Anna turns to our heroine.

"Why don't you talk to Natalie here about it?" Anna suggests. "I'm sure she can give you some good quotes."

"Uh, what?" Nat asks, slightly taken aback. Anna turns to her, eyes sparkling.

"Well, you're the ideal person, Nat. I didn't actually have any classes with Denise, and it seems like Claire here isn't really comfortable talking about the slut yet. Look, she's blushing even now."

"I - I'm not," Claire stammers. But she is.

"And Beth here is just a little too ditzy for things like newspaper interviews," Anna continues blithely. "Similar problems as with Denise, I'd expect," she adds in an undertone to Louis.

"Ahh, gotcha," Louis says with a chuckle. His eyes stray toward Beth for a moment, but then rove back and fasten on Natalie. "Well, what d'you say, Natalie? Care to give an interview? It'll only take a few minutes."

Natalie feels {if Sluttery > 75}herself color slightly as she smiles back at him. An interview...one-on-one...alone with this cute dweeb...{elseif Sluttery > 50}slightly trapped, but she shrugs. What could it hurt?{else}like she's been pinned down, backed into a corner by a sense of feminine solidarity with Denise and Anna's logic. Well, I hope it's...at least not too complicated.{endif} "I guess so."

"Great! If you're done with your lunch, come on with me."

"I can take your tray back," Claire volunteers.

"Thanks." Nat stands, {if Normal_Clothes=true}pushes her hair behind her ears{else}smooths her skirt{endif}, and follows Louis toward the exit. As she departs, she overhears Beth complaining to Anna.

"I could've done that interview! I totally would've had time to answer his questions and suck his cock, you know how fast I am."

"Shush, you. I want to keep you nearby. I'm sure that needy little mouth of yours will get filled soon enough..."

Louis leads Natalie to a classroom a few doors down from the cafeteria. It seems to have once been a math room, but it clearly hasn't been used this school year, at least. Louis shuts the door behind them, muffling the distant sounds of the cafeteria to the faintest of murmurs, and pulls a couple of chairs into an open space.

"Thanks for agreeing to do this," he says cheerfully. "I'm really hoping that the first issue of the Monitor will be a hit, and a piece on Denise's blackbanding is sure to get people's attention."

"I guess that makes sense," Nat says as she sits.

Louis pulls a desk closer and, drawing a pocket tripod from his bag, sets up his phone on the desk, pointed at Natalie. He presses a button to begin recording, and sits down next to her. Nat smiles reflexively at the phone's camera{if Sluttery>65}, sitting up straighter {if Slut_Clothes=true}{if Sluttery>80}and tugging her dress down slightly {endif}{endif}to show off her breasts{endif}.

"So!" Louis says, grinning as he holds up his hands. "You're Natalie Pierce."

"Uh. Yes," she says, laughing slightly. {if Sluttery > 70}She smiles at Louis.{endif}

"Perfect, perfect. I see you're a greenband - no boyfriend?"

"No."

"And you were a friend of Denise Mathers?"

"Well, uh. I don't know if you could say a friend, really," Natalie admits. "I just met her for the first time Monday morning."

"Ah, gotcha. But you knew her at least a little bit, then."

"Yeah. I met her on the bus, and we had a couple of classes together. PE."

"How would you say Denise struck you? What was your impression of her?"

"Oh, well..." Natalie thinks. It's hard, in some ways, to cast her mind back to the Denise prior to the overwhelming event of her blackbanding. "Quiet. Maybe a little shy. Very serious. I liked her, though." She feels like she ought to say something nice about Denise. She feels sort of like she's speaking at her funeral. "She had...warm energy."

"Mmm." Louis nods, scribbling down a few notes. "Did she strike you as a slut?"

{if Sluttery>80}Nat laughs and shakes her head, grinning. "All women are sluts, really. So, I mean. She fit the bill. Nice tits and three warm holes for cock." She chews her lip. "But...comparatively, I guess, no. {elseif Sluttery>50}Nat sighs. "{else}Nat blanches. "I - uh - {endif}Not really. She didn't...seem to do that."

Louis chuckles. "I've heard some stories from guys that would suggest otherwise. But still, that's interesting. She never expressed any particularly feminine opinions?"

"You mean like..."

"You know, the usual sort of thing most girls think at some point. 'Women are most useful on their knees.' 'I love it when guys grope me.' 'I just wanna be a hole for men.' That sort of thing."

{if Sluttery > 90}"God, no," Nat laughs again, grinning. "Not that smart, I guess. {elseif Sluttery > 50}Nat snorts. "No. {else}Nat blushes. "Uh...no. {endif}I never heard her say anything like that, even when she was literally putting on the band."

"Oh, so you were nearby when she did it?" Louis leans forward, interested. "Did she say anything about why?"

"Well, I - I wasn't right there," Natalie equivocates. "But, well...she was talking to someone else...to Claire...and I think she said something about being...scared of hiding. And tired of pretending."

"Interesting." Louis jots down another note. "And then she put on the band?"

Nat nods. "And then..."

Louis chuckles. "Yeah, then the gangbang." {if Sluttery<60}Nat blushes and nods. {endif}He grins at her, a gleam in his eye. "Did you stay for that?"

"Did I - " Nat flushes as she realizes what he's asking. The memory of that afternoon - the overwhelming intensity of it - comes back in a rush, threatening to overwhelm her. {if Sluttery > 60}She feels liquid heat pooling between her legs. {endif}"No," she says quickly.

"Hmph. Missed out on something special, it sounds like. My bus had already left, but I hear it was a real orgy. Even some of the sluttier greenbands ended up being used, apparently."

"Oh, really? Wow..." Natalie swallows. The conversation is making her nervous{if Sluttery>60}...and wet{endif}.

"Yeah, I mean, that sort of thing happens a lot. Tons of women, you know, they see a cock, smell sex in the air, and their instincts just kick in. They need cum." Louis smirks at her. "Not your fault. It's just how your brains are wired. In fact, that's why they're debating changing the laws around greenbands."

"Wait." Natalie frowns. "They're what? I haven't heard about this."

"Oh, yeah. It's still in committee, so who knows how it'll turn out, but there's some folks in Congress who are arguing that since greenbands are mostly sluts anyway, the whole system ought to be changed. The basics of the bill as it's proposed right now would make it a misdemeanor for a greenband to deny a man sex if he was actively aroused - she could be fined for the inconvenience and emotional damage. Who knows how it will really turn out. The liberals are proposing an exception for greenbands deemed 'of advanced skills or intelligence,' whatever that means, and some people want to put in an annual exemption fee that women could pay to avoid it. The women's lib nutters are, of course, upset. But those nutjobs want women to be able to just redband themselves if they feel like it, no one's gonna listen to them."

Natalie shakes her head. "That's...crazy."

"I know, right?" Louis {if Slut_Clothes=true}smiles and reaches across the gap between them, placing his hand boldly on Natalie's bare thigh. She {if Sluttery>60}gasps slightly{else}startles{endif} at his touch as he rubs her thigh, hands slowly moving up her leg. "I mean, you clearly know what you're for - got that cute, sexy dress on for us all." Natalie grips the edge of her chair {if Sluttery < 40}in terror{endif} as he reaches up, grinning, and squeezes her breast. "You know what you're for.{else}looks her up and down with undisguised interest. "You seem like a pretty reasonable woman...if a conservative one.{endif} So what do you think of that idea? I might as well get another soundbite, since I have you here..."