Anna sends Beth with Louis

"Why don't you take Beth here to do your interview?" Anna says with a smile, oozing charm. "She's happy to do it."

"Am I? Yeah, sure! I guess," Beth says amiably.

"Good girl. I'm sure you can get all the quotes you need and then some from her, Louis," Anna says. As Beth picks up her lunch tray, Anna winks at Louis behind her back and quickly mimes a blowjob. Louis grins.

"Sounds great! Thanks so much for your help. Come on, Tits."

"Beth," Beth corrects him casually.

"Whatever."

"Fair." Beth wanders off with Louis, chatting amiably, his hand already firmly on her round ass, groping her through her skirt.

"Well, they ought to have fun, at least," Anna says dryly.

Claire slams her fork down hard, rattling the other silverware on the table and making Anna and Nat jump. "You're the worst!"

"What?" Anna looks genuinely perturbed by Claire's outburst, but the diminutive girl turns to her with savage intensity.

"You are always doing this. Mostly to Beth, but sometimes to other girls when you think no one's paying attention! A guy comes along, clearly angling for some pussy, and you - you throw another girl at him like she's a piece of meat! You let them do all the - the cocksucking and fucking and suffering that you're not willing to do!" Claire's blushing slightly by the end, but she keeps eye contact, clearly determined.

Anna's expression has turned cold. "Damn straight I throw other girls at guys when they come sniffing around my panties. And if you had half the brain I do, you would too. Every time you take cum, you get a small step closer to FES. I don't know about you, but I don't want to end up like Assbitch over there." Anna jerks her head toward a table partway across the room. The girls glance over at the blackband - a golden-skinned girl with, indeed, a generous ass. Nat's pretty sure her original name was Alanna, but some guys decided it would be funny to call her Assbitch, and now the name's sort of stuck. The boys have gotten into it: for the last couple of days, Assbitch has been left here in the cafeteria on that table, ass up, her wrists cuffed to her ankles, a penis gag in her mouth, and a blindfold over her eyes. They've taped her pussy shut so that the only hole available is her ass, and any time a guy wants anal he can just wander in and use her. And one guy is going to town on her now, making her full breasts slap against the table as he forcefully fucks her rear.

"I'm doing what I have to," Anna hisses as they tear their gazes away.

"Maybe you're not," Claire retorts. "Maybe - just maybe - if we didn't all throw each other under the bus, we wouldn't end up like Assbitch! Maybe if you did your part and sucked cock occasionally, someone else wouldn't end up blackbanding! Like Denise did!"

"Denise made her choice, and that's not my fault," Anna snaps. "Besides, she wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the shed. No great loss there. And neither are whatever braincells Beth loses from getting fucked, for that matter. They're serving their purpose, which is keeping guys' balls empty. And I'm going to get out of here and do something with my life. This 'female solidarity' crap is a pipe dream. You're a utopian nutjob. Tell her, Nat."

"I'm not a nutjob! You're just a bitch!" Claire exclaims. She also looks to Nat for validation. "Come on, Natalie! Tell her!"

Natalie hesitates, frozen, as both girls stare at her expectantly.