She joins Chuck.

"Um...I..." Nat glances around at the other girls, who are no help - except for Beth giving her a big, exaggerated "go for it!" nod. "...Sure. Thanks..."

"No problemo. C'mon, grab your stuff." Chuck grins as she gets up, hoisting her bag and her tray. As she steps away from the table he falls into stride with her and casually reaches out, slipping one hand around her waist to settle possessively - and firmly - on her thigh. Nat shivers with {if Sluttery>60}delight{else}nerves{endif}. As they make their way through the room, she becomes aware of a small chorus of whispers following them.

"Ohmigod! That's Chuck Paulson - who's that with him?"

{if Popularity>70}"Oooooh, that's Natalie Pierce. {else}"I dunno...some girl...{endif}Do you think they're together??"

"God, I hope not. I'd be super jealous of her if they are...he's so fuckin' hot..."

Chuck leads her to a table full of similarly muscular, athletic-looking men. Most of them are wearing similar jackets, though several of theirs are for the Meretrix lacrosse team rather than high school ones. "Hey guys, this is Natalie Pierce. Nat, this is part of the team...that's Brad, then we got Jack, Biff, Chet, and Faizal." The boys wave to her.

{if Popularity>70}"Natalie Pierce? I've heard of you. Nice to meet you finally," one of them - Biff? - says.{endif}

"Nice to meet you all..." Nat murmurs as she sits down. She's not quite sure what to do with an entire table full of men...she's never been in this exact situation before. They're all much bigger than her. But Chuck sits beside her, and he's a large, almost overwhelming presence. She takes a deep breath and turns her attention to him. "So, you're...on the lacrosse team here?"

"Yep," Chuck says, tucking into a double patty burger and fries. "Been playin' since I was twelve. Pretty good, too."

"Oh, that's nice," Nat says uncertainly. "What makes someone...good at lacrosse?"

"Well, I'm faster than I look, and I know how to handle my stick." Chuck says. He grins at her. "But mostly I'm strong and I don't give up. I've got incredible...stamina."

"Chuck's very competitive," Faizal informs her. "Not just on the field."

"Oh?"

"Sure, he's kicking all our asses on SnatchCatch."

"Sn - oh." Nat {if Sluttery>65}chuckles{else}blushes{endif}. "That's that app, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Never seen it? Here..." Faizal pulls out his phone and opens it up. He slides it over to her and Nat's breath catches: the app's landing page is showing a stream of photos of Faizal with various girls her age (and a few visibly older), both usually naked, with Faizal posing and giving a thumbs-up or a peace sign. Each picture is labeled with the girl's name and some code: Linda Sinclair, CAM. Each "CAM" code has the letters in varying colors of red and green.

"So that's..."

"My wins, yeah. CAM is cunt/ass/mouth, so you can record where you've dumped your load. You get bonus points if you get all three on one girl." Faizal takes his phone back. "It's a fun way to keep up with what your boys are doing. But Chuck's, like, way ahead of us. Kinda making it less fun 'cause there's no way anyone else is gonna win this season..."

"Get good, loser," Chuck says through a mouthful of burger, and the guys laugh.

"Yeah, guess I oughta up my game," Faizal snorts good-naturedly.

"So, Nat, what d'you do?" Chuck asks after he swallows.

"Oh, me? Uh...I mean, I'm just doing my coursework...I like English, and Chem...I'd like to go to college. I'm thinking of trying out for the Drama Club or cheerleading this year - "

"You should try out for cheerleading," Chuck says, interrupting her. "Great tits for it."

"Oh, I, um, haha." Nat stammers. "Thanks...?"

"Yeah. Why don't you get 'em out? I like to look at boobs while I eat. Helps digestion."

"W-What?"

"Go on.{if Slut_Clothes=true} I mean, they're practically out already.{endif} Get them titties out for us to enjoy, huh?" Chuck reaches over and crudely squeezes one of her breasts, making her gasp in {if Sluttery>75}sudden arousal{else}surprise{endif}.