Miriam Simms was waiting when Trish and Ching walked into the library. "Come on back to my office," she said, quickly leading the way past the assistant librarians and the quietly studying students. "You should see what they did in there this morning. They hid cameras all over the place. I can't even get any work done in there. I feel like the whole room is bugged!"
She opened the door to her office and Trish and Ching looked around eagerly. "They did one hell of a good job!" Ching exclaimed after carefully examining the walls and ceiling. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear that there was nothing out of the ordinary in here."
He walked over to the TV monitor and switched it on. "Trish and I have a little program we want you to watch at two o'clock," he said, grinning at Miriam and winking at Trish.
"I thought you two were supposed to be out protesting at two," Miriam said, an expression of surprise crossing her face.
"Oh, we already took care of that," Trish replied, laughing. "Just wait until two and you'll see how!"
Miriam seated herself in the chair behind the desk. "Alright. I won't ask any questions," she said, grinning at them. "Knowing you two, you won't tell me anyway."
Miriam fiddled nervously with the rings on her fingers, looking a little anxious. "I certainly hope this works!" she exclaimed vehemently. "It seemed like such a good idea last night. I just hope that I can carry out my end of it."
"You'll do fine," Ching replied convincingly. He eyed her tight cotton dress appreciatively, his gaze lingering on the deep neckline, exposing the swell of her creamy white boobs. "I don't see how Dean Jones can resist after he sees you in that dress. I'm getting a hard-on just looking at you." He patted the front of his jeans and grinned reassuringly. "He'd have to be half-dead not to notice your titties jutting out like that. No man in his right mind would turn you down, Miriam."
Miriam gave a low, husky laugh. "Thanks, Ching," she answered. "Guess I needed that. I feel more confident already."
There was a low knock on the door, and Trish jumped up to answer it. "Hi, you guys!" she exclaimed, letting Ginny and Professor Harris into the room.
Both Ginny and Professor Harris looked nervous. They sank down into chairs gratefully, and Ginny gave a low little laugh. "Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, pushing back her hair with her hand. "I sure hope this whole scene works. I'm a nervous wreck and so is Harold."
Professor Harris nodded, perspiring heavily. "I've written out my resignation, just in case," he said, patting the white envelope sticking out of his shirt pocket. "At least Ginny won't be suspended that way."
"What do you mean, 'just in case'?" Miriam said, her eyes flashing at the dejected professor. "There's no 'just in case' involved here. It's going to work. There's no doubt in my mind."
Ching and Trish grinned widely at each other, remembering Miriam's earlier doubts. She certainly sounded a lot more confident now, and she'd certainly be even more enthused after she saw their little TV presentation!
Ching glanced at his watch and reached up to turn on the TV monitor in the corner. "It's time for our surprise," he called out. "You can relax, Professor Harris. After you see the little program Trish and I have planned, you won't be nervous any more."
The television screen showed a test pattern, quickly replaced by the words "Today's College and Community Relations," as they flashed across the screen.
"What the hell?" Professor Harris questioned, reading the title aloud, his voice puzzled. "What are we doing watching an educational film?"
"Shhhh," Trish hissed. "Just wait and see."
"Today's colleges are playing an ever increasing part in community awareness," a dry voice intoned while a picture of a modern college building appeared. "In order to keep abreast with the times, colleges today must reflect the attitudes and principles of the community surrounding them. This program will show you some innovative steps today's colleges are taking in setting the stage for greater community involvement. Let's take a look at the typical college in today's America."
The screen blackened out for an instant, and Ching squeezed Trish's hand. Suddenly Trish was staring at a shot of herself, standing in the direct center of the monitor.
"Wow!" she exclaimed excitedly, gazing critically at the shot and grinning proudly. "I don't look half-bad, do I?"
Miriam, Ginny and Professor Harris sat in stunned silence as they watched Trish lick her lips hungrily. Slowly she turned to the camera, full-faced, and began wiggling out of her dress.
"Shit!" Professor Harris exclaimed in hushed tones.
"Mmmmm!" they could hear her groan, watching her pull the dress over her head, exposing her lush charms to the camera.
Miriam gasped as Trish slipped her hand immediately to her burning cunt.
"Mmmmmm… Hurry, Ching. Hurry!" they heard her say as she held out her arms and licked her already glistening lips.
"Jesus Christ!" Ginny laughed, watching her friend on the monitor. "Who else is seeing this?"
"Tell you later," Ching answered quickly, a rapt expression on his face as he watched Trish on the monitor.
The film ran for ten full minutes and by the time the screen went black again, Ching and Professor Harris' cocks were bulging and bucking fiercely in their crotches. Miriam squirmed uncomfortably in her chair and Trish and Ginny had trouble keeping their hands away from their throbbing pussies.
"What a show," Miriam breathed, shuddering slightly. "I'm so horny right now, I could take on an elephant!"
"We wouldn't want you to do that," Ching joked, his voice still shaking slightly. "The only person you have to take on is Dean Jones! Ready?"
"I could seduce the Pope right now," Miriam commented picking up the phone. "Jonesy baby, I'm ready for you. After that, I'll even fuck a two-faced bastard like you!"
"Dean Jones, please," Miriam spoke into the receiver. "Yes. This is Miriam Simms calling from the library. Tell him it's urgent!" She grinned and took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing," she said to the others, covering the receiver with her hand.
"Dean Jones?" she asked. "This is Miriam at the library. I have to talk to you. Are you alone?" She waited for a moment. "Good! I don't want anyone to overhear our conversation." She paused again.
"I'm afraid we have a little problem here. Just a few moments ago a group of students ran in and herded everyone else out of the large study room. One of the assistants came to get me and I went in to see what the trouble was. They said something about creating incidents on the campus and they told me to call you and tell you that they want to talk to you. They're in there right now and they've got the door locked from the inside. They say they'll stay right there until you come to talk to them in person and alone."
There was a long silence while Miriam listened to the dean's voice. She held the phone a little bit away from her ear and everyone could hear the dean's excited voice.
"What do they want, Miriam? Did they say anything else? I'd better alert the campus police and come right over!"
"Oh, I wouldn't do that yet, Dean!" Miriam answered quickly. "I think that the less people involved, the better. After all we certainly don't want this to get to the newspapers! I gathered that this was some sort of protest, but I couldn't find out any more. I'm really worried, Dean. I think you'd better hurry fight over to my office and perhaps we can calm them down together."
She held out the phone again and the dean's nervous voice was heard. "Go back and tell them that I'll be right there, Miriam!" he said. "And try to get any more information you can from them. I'll come directly to your office!"
"Alright, Dean Jones," Miriam said, breaking into a smile. "I'll do everything I can until you get here!" She lowered the phone back into place with a firm click.
"He fell for it!" she laughed excitedly. "Now comes the fun part. You'd better clear out of here and I'll wait for him. Don't worry, gang. It's going to work. If I have to rape him on the spot, it's going to work!"