Staci Peters - Every Man For Anne

"… and if we could change his mind before then," Anne took up the theme eagerly, "he might up our grades before feeding them into the computer."

"That's the general idea. Of course, I haven't a clue how we could do it"

Both the girls sat there in silence, mulling over the problem.

"How about going to ‘his office and seducing him," suggested Anne half-heartedly. "Give me an A and I'll let you fuck me here on the desk."

Site said nothing, just stared blankly ahead of her. Anne trailed on: "No, that's been tried so many times before. Martin's too smart to let that sway him. He'd probably have the time of his life and then still end up giving you a C out of pure meanness."

"There is a way… " Silke said very slowly. "There is a way we might change his mind."

"How's that?"

"Make him see that our stories aren't just daydreams but do reflect what's-going on now."

"Aw, he's convinced it's a lot of juvenile fantasy."

"Maybe we didn't shock him enough," Silke said, looking Anne in the eyes. "You remember that English novel he made us read as a fine example of, what was it, ‘inner narrative'… "

"Psychological revelation, he called it," said Anne.

"Right. The one about the chap who keeps the girl captive in his cellar. Oh, what was it called? The Collection, or something like that."

"Whatever. I remember it now. Go on."

"Well, if we turned the tables on him," Silke continued, warming up to her own plan, "we might be able to persuade him or shock him into changing his mind."

"Great!" said Anne. "But how do you propose we get our hands on the happily married Professor Martin? I presume he is happily married?"

"Yeah, that's the problem."

"Well, you think about it. I'm going to phone out for that pizza. All the trimmings?

"The works," Silke nodded.

A few minutes later she came charging into the kitchen as Anne was hanging up the wall phone.

"I've got it!" she exclaimed. "There was something in this week's bulletin. Have you got a copy?"

"Sure… oh, shit, I've thrown it away."

Anne held up a finger indicating inspiration and then she pushed on the pedal of the waste-bin.

"Here it is," she said, fishing out the crumpled bail of the University Bulletin. It had already soaked up the stains of the previous evening's coffee grounds. "Ugh, what a mess."

"It's on the back page… where it lists faculty activities," said Silke, as Anne straightened out the paper. "Look, there it is."

Anne read the item and smiled, "A heaven-sent opportunity."

She threw the damp paper into the air and clapped her hands for joy. Silke started laughing and in between fits she described her plan to Anne.

They were both still giggling when the delivery boy arrived with the pizza.

"Come on, Silke," Anne called out as she skipped down the stairs into her Mend's apartment. "We're going shopping."

After last night's delicious bout of female love making, the two girls, as if by unspoken agreement, had each retired to their own bedrooms. Silke, still • half-dreaming of Anne's eager attentions, was taking the opportunity of lying in bed late. She had no morning classes that day and, what the hell, it was the last week of term.

"O.K.," she said sleepily. "There's nothing I want to get but I'll go downtown with you."

"We're both going shopping," Anne said firmly, from the bottom of the stairs. "We'll drive over to Campbellville; we can get everything we want there."

Silke stuck her head around the bedroom door.

"What are you talking about?"

"This," said Anne, displaying a sheet of paper with a long shopping list on it. "I've got it all worked out. This is everything we need."

"Need for what?" Silke was genuinely puzzled. "For our private party on Saturday night?"

"Nope," said Anne. She looked somewhat disappointed. "It's what we discussed yesterday. You remember, the plan. Well, I've worked everything out and what we'll need I've broken down into this shopping list."

"Let me see that." Silke reached out for the paper. "You mean what we planned for John Martin?"

She looked down the list. "You do mean that! You're not joking?"

"Serious," said Anne. "I'm absolutely serious. I've got the whole thing figured out, you'll see."

On the drive over to Campbellville she told Silke the entire plan, detail by detail. Silke doubled over laughing but by the time Anne pulled in to the Westdale Shopping Mall she was one- hundred percent behind her friend's scheme.

"We can start here," said Anne as they walked across the car park. "First we'll visit the pet shop. Then we'll look for Eve's Garden… it's listed in the Yellow Pages. Oh yes, we mustn't forget to pick up the magazines."

Silke was still beaming with joy at Anne's outrageous proposal as they pushed through the revolving-door entrance to the mall. This is going to be fun, she thought What a way to start the summer break! Once inside, away from the warm glare of the parking lot, Anne slipped into the cardigan that she'd been carrying draped around her shoulders. She removed her sunglasses and tucked them into her bag; after a moment's pause, she fished them out again.

"Better leave these on, I suppose," she grinned at her own suggestion of a disguise.

Silke hesitated: "What's first, the pet shop? That's it over there."

"No second thoughts?" Anne queried her as she reached out with a restraining hand on her friend's arm.

"No way," Silke looked her right in the eye.

"Come on, let's go."

Silke led the way as the two girls marched into the pet store. Anne picked out the longest training leash she could find. "Is this the best one you have?"

"That's it, miss."

"That collar doesn't look too comfortable."

"Oh, I don't think the dog will mind."

"Do you have any others?"

The shop assistant produced a large cardboard box full of assorted collars. Silke immediately chose a wide studded collar that was lined with a much softer leather.

"I'll take this leash and that collar," Anne continued, "and do you have a restraining chain?"

"How long do you need?"

Anne looked at Silke and pursed her lips. After a moment's thought: "About twelve feet will do."

"O.K. I think. I've got one that short. Must be a small yard."

"Yes, that's it, it's a small yard." As the man turned to pick out the chain, Anne took the opportunity to give Silke a broad wink.

Once they got outside with their package, Silke told Anne: "You should have seen the leer on his face when you were signing the charge slip."

"Probably thought we were training a German shepherd to service us."

"Where do you get such ideas, Anne?" Silke said with mock innocence. -

"You're a pretty good teacher to start with! Look, there's a magazine rack in that cigar store."

"Why don't we get them afterwards? We don't want to carry them all around that Eve's shop."

The plaza walkway made an L-turn and the girls spotted Eve's Garden just down on the left. The backlit sign displayed a picture of the biblical Eve reclining on one side, with the snake wrapped sinuously around her body, thus concealing certain vital areas. Eve was just about to take a bit of a large red apple.

"This feels so strange, said Anne. "Going into a sex shop before lunch is like having hard liquor in the morning."

"If you can't do this, then you certainly won't go through with the rest of the plan," Silke said quite matter-of-factly.

"You're right, of course," said Anne, walking forward without any more hesitation.

The girls needn't have worried for they weren't the only ones in there. A young couple were strolling around giggling at each new novelty with a rather forced gaiety. Two young men, probably on their coffee break from other shops in the mall, were thumbing through the home movies bin. One of them nudged the other and handed over an illustrated film package. The second fellow raised his eyebrows in evident disbelief at the succulent menu which was promised the viewer. One girl was browsing around with an air of detached amusement. Probably picking out something to surprise her husband with, thought Anne. Well, good for her; there's probably far too few women who take the initiative. Anne almost pulled -out the shopping list and then thought better of it. She reached out to a glass shelf and took down two plastic jars of Fun Jell, "sensual lubricant," it claimed. Silke nodded in agreement.