Impress him with her intelligence.

"Listen," Nat says. "I'm sure that what you say is true...about most girls. But you see so many every year - you have to know that there are some girls out there capable of doing college coursework. I mean, we're not all...cock-obsessed whores."

"True," he says, raising his eyebrows. "{if Slut_Clothes = true}Though your outfit isn't doing much to convince me that you're the exception, there...{else}Though such girls are the exception, not the rule...{endif}"

"{if Slut_Clothes= true}Ignore the clothes. I can dress how I want - that doesn't change how my mind works{else}Sure - I certainly believe that's true{endif}. But Mr. Hwang, you have to look at my record." Natalie ticks them off on her fingers as she lists her accomplishments: "I was fourth in my class in high school. I got a really good grade on my Slut-Adjusted Testing. I took a couple of AG courses, and I got pretty good grades in them! Heck, I won a school-wide prize - a co-ed one! - for a research paper I wrote last year in my economics class."

"Really?" Hwang looks like he might actually be slightly impressed. "What was that about?"

"Oh, I was writing about sex tourism - basically, you know how lots of men like to travel for sexual experience? I was pretty much arguing that when you look at the broad picture - at least as far as tourism boards report - the country's actually losing a lot of money each year because all those men think that you have to go outside the country to have a cool, exotic experience. And I suggested that local tourism boards should actually embrace that sort of thing more - it's a big untapped market!"

"So to speak," Hwang chuckles.

"No, really!" Nat insists. "I mean, this country is so big and so varied - just think of the tourism experiences you could offer! Cowgirls, beach bunnies, muscular lumberjanes...you just have to figure out what your unique spin on it could be, gather up a few blackband volunteers, and you've got a potentially solid source of income for your town or city from people out-of-state."

"I see what you're saying," Hwang says with a smile. "What would our thing be?"

"Oh, um," Nat blushes slightly. "Well, it's a little tricky because the town is so bland, but...I was thinking about that, and I wrote a brief proposal. I think probably the thing to do would be sort of Americana, right? Almost a '50s throwback type thing. You know...come relax for a week in a nice, secluded house with an obedient, cheerful blackband ready to serve you drinks and...whatever else," she mutters.

"And what would the profile be?"

"Uh...white girls, young-ish...you'd dress them up and do their hair, obviously...medium-to-full tits and relatively skinny."

"Sounds like you're describing yourself."

Nat rolls her eyes. "That's just because there's a lot of us around here."

Hwang smirks. "Well, I can tell you personally that that's true enough. And honestly...it's not a bad proposal at all. I mean, I haven't read the paper, obviously. But I can tell from the way you talk about it that you're passionate and - more to the point - you actually understand what you're saying. Quite impressive, Miss Pierce."

"Th-Thanks." Nat's heart pounds in her chest as she watches Hwang. "Does that mean...?"

"Yes, yes, I'll put in a positive note on your file for college. It may not pan out, of course, but you seem like one of those girls who might make a real go of it." Hwang clicks around on his computer as Nat beams. "I note that you're not in any extra-curricular programs yet. Is there a reason for that?"

"Oh, uh..." Nat shrugs. "I've just never really...found one that calls to me."

"Hmmm. I do suggest you pick one up. Colleges like to see that sort of thing - it makes you look like a well-rounded applicant, you know. Find something you can enjoy enough to see it all the way through and you should be in a good spot."

"Ok! Any...suggestions?"

Hwang shrugs. "Take a look at the bulletin board. There's usually a lot of groups looking for people at this time of year. Like I said, the most important thing is picking something and committing to it."

"Ok! Can do."

Hwang smiles at her and stands, holding out his hand for her to shake. "I'm sure you can. Good luck, Natalie."

"Thanks so much, Mr. Hwang!!" Nat grabs and shakes his hand enthusiastically, then hurries off into his waiting room. As she closes the door behind her, she can't help muttering a small, triumphant, "Yes!"

"That good, huh?" a dry voice asks. Natalie starts; another girl is sitting on one of the chairs, putting lipstick on and giving Nat a skeptical once-over. "Gotta say, you don't look too bad. Is he...big?"

"Big...?" For a second, Natalie doesn't understand. Then she {if Sluttery > 40}laughs{else}blushes{endif]. "Oh! No, no - I mean, I don't know, I didn't...do that."

"Uh-huh. Sure thing, girl." The other girl snorts, putting her little compact away. "I'll believe that when it doesn't cum down my throat."

"I'm sure it's not that bad...just, y'know, be yourself! Advocate for yourself!" Natalie says encouragingly.

"Ha," the girl says unenthusiastically. "I know how that'll go...same way it always does. 'Hi, I'm Hannah!' 'Oh, Hannah - Hannah Bell, right?' 'Yeah that's me!' 'Oh, nice, I remember both your sisters - great cocksuckers.'" The girl makes a face. "Stupid Lucy ruined it for all of us...people think it runs in families, you know."

"Oh, but - I'm sure it doesn't - "

"Hannah Bell?" Mr. Hwang calls from his office. Hannah sighs and stands, heading in past Natalie.

"Good luck!" Natalie whispers. She hesitates just a second as the office door closes, curious to hear how it goes.

"Ah, the third of the famous Bell sisters! Pleased to meet you, Hannah. I remember Lucy and Emily fondly."

"Uh, thanks. I was - "

"Now, given that you're a Bell girl, I think we may as well cut to the chase, huh? Your grades suggest so too. Go on, get down there."

"Oh, but - I wasn't - mmmph! Glrk! Glg!" Nat gasps slightly at the wet **** noises, then darts away from the door.

"There we go. We can chat about whatever you'd like after I'm done here," she hears Hwang say over unhappy slurping noises. "All pent up from that last one..."

Oh, no, Nat thinks guiltily as she hurries back into the hall. I went and left him all hard and now Hannah's got to take his cock...{if Sluttery>40}And I would've happily sucked it if he'd asked!{else}Still...better her than me, I guess... She feels horrible about thinking that, but it's true.{endif} She hurries back toward her classroom, pass around her neck. Now I just have to figure out an extra-curricular!