A conversation with Mandy about Cindy South's Unfortunate Future

You leave the Faculty Head Office Building grimacing and with a pronounced limp after your dreadful encounter with Professor Cantu. You knew Shoubu had some decent pastoral care programmes but Cantu’s overprotectiveness of her student was taking it to the next level. You had to wonder why though?

Before you could consider that though, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

First of all, there was the dull but persistent agony in your nether regions. You head into the cubicle of a public restroom. Spending the necessary PRIZE Tokens from your reserve, you dose yourself up on the finest magical anti-swelling and painkillers Shoubu can provide. They were expensive but effective and the relief was nearly instant.

Then you planned your next move. You hoped it wouldn’t be too long before Cindy came back to you with an introduction to Diana and by extension Grace. You were also thinking about how you could help the Latina girl with unentangling herself from her two-way sexual struggle with Mandy.

Finally, there was the small matter of your (very) ex-lover Professor Hugo’s massive hard-on for you. Well, she had a hard-on only for your job these days, unfortunately. You remember her words from the diner last night “Put. In. The. Hours. Or you don’t have a reason to be at Shoubu!” You should probably meet some of her demands now that she was effectively acting as your academic supervisor.

You check your schedule. You do have a Film Studies workshop you are meant to be delivering later this afternoon to some sophomore students. Attending that would be a start to redeeming yourself with Belinda. Cindy could meet you after the class. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to let Cindy know she can meet you somewhere public and well within the central campus buildings. Less chance of Mandy or her henchman trying something.

Speaking of Mandy’s henchman, you had left the public restroom and were walking across the student filled plaza that joined the Media, Film and Journalism Department with the World Literature Department when your GT’s phone rang. A quick scan of the GT indicated the caller ID as Sam, the jock from last night.

Against your better judgement you answer the call.

“Hi” you say.

“I am going to rip your fucking dick off fuckstick!” Sam launches into his rant without preamble. “Cindy was going to be my ****, my fucking object! Who the fuck do you think you are interfering with my plans?”

“How’d you get this number?” you ask lightly.

“Because you were known at the bar asshole. And now I am at your office dickhead and your number is listed on your fucking business card.”

“I see,” you say. You are glad that you have given your secretary Shelly the week off. “Well, a GAME is a GAME, isn’t it? May the best man win and all that.”

“You sucker punched me you cowardly cunting weasel. You punched my fucking girlfriend.”

“Listen Sam, I understand that you are mad but let’s talk about this, ok? We can work out a deal. How about you come over to my apartment, I crack open a couple of cold ones and we talk this through in a civilised manner like men.

Sam pauses at this suggestion before answering. “Fine. You know what? I would love to hear you whine before I fucking ruin you.”

“Ok then. Do you know where I live?”

“No.”

“Then fuck off.” You hang up.

It was a good line but it wouldn’t buy you too much time. It wouldn’t take Sam or Mandy too long to work out that you were also a student lecturer, perhaps no more than a day or two.

Or perhaps even less time than that. You happen to glance right across the plaza and you see Mandy in a trench coat, beret and sun glasses, like a sluttier off-brand blonde version of Julie Andrews in 'Torn Curtain'. It looks like she is doing her very best to shadow you. And her best stinks.

Having already had to attend a meeting with one crazy bitch this morning you aren’t in the mood to have another stalking you all day. You decide to approach the blonde directly. Mandy was unconvincingly pretending she was reading the menu of a pop-up coffee stand. When she sees you striding towards her she looks startled and for a moment you wonder whether she was just going to outright flee but she stands her ground.

“Afternoon. Are those to cover the shiner I gave you?” you ask, pointing at her sunglasses.

She lowers the glasses a fraction and you can see that she doesn’t have a black eye after all. “You hit the side of my head you dick. I could have gotten a concussion or even brain damage.”

“How would you tell?”

Mandy’s jaw tightens in fury but before she can launch into her own tirade you cut her off. “Shut up for a second. What the fuck are you doing following me? Your GAME is with Cindy.”

“Yeah, and you are working for her” she says.

That catches you. “How’d you figure that?”

“Please,” she sneers. “She spent the night at yours and the GAME isn’t over. I did a bit of asking around this morning. You aren’t gay, and you’re like a dog in heat given half a chance. The only explanation is she is one of your PI clients and you are following some stupid code or whatever?”

“In this case it’s a ‘or whatever’” you reply. “Who says that it is Cindy who is my client and it isn’t someone else? Say, someone who has paid an awful lot of PRIZE Tokens to make Cindy South their ever-so pliant ****.”

Mandy purses her lips suspiciously “Who?”

“Well client confidentiality means I shouldn’t be telling you this but Lucas Brunnmann is a senior technician in the GAME Effects and Affects Department. He and I have a little arrangement. He has the PRIZE Tokens and I pass pretty young things his way. He’s a tremendous pervert though. Needs to take the girls fresh himself if you catch my gist. Hence why I didn’t WIN the GAME last night.”

“That makes no sense. You let Cindy walk away!” Mandy pouts.

“No,” you say “I led her into a trap. She thinks she will be safe laying low with Lucas, but before long he’ll have his way with her.” You lower your voice and lean in a bit closer to Mandy so the coffee stand patrons can’t hear you. “What Lucas does is, he drives the students out to the furthest edges of Shoubu under the pretence of a field trip or reclaiming some old artefact; He goes right out to the old abandoned districts where things have gotten weird with magic and where a student wouldn’t be able to find their way back without help…”

You proceed to give a lurid account of the supposed debauchery Lucas visits on the female students that find themselves trapped in ‘Old Shoubu’ and facing being abandoned there unless they make a deal with him....

You then go onto explain to Mandy what Lucas had in mind for the young Latina specifically…

Mandy begins to blush at your description of the perversions that will be **** upon her rival in the near future. You can see that the blonde is obviously fidgeting her hands inside her deep coat-pockets.

You realise that rather than being completely repelled by the description Mandy is getting turned on. Mandy’s excitement at the tale of degeneracy tracks with her plans for Cindy you witnessed last night. You also mentally remind yourself that the blonde cheerleader is bound by the same restrictions of the GAME as Cindy; in other words, limited sex.

You finish your story of the expected sexual fall of Cindy South. “So, Mandy, just chill” you tell her “You’ll win the GAME and be rid of Cindy soon enough.”

“Why should I believe you about what this Lucas will do?” says Mandy, despite her obvious lust at imagining it.

“Ask around. Ask Jocelyn Stuart” you reply “she’s a British sophomore. She’s on Lucas’s Assistant Credit programme. Ask her what she did to earn her freshman-year extra-credits. I know you probably have this fantasy of having Cindy all to yourself, but trust me, leaving it to Lucas is easier. Plus when Lucas gets bored, he’ll rent her out. Maybe even outright sell her on. It won’t be long knowing Lucas, maybe a few months. And then you’ll get a chance to absolutely rail the Latina broad.”

You are surprised at just how pleased Mandy looks hearing that. “Seriously? Cindy South will actually be pimped out by a technician nerd as a whore? Like, for money?”

“Sure” you say “happens all the time.”

“Oh. My. God. That would be the best! Ok. I’ll ask this Jocelyn about what you said.”

“Go ahead, but don’t let Jocelyn know that you knowing about Lucas came from me. One other thing, can you tell your boyfriend to stop with the threatening calls and lurking around my office?”

Mandy gives a look of distain. Under her shades she was probably rolling her eyes. “Sam is such a dumbass. And he isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just a puppy dog that follows me around. And that I let eat me out once in a while.”

“That’s very nice for you but I don’t need the details. Just tell Sam, no more calls, ok?”

Mandy agrees and mollified with your explanation of Cindy’s imminent future she leaves.

Immediately afterward you call Cindy and tell her to meet you at 15:00 after your Film Studies workshop. It was time to hook her up with Lucas.