Anne Has An Idea

Anne feels the itch as soon as her fingers grip the mask. It doesn't seem to need to be worn to have its lustfully magic effect. "Why don't we go out and find us a guy to play with?" she says as her free hand caresses her clit.

Now that she's no longer touching the mask, Karen's natural shyness returns. She's not so sure she can do that, she explains. Anne won't take no for an answer and grabs Karen's hand, touching it to the mask. "Just let me do all the preliminaries, okay?"

Reluctantly they agree, and get up to dress. Anne spends little time in picking out an outfit; short leather skirt, stockings, suspenders, heels and a semi see-through blouse. Karen takes more time until Anne loses patience. Rummaging through her closet, she comes up with a slutty looking schoolgirl outfit: knee length plaid skirt, knee socks, flats, a white blouse only partially buttoned and tied beneath her breasts and, of course a loose fitting necktie. It seems a little hackneyed, but Anne assures her it will work.

They hit a club downtown and start to mingle. To Anne's surprise, they meet Professor Jackson at the bar.

"Hello Anne. Did you get my package?"

"Actually, my roommate did." Anne smiled as she introduced Karen to her Anthropology Prof.

"And what did you think of it, Karen?"

Karen looked up into his ruggedly handsome chocolate brown face. "It worked. In fact it's working right now." She reached out and cupped the Professors trousers.

Looking a bit puzzled, he asked, "And how is that?"

Karen pulled open her blouse, displaying her puffy nipples resting on the mask inside.

"That would explain why you are being so forward," Then suggested that they go to his place and see what more it might do.