Nicola Barker - Three Button Trick and Other Stories

Selina’s expression was querulous. Joanna noticed as she stood up, and grinned. ‘Don’t worry, Selina, I’ll give them a good wash before you have to have any contact with them.’

Selina sighed. ‘Joanna, please be discreet. This is only Ely after all, not San Francisco.’

Joanna didn’t reply.

Once she’d gone Selina relaxed and drank a large mouthful of her coffee. She stared out of the window at the cathedral. She thought, ‘God, I feel old. Maybe it’s teaching. It just beats all the enthusiasm out of you. I’m sure I never used to feel this way. The kids are no better or no worse than they were twenty years ago. It must be me that’s changed.’ She sighed and waited for Joanna’s return.

After about five minutes Joanna emerged from the toilets looking furtive but self-satisfied, like a large tom cat on the prowl, about to spray an unsuspecting territory with his rank odour. Selina thought, ‘This room belongs to Joanna. She doesn’t give a damn about anything.’

Joanna sat down next to her again and Selina said straight away, ‘I don’t know where you get these ideas from—or your nerve for that matter—look at you, as bold as brass!’

Joanna smiled and patted her chestnut perm with one of her bright-pink-fingernailed hands, ‘Don’t look at this hand, look at the other one under the table.’

Selina moved backwards slightly and stared down at Joanna’s other hand which held the Dual Balls like a couple of freshly laid eggs. Selina said, ‘They’re bigger than I thought they’d be and attached to each other. I imagined that they’d be a sort of flesh colour, not that strange off-white.’

Joanna raised her eyebrows, ‘Flesh is off-white, Selina. Are Tom’s balls a very different colour to these?’

She smiled provocatively. Selina shook her head disapprovingly. ‘Tom’s …’—she couldn’t use the word—‘Tom’s aren’t anything unusual, Joanna, and I certainly don’t make a habit of trying to use them like you’ve just used those. Also, his don’t use batteries and they aren’t attached by a small piece of cord.’

Joanna smirked. ‘You wish Tom’s balls were like these. They’re very effective, and so discreet. I think the thrill of using them is trebled by the fact of wearing them out. It’s so arousing.’

Selina grimaced. ‘Walking can’t be easy with them in. Why don’t they just drop out?’

As Selina spoke Joanna switched the balls on. She waited for Selina to finish talking and then said, ‘Why don’t you try them and see?’ The balls vibrated vigorously in her hand. They sounded like a quieter version of an electric razor. Selina was sure that everyone could hear. She whispered frantically, ‘For God’s sake Joanna, switch them off.’ Joanna frowned. ‘I worry about you, Selina. You’re becoming very old-maidish, very schoolmarmish. You don’t have any spirit of adventure any more.’

Selina didn’t rise to the bait. ‘I’ve never had any spirit of adventure and you know it.’

Joanna nodded. ‘I suppose that’s true. No backbone, no spontaneity. No interest in what’s state of the art …’

Selina raised an eyebrow. ‘Where did you come across that little phrase? Something on television, something American I suppose?’

‘You wouldn’t have the nerve to wear these out, no way,’ Joanna interrupted.

Selina smiled. ‘I’d have enough nerve, Joanna, just too much sense. I don’t need something like those. I think they’re horrible. Now switch them off.’

Joanna turned and stared out the window at people passing by. An old lady staggered past pulling her shopping trolley. Joanna pointed at the woman, ‘I bet she’d wear them out. I bet she’s got more spunk in her little finger than you’ve got in your entire body’

Selina almost smiled at this but then stopped herself. ‘Possibly. Look, the waitress is coming over with the bill. Please turn them off.’

Joanna didn’t turn them off, but started instead to lift up the hand containing the vibrating balls until they were almost at a level with the surface of the table. Selina was excruciatingly embarrassed. ‘Joanna, switch them off and put them away. You’re embarrassing me.’

Joanna was staring at the Dual Balls rather thoughtfully. After a moment she said, ‘I dare you to wear these when you’re teaching one of your classes. Just for one lesson. I dare you!’

Joanna loved dares. This was principally because she always thought of them and didn’t therefore usually do them herself. ‘Go on Selina, I dare you!’

Selina laughed. ‘You’ve got to be kidding. Those horrible little things are having no contact with my intimate body whatsoever.’

Joanna lifted the balls slightly higher than the table and said, ‘If you don’t accept the dare I swear I’m going to put these into your coffee cup when the waitress comes to clear the table. That should be in about twenty seconds.’

Selina saw a couple of people at the nearest table to them discussing something and laughing. She was sure that they had noticed. She said, ‘Joanna, put them down, please.’

Joanna held them even higher. The waitress started to walk towards them. When she was about five steps from the table Selina said, ‘OK, I promise to wear them, I promise, all right?’

Joanna switched the balls off immediately. It seemed very quiet without their buzzing.

On her way home Joanna passed John in the tractor. He stopped so that she could overtake him then waved his arm so that she would pause for a moment. She wound down her window. ‘Yes?’

He shouted from his high seat, not bothering to switch off the tractor’s roaring engine, ‘Did she take them?’

Joanna nodded emphatically. ‘Yes. It worked like a dream. She was really shocked when she thought that I was wearing them. It was a real effort not to laugh.’

He smiled. ‘You must be a great actress then.’

She shrugged. ‘I did all right.’

She crossed her fingers down by the steering wheel. He frowned—although he couldn’t see her hands—‘Joanna, you were just acting?’ Joanna guffawed. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’d probably have crashed the car if I’d worn them driving … Of course I wouldn’t dream of wearing them anyway, why should I?’

She winked. He smiled. He obviously believed her. She uncrossed her fingers, waved at him and then drove on.

She negotiated the turn into their driveway with special care; she’d almost driven off the road there on the trip out.

One of the favourite pastimes in Grunty Fen is Chinese Whispers. People whisper gossip like it’s going out of season. They also discuss what’s happened in all of the major soaps and mini-series on television. Mostly though they prefer to gossip because it’s a tiny place and everyone knows everyone else’s business.

John got pissed in the local pub on Saturday night and told several of his cronies about Joanna’s dare. The men all laughed loudly at the notion of someone as staid and strait-laced as Selina experimenting with sexual gadgets. They knew she wouldn’t do it, but they enjoyed thinking about it just the same. A couple of them went home in their cups and told their wives. The women were shocked, interested and surprised on the whole; a small proportion were slightly jealous.

After Sunday lunch Selina was doing the washing up in the kitchen and Tom was sitting at the dining table in the next room doing the Sunday Telegraph crossword. Occasionally he read out loud to Selina any of the clues that had completely eluded him.

Selina washed the soapsuds from the final plate and placed it with the others on the drying rack. Tom seemed busy and preoccupied so she took this opportunity to clean out the sink and refill it with very hot water and a squirt of bleach. She went and found her handbag and took out the Dual Balls which she had placed inside, wrapped up in a tissue. She opened the tissue and removed the Dual Balls then placed them in the hot water and bleach, still wearing her rubber gloves. As she rubbed the balls with her hands she felt like a fetishist.