A HALLOWEEN MASKING
EXPERIENCE STORY
Author’s note: Most male maskers complain that it is near to impossible to find a real girl that is willing to wear female masks. This nearly true and copyrighted short Halloween based story demonstrates that women will mask far beyond a man’s expectations if they have a reason for doing it.
Dean Sylvia Rockinghorse was a vindictive and petty woman. But, unless you really knew her well or tracked her attitudes and mood swings over a long period of time, finding her well-masked vindictive and petty streaks was a daunting task. She was bright enough and devious enough in her daily dealings that few saw the axes coming when they fell on her victims. This Dean had it in for Dr. Leo Martinez ever since he had spurned her extra curricular attentions. It wasn’t that she was butt ugly or had a big wart on her nose; she just wasn’t what Leo considered to be his type.
Sylvia hated Leo so much that she lifted her sophisticated veil long enough so that everyone on the faculty of the English Department knew of her unproclaimed vendetta against Leo Martinez. For Leo Martinez, Dean Rockinghorse bordered on being a living incarnation of a “She Devil”. Dean Rockinghorse even tried to have Leo terminated during the last round of budget cuts, but his popularity with his peers and students prevented the implementation of her plans. Now that a new round of draconian cuts was on the horizon, the Dean was able to renew her terminating efforts.
Some people in the inner circle of the English Department said that the Dean hated Leo even more than she hated others who dumped her or resisted her unprofessional advances because he was a living reminder of her ethnic heritage. The Dean loathed her minority status until it was time to invoke affirmative action. At all other times she ran away from who she was like a track star with a hot-foot. Other members of the faculty said that the Dean hated Dr. Martinez because he was a younger and better-looking version of her estranged husband who had left her because of Sylvia’s philandering ways.
During a class evaluation of Leo Martinez, Dean Rockinghorse noted the way he was fixated on Isabel Estrada. The Dean was constantly making unannounced visits to Leo’s class hoping to find some infraction of the faculty ethics code. Several members of the faculty felt that this was academic harassment on the Dean’s part, but they were afraid to make a grievance for fear of being targeted by her with the same treatment. Dean Rockinghorse figured that with Isabel’s help, she could finally develop an opportunity to bring Leo up on charges of improper conduct that would lead to his dismissal. Unfortunately for the Dean, even with all of her power, she didn’t consider what might happen if Isabel Estrada let her favorite teacher, Dr. Leo Martinez, in on the Dean’s plans.
“Dr. Martinez, have you got a minute?” opened Isabel Estrada while her big brown eyes flashed large quantities of admiration and adoration for her favorite professor.
“How can I help you, Miss Estrada?” inquired Leo Martinez.
“I need to talk to you after class and away from prying ears, but this talk also needs to be in a very public place, professor.”
“I think that can be arranged. This sounds serious, Miss Estrada.”
“It is very serious, Sir. I am a returning student and my current course of study and scholarship mean a lot to me,” declared Isabel Estrada.
“I have some free time after class. We could meet out on the Farmington Quad. Is that public enough for you?” asked Leo Martinez while trying to figure out what Isabel wanted to tell him. It had to be a personal matter or something with a scandalous nature because she often talked to him before and after class about material from the course’s content in front of several other students. As one of his older and more talented students, Leo wanted to make sure that Isabel Estrada stayed in school long enough to finish her degree. It would probably be too much to hope for that she was going to express her love for him, and even if she did, he couldn’t follow-up on it. The Dean would have him up on charges if he tried to do that. Leo had seen the glint in her eye when the Dean had caught him gazing more than usual towards Isabel’s area of the lecture hall.
“Farmington Quad would be perfect. I will wait for you by Founder’s Rock,” declared Isabel as she moved off towards her seat in the lecture hall.
Leo Martinez was glad that he was well prepared with lecture notes for this class session. They helped keep him focused when he would have preferred to think about what Isabel had in mind for their discussion. The class even felt longer than usual and the student’s question session after class seemed more protracted and mundane than normal. As he finally approached Isabel at the appointed location near Founder’s Rock.” Dr. Martinez asked, “What was so important that you couldn’t discuss it with me in the classroom or my office, Miss. Estrada?”
“I don’t really know how to say what I think I need to say,” stated Isabel.
“This is beginning to sound ominous, Miss Estrada,” said Leo as he observed Isabel surveying the area around them for prying ears. Isabel seemed even more beautiful today than she normally was. Maybe it was because she was forbidden fruit or that she was a rare mix of brains and beauty.
“Look, Dr. Martinez, I may have gotten what I think I am going to tell to you all wrong, but I believe that Dean Rockinghorse is trying to use me to get you thrown off of the faculty.”
“What makes you think that, Miss Estrada?”
Isabel looked at the ground and after making a large sigh said, “The Dean says that you have the hots for me and that she wants my help to stop you from seducing the women in your classes.”
“Stop me? What is there to stop? I don’t think that I have started anything. Could you clarify the meaning of your statement, Miss Estrada?”
“Oh, but according to the Dean you have started a lot of affairs with your female students. She says that you are harassing me with your unethical intentions and advances.”
“What advances? I don’t recall making any advances.”
“Then she is wrong about you having the hots for me?” asked Isabel with a degree of disappointment in her lovely young voice
“I am not sure that any answer that I gave you at the moment would be appropriate for the tone of this conversation,” proclaimed Leo in an attempt to side step Isabel’s probe. “All I can say at the moment is that I don’t recall ever making improper advances to any of my students, male or female.”
“You know that and so do I, professor. I think that you are one of the most competent, brilliant and proper teachers in the entire English Department, but most of the class thinks that I am going to get an “A” because we are sleeping together.”
“What would make them believe a mythical reality like that, Miss Estrada?”
“Even I have noticed the way that you look at me, Sir, not that I mind in any way,” declared Isabel as they walked along the tree-lined paths that criss-crossed Farmington Quad. “I figure that my telling you that impression will probably mean that I have blown any chance that I may have had to get a good grade in your class.”
“What you are telling me at the moment will have absolutely nothing to do with the grade that you are earning in my class, Miss Estrada. I must admit that you are a very bright and attractive young lady, but as you noted, I take pride in being a professional and I take my teaching responsibilities very seriously.”
“That is what I told the Dean, Professor Martinez.”
“I’m sorry if my behavior in class has got you into any hot water with the rest of the students,” stated Leo with respect and admiration for the candor and trust being exhibited by Isabel Estrada.
“I am used to that stuff, Dr. Martinez. It happens to me all of the time. I like talking to my professors and asking direct questions before and after class. I have even been hassled and accused by my peers of giving sexual favors to my female professors. I guess that is part of the price you pay for being a straight “A” student along with what so many of my friends call pretty.”
“The part about you being pretty and possibly harassed by your male teachers makes sense to me, but how do your fellow students arrive at the conclusion of your illicit sex for grades with the female members of the faculty?”
“That all started when I wouldn’t put out for Todd Warren. He thinks that he is such tough shit because he is the first string quarter back of the university’s football team. I love football and follow the team whenever I can. I even became a Spirit Leader to cheer on the team. These activities on my part made Todd think that I was his plaything and nothing could be further from the truth. So he started a rumor that he dumped me because I swung both ways and that I was sleeping with all of my professors to keep up my straight “A” average.”
“That is just horrible and I am so sorry that you are having to deal with stupidity like that. I wish I could figure out something to lift that burden off of your shoulders,” declared Leo Martinez. “You are truly a beautiful women and a lovely person, but I am sure that this walk in the quad probably isn’t helping either of our reputations.”
“You are probably right-on about that last point, Professor. The Dean might even be making a video of us as we speak, so let’s keep moving so that it will be hard for her henchmen to get a sound bead on us.”
“What makes you think that Dean Rockinghorse would try to do something like that, Miss. Estrada?” inquired Leo Martinez while panning the Quad for possible camera positions. Actually an expert management of the campus security cameras would probably provide the visual evidence that he had been walking across Farmington Quad with Isabel, but where was the incorrect behavior in that. If he and Isabel had been in a long and sensual embrace in the middle of the Quad at Midnight, that might be more of what the Dean was looking for.
“Dean Rockinghorse promised me a full scholarship and straight “A’s” for the next four semesters if I got you into a situation where she could bring you up on morals charges that resulted in your immediate termination,” stated Isabel.
“That information is absolutely amazing, Miss. Estrada.”
“I hope you believe me, sir, because it is the ever-loving truth,” proclaimed Isabel.
“Oh I believe you, Miss. Estrada. I knew that the Dean hated me, but I guess I didn’t realize the depth of her hatred.”
“What are you going to do about what I just told you?” probed Isabel. “I have taken a big chance to tell you what I just said.”
“I realize that, Miss. Estrada and I respect your courage and trust,” responded Leo Martinez. “At the moment, I don’t know what I can and/or will do about your information. Whatever I can do, I will have to give a lot of thought to the doing of it before I attempt it.”
“Well professor, while you are thinking about what you can and/or will do, can you tell me if you really have a thing for me?” asked Isabel with an impish smile.
“Sure, I guess I can at least do that after all the trust that you have vested in me. Of course this is probably irrelevant in the current setting and possibly doesn’t mean anything for either of us, but if you were willing and you weren’t a student at the University, I would definitely ask you for a date,” said Dr. Martinez. He made this statement in the same manner that he would give instruction on the pros and cons of putting mustard on a grilled sausage.
“That means a lot more to me than it seems to mean to you, Dr. Martinez and I want you to know that I would accept your invitation to that date and I even have an idea on how we could do that right now,” announced Isabel.
“I would love to hear your proposal, Miss. Estrada, but considering what you have just told me, let’s put that on hold for a while.”
“Are you sure about that, Sir?” as she bent over to examine her left shoelace. In the process she made sure that Leo Martinez had a bird’s eye view of the magnificent Grand Canyon that separated the two sides of her gorgeous rack.
“I’m not as sure about that as I once was, Miss. Estrada,” said Leo Martinez while his voice split and he gasped for air.
“I have to admit that I enjoyed harassing you just now, Dr. Martinez. Your expression was just priceless, but I had to make sure that your intentions were more than just well phrased words,” stated Isabel after noticing the immediate response of the bulge in his pants to her shoelace examination.
“What did that move confirm for you, Isabel?”
“It confirmed that the Dean and my peers were right about you having a thing for me and that I was right to tell you about her plans to screw you over,” answered Isabel.
“Plans for me? What plans? Can you be more specific?”
“Dean Rockinghorse didn’t mention anything specific,” teased Isabel. “I just know that if she doesn’t use me to trap you, she will get someone else to go after you, Dr. Martinez.”
“Well I guess I will just have to be really careful when talking to my female students,” said Leo Martinez while trying to think of a series of moves that would not only stop the Dean’s assault on his career, but also end the Dean’s career. “Thanks for the head’s-up, Miss. Estrada. Most students would have taken the scholarship and the straight ‘A’ offer.”
“You are welcome, Dr. Martinez, but I am sure that this isn’t the last of the Dean’s moves.”
“I am sure that you are right about that too,” Miss Estrada stated Leo after he started moving off in the direction of his office. During the course of the next few weeks Leo Martinez kept his vigilance for events that might be used to compromise him, but none seemed to surface and the stress of constantly being on his guard was beginning to burn him out. The vigilance also began to impact negatively on his teaching style. It limited his out of the classroom accessibility and definitely made all of his contact with students more stiff and formal. In some ways, his efforts at limiting class discussions and questions made his lectures more organized. The ironic part to these changes was that his peers saw Dr. Martinez as more accessible and traditional. The time that he normally spent with students was dedicated to faculty committee work and he became more popular than ever before with his peers.
As midterms approached, Leo Martinez got a note in his office mailbox that said in Isabel’s hand writing, “We have to talk. Please meet me after class in the same place.” Leo sensed urgency in this cryptic note that ran counter to Isabel’s normal lay back style. This note was the first direct extra curricular contact she had with him since their previous walk and talk on Farmington Quad. He looked for Isabel in his classroom prior to her requested appointment, but she appeared to be absent.
After his class he walked over to Founder’s Rock. Once again, Isabel Estrada did not show-up. In her place was an older woman who was dressed in a lab coat. Leo Martinez really didn’t want to start a conversation with this dried-up nerd from the Science Department, but he needed a reason to be standing at that precise location and there also was the outside chance that this plump prune had seen Isabel. The university identity card clipped to the chest pocket of her lab coat said, “Dr. Joyce Sterns” on it. “Dr. Sterns, have you seen a young coed with long dark black hair and large brown eyes?”
“That description fits many of our coeds, Professor. Could you be a bit more specific?”
“That would be difficult and still remain politically correct, because she is a very well put together young woman.”
“I see, well I have notice seen several students that fit that description while waiting here. Could you describe what she was wearing?”
“No, she missed my class today, but she had forwarded a note to me requesting that I meet her here after that class,” confided Leo Martinez.
“Well you know how so many of our students are lax about keeping their appointments. I have resorted to a complete drop-in policy with my office hours. I think that I have spent more time waiting for students than I have spent working with them,” declared Dr. Sterns.
“Many of mine are the same way, but this student has been pretty dependable when she attended previous classes of mine. Bye the way, I don’t think that we have been formally introduced. I am Dr. Leo Martinez from the English Department.”
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Martinez. We have several students in common and I have heard them say very nice things about your class when they are working in the lab.”
“Thanks for your kind words, Dr. Sterns.”
“Maybe your student meant to meet you in some other part of the Quad,” suggested Dr. Sterns.
“That is a thought. I’ll take a stroll to check out that idea. Are you going to be here a little while longer?” asked Leo Martinez.
“About five minutes. Then I was going to lunch. I just wanted to catch a few rays during the middle of this lovely autumn day. This is actually my favorite time of year.”
“Then we have something in common. I love the colors of the foliage during the fall of the year. It seems even more poetic to me that spring does. Actually winter is a close second to my feeling for fall.”
“It is nice to hear Botany discussed in nonscientific terms. In our efforts to be objective, my peers often sound so dry when they talk about physical realities,” said Dr. Joyce Sterns. “I could wait here for you to see if your student shows while you are off on your quest. If she does arrive I could tell her that you went looking for her.”
“Thank you, Dr. Sterns. That would be most helpful. This student’s note seemed full of urgency. I will see you back here in about five minutes, with or without the student that allegedly needs to talk to me.”
“I’ll be here,” confirmed Dr. Sterns.
Leo Martinez would never have thought that one of the female science types would be so helpful. The last three or four science types that his friends had set him up with had been terrible bores. Their incessant chattering about genomes, molecules and the “Big Bang” had all brought on voluntary deafness for Leo. Discussion about how many angels could sit on the head of a pin would have been more edifying, but his friends seemed to need to set him up with “dates” so that he wouldn’t be the odd man out.
After his walk around Farmington Quad produced nothing more than some much needed exercise, Dr. Leo Martinez returned to the iron bench and its female occupant besides Founder’s Rock. “Thanks for waiting, Dr. Sterns. Am I correct in assuming that no students made any inquiries as to my where-abouts?”
“No one talked to me Dr. Martinez. As I mentioned earlier I was about to take my lunch in the faculty cafeteria. You seem like okay company to me. Would you like to come along?”
“Sure thing, Dr. Sterns. I was just going to go to my office and correct papers. That always can wait. Having a little lunch break might be a nice diversion for a change. My office mates keep telling me to get a life,” stated Leo Martinez with a chuckle.
“I know what you mean,” declared Joyce Sterns. “About the only thing I do during this time of year is attend the Faculty Halloween social.”
“I don’t recall seeing you there last year,” said Leo.
“That is because I look more like wallpaper than anything else.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” asserted Leo.
When she rose to start their walk in the direction of the Faculty Cafeteria Dr. Joyce Sterns added, “If you don’t mind my asking, what did this student need?”
“I’m not sure, but like I said, her note seemed urgent.”
“It was probably some crisis that she was able to fix by herself,” suggested Dr. Joyce Sterns after picking up her large backpack and brief case.
“I hope that you are right about that. She wasn’t in class and the football team is playing at home this weekend. Do you need some help with all of your gear?” inquired Leo Martinez.
“Not really. Besides, you look pretty well loaded down already. I guess that is the nature of teaching when you travel from classroom to classroom.”
“I have often thought about getting a cart for my stuff, but then the stairs would be hard to negotiate,” stated Leo Martinez.
“Good point,” responded Joyce. “What does football have to do with your student’s absence from class today. Is he member of the team?”
“No, he is a she and she might as well be on the team. She is a real sports fan and is on the Spirit Squad,” said Leo as he strolled across the campus with Joyce Sterns.
“I have had some students from the Spirit Squad in my classes. They never seem to have their feet on the ground. All they think about is boys and how to make those boys into husbands. Those student are what I call high maintenance girls.”
“That stereotype doesn’t fit Isabel, Dr. Sterns.”
“So, what courses do you teach for the English Department, Dr. Martinez?” probed Joyce Sterns like she had never heard of Leo Martinez.
“I teach classes on Latin American Literature and Mexican American Literature.”
“It must be really helpful having a dean like Dean Rockinghorse when you have a teaching assignment like that,” suggested Dr. Joyce Sterns.
“I would have thought that too, but that just isn’t the case.”
“Are you saying that Dean Rockinghorse is in denial of her ethnic origins?” asked Joyce Sterns after they entered and picked a table in the Faculty Cafeteria. “The general impression around the campus is that she is the champion of affirmative action and civil rights.”
“It has been my personal experience that what you have just said is true when the affirmative action directly benefits her and the rights that are being trampled are her ticket to a promotion. In all fairness, I have never actually discussed this topic with Dean Rockinghorse, but her specific everyday behavior points in the direction of what you have labeled as denial of her ethnic origins. The Dean wants to be white with a capital ‘W’ in every way possible. Have you eaten here often?”
“Once or twice a week. Why?”
“I just thought that you might know what is good here.”
“On Tuesdays, the short ribs are good, but messy eating,” declared Joyce Sterns.
“That sounds good to me,” said Leo Martinez. They went over to the line, got their trays and bought the short rib special. The meal included a fountain drink and black berry pie for dessert. When they return to their table, Leo asked, “What do you teach?”
“I teach in the Physical Therapy Program. My interns practice sports medicine on a lot of the second string players. The University’s Sports Programs sees to it that we have an unending supply of patients, not that they do it intentionally, but it happens that way anyhow. I do a lot of work in the cast room to prevent muscle atrophy during some of the immobilization therapies. In some ways what I do is almost more of an art than a science.”
“You make it sound really interesting,” said Leo Martinez between bites of his messy short rib special.
“What makes the field interesting is the infinite number of ways that the human body works to heal itself. I don’t think that I have ever worked two cases that involved a one hundred percent duplication of a particular set of therapies,” admitted Joyce. “Then there is the patients themselves. I get a tremendous sense of accomplishment when I see someone who came to me in a wheelchair, run a one hundred-yard dash after a course of treatment.”
“I can see where that would be a real thrill,” commented Leo.
“Of course like all of the healing arts there are moments of frustration and agony,” added Dr. Joyce Sterns. “Not everyone is a total success, story.”
As Joyce energetically and enthusiastically continued to describe the ups and downs/ins and outs of physical therapy, Leo realized that for the first time in several years, he wasn’t bored by his conversation with a woman. Of course, Joyce Sterns wasn’t a raving beauty like Isabel Estrada, but she was pleasant enough to look at. It was hard to tell what body shape was hidden under the white lab coat, but she seemed to be a little over weight. Her hair style looked like she had tried to do something with her auburn colored hair, but gave up in the middle of the effort when she found that making her hair look good took away from her scientific journal reading time. Leo found himself wondering if she was a natural redhead. Her tinted safety glasses were feminine versions of the ones that Leo was wearing and didn’t do all that much to flatter her face. Leo came back to the conversation when Joyce said, “Like I said to you out on Farmington Quad, my students have told me a lot about your classes, Dr. Martinez.”
“I hope that they didn’t bore you with too many details about my stuff,” responded Leo.
“Not at all. They told me that your classes are packed to the rafters and that you don’t turn anyone away. I find that laudatory. Most faculty try to keep their classes as small as they can.”
“You must be talking about my Chicano Literature classes. I can’t seem to find lecture halls large enough to accommodate them.”
“Is this student that you were going to meet in one of those large classes?” inquired Joyce Sterns.
“Yes she is.”
“She must be pretty special to stand out in a class that is large like that,” suggested Dr. Sterns.
“Yes she is.”
“I don’t know how faculty can handle large classes. I am glad that my department limits the size of our classes,” confessed Joyce.
“My department does that as well, but I hate turning students away. My Dean keeps telling me to limit the size of my classes by assigning me to small rooms, but I get around her by calling academic scheduling directly. The clerk in scheduling is so used to my calls that I think that she actually reserves a couple of large rooms for me. This process makes the first meeting of my classes hectic, but the students seem to appreciate the space that I make for them.”
“My students say that you are a great teacher and story teller.”
“That is really wonderful to hear. I didn’t know that any of them were listening to me,” humbly said Dr. Leo Martinez.
“I hope you don’t mind that I snuck into your class today. I just had to see for myself what all the buzz was about. I am sure that other faculty will be popping in as well.”
“I am sorry, Dr. Sterns. I didn’t notice you in the large lecture hall.”
“I know that I sort of blend into an academic setting, but the buzz was right-on and well justified. You are really good,” proclaimed Dr. Joyce Sterns.
“What buzz are you talking about?” probed Leo Martinez.
“Haven’t you been following the series featuring the popularity of certain faculty in the student newspaper?” asked Dr. Sterns in her very professional but equally soft academic approach to their luncheon conversation.
“To be honest, I rarely read the student rag, and when I do read it, I find myself correcting the structure of the articles. I guess that the editorial staff is as weak as some of the writing,” declared Dr. Martinez.
“Well there was a huge spread about you in yesterday’s student rag, as you call it. The student reporter and about fifteen of your present and former students raved on and on about how you conduct your classes and how student centered you are.”
“It must have been a slow news day,” said Dr. Leo Martinez with a joyful laugh.
“Well slow news day or not, I wish that my students felt about me the way yours apparently feel about you,” announced the lab coat wearing, pleasantly plump, auburn hair colored, Dr. Joyce Sterns.
“That is very nice of you to say that, but I am sure that your students are much more loyal to you than mine are to me,” stated Leo.
“That is gracious of you to say something like that to me, but remember we have students in common and it was you, your stories and not my assignments that they were talking about in the lab.”
All of a sudden, Leo Martinez started feeling embarrassed. He had never had a female peer praise him like this before. Not even his mother had been this kind and observant. “Maybe you should know that I am not a saint. According to one of my students, she caught me lusting after her.” Leo didn’t know why he confessed that remark or why he had even bothered to say it. What if Dr. Joyce Sterns was a spy for Dean Rockinghorse of an undercover investigator from some campus feminist organization?
“It is just awful the way today’s political climate has forced faculty to mask their feelings. It is almost like we aren’t supposed to have any feelings at all. I have the same problem with some of my male patients. That is totally problematic when I have to lay my hands on them as part of a therapeutic application. Is this girl student that you were supposed to meet the one that alleged that you were lusting after her?”
“Yes she was, “ blurted out Leo Martinez while wishing he had stuffed his mouth with a large helping potato salad. What was there about Joyce that kept drawing him out of his protective and defensive shell?
“She sounds like trouble to me,” announced Joyce.
Then in another moment of candor and once again, against his better judgment Leo Martinez felt compelled to say, “You are a far larger dose of trouble, Dr. Sterns.”
“I beg your pardon? What is a statement like that supposed to mean and where did it come from?” asked Joyce with the sound of offense in her voice.
“It means that I like talking to you and that I am comfortable being around you,” said Leo as he continued with his uncharacteristic and unguarded candor. “I guess that I needed to say that to you because feelings like the one that I just related to you are rare for me.”
“Then I will guess that your comment was a twisted compliment,” said Joyce.
“I intended it to be a compliment,” responded Leo.
“But I am sure that you would rather be with this hot little coed that could get you fired,” suggested Dr. Joyce Sterns.
“Am I that transparent?” probed Leo.
“Not really. I have been reading some of your articles and fiction,” confessed Dr. Joyce Sterns. “There is more on those pages than you probably realize. Your story about the masked coed was particularly interesting to me. I loved the way the spirits of her ancestors were able to speak to her through her masks. Do you think that could really happen?”
“I am amazed that you found that story, Dr. Sterns. It is one of my favorites and I do believe that masking can provide opportunities like that under the right conditions. To get into the character of that story I used one of my masks to try out the sensations that the main character might get from masking.”
“I was wondering why the details of the story seemed so real,” stated Joyce.
“I also wanted to find out what the social characteristics and the motivation for her masking might be.”
“How did you come up with her name?” asked Joyce.
“I called her Rita Anabeth because in many ways the student I was supposed to meet reminded me of the main Character in the story.”
“That is fascinating, “declare Dr. Joyce Sterns. “So you pull your fiction out of reality based experience?”
“That often supplies the seed of the story and then I embellish it with conjecture, inference and fantasy,” declared Leo.
“Learning how you employ your creative process is almost as interesting as the stories that you write,” stated Dr. Sterns. “I wish that I could stay and talk about that, but I need to prepare for my next class.”
Leo Martinez looked around the Faculty Cafeteria and realized that the lunch crowd was long gone. “It has been fun talking with you, Dr. Sterns. Let us do this again.”
“How about Thursday. We can meet at Founder’s Rock again,” proposed Joyce.
“That is a date; well, not really a date. It is more of a times certain kind of thing.”
“I like the sound of the term ‘date’ better,” said Joyce as she lifted her backpack onto her shoulders over her white lab coat and picked up her brief case off of the floor. “See you then, Dr. Martinez.”
“I will be looking forward to it,” said Leo as he once again took measure of this average looking woman that had held his attention during this nondescript lunch.
“Don’t forget. You know how absent minded professors can be,” declared Joyce Sterns. “And, my students have told me that at times you can be absent minded.”
“I know what they are referring to when they told you that, but the absent minded thing only happens to me when I am working on a story with a deeply involved plot.”
“Are you working on a story like that now, Dr. Martinez?” called out Joyce as she neared the main doors to the Faculty Cafeteria.
“No, I have too many papers to correct to concentrate on a story, Dr. Sterns,” replied Leo Martinez to Joyce’s retreating figure.
Leo took his time finishing his second cup of coffee. He reflected upon his meeting with Dr. Joyce Sterns. She definitely wasn’t his physical type, but she was the first woman he wanted to see for a second time in a month of Sundays, even though it was only a lunch meeting in the Faculty Cafeteria. Too bad Joyce’s mind didn’t come wrapped in a hot sexy package like Isabel. Why did an exciting mental capacity always seem to elude the pretty females? Leo was still thinking about that possibility when he finally wandered back to his office and found Isabel Estrada waiting for him.
“I have been waiting here for almost two hours, Dr. Martinez,” complained Isabel.
Leo noted that Isabel didn’t look like her usual self. It appeared to him that she had left her house without putting on any make-up and her clothes were not as tidy as they normally were. “When you weren’t at Founder’s Rock in Farmington Quad, I thought that you had canceled our appointment. When I added this to your class absence, and I figured that you had worked your way out of whatever problem was plaguing you,” responded Leo Martinez. “So I wandered over to the Faculty Cafeteria.”
“Okay, so now we know were each of us has been for the past two hours, but we still need to talk. Dean Rockinghorse has been putting some very heavy pressure upon me,” announced Isabel.
“Are you okay, Miss Estrada? You don’t look like your regular chipper self.”
“I just told you that the Dean is pulling me through a wringer,” said Isabel Estrada with an irritable tone to her voice.
“Let me open my office and put my stuff away. Then we can have a long talk if that is what is called for.”
“You wouldn’t be so calm if you knew what Dean Rockinghorse wants me to do, Dr. Martinez,” asserted Isabel Estrada after she followed Leo into his office.
Once they had settled into his office chairs (while leaving the office door half-way open) Leo Martinez asked, “What is prompting this new crisis Miss. Estrada?”
“I guess the Dean figured if the rewards strategy didn’t persuade me to go after you that she would switch to a deprivation strategy.”
“That sounds logical,” commented Leo Martinez.
“Well what maybe logical to you is a low grade point, academic probation and the loss of my scholarship for me. With that prospect in mind, I might as well dropout now. Without my scholarship there is no way that I can graduate,” stated Isabel.
“You are right of course. This is really serious,” stated Leo.
“What can we do to stop her, Dr. Martinez?”
“Well, we could always make mad and passionate love while leaving the door to my office open,” suggested Leo with an ironic smile on his face.
“That is not an option and it isn’t funny either. Get serious, Dr. Martinez!”
“Well, most playwrights use the notion that the best defense is a great offense, especially when the ball is in your court. You follow sports and it seems to me that Dean Rockinghorse has unwittingly given the ball control to us.”
“What are you suggesting, Dr. Martinez?” asked Isabel. “I am not following how your sports analogy fits in this context.”
“She has left the next move up to you, Isabel.”
“So what is your plan for my next move, professor?” probed Isabel.
“I have heard that on a number of occasions that Dean Rockinghorse is a mystery story buff. She is always having her clerical personnel organizing mystery train trips and mystery dinners as faculty outings. I think that it is about time that Dean Rockinghorse get a mystery lover that compromises her position.”
“How about getting the Dean involved with an under aged schoolgirl that disappears from the scene with out a trace when the charges start to fly,” proposed Isabel.
“That is the idea behind mounting an offense, Isabel, yet the main purpose here is not to make a messy scandal, but to set-up a body of evidence where Dean Rockinghorse thinks there is a potential for a career ending scandal,” proclaimed Leo Martinez. “In an academic setting, foggy innuendo and rumors are much more destructive than actual facts.”
“You mean like the stuff that spreads in a political setting where people assume that where there is smoke there is fire, even though the smoke is only a thick mist or a cold fog?”
“Now you have the idea, Isabel. This piece of work is not to be some quick and decisive ploy. That would be too good, fast and easy for the Dean to counter-punch and diffuse. This plan will have the potential of making the Dean suffer in the same slow agonizing manner that she has made so many others suffer. She needs to know the debilitating stresses and anguish posed by the uncertainty and masked harassment by some felt but unknown and undefeatable impending doom. Besides, if she is busy protecting her ass, Dean Rockinghorse won’t have the time or energy to go after you and me.”
“I think that I can see the general direction that you are taking with this plan, Dr. Martinez. It sounds to me like a full-blown campaign with a series of plays and not some hurry up offense. It is obvious to me that you must have been thinking about for a long time.”
“Yes I have, admitted Leo. “It has become some kind of Halloween nightmare for me.”
“It also sounds like academic black mail,” stated Isabel Estrada.
“I guess that you could call it that and maybe the mystery lover should be an under age school girl like you have suggested. In our alleged scenario we could make her a pretty little blonde creature that is supposed to be in the Dean’s care. But, somehow the sweet young thing manages to dominate Dean Rockinghorse because of the Dean’s insatiable need for pornographic/sexual activities with under age girls,” proposed Leo Martinez while fantasizing in his imagination what something like that would look like.
“We could use the ‘baby doll’ idea from Tennessee Williams,” offered Isabel.
“That is even better, Isabel. I like the way you think.”
“Well I have to use the content of my literature classes for something, Dr. Martinez. Who can we recruit to play this evil little schoolgirl? Neither of us can do it, because she knows both of us,” declared Isabel.
“I think that I have just the thing to make this work,” announced Leo Martinez as he rose from his desk chair and reached into his office closet. “Dean Rocking horse has never met Ursula.”
“Where did you get that wonderful mask, Dr. Martinez? It looks fantastic.”
“I made it a few years back for a Faculty Follies night that was put on as a fund raiser for the Campus Literary Society. The guys and I did a Marx Brothers routine where I was the rich beautiful matron that was forced to absorb of their abuse. None of the ‘liberated’ female faculty could be talked into playing the part and I had the guys swear to never reveal the real identity of the female lead. The rest of the faculty and members of the audience picked out who they thought played the long suffering dowager, but nobody guessed that I was that funny and beautiful woman.”
“When did this all happen, Dr. Martinez?”
“Let me see. I think that this all happened before Dr. Rockinghorse was appointed Dean or even on the faculty of the English Department for that matter. With the right make-up and wig, Ursula could become a very young and slutty or innocent under age school girl as the events predicate.”
“Would you mind if I tried her on?” probed Isabel.
Leo could feel a tightening in the front of his underwear as he said, “ Sure, I guess there is no harm in that. The mask would probably look very different on you than it did on me.”
“Did your dowager wear a girdle and corset?” probed Isabel.
“No dowager would feel dressed without them,” responded Dr. Martinez. “They are in this banker’s box along with a couple of different wigs and various accessories.”
“Would you mind if I took this mask and box to the woman’s restroom and to see what I could do with them?” asked Isabel.
“Are you thinking of becoming Dean Rockinghorse’s masked admirer, Isabel?”
“I just bet that I could with the help of all of this stuff. There are some items in the lost and found box in the English Department’s main office that I could make into a ‘schoolgirl’ outfit. Remember that Dean Rockinghorse is threatening my academic future as well as yours. If I can make this work, I am going to need a willing accomplice that can secretly compile the photographic evidence. I think this innocent, under age schoolgirl should wear a strap-on for some she/male action with Dean Rockinghorse. That would make for some interesting photos.”
“I am assuming that by willing accomplice, you mean me?” probed Dr. Martinez.
“Naturally, since we are the two that will benefit the most from this scheme, we should be the ones taking all of the risks.”
“Somehow that makes perfect sense,” said Leo.
“Besides, it should be a lot of fun. Do you think that you could make another one of these masks for you if this one works for me?” inquired Isabel.
“It would take me at least a week,” lied Leo who was already considering which mask in his collection of masks would work best for him in this situation.
“Okay, then for starters give me a half of an hour to let me see if I can make the transformation that I have pictured in my imagination,” said Isabel Estrada while putting the “Ursula” mask back in the banker’s box. “Wish me luck, Dr. Martinez. This is going to be a real hoot.”
“Good Luck, Miss Estrada.” What was he saying? What they were planning was almost worst than being caught in the Dean’s bed with Isabel. What would Dr. Sterns think if she got wind of what Isabel was planning with his able assistance and full support? The she/male wrinkle was something more creative than he would have come up with. To make matters worse, he had always dreamed of linking up with a woman that took to masking like Isabel seemed to be taking to it. She had actually and unexpectedly volunteered. Who would have ever thought that would happen? Dean Rockinghorse must have put the fear of the Devil into Isabel. If she was able to make the transformation into the under age schoolgirl, maybe she should be living with an evil dominatrix like Dean Rockinghorse, only it would be Leo that would be playing the role of the Dean. Or, Ursula in the role of the schoolgirl could ask the real Dean to save her form the clutches of an evil Dom. Leo had always wanted to play the role of an evil dominatrix. He had the perfect black PVC cat suit and boots for the part. All he needed now was some kind of a dungeon for the scene with Dean Rockinghorse and sweet, little Ursula.
“Hi, Dr. Martinez. Have you got a moment? I’m having a whole lot of trouble with that thesis sentence assignment you are making us do.”
“These are not my office hours, Bob. I’m correcting papers,” responded Dr. Martinez while checking to see whom else might be out in the hall.
“But your door was cracked open and I just need a couple of minutes of your time,” declared Bob.
“Okay, but five minutes is all you get, Bob. What do you have so far?”
“Not too much, Dr. Martinez.”
“What is your topic, Bob?”
“I was kind of hoping that you would help me with that too, Professor.”
“Your full sentence outline and thesis sentence is due next week, Bob.”
“I know that, but I can’t think of anything to write on and I know how you come down on guys if they try to copy someone else’s work, but the coach says that I need an ‘A’ in your class to stay on the team.”
“I am sorry to hear all that, Bob. Without your full sentence outline and thesis sentence an ‘A’ is a very long shot if not out of the picture altogether.”
“Can’t you help me just a little, Professor?” pleaded Bob in his deep throaty voice.
“If I do, Bob, I will be cheating you like all the faculty before me that passed you along so that you could stay on the team. There is a life after sports and I want you to have a chance at it. Now go out into the hall and ponder a while. There might even be an outline and topic in what I just told you. I know that thinking may be a new experience for you, but try it anyway. Who knows, you might even enjoy the effort? I’ll be here for a while and if anything inspiring comes along, you can try out the idea on me.”
“Okay, Dr. Martinez, but I don’t think that this will work. I have tried stuff like this before and all I get is the plays that the coach drills into our heads. My memory is so full of that kind of stuff, I can’t remember anything else.”
“What I just told you to do will work, Bob. You are not the first jock to knock on my door with this problem. That is why the coach sends you to me in the first place. Listen to what you just told me and you will realize that you are already starting to think and analyze.”
“Wow, for reals?”
“For reals, Bob.”
“Go figure. Me doing thinking stuff and having thoughts. That is too much,” said Bob as he took up his post across the hall from Leo’s office door.
Dr. Martinez opened a grade book spread sheet file on his computer and tried to concentrate on reading some of his freshman class’s essays. Bob continued to stare at a blank page in his notebook like letters were supposed to magically appear on it in perfect King’s English. The hallway usually remained as quiet as a tomb at mid-night until the evening students began to arrive on campus. Leo enjoyed his night classes, but he didn’t have any of them this semester. Then the unmistakable staccato beat of very tall stiletto heels resounded on the concrete floor of the hallway. These heels must have been supporting something amazing, because Bob got the closest thing to a look of inspiration flash across his big dumb face that Leo had ever seen. As the rhythmic sounds of clicking heels grew louder in the hallway, so did the bulge in Bob’s pants. Dr. Martinez managed to keep his cool by watching Bob’s reflection in the window of his office door. A beautiful, tall, voluptuous, fabulous and blonde female figure finally filled Leo’s office door- frame.
The tall, buxom looking female figure said in a heavy Southern European accent, “Dr. Martinez, I need some help with my topic sentence outline.”
“Is that you, Ursula?” rhetorically inquired Leo. Bob was fixated on Ursula’s full quivering ass. (Isabel in Leo’s Ursula mask, corset, wig, and clothing from the departmental lost and found.)
“Yes it is, Dr. Martinez,” responded Ursula/Isabel in a sultry voice that dripped reservoirs of sex. “Am I too late for my SPECIAL assignment?”
“No you are a little early, Ursula. I have been working with Bob.”
“Who is this Booba?” asked the exotic blonde with the blue staring eyes that shown brightly through her light blue tinted sunglasses.
“I’m Booba, I mean Bob,” called the deep male voice from across the hallway.”
“Have you picked out your topic, Ursula?” probed Leo Martinez.
“I was thinking of comparing and contrasting the literary depiction of SEX in the 1920’s, 1950’s, 1960’s, and 1990’s with the growth of racism and ethnic awareness.”
“Wow, that is a great topic,” commented Bob. Can you get me one like that, Professor?”
“That sounds more like dissertation research than a lower division course paper to me Ursula,” declared Dr. Leo Martinez.
“Could I work with her on that topic?” called Bob once again from across the hallway.
Isabel had truly made the slutty/innocent schoolgirl image come to life. Maybe her plan for stopping Dean Rockinghorse could work. Bob hadn’t recognized her as Isabel in disguise and he sat next to Isabel in class. “I don’t think that you are in my class, Booba.”
“That is Bob, not Booba,” called out Bob’s big voice.
“Whatever, Booba. What part of my topic needs the shaft, Dr. Martinez?”
“None of it, really, but I would cut your paper into at least three topics and create a body of work for the entire semester.”
“So then I should start with the sexual exploitation and depiction thing, then do the racism and ethnic awareness thing and then combine them in my final paper?”
“That sounds like a well designed plan, Ursula. As for your outlines, the comparison/contrast format or the chronological approach would make for great topic sentence organization.”
“I was hoping that you would say that, but how do I divide the conflict in my thesis sentence, Professor?” pressed Isabel as the young and sexy “Ursula”.
“Give me your current thesis statement, Ursula,” said Dr. Martinez who was enjoying his academic discussion with a female that looked like the all time blonde campus bimbo. He was also enjoying Bob’s reaction to the process. Leo wished that Bob and his fellow teammates were as attentive to his lectures as he was to the gyrations of “Ursula’s” ass.
“My thesis sentence asserts that there is a direct correlation between the growth of sexual openness with the growth of both covert racist practices and ethnic awareness,” said the well-disguised Isabel with her “Ursula’s” Southern European accent. She licked the lips of her mask in a manner so that only Leo was teased by her action. He could see that Isabel was really enjoying her masked role of a incredibly well endowed, vamping whore.
“That is a well thought out statement of fact, Ursula, but the conflict required by a true thesis statement is missing,” responded Leo Martinez.
“I have the same problem,” called out Bob from the hallway as his buddy Ben joined him.
“Your problems go far deeper than that, Bob,” responded Leo Martinez.
“How do I fix my sexual problems, Mr. Martinez?” asked “Ursula” with a back arching motion that thrust her huge false giggling breasts to full eye-popping attention. Leo placed his role book in his lap to cover his ridged physical response to “Ursula’s” sensuous move. He could sense that Isabel was smiling behind her “Ursula” mask.
“It depends on where you want to go with your topic, Ursula. Right now you have everything going in the same direction. Nothing is working in opposition.”
“But the more racist the moralist becomes, the more sexually open literature becomes. It is like one activity is being used to cover the other one.”
“Are you saying that sexual openness is being used to cover racist acts?” probed Leo.
“More like it is being used to distract the society from the racist oppression.”
“So you are saying that as the alleged morality and legitimacy of racism increases, the more the immorality of sex decreases,” surmised Dr. Martinez.
“Right, as one goes up, the other goes down, and vice-versa,” stated the sexy blonde “Ursula” who managed to wiggle her behind by constantly shifting her body weight from leg to leg. Bob and Ben didn’t miss a single shift of the line.
“That is an interesting observation, but where is the conflict in that? Legitimizing the morality of racism is in fact an oxymoron and an immoral act. Thus both behaviors increase immorality as you have portrayed them,” declared Leo Martinez.
“I don’t know how you did that, but I know that what you just said is right. I guess what I want to do is pit the immoral against the moral. I see sex as moral and racism as immoral,” declared the sensuous Ursula with her sexy and sultry accent.
“That’s where you need to go to get your thesis. Well done, Ursula.”
“I actually think that I get it, Dr. Martinez. I can bring my outline to a stimulating climax now. I love the way you can slip in and out of my mind. You make me so juicy with thought. I can’t wait to get to my room to get this all down on paper and relieve myself. Thanks for being here and letting me cum in your office.”
“You are welcome, Ursula.” With that Ursula’s clicking heels started to retreat down the hallway followed by Ben and Bob’s longing stare. By this point in time Bill had also joined Bob at his station in the hall across for Leo’s office door. They were the three “B’s” of the University’s first string offensive line. Ben and Bill’s reaction to “Ursula’s” performance was the same as Bob’s.
“I sure wish that she was in our class,” said Ben.
“Will never be in her class, Bubba. That piece of classy tail is fullback material. Linemen never get stuff like that,” said Bill sadly.
“She could lay me full on my back whenever she wanted to,” proclaimed Ben.
“Dream on, Bubba,” said Bob. “She wants Doc Martinez. Isn’t that right, Professor? That chick was blowing hormones your way, big-time.”
“Keep going Bob. Maybe you can find a thesis sentence in all that dribble,” said Leo as he closed his office door. The dialogue in the hallway continued for about twenty-minutes. Then there was a knocking on Leo’s office door. It was Isabel with his banker’s boxes stuffed full of the “Ursula” mask and costume.
“Can you help me with my topic, Isabel?” asked Bob.
“Thanks for the use of these resource materials, Dr. Martinez,” said Isabel while ignoring Bob’s request. “They gave me a whole new way to examine my topic.”
“You are welcome, Isabel,” declared Dr. Martinez with a wink of his left eye. “I think that your proposal is a definite can-do. You have definitely passed all of my tests.”
“I am glad to hear that Dr. Martinez. I think that the proposal is a can-do as well, but I couldn’t have even thought about it without those wonderful resource materials. I am really excited about this project now,” declared Isabel Estrada.
“I think it has all of the potential we could have hoped for. I hope to see you in class on Thursday with an update,” said Leo.
“I’ll be there with my rewritten outline, Sir.”
The second that Isabel had cleared the door, Bob had replaced her in it like he was filling a hole in an offense that had gone wrong. “The more author’s use sports analogies to make meaning for sex in literature, the less meaningful sports becomes.”
“That is a good thesis sentence Bob. I am not quite sure what it means, but the form is correct,” declared Leo Martinez.”
“Well I do and I know that I can prove it too,” proclaimed Bob. “Thanks Dr. Martinez. Listening to you when you helped Ursula inspired me to the living end. The coach is going to be so happy with this.”
“He won’t believe that you did it all by yourself, Dude,” commented Bill.
“He will when I show him how I put this idea together,” said Bob.
“Where do you think that Ursula is from?” asked Ben.
“She looked Scandinavian to me,” said Bill.
“Where is Scandinavian?” probed Bob.
“I think that it is north of Canada,” stated Bill like he actually knew what he was talking about. “It is one of those cold countries.”
“I guess that is why the girls from up there have to be so hot,” offered Ben.
“I loved the way her long blonde curls almost reached that fantastic ass of hers,” announced Bob.
“I loved her delectable pouty lips,” added Ben. “I could feel them sucking me in.”
“I pictured those long booted legs doing that to me,” said Bob. “She was enough woman for all three of us at one time.”
“Oh sure dudes, like that could ever happen,” remarked Bill.
“See ya, Dr. Martinez. Thanks again for all the help. Bubba is out of here. Big Bob has left the building.”
Bob and his huge buddies went off down the hallway spouting topic sentences and main points in support of their thesis sentences. They were only slightly interrupted in there quest for academic excellence when they tried to go out of the build’s exit at the same time.
A couple of minutes later, Isabel returned to Leo’s office. “Ursula definitely inspired those guys, Miss Estrada,” stated Dr. Martinez.
“She inspired me too, Dr. Martinez. I was so distracted by being her that I left my chemistry book in your office. I can’t wait to spring her on Dean Rockinghorse.”
“All that will happen in good time, Miss Estrada,” responded Leo after he found and handed Isabel her chemistry textbook. “I just have to work on creating the occasion or premise for staging our event.”
“I still have my job in the Student Union. I had better get over to it before I lose it. This has been great fun, Professor,” said Isabel as she left the office once again.
Much of Tuesday evening and most of his spare time on Wednesday were spent preparing for Leo’s part of the plan to have “Ursula” put Dean Rockinghorse in her place. As Leo worked on the plan, he felt like he was laying out one of the required outlines for his class. The “general purpose” of the plan was to neutralize Dean Rockinghorse before she did damage to Isabel’s academic future and his academic career. The “specific purpose” was to modify Dean Rockinghorse’s vindictive behaviors. The “first part” of the plan would take place on the evening of the Home-Coming Rally. Dean Rockinghorse hated events like the Home-Coming Rally and would be in her apartment. Notes and flowers would have been sent to her office that informed everyone that the Dean had a secret admirer. The notes would be full of sexual and lured innuendo. The flower arrangements would be grandiose and huge “attention getters.” Knowing the English Department faculty were a bunch of old hens and would chuckle at every small piece of malicious gossip, Leo was sure that the College would be buzzing with rumors, curiosity and projections. The elevator filling arrangement of red heart-shaped, helium-filled foil balloons would only add more fuel to the fire of perceived romance and frivolity.
At first Dean Rockinghorse would write the whole thing off as an elaborate Home-Coming joke. If she followed her usual pattern, she would follow the joke bit with a period of mild curiosity that would play into the plan and then turn to intense curiosity and an outright full blown investigation. All of this would only serve to add credibility to the constant arrival of the flowers, notes, phone messages and balloons from the Dean’s “secret admirer”. Frustration, anger and disgust on her part would then follow the Dean Rockinghorse’s fruitless investigation. However, with the abrupt end to the constant arrival of the messages, notes, flowers and balloons, the lonely and hated Dean would secretly yearn for the attention of the “secret admirer’s” build-up.
Since Leo had his luncheon appointment with Dr. Sterns he told Isabel that he couldn’t meet with her in his office until two o’clock on Thursday. Isabel said that she could only talk with him for a half-an-hour before reporting to her job in the information booth of the Student Union. “You seem to be in a good mood, Dr. Martinez,” said Isabel when she arrived at his office five minutes early. Did lunch go well?”
“Yes it did, Miss. Estrada. It is wonderful to have a female peer that I can really talk with,” admitted Dr. Leo Martinez.
“Do I detect a romance starting up between you and Dr. Sterns, Professor Martinez?” asked Isabel with a teasing voice.
“Lunch in the faculty cafeteria does not constitute a romance, Isabel. Let us take a walk in the direction of the Student Union so we will have more time to work out the details of the plan. The first phase has already started.” Leo told Isabel about the written, floral and balloon build up. “I have used several discrete florist and all transactions have been in cash to eliminate a paper trail. I had each of the florists write the notes so that the handwriting cannot be traced. In a couple of situations, I paid street people to place the orders. I told them it was a joke on my wife. The second part of the plan goes into effect with a big balloon delivery to the Dean’s townhouse on Home-Coming eve. I will be in my disguise and will stand behind the huge balloon bouquet at her front door. This will prevent her from seeing that I will have a gas mask on. When she opens the door to get her balloon arrangement, I will release the knockout bomb into her place. The effect of the gas on Dean Rockinghorse should be almost instantaneous, as several of the popping balloons will also release sleeping gas. By the time ‘Ursula’ arrives, I should have the Dean prepped for her apparent sodomous and sadistic behavior with an under age schoolgirl. All of Dean Rockinghorse’s activities will be video taped with my digital camcorder. Copies of the activities will be downloaded into her home computer and linked to her home page as a screen saver and wallpaper.”
“Can we do the she/male bit with the Dean?” probed Isabel.
“I guess we can do that as well, Miss Estrada. “When Dean Rockinghorse awakens the following morning with a fierce headache, she will probably think that the whole episode was a dream until she realizes that she is completely hairless.”
“What is the purpose of making the Dean hairless?” asked Isabel.
“We are going to make a complete body cast of dean Rockinghorse so we can have the image of the Dean do things in public that will compromise her even further. Of course there will be an email note to her from her own computer that will notify her that many other copies of her porno debut will be sent to the proper authorities if she goes to the police. We will also leave planted in her head some post-hypnotic suggestions that will help us with the third phase of our plan.”
“Why do we even need a third phase? Won’t phase one and two be enough to stop her, Dr. Martinez?” asked Isabel Estrada.
“I want Dean Rockinghorse to be really hung-up and dependent upon ‘Ursula’, and be seen in public buying ‘Ursula” fetish clothing and toys. In addition, we will actually use those items with me in the masked role of Dean Rockinghorse to make some very incriminating DVD’s. If all goes as planned, eventually the Dean will think that she is having an emotional breakdown that will be reinforced by the disappearance of ‘Ursula’.”
“I can see where phase three will have Dean Rockinghorse take herself out of the picture. I already know that I am going to be missing ‘Ursula’, Dr. Martinez.”
“Well, maybe I can create some other female mask that you can wear to Anime and Sci-fi conventions if you wish,” responded Leo Martinez.
“I will have to give that idea some thought, Dr. Martinez. I also guess that we shouldn’t meet again until I pick-up the ‘Ursula’ mask and costume at your office on Home-Coming eve. It is fun being a slutty, light skinned blonde every once and a while. It really gives me a different perspective when moving around the campus.”
“Right you are, Miss. Estrada. Skin and hair color still make a difference. That is part of the Dean’s paradox. But for now, the less contact there is between us, the better. I am planning to be seen on campus with Dr. Sterns. You might want to be with a date or two of your own.”
“I will do that. Bob will make an easy target. I’ll have him help me pick-up the ‘Ursula’ costume and mask,” declared Isabel.
“Just make very sure that he doesn’t know that you are ‘Ursula’, Miss Estrada.”
“Right, Dr. Martinez. Thanks for walking me to my job. I will see in class. With all of this ‘Ursula” stuff going on, class is going to be more important to me than usual.”
“The same will be true for me, me as well, Miss Estrada.”
Isabel traveled with the football team to the away game that weekend. Dr. Martinez kept up the blitz of notes, balloons and flowers. He even had a three dozen long stem red rose arrangement sent to an alumni dinner that Dean Rockinghorse was schedule to address. The roses arrived right in the middle of her speech and all but ended her ability to gracefully end her speech and return to her seat. When a second arrangement arrived from a second florist, the tongues of the alumni started to wag. Dean Rockinghorse tried to play down her flower arrangements, but one of the cards had what appeared to be a single diamond stud earring attached to it with the promise of another at a later date. Sunday at the Home-Coming Kickoff brunch, the first large red heart balloon arrangements with a slave chain attached to the card found its way to Dean Rockinghorse’s table. Since Leo was also at the brunch, he got to enjoy the Dean’s embarrassment as well as all of the gossip and rumors that the balloons generated. He also enjoyed the fact that he was financing most of these activities with cash advances from the Dean’s credit card numbers that she had carelessly left in files on her home computer. Leo tried to locate Dr. Sterns so that he could go with her to the brunch, but she didn’t answer his emails or phone calls. Why should she? After all, Leo knew that a couple of lunch meetings in the faculty cafeteria did not a romance make.
On Monday, Bob went with Isabel to Dr. Martinez’s office to pick-up the sealed “research” boxes. Bob did Isabel’s bidding without even a hint of question. It was clear that Bob was happy that Isabel was paying any attention to him at all, but Dr. Martinez was sure that Bob would have dropped Isabel flat if “Ursula” had been around. Bob had actually said something close to this reality in conversation with Bill that Leo had overheard.
The elevator size balloon arrangement with the second “diamond” stud earring and slave bracelet arrived in the middle of the All College faculty meeting when the Dean was discussing possible staff reductions due to the latest round of budget cuts. All eyes followed the magnificent arrangement as it was carried to where Dean Rockinghorse was standing. The faculty applauded when she sat down to read the sexually charged sentiments in the card that proclaimed what a great lover the Dean was. Within seconds after the arrival of the ostentatious and attention getting balloon arrangement and the public reading of the attached note, Dean Rockinghorse angrily ordered her administrative assistant to remove the balloons from the Faculty Conference room. The Dean’s over-the-top response added once again to the joy and titillation of her staff and faculty. The administrative assistant got tangled in the strings of the huge arrangement and about half of the balloons started drift towards the ceiling of the Faculty Conference room with several members of the faculty climbing onto their chairs and the conference table to retrieve them. The all faculty meeting became so disrupted that Dean Rockinghorse asked the Associate Dean to continue the meeting while she gathered all the balloons and took them to her office. Leo had to work very hard to not enjoy the event more than the rest of the English Department faculty.
The Dean didn’t realize at that time that this was to be the last offering until the one at her apartment on the following Friday. The absence of the constant barrage of notes, balloons, flowers, and embarrassing gifts almost caused as much notoriety in the College as the arrival of the actual items had. Now the questions were what happened to cause the cessation of the items and what had the Dean done to her secret lover now? Try as she might, Dean Rockinghorse could not re-focus the attention of her office staff or College faculty on any other matter. Not even the potential lay-offs seem to distract them. The woman of iron had turned to rust and the real fun for Isabel and Leo was just about to begin.
Leo Martinez truly enjoyed becoming the rubber-covered dominatrix that was about to deliver the huge balloon arrangement to the Dean’s townhouse. He was still trying after all these years to understand what kick he got out of cross-dressing in rubber, PVC and latex, but with or without understanding, he always felt drawn to this passion. He had tried on several occasions, like when he changed jobs or locations to purge himself of this fetish, but sooner or later (mostly sooner) he would start up again. The fetish had cost him several relationships with women that were other wise attracted to him. Of course there had been those rare occasions like Halloween parties where he created costumes and masks for his date, but they often took them off halfway through the parties, if they consented to wear them at all. Leo Martinez had all but given up on finding a woman that took to masking like he did. That is why it was so incredible how Isabel seemed to enjoy masking and identity altering activities.
Dr. Martinez had used Dean Rockinghorse’s credit card number to rent a van to transport all the gear, photographic equipment, and the huge Balloon arrangement to the parking area associated with the Dean’s townhouse. Once he was sure that Dean Rockinghorse was home, he quietly and quickly moved the photo equipment and bondage gear into place near her entry door. Then he put the plaster and plastic drop cloths by her door as well. Right after he filled her doorway alcove with the sleeping gas filled balloons, his rubber-clad dominatrix image put on its gas mask, rang the doorbell and hid behind the magnificent red heart balloon arrangement.
The Dean opened her front door in response to the ringing of her doorbell just as the gas masked creature released a burst of odorless and colorless knock-out gas into the alcove. While the Dean gathered up the large balloon arrangement and looked for the card, the effects of the gas hit her almost immediately. The last thing that Dean Rockinghorse saw when she stumbled back into her townhouse, was Leo’s image of the rubberized, gas mask wearing dominatrix reaching out to put the respirator cup over the Dean’s mouth and nose. Once the Dean was secure and fast asleep on the couch, the rubberized phantom pulled all of the gear and supplies into the townhouse and set-up the photo scene and the casting area.
After the knock-out gas and the sleeping gas had cleared from the room, the image of a dominatrix in a dark “Anabeth” mask took off “her” gas mask. Next “she” stripped the clothes off of the almost totally unconscious Dean. After admiring Dean Rockinghorse’s fairly decent and naked body, the dark “Anabeth” wearing dominatrix posed the Dean on her bed for a series of soft porn “cheese cake” pictures. Leo loved the naked she/male bondage shots that his masked image took of Dean Rockinghorse. These shots alone probably would have been enough to launch a career ending scandal, but where would be the fun in that? To start the fun part, the dominatrix revived the Dean with enough stimulants so that she could grope her semi-conscious way into one of her all tile bathrooms. The rubberized figure then covered the Dean from crown to toe in hair removal emulsion. After a couple of showers and repeated application of the hair removing emulsion, Dean Rockinghorse was as completely hairless and smooth as a baby’s buttocks.
While waiting for “Ursula” to arrive, Leo’s rubber dominatrix image fired up the Dean’s computer and authorized Isabel’s scholarship, his promotion and sabbatical as well as a series of layoffs and several departmental reforms. He made sure that the layoffs included the few allies that Dean Rockinghorse had used to b