that's just like their role. That's Social Darwinism. It's kind of sad but it's just like a whole thing."

"Wasn't Social Darwinism sort of a whole Nazi thing?" Zoe mutters.

"Ok my gosh fine whatever the point is that there are two kinds of women in this world: the ones who are gonna do something with their lives, and the ones who are gonna get pumped full of cum. You ever gotten cum in?" Zoe shrugs noncommittally. "Exactly. My pussy works just as well as any girl's - it's good, right baby?"

"Oh, fuck yeah," Chad gasps as he pumps his hips into Faith's Whore's mouth. "That was a great birthday. Wish you'd let me cum in you though."

"You know the rules, honey. That's what the Whore is for." Faith pecks him on the cheek playfully. "Speaking of, wanna fuck her ass?" Chad nods frantically and Faith, snake-like, darts a hand down to pull Macy up off his dick. She pushes the other girl down onto the table and unceremoniously pulls her sweatshirt up, exposing her bare crotch. Chad stands and begins to push into her ass as Faith spreads her cheeks. Macy lets out a deep moan, her head dropping to the table and her pupils dilating as he pushes his way into her anus. Nat can only stare down at the other girl as she gets fucked. "I mean, seriously, Ricky. Do you really see much of a similarity between me and the slut getting her ass reamed?"

Ricky smiles and shrugs. "Guess not."

"Exactly. And you know what's remarkable? I'm better actualized as, like, a person, too. I understand human sexuality and I'm comfortable with it. My boyfriend fucking the Whore's butt? Couldn't care less. Look at her." Faith gestures at Nat. "Mousy little thing's paralyzed. I guess it makes sense. Kind of a vision of her future..."

"Before the month's over we'll probably see her bouncing on some guy's dick with her tits out," Irina says dryly. {if Slut_Clothes=True}"I mean, she's most of the way there already."{endif}

"Hopefully mine," Damian says with a shit-eating grin. Nat swallows and looks down, {if Sluttery < 65}blushing furiously{else}trying to hide the increasing pace of her breath and the arousal flushing her cheeks{endif}. She can't believe she's letting them talk over her as if she's not even there. I guess I can give up on working my way into this group...{if Sluttery >75}except maybe as a cocksleeve. Would that be so bad...?{endif}

The conversation turns to other topics relatively soon, putting Nat out of her misery. But she can't shake the feeling of alienation from these wealthy kids, and their new discussions don't help her out. They've spent their summers in various exotic or impressive locales: Irina's a competitive gymnast, apparently, and was in Russia this summer. Meanwhile Damian and his family spent their summer in Cancun, at some resort with nude staff who are paid to cater to the guests' every whim. ("You'd think it wouldn't get old, dude, but actually after the fourth time you make some cute little brown waitress ride your dick while you eat it starts to get stale.") Faith is an equestrian, a word Natalie didn't even know before but is picking up quickly has something to do with horses. She spends the rest of the meal isolated and somewhat miserable to the side of the main conversation, unable to break in, and hurries away from the table when the bell rings.