She manages to shake him off.

"N-No," Nat {if Sluttery>40}half-groans{else}says{endif}.

"No...? You sure...? That sorta sounded like a yes to me..."

"No..." She takes a deep breath. {if Sluttery>40}She manages to get her tingling lust under control, if barely.{elseif Sluttery>20}She grimaces - a part of her does like the idea - but she stays firm.{else}It's scary, but she knows what she wants, and it's not this.{endif} "I said no!" She reaches up, physically grabbing his hands, and pulls them firmly away from her breasts.

"W-What the hell?" he sputters. "You're not even gonna let me cop a feel?"

"No, I think I'm good," she says dryly. "Thanks for the interview though, I guess."

"What the fuck!" Louis stares at her as she stands, smooths her dress, and grabs her backpack. "You - what're you wearing a dress like that for, then?!"

"I can wear whatever the hell I want. It doesn't mean I have to fuck anyone, and especially not you."

"You - you asshole! Teasing slut! I'm all hard here!" he exclaims. She ignores him, shouldering the door open. "Hey! H-Hey, come back! Bitch! What am I supposed to do with this hardon?!"

Asshole, Natalie thinks to herself. She's almost amused as she hears the bell ring and hurries to her next class.